Chapter 1: Utopia

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, True Story, Wife Watching, BDSM, DomSub, Spanking, Group Sex, Orgy, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1: Utopia - The fourth installment of the "Island Fever" series checks in with a look at Jeremy's life as he manages living with seven women at the same time, almost all of which want him to get them pregnant.

-- Monday, May 18, 2015 --

-- Sandvika, Norway --

"Oh God, Krissy, that feels so good."

"I could do this all day, you know."

"I'd definitely have no complaints if you did."

She giggled. "I'm sure you wouldn't."

For the past hour, Kristanna had been perched on the floor in front of me as I relaxed in my favorite lounge chair, her blonde head mostly buried in my naked lap. My precious, most irreplaceable wife, Kristanna held the base of my hard, throbbing erection with her right hand, and leisurely sucked and lashed away at the length of it with her lips and tongue. The little, wet sounds that Kristanna made with her mouth as she orally serviced and pleased me were music to my ears.

Kristanna was being so incredibly soft and tender with her oral technique, though, and obviously did not want me to cum any time soon. Again, I was not about to complain. She was so into the glorious, wonderful act of performing fellatio on me. At the same time, we spoke about many, various topics concerning our group marriage, and those who shared in it.

"You keep that up, you're going to get lock jaw."

Kristanna glanced over at Pamela, who had been seated on the floor directly beside her for the past hour as well, and made a face at her. "Oh, hush Pammy. You'll get your turn with Jeremy here again soon enough. Such a greedy girl!"

Pamela sneered and crinkled her nose at Kristanna, but then giggled once she made eye contact with me. I reached out with my right hand and cupped the side of Pamela's face, silently telling her how much I loved her, and how incredibly special and unique of a human being she was to me.

Indeed, this was the high life. I had been relaxing in my office here inside our mansion, with Kristanna and Pamela either kneeling or flat-out sitting upon the floor in front of me, each of them trading my cock back-and-forth between their mouths at random points as if it were a party favor. Then again, I told myself, it was a party favor to them.

"Is Trish feeling any better?" Pamela wondered.

"I think so," Kristanna purred, her head slowly rising and falling over my pulsing cock. "She was pretty down and out of it