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"Island Paradise: DevKris" - Chapter 2 of ??
|| (M/F, F/F and just about everything else)
Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2003
E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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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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"How about we start with the easy stuff?" Torrie said to
Stacy, as both ladies lounged beside the Olympic-sized pool
out back. "How long have you known that you're a lesbian?"
Stacy, like Torrie, was decked out in a two-piece string
bikini. The sight of the ladies - as I eavesdropped on their
discussion from the voyeur room - was pure eye candy to me.
Torrie's bikini was yellow, while Stacy's had flower print
designs with multiple colors. Torrie and Stacy were most
definitely a couple of lovely divas.
"I'm not a lesbian," Stacy countered, making a face.
Torrie appeared amused. "Okay. You're not a lesbian.
How long have you been bi-sexual? Can you tell me that?
How many women have you been with in your life?"
Stacy, who reminded me so very much of Kristanna with her
shiny blonde hair, tall, jet-stream figure and those long,
lovely legs, fidgeted about somewhat before speaking up,
"You really are kind of forward with your words, Torrie. I
am not used to people asking me these kind of questions."
The voluptuous vixen from Idaho shrugged her shoulders.
"You never get anywhere unless you ask questions."
"Woman," Stacy said flatly. "Not women. _Woman_. One
woman. Her name was Victoria, and our relationship began
three years ago. That's when I found out I was bi-sexual."
"Victoria?" I scoffed inside the voyeur room, violently
shaking my head. My ex-fiancee was named Victoria. The
same ex-fiancee who left me standing at the altar in front
of my friends and family for another woman nearly 10 years
ago. Victoria. That was a bad name in my book. Ewwwww...
"I take it that you are no longer with her?"
Stacy frowned and shook her head. "No. We broke up a
few months ago. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with
her, but things just did not work out in the end." Stacy
frowned again. "Actually, things turned pretty ugly. We had
a series of fights and arguments which led to our downfall."
"Did your parents know about Victoria?"
"Yeah, they knew," Stacy murmured. "My mom was all proud
of me at first. But then the proudness died down and I was
a lesbian in her eyes, as well as my father's. Mom and dad
were totally against the idea. They said they did not raise
me that way. Even when I was with Victoria, my mom tried to
set me up with a few guys. She and dad rarely saw Victoria.
We're private." She sulked and added, "Were..."
"But you're not a lesbian, right? You're bi-sexual?"
"I adore men," Stacy replied. "I absolutely adore them.
I will never be a lesbian because I am so attracted to guys.
Even if I stayed with Victoria and was never with a man
again in my whole life, I'd still consider myself bi-sexual.
I don't think I could ever cross that line between being
bi-sexual and being a lesbian. It's a big jump to me."
"I told you this last night, but it bears repeating,"
Torrie offered. "I'm about as close to being a lesbian as
any woman could possibly be... without actually being one."
She extended all of her fingers and held her right hand just
below her chin. "I've had it up to here with guys." Torrie
shook her head and shivered as if a cold chill went down her
spine. "I've been engaged twice, but both of those fuckers
cheated on me before our wedding was to take place."
"I had a boyfriend before meeting Victoria," Stacy said.
"His name was Andrew. I caught him cheating several times
and finally, I decided to pull the plug on our relationship.
He tried to get me to change my mind for the longest time,
but I wouldn't. Andrew told me over and over that I was the
girl for him. If I took him back, I knew he'd cheat again."
"Men," Torrie sighed, flipping her hand out in a negative
manner. "If you were the girl for Andrew, he wouldn't have
gone out and cheated on you behind your back."
"Exactly," Stacy nodded. "But I could never stop liking
guys. I will always like them - no matter what." She took
a swig of her strawberry drink and smiled faintly. "Jeremy
seems really nice, though. He's a good guy."
"So far he is, yes," Torrie agreed. "But we've been here
less than 24 hours. I'm going to hold back on my judgment.
I have met guys before who seem really good and nice at
first. But then they turn out to be total dogs."
Woof woof? Bow wow? Me? Nah...
Stacy giggled. "Ashley really likes Jeremy,"
"Oh? Why is that?"
"You haven't heard?"
"What?"
Stacy leaned forward in her chair. "Ashley had sex with
Jeremy _AND_ Devon last night. She's no longer a virgin."
"Really?" Torrie asked, suddenly very interested.
"I thought everyone knew about it," Stacy mused. "Ashley
was telling me, Kristanna and Caitlyn all about it this
morning. That girl is floating on cloud nine right now.
She couldn't stop talking about how good Jeremy and Devon
made her feel. It was really kind of neat."
"Hmmmmm... Devon," Torrie cooed, licking her lips. "Now
there is a pussy which I could eat all night long." My eyes
went wide and my cock twinged with arousal at those naughty
words from Torrie. The mental visualization of it made my
body tingle with erotic delight. Devon would enjoy having
sex with Torrie. Of course, Devon would enjoy having sex
with just about any attractive woman. And I, on the other
hand, would be satisfied to simply sit back and watch.
"You really seem to like other girls," Stacy observed.
"What are you going to do about Jeremy? He's a guy."
Torrie shrugged her shoulders. "If he really is a nice
guy, I'm sure I'll have sex with him a couple of times. I
figured beforehand that for the $3 million he is paying us,
I would have to suck a lot of cock over the next eight
weeks. I'm cool with it. But only because of the money."
"I think Jeremy, Devon and Kristanna are all incredibly
nice," Stacy said. "Kristanna is kind of funny with the way
she talks - her accent - but she is very nice."
"Looks can be deceiving." I did not particularly care
for that comment from Torrie - or the tone that she used.
"Don't get your hopes up. You might just get hurt."
"What do you mean?"
Torrie shrugged her shoulders once again. "I have my
reservations about this place. Eight weeks. 56 days. We
get paid $3 million in cash for spending 56 days here? I
get the feeling that Jeremy and company want something
from us. I mean, why would they pay us all that money?"
"Devon told me to consider this a two month vacation,"
Stacy said. "A two month vacation on an island paradise.
She also told me that we can lay around and work on our
suntans the whole time if we want. It's our choice."
"$3 million," Torrie reiterated. "They are not paying us
all that money to lay around and look pretty in our bikinis."
"I think you're wrong, Torrie. You know what Jeremy said
to us yesterday - that we can go at our own pace. I know
that the general theme is that this island is a sex resort,
but I don't think Jeremy has any evil plans in mind for us.
He's not going to turn us into bondage slaves, or something."
Stacy hesitated for a brief moment, perhaps lost in thought.
"Ashley was telling us earlier this morning that Jeremy
even tried to talk her out of giving him her virginity last
night. Ashley said that Jeremy did not want her to make a
mistake that she would later regret. Ashley had to talk HIM
into having sex with her."
Stacy nodded her pretty blonde head in a confident manner.
"If Jeremy was a pervert, or a bad person, he would have
jumped all over Ashley right away. I mean... look at that
girl. Myself, I wouldn't have even had a second thought.
Especially considering the fact she was a virgin. I would
have been all over her in a heartbeat."
Torrie shook her head. "Just be careful. As you can
see, I just don't trust men. I have no reason to."
"Then maybe you should trust Devon and Kristanna," Stacy
suggested. "They are just as nice as Jeremy, if not more.
If you can't trust Jeremy, trust in Devon and Kristanna."
"We'll see," Torrie nodded. "We'll see. Time will tell.
Hey... what did Kristanna think about her husband and wife
having a threesome with Ashley last night?"
"Nothing negative, I think," Stacy answered. "In fact, I
got the impression that Kristanna and Caitlyn had sex with
each other last night. When Ashley was telling us all about
what happened with Devon and Jeremy, Kristanna seemed very
upbeat. She even gave Ashley a hug and said she was happy."
"Happy for Ashley?"
"Yep."
"That is one thing I don't understand," Torrie murmured.
"These people are married and, obviously, very much in love.
Why did they bring all of us here for sex?"
"Some people are like that," Stacy responded. "They have
a husband or wife, or in this case, both. But they have sex
with lots and lots of people. It's not cheating as long as
everyone agrees and is okay with it. They only love each
other. And they are assured and comfortable enough in their
relationship that it's okay to have sex with other people.
There are many marriages like that in the world."
"How do you know about all of that?"
"I have two friends back home - Steve and Caryn," Stacy
nodded. "They are married and very much in love. They are
crazy about each other. But Caryn has like five boyfriends,
and she has sex with all of them. Her husband, Steve... he
likes to watch. He gets off on seeing her with other guys.
She has sex with them in order to help make Steve happy."
"That seems like a unique arrangement."
"It is," Stacy agreed. "But Steve and Caryn love each
other. So it's okay. Everything they do is okay."
"Have you ever joined them?"
Stacy laughed at Torrie's question. "No, not quite.
Caryn is not into other girls like I am. And Steve, if you
can believe this - he is only interested in having sex with
Caryn. She has five boyfriends and has sex with all of them
while Steve watches. But he only wants to be with her. He
says he is not interested in any other woman."
"It takes all sorts of people to make the world go round,
I guess," Torrie shrugged. "Interesting arrangement."
* * *
Suddenly, my attention was diverted here in the voyeur
room as the monitor that oversaw the long corridor which
led to the private suite that I shared with my two wives
flickered to life. I smiled at the image on the screen
because it was the beautiful and charming Kristanna. She
had a friend with her, too - FurBall (our house-cat).
As Kristanna entered our luxurious suite, I emerged from
the adjacent voyeur room and smiled brightly at her. "Hi
there, sweet peaches. How are you doing?"
"Oh... just fine," she smiled in response. Kristanna was
always so happy and vibrant. It was one of the things which
I had always found most appealing about her. Kristanna also
possessed a wacky sense of humor - as evidenced by when she
picked FurBall up with her left hand and held the feline out.
She then took a seat on the nearby bed and cooed, "Did you
come out here looking to play with some pussy?"
Of course, she made me laugh with that last remark. "No,
but I'm flexible. I'll play with YOUR pussy if you want..."
Kristanna giggled as she allowed FurBall to leap from her
hand and slink off toward its favorite corner of the suite.
My vivacious bride certainly seemed ready to play. After
Kristanna shrugged one of my button-up dress shirts from her
shoulders, she was decked out in nothing more than a black
bra and matching G-string.
When I took a seat next to her on the bed, Kristanna slid
both of her arms around me and smiled. "I like holding you
more than I do FurBall, Jeremy." She then sighed deeply and
placed the side of her face upon my shoulder. "Hmmmmm..."
"Hold me as much as you want."
"Where is Devon at?"
"Devon is talking with Ashley and Caitlyn in their room
right now," was my response. "I did a little eavesdropping
on Torrie and Stacy, too. Seems to me that Torrie does not
like men at all. She is clearly here for the money."
"All of the girls are here for the money," Kristanna
reminded me. "Every girl you have ever brought to the island
was here for the money. Even Devvy originally came for the
money. The difference is that some enjoy their time here,
some don't. And some, like Devvy, fall in love." Kristanna
laughed and added, "Devvy is probably looking to slut herself
out with Ashley and Caitlyn right now. You know how she is."
"You shouldn't call your own wife a slut," I teased her.
"You know how chippy that always makes Devon feel."
"But she IS a slut!" Kristanna giggled. "Besides, I mean
that in the most sincere, endearing kind of way. I may be
Devon's sweet angel, but she is my 'lil honey slut."
I offered her a kiss on the forehead and stood up. "Come
on, peaches." Extending my hand, I motioned for her to step
closer. "I'd be honored if I could have this dance."
"You want to dance with me?" she asked, a bit surprised.
After nodding my hand, I grabbed the nearby remote control
for the stereo system and pressed one of its buttons. An
instant later, the romantic song "Unchained Melody" (by the
Righteous Brothers) began playing. The look upon Kristanna's
lovely face changed accordingly.
"Oh, this is my favorite song..." she cooed, slowly rising
to her feet. "Jeremy! It's so beautiful."
Speaking of beautiful, all one would have to do for a true
definition of that word was take a good look at Kristanna. I
cannot implore enough how sleek and symmetrically perfect
those luscious legs of hers were. At 5-foot-11, Kristanna's
most striking feature were her long, graceful legs. Devon
once made the comment - and I agreed wholeheartedly - that
Kristanna had what could be described as "skyscraper legs".
But there was plenty more to Kristanna than just her legs.
Though they were her centerpiece, she also had the face of
an angel and the trim, slender body of a runway model. One
thing which had always captivated me about Kristanna was her
smile. The 23-year-old had a truly charming, winning smile.
Kristanna was also a beautiful person on the inside. She
could get wild and wacky at times, but that was simply her
energetic personality and demeanor on display. Kristanna
was the type of person who loved to laugh. I thought that
way about her in the past, but never moreso than now - after
our marriage. She was a really fun person to be around.
As "Unchained Melody" continued playing, Kristanna turned
her back to me when I approached her. Soon, I curled my left
arm around her stomach from behind and placed my right hand
upon her hip. Once I twirled my head downward and began
peppering my wife's slender neck with kisses, Kristanna
started an easy and very romantic slow-dance with me.
"I love you so much," I told her, my voice delicate and
soothing. I trailed my lips upward and gently nibbled upon
her earlobe. "I love you more than anything." I swiped her
ear with my tongue and added, "I'd give my life up for you."
"Jeremy..." Kristanna sighed as she turned to face me,
her eyes suddenly glowing with love and admiration. She
slipped both arms around me and groaned, "Oh Jeremy..."
I continued slow-dancing, now holding Kristanna, to the
beat of the romantic song. "You and Devon... you're my
center in life. You're my everything. I'm not... I'm not
real good with words like Devon is, but I want you to know
how I feel about you. I want you to know."
"Oh, you're good enough," she sighed, kissing my shoulder.
I took a step back and gazed into those mesmerizing eyes
of hers. "You ARE a sweet angel. You're a princess... you
are all those good things. I think so much of you, honey.
So much. And I hold you so highly." I cupped her face with
both hands, then gently stroked her lips with my thumbs.
"You are everything to me. I love you."
"What brought all of this on?" Kristanna asked, appearing
genuinely touched. "Wow, Jeremy. I love you too."
"I just want you to know how I feel," I told her. "All
these new girls here now... I don't want you to... I don't
know." Shaking my head, I sighed, "I don't know..."
"What?" she insisted. "What, Jeremy? What?"
I thought about what to say to her for a moment. "I just
don't want to go through what happened last time. My being
with Pamela and Amy, and Devon with Lindsay... we hurt you.
Trish, too. I don't want that to happen again."
"But you didn't know you were hurting me until I finally
spoke up, and said so," she retorted. "It's okay, Jeremy.
It really is. We're going to have fun with all these girls.
This is our last big adventure before settling down. When
they go home in two months, our marriage will be officially
closed forever. I really want to enjoy this time."
I smiled at her. "I just want you to be comfortable. I
could really live without all of these new girls. You do
know that you and Devon are all I want and need in life."
"You are all I want and need, too," she confided. "But
when you get down to it, Jeremy, it's not a bad thing to
have more. That's what these girls are - more. This is our
last chance to let loose and go wild before re-entering
common society. I say we make the most of it."
"I love you, sweetheart," I reiterated.
Suddenly, the telephone on the night-stand next to the
bed rang. Kristanna went over to answer it, while I used
the remote control to turn the music volume all the way down.
"Hello? ... Oh, hi Devon! ... Yeah, Jeremy's here with me
now. ... Oh yeah, that's fine. ... Yeah, that's fine too. ...
I don't mind. ... We'll be fine today. ... I'm sure. ... I
will, I promise. ... I love you too, baby. ... Bye-bye."
After placing the telephone back on the night-stand,
Kristanna turned and looked at me. "Told you. Devon wants
to spend the whole day with Ashley and Caitlyn. I told you
that Devon is my 'lil honey slut. She really is. Devon did
ask me to tell you that she loves you, though, Jeremy."
I smiled at those words. "Devon is already mixing in
with the others. She better take it easy."
"Oh, don't worry, Jeremy. Devon knows she is pregnant.
She's not going to let anyone use a 12-inch dildo on her."
Kristanna giggled and added, "And Devvy knows if she does
get too physical, she'll have to face the _wrath of Jeremy_."
"I hope Devon has fun with them," I offered. "I'll have a
real good time, too. I get to spend time with you, peaches."
"I thought you were going to make an effort to get to know
all of the other girls today."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I'd rather be here with you.
You're my wife, and I love you."
Kristanna smiled. "You're such a doll, Jeremy."
"What do you think about Ashley losing her virginity to
me and Devon last night?" I inquired. "That, and your crazy
accent, seem to be the early hot topics."
"Lindsay was a virgin when she came here, too," Kristanna
frowned. "Ashley is a hundred times sweeter than Lindsay,
though. As for what happened last night between you, Devvy
and Ashley, I think it's great. I know how much you like
those sweet, innocent teen-agers, Jeremy. I was only 19
when you and I met, remember. I know it all too well." She
smiled and concluded, "I have yet to see the videotape, but
I know you treated Ashley well. I just know you did."
"I treat everyone well," I grinned. "Hey... it would've
been nice if you could have joined us last night, too. But
before I found Ashley in the recreation room, I saw you and
Caitlyn sitting by the pool outside, talking. I did not
want to disturb either of you, especially since Ashley said
she did not like Caitlyn's aggressive attitude."
"That's cool," Kristanna nodded. "I've been with virgin
girls before so it's really not a big deal to me. I know it
was Devvy's main fantasy, though." Kristanna smiled at me.
"You helped her fantasy come true, Jeremy. Devvy said that
you actually talked Ashley into having a threesome."
"I know it was her fantasy," I said. "I am happier for
Devon than I am myself. She likes those little teens, too."
"That's 'cause Devvy is a slut," Kristanna giggled.
"When did you lose your virginity? How did it happen?"
Kristanna made a face. "It happened when I was 16. It
was with my boyfriend at the time, Mubbashir."
"Mubbashir?" I countered, my eyes wide. "Your boyfriend
was named Mubbashir? You're not making that up?"
"Mubbashir is a regular Norwegian name," she informed me.
"Anyway, when I lost my virginity... it's not a good memory.
Mubbashir and I snuck out to the barn on my family farm one
day after school. I will say one good thing for him, though.
He gave me the best _TWO-AND-A-HALF_ seconds of his life."
Once again, Kristanna made me burst out into laughter.
It took me awhile to settle down, too. A long time, in fact.
"I lost my virginity with my ex-fiancee, Victoria," I
frowned. "That was when I was 18. I told you about it
before, peaches. I was scared to death. I was so worried
if I would be any good for her. It wasn't her first time."
"Scared? Hopefully you were scared stiff."
Kristanna made me laugh again. "Yes, I was scared STIFF."
"But Victoria made it good for you, correct?"
"Yes, she did."
"Hmmmmm... I wonder," Kristanna purred. "You said that
Ashley does not like Caitlyn's aggressive attitude. Yet
they are going out today for a little island sight-seeing.
I wonder if they will have a threesome? If Devvy has
anything to say about it, they will. Her pussy is gonna be
burned out and raw when these eight weeks are up."
"It better not be," I countered. "She has to take it
nice and easy. Devon is pregnant with our child."
Still standing near the night-stand, Kristanna brushed
her long-flowing blonde hair away from her forehead with an
arm and mused, "I feel like a snack before breakfast."
"Would you like anything specific?" I asked. "A sandwich?
Maybe some doughnuts, or something? I'll be happy to get
whatever you want from the kitchen."
"I want some cock," Kristanna replied, which temporarily
caught me off-guard. The ravishing young woman emphasized
her point with a subtle, sensual move - by licking her lips.
Next, she dropped down to her knees and looked at me. "Would
it be possible for you to help me out, my dear husband?"
"Of course, peaches."
Kristanna smiled and crooked a finger, motioning for me
to move closer toward her. I did just that, then let out a
soft, gentle moan as she immediately reached out and ran
her long, slender fingers over and across my crotch.
Kristanna smiled once again as she then rose up to her
feet and wrapped her arms around my shoulders for a loving
embrace. I immediately sought her mouth with my own, our
warm tongues slipping and sliding together over an easy,
languid exchange. Soon, I tilted my head to the side,
allowing myself better access into that velvety mouth.
Naturally, after pulling Kristanna close and hugging her
myself, my right hand drifted downward. I ran it over and
across that nice, firm ass, then ventured even lower. She
giggled upon our shared kiss as I caressed the back of her
thigh, tracing the tips of my fingers over it. I stood up
and increased the ferocity of our deep, mutual kiss.
Kristanna giggled yet again as she backed me against the
night-stand and then hooked her opposite leg around my own.
Our kiss intensified, naturally, and soon I was ravaging her
mouth with all of the passion and fervor I could muster.
"Oh yeah," I sighed as Kristanna then reached into my
shorts and pulled my semi-hard cock out, breaking our kiss
in the process. She again dropped to her knees and tugged
my shorts downward with both hands, then began to pump and
squeeze my shaft toward an aching, powerful erection.
"Dis vill really be more dan a snack for me," Kristanna
snickered, her right hand a blur it frigged the base of my
cock. She had suddenly reverted back to her Norwegian
accent! "I am going to treat dis like a main course, ya."
I groaned with pure arousal as, while still perched upon
her knees, Kristanna snaked her head toward my pelvis and
then engulfed my awaiting cock into her hungry mouth with
one, swift movement. Oh... what a wonderful feeling!
As usual, Kristanna moved slowly. She wanted this to
last for both of us. With each head-bob, the quirky vixen
looked up at me and smiled. I cannot say enough good things
about a woman who enjoys the simple pleasure of performing
oral sex for her man. Especially when that man is me!
As could be expected, Kristanna looked wonderful on her
knees in front of me. She was still dressed in that sexy,
little bra and G-string set. Best of all, however, those
lips of hers had formed a large `O' around my erection as
she gently worked away at it.
I surrendered myself to the sensations of her lips, tongue
and throat, as all three provided me with wondrous pleasure.
Soon, her bobbing motion quickened and my testicles seemed
to tense up. I could feel an orgasm brewing. Combined with
the sight of Kristanna's blonde head bobbing back-and-forth
as she slurped me into a frenzy, I simply lost control.
I thrusted myself forward and buried my erection deep
within her throat. Sperm jettisoned outward as if it was
fired from a cannon. Kristanna wrapped both arms around
my hips and dug her long fingernails into my skin, her
throat making a hungry, hearty sound as she guzzled down
every last ounce of sperm which I had produced for her.
As my body then crested downward from the incredible
height of orgasm, I sighed deeply as Kristanna withdrew my
cock from her exquisite mouth. She grasped its base once
again and squeezed away, her lovely eyes sparkling as she
gazed up at me in a passionate manner.
"Aren't you the sweetest thing?" I asked, taking a step
back and then leaning over. Kristanna smiled as I planted
a simple kiss upon her forehead. "So very sweet."
"Dat hit da spot," the young woman swooned, extending
her tongue and then licking her lips. "Dere is nothing
quite like da taste of cum in da morning! Or at night, or
da afternoon... any old time, for dat matter!"
I grinned at her. "You're a naughty, little girl."
"Ve are going to have a lot of fun over the next eight
veeks with all dese pretty girls on da island. Dank yew,
Mister Jeremy, for bringing dem here for me and Devvy."
"Mister Jeremy?" I laughed. "Your accent is cute, but
you're a nut. A total nut. I bet you'll keep that up for
awhile, too. You're going to keep talking that way around
the others." I smiled at her. "Can _I_ have a snack now?"
Her smile brightened. "I dought yew vould never ask."
When Kristanna rose to her feet, it was my turn to drop
to my knees. Or, at the very least, drop to one knee. I
did just that, then reached out and gently massaged both of
her immaculate legs with my hands. Eventually, I found the
need to kiss them. I trailed my tongue over and across her
thigh, and even nibbled oh-so-tenderly upon her kneecap. I
slid one hand upward, squeezing and prodding her tight ass.
Using both hands, I slowly but surely nudged her little
G-string down until it fell harmlessly to the floor in a
circle around her bare feet. I was rewarded for my efforts
with the sight of the sweetest, prettiest pussy in all of
the world. I just had to lean forward and gently kiss it.
"How's my honey?" I asked, staring at that little pussy.
Kristanna decided to remove the black bra that she was
wearing herself. She cupped and squeezed each of her modest
breasts with her hands as I was still on bended knee in front
of her. "Yew da naughty one, Jeremy. But I love yew."
"Lay down on the bed for me."
She obliged, but only after leaning over and planting a
sensuous kiss upon my lips. Kristanna groaned and sighed
seconds later when, flat on her back, she spread her thighs
for me. Wow, I said inwardly. Her pussy was beautiful.
"All I need now is a fork and one of those big napkins,"
I grinned, my eyes transfixed upon her womanly treasure.
"This is the best all-you-can-eat buffet in the world!"
"Eat as much of it as yew vant," Kristanna giggled. "Yew
know I love it ven yew eat me pussy, Jeremy, but yew do not
do it enough. Eat as much of it as yew vant, ya."
I smiled. "I may just go all day, then."
Kristanna groaned once again, this time as I extended my
tongue and swiped it over the full length of her exquisite,
velvety slit. I used fingers from my left hand to part
those lush folds, then inserted my tongue for a taste. She
was, as you may imagine, absolutely delicious.
As I soon began to concentrate on the most sensitive flap
of skin any woman has - the clitoris - I embedded a pair of
fingers into Kristanna's depths and kept them there for now.
My tongue was fast and furious as it licked and dabbed away
at her clitoris. I did feel like tasting her all day...
Showing her true appreciation for my oral work, Kristanna
sought my right hand with her left, and squeezed tightly.
She was not about to let go of it, either, as I worked her
pussy into more of a frenzy with every passing second. "Oh,
Jeremy... Jeremy..." Squirming about, she arched her neck
and back high in response to my handiwork. "Yes, Jeremy..."
"I'd do anything for you... Missy Krissy. Anything."
"And I would do anything for YOUUUUU..." the blonde sighed,
suddenly losing her accent, as I increased the tempo of my
probing tongue. In addition, I was jamming a pair of fingers
in-and-out of her pussy at a rather frenetic pace.
Once Kristanna began to squeal and grunt, I knew I was
guiding her along the right path. It would not be too long
before I brought her to an orgasm. I would enjoy watching
it happen just as much as she would enjoy experiencing it.
When Kristanna's entire body seemed to tighten up all at
once, I thrusted two fingers into her pussy one final time,
and burrowed my tongue in quite deeply as well. Kristanna
put a vice-tight grip upon my head with her long, slender
legs, and screeched out at the very top of her lungs.
I lapped up the delicious passion fruit of her release
with my probing tongue. Only once her orgasm had crested
and then began to fade away did Kristanna loosen the grip
upon my head with her muscular, yet doe-like thighs.
My thirst temporarily quenched, I slid my head upward
and came to a stop once Kristanna and me were at eye level.
We exchanged smiles, then I gave her a kiss on the lips.
"You're my girl, and I love you," were my heartfelt words.
"I'll _ALWAYS_ be your girl," Kristanna nodded, her accent
now a brief (but humorous) memory. "And I love you, too."
She offered a big smile. "You and Devvy make me so happy.
I'm the luckiest girl in the whole, wide world..."
* * *
"Devon, Ashley and Caitlyn are going to skip breakfast?" I
asked Kristanna, my arms gently encircling her shoulders from
behind, as I followed her into the formal dining room.
Kristanna nodded her head and answered, "Yeppers. Devon
said she was going to steal your Jeep and take the girls to
the lava beds on the north side for a morning picnic."
"My Jeep?" I confirmed, feigning anger. "Devon took my
Jeep? No one TOUCHES my Jeep." I was only joking, though.
"I told you she stole it," Kristanna laughed.
"But you didn't tell me about it until now. You know,
Krissy... failure to report a crime is a felony itself."
"What are you going to do, Jeremy?" the lovely 23-year-old
swooned, her expression dreamy. "Are you gonna spank me?"
"That would be a suitable punishment, yes," I nodded,
pressing my crotch (and rock-solid erection) upon her sweet
ass from behind. "When was the last time you were spanked?"
Suddenly, the duo of Torrie and Stacy entered the dining
room from the opposite entrance. Both ladies smiled at
Kristanna and yours truly as I released her from my clutches.
"How vas yewr night?" Kristanna asked them, her Norwegian
accent suddenly making a triumphant return.
"It was wonderful," Torrie answered, all bubbly and happy.
"I felt like I just slept in a 20 star hotel."
"I didn't know stars went above five," Stacy commented.
"They don't, but that just shows you what I think of this
mansion and the island overall," Torrie offered. "20 stars."
I smiled, taking that as a compliment. "I'm glad to see
that you have enjoyed yourself thus far." I glanced at my
wristwatch. "It's still 20 minutes before breakfast. Are
either of you two feeling a bit hungry yet?"
"I am," the top-heavy blonde, Torrie, said. She rubbed
her stomach. "I'm feeling a lot hungry."
"Harold and Juanita - the butler and maid - are preparing
breakfast in the kitchen right now," I told Torrie. "You can
go in there and snag a doughnut or two from them. Don't go
crazy, though. We're going to have a good breakfast."
"I think I'll do that," Torrie said, before turning and
strolling off toward the kitchen. That left Kristanna and
yours truly alone with Stacy here in the dining room.
"What happened to your arm?" Stacy asked, her expression
curious, as she motioned toward the cast that Kristanna wore.
"Der vas an accident back in January," my wife said rather
quickly, before I could answer for her. "I fell, and broke
me hand and vrist. Needed surgery for it, too." She waved
her right arm about. "Dis ding comes off next week, dough.
I cannot tell yew how much I am looking forward to it."
Needless to say, that was a lie on Kristanna's part. The
real reason she broke her hand and wrist was because Devon
got a little too close and intimate with Lindsay one day and,
as a result, Kristanna punched a hole through the wall in a
fit of jealousy and anger. Indeed, surgery was required.
As I look back on that incident now, I can define it as a
turning point in our three-way marriage. Devon had recently
begun to stray, albeit unknowingly, but what happened helped
realign her priorities - namely Kristanna and yours truly -
in life. It also ended her relationship with Lindsay.
Of course, Devon still blamed herself - to this very day -
for all the pain and suffering Kristanna went through with
the broken bones, the surgery and now, the rehabilitation.
Just mentioning the incident can cause Devon to start crying.
She will never forgive herself for what happened, either.
We try not to remind her of it for that reason alone.
Getting back to the matter at hand, Kristanna lied to
Stacy about the reason for her cast simply because she did
not need to know about our personal problems from the past.
On the other hand, though, Kristanna could not shrug Stacy
off, and refuse to answer. She had to tell her something.
"It must have been a nasty fall," Stacy speculated. "And
you needed surgery for it, too? I've never had any broken
bones... I'm lucky. One of my sisters broke her leg once."
Much to my surprise, the enchanting trio of Devon, Ashley
and Caitlyn suddenly came strolling into the dining room. I
thought they had went out in my Jeep for the day? Even more
surprising than their appearance was that Ashley quickly
closed the distance between us and offered me a warm hug.
It ended faster than it began, though, as Ashley took a step
back and gauged my reaction. I did not expect a hug from
her and thus, my expression must have told her so.
Devon stepped forward and smiled at me. "The three of us
were all set to go up to the lava beds in your Jeep, Jeremy,
but Ashley wanted to see you before we took off."
"I wanted to tell you last night was incredible," Ashley
murmured, her voice soft and gentle. "You and Devon... you
made it that way. You made my dreams come true." Ashley
wrapped her arms around me in an emotional embrace again.
I simply stood there as Ashley hugged me, a bit awestruck,
as Devon looked on and continued smiling. Meanwhile, I
watched Kristanna and Caitlyn share a slow, tongue-filled
kiss. In the background, Stacy just watched everything.
Once our embrace was over, Ashley looked at me and her
face reddened. "Was I... as good for you too, Jeremy?"
"Oh yes," I replied. "You were more than good. You
were wonderful, dear. Absolutely wonderful." Devon reached
out and clenched my left wrist, then brought that hand to
Ashley's little backside. The young vixen's face turned an
even brighter shade of red once I gave that taut ass of hers
a firm, healthy squeeze. I smiled at her reaction.
"You were great last night," Devon told Ashley, drawing
another genuine, red-faced reaction from her.
I enjoyed Ashley's humble nature. With such a sheltered
upbringing as a farm girl in rural Oklahoma, Ashley was
literally a puppy to the ways of the world. She had a lot
of things to learn before calling herself a true adult.
Suddenly, a bold and determined look came to Ashley's
face. She looked me square in the eyes and proclaimed, "I
wanna do it again. I wanna have sex with you again."
"You do?" I exclaimed, taken off-guard.
"Uh huh," she nodded, before glancing at all the others
in the dining room with us. "Can we go someplace private?"
"What about your trip up to the lava beds with Devon and
Caitlyn?" I said, gulping my throat.
"We can still go up there," Devon smiled, patting me on
the shoulder. "We'll stay for breakfast after all, and then
go on our little trip. Me, Ashley and Caitlyn." Devon
nudged me toward the tender sweetheart. "Go on, Jeremy.
Have some fun with her. She hasn't stopped talking about
you all morning. Especially when she sucked your cock..."
"C'mon Jeremy," Ashley insisted, even grabbing my hand
and then tugging me toward the exit of the dining room.
"Let's go someplace where we can have more privacy."
* * *
Gripping the length of my shaft with her little, manicured
hand, Ashley smiled at me and offered it a good, hard squeeze.
Moments after I allowed her to lead me out of the dining room,
I was now in the den with Ashley on her knees in front of me.
The sweet-as-silk 18-year-old was so eager to perform oral
sex on me that she immediately dropped down to her knees once
we entered the den. Now, I was the one on cloud nine.
"Hmmmmm... that feels so good," I moaned outloud, as the
little angel palmed my testicles with her left hand and
gently caressed them. I kept my gaze locked on Ashley as
she licked and swiped at the tip of my cock with her tongue.
Eventually, Ashley slipped my pulsating shaft between
those moist, red lips, and took half of it into her mouth.
That was the most she could muster with her inexperience
level right now, but in no way was I complaining.
Seated on the edge of the sofa, I growled out in ecstasy
once Ashley, who was perched upon her knees in front of me,
locked eyes with me and offered a hot, vampish expression.
Her blonde head was already bobbing back-and-forth as she
tried to fit more of my erection into her luscious mouth.
Those glossy lips of hers were providing just the right
amount of friction as she feasted upon my hard shaft.
"I wanna suck your cock from now until the end of time!"
she exclaimed, momentarily withdrawing it from her mouth
and swiping away at my testicles. "Hmmmmm... it tastes so
good! And it feels so good in my mouth!" With those words,
back in it went. Ashley's little mouth was quickly becoming
a total suck machine. And I was the lone beneficiary!
I could feel an orgasm brewing somewhere inside of me.
With the feel of that warm, wet mouth upon my cock, as it
sucked away for dear life, I was being driven insane.
Apparently, Ashley sensed that I was extremely close to
the edge of release. Thus, she decided to increase the
speed and ferocity of her oral work. Heeding Devon's advice
from last evening, Ashley flicked her tongue in rapid-fire
succession across the sensitive underside of my cock.
I grunted as thick globs of sperm jettisoned outward from
my shaft and directly into Ashley's hungry, awaiting mouth.
She guzzled my juice down her throat, relishing in its taste.
Seconds later, however, the steady flow of sperm got to be
too much for Ashley to handle. She grabbed her throat with
her right hand and choked momentarily, allowing my cock to
slip free from within the glorious clutches of her mouth.
"No!" Ashley squealed in disgust, upset with herself.
She wiped away some of the excess sperm from her chin and
whined, "One of these days, I'm gonna swallow your whole
load down." Ashley licked her hand dry and added, "I want
to get to the point where I don't choke on it. Do you think
Devon would mind giving me more advice like last night?"
"I'm sure she would be more than happy," was my response.
"I could show you a thing or two," came a feminine voice
from the entrance to the den. As Ashley turned around, I
glanced upward and was greeted by the exotic slice of
mocha-skinned sensuality more commonly known as Caitlyn.
The Mexican princess was standing in the doorway to the
den, her dazzling, penetrating eyes surveying not only me,
but Ashley as well. Caitlyn was a super-stacked vixen of
Pamela proportions, whose remarkable curves gave way to one
of the most sexually-hungry faces I had ever seen. Her
sleepy-eyed, wide-mouthed look was practically begging for
sex. I also got the sense that Caitlyn's body would have no
problem keeping the promises that her wanton look made.
Ashley turned and glanced up at me for a moment, an uneasy
expression upon her charming face. At this point in time, I
did not exactly know what Ashley thought of Caitlyn. The one
thing I did know, though, was that Ashley did not enjoy
Caitlyn's comment from last evening at the dinner table.
"I'm gonna spank 'lil Ashley before tucking her into bed each
night." It was an aggressive remark on her part, indeed, and
Ashley had mentioned her distaste for it several times to me.
Did Ashley feel uncomfortable around Caitlyn because of
what was said last night? If so, why had she agreed to go
up to the lava beds with Caitlyn, with Devon as their guide?
Or did Ashley simply want to avoid having Caitlyn - who was
also her room-mate, remember - as her first-ever lover? Did
she feel that Devon and me were more suitable for that honor?
Caitlyn's eyes were mostly trained upon Ashley as she
stood at the entrance to the den, but the 25-year-old glanced
up long enough to offer me a very sultry, steamy look. An
instant later, though, she focused upon Ashley once again.
"You drive me crazy, Ashley," was her admission, as she
stepped forward. "God... I want you so much." Caitlyn's
honesty found new heights as she added in a breathless tone,
"I want to lick your pussy, and I don't ever want to stop."
Ashley gulped her throat as Caitlyn closed the short distance
between them and sunk down to her knees beside her. Caitlyn
shook her head and concluded, "You're the most beautiful,
most sexy girl I have ever seen in my life. EVER."
Ashley blushed again. That look was irresistible.
"Let me kiss you," Caitlyn begged, moving her lips close
to the teen-ager's mouth. She placed her hand upon Ashley's
shoulder and moaned, "God, I want to kiss you. I... I want
to lose myself in you. Totally. Completely." This time,
Caitlyn gulped her throat. "Is it... okay? Is it okay,
Ashley, if I kiss you? I've never wanted anything more..."
I was fully prepared to tell Caitlyn to back off if it
seemed Ashley was one bit uncomfortable. Fortunately, I did
not need to intervene because Ashley granted Caitlyn's plea
by pressing her mouth to hers for a deep, probing kiss. It
was a big surprise to me, considering Ashley's shy nature.
Once she realized that Ashley had made the first move,
Caitlyn let loose with a wild moan and then wrapped her arms
around the Oklahoman's lithe body and embraced her tightly.
Seated on the sofa, I watched with very interested eyes as
Caitlyn trailed her hands southward, cupping and squeezing
Ashley's taut, denim-clad ass rather fiercely.
"Touch me," Caitlyn breathed once their kiss concluded.
"I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands on me."
Ashley squealed with delight as she placed both hands
upon Caitlyn's large, heaving breasts. She began to knead
and caress them through the fabric of Caitlyn's halter top.
The look upon her face told me that this was quite an
experience for Ashley. I remembered the prior evening, and
just how much she enjoyed touching Devon's beautiful breasts.
Caitlyn's breasts were much larger than Devon's. That did
not make them better in my eyes, of course, but Ashley sure
did appreciate the thick firmness of Caitlyn's blessings.
"You like that?" the Latina goddess moaned, her dark eyes
glazed over with total lust as she glared at Ashley. She
kissed her passionately on the lips and demanded, "Do you
like touching my breasts? Do you like my body, honey?"
"Y-Yes," Ashley responded, perhaps more excited now than
ever before at any point in her life. Whereas Devon and me
were gentle and loving with Ashley last evening, Caitlyn
was taking the opposite route. She was trying to seduce
her with a moderate amount of force, and needful lust.
Caitlyn turned and offered me a passionate glare, but
soon focused upon Ashley once again. "Do you like having
cum in your mouth?" she asked, eliciting another red-faced
expression from Ashley. "How does it taste, honey?"
"Good," Ashley replied in a hushed tone. "I love the
taste. I... I love sucking Jeremy's cock."
"I could taste him when I kissed you," Caitlyn told her.
She turned toward one more time and noticed that my cock was
hard and bulging. The sole reason for that was the intense
series of kisses that Ashley and Caitlyn had just shared.
"Would you like to suck him off again, honey?"
"You know I would," Ashley countered, not ashamed.
Caitlyn smiled. "Why don't you suck his cock while I
play with your body? All three of us will be happy."
After nodding her head, Ashley grasped my swollen shaft
with her right hand. With a soft, but firm grip, she began
pumping my cock as Caitlyn, still perched upon her knees,
moved in directly behind Ashley and grinned brightly at me.
Once I let out a loud, audible sigh, Ashley smiled as she
stared into my eyes. I could tell that Ashley really enjoyed
the look of unbridled passion that was etched across my face.
It was there because of what she was doing to me.
"You can suck me off ANYTIME you want..." I gasped.
Ashley giggled as she slid her warm, velvety lips around
the hot, throbbing head of my erection. She stroked its base
with her right hand while twirling her curious tongue over
and across its tip. Already, I was set to explode again.
"That's it, Jeremy," Ashley encouraged me. "Cum in my
mouth, big boy. Shoot your stuff for me."
Now gasping for breath, I looked down and admired the
sight of Ashley, who was waiting for my load with her mouth
open and tongue extended. She offered the base of my cock
a couple of hard squeezes with her right hand, baiting me.
"Come on, Jeremy. Shoot your stuff in my mouth." Ashley
was still staring into my eyes, her ruby-red lips and white
teeth glistening. "Come on! I want to taste you again!"
Suddenly, I lost control of myself, firing a heavy glob
of sperm across Ashley's tongue which splattered against the
roof of her hungry mouth. She quickly clamped her lips
around my shaft and tried to swallow the ensuing blasts, but
found herself choking again in just a matter of seconds.
Soon, streamers of sperm were dangling from Ashley's chin
and dripping down onto her t-shirt in a lewd, obscene manner.
When she withdrew my cock from her mouth to catch her breath,
I rewarded Ashley with one more heavy blast which left her
otherwise pretty, immaculate face a total, gooey mess.
"Oh... look at that," Caitlyn remarked, reaching around
Ashley's supple body and cupping her breasts from behind.
"You got cum all over your t-shirt."
Ashley turned and glanced over her shoulder at Caitlyn, a
suggestive, naughty smile upon her cum-covered face. "Then
maybe you should take my t-shirt off. How about it?"
"I should take ALL of your clothes off," Caitlyn mused,
already beginning the process. She literally ripped the
t-shirt from Ashley's body. "I want you nude." Next came
her bra, and then the pair of denim shorts which had hugged
her nubile, young ass in an enticing manner. Caitlyn
finished the deal by helping Ashley out of her panties.
Next, Caitlyn offered Ashley a very deep, maddening kiss.
Before I knew what had happened next, the Mexican seductress
pushed Ashley onto her back and had her face nestled between
those tender, creamy thighs. Still seated upon the sofa, I
took a deep breath as Ashley's blue eyes went wide at the
initial contact of Caitlyn's tongue upon her little pussy.
An instant later, Ashley was moaning like never before.
I watched Caitlyn as she used her tongue to work Ashley
into a hot, all-out frenzy. I recalled Ashley, moments ago,
as she asked me in the dining room if we could go "someplace
private" so the two of us could have sex together. Another
threesome was probably the furthest thing from her mind, but
it was readily apparent right now as I watched her animated
reactions to Caitlyn's oral workings that Ashley was quite
happy this was not a one-on-one encounter between she and I.
She enjoyed Caitlyn using that tongue on her juicy pussy.
Once Ashley started to grunt and squeal, a blaze of lust
overtaking her body at once. I looked up and noticed that my
two precious wives - Devon and Kristanna - were watching us
from the doorway. How long had they been standing there?
Did they want to join us and make this a big group encounter?
After they made eye contact with me, Devon and Kristanna
offered dual, glittering smiles. Devon waved her hand at
me, while Kristanna even blew a kiss my way. They stayed
there for several seconds and watched Ashley experience the
intense joy of orgasm, courtesy of Caitlyn's probing tongue.
Both Devon and Kristanna smiled at me once again, then
linked hands and walked away - disappearing from my sight.
Maybe they were just checking up on me? On us?
"Oh my God!" Ashley cried in the aftermath, her naked
body squirming and writhing about upon the carpeted floor.
"That was incredible! Just incredible!"
"I want to worship every inch of your body!" Caitlyn said,
finally withdrawing her face from the silken joining of
Ashley's thighs. She lunged upward and smashed her lips
upon the little blonde's mouth for another hot, searing kiss.
I wondered to myself, after the passionate tryst I had
with Kristanna just one hour ago, and a pair of enthusiastic
blowjobs from the suck machine otherwise known as Ashley,
if I could possibly come up with yet another erection. If
so, I knew where it was going - right into Caitlyn's pussy.
I needed to get a piece of this raven-haired temptress SOON.
<<<- End of Part 2 ->>>
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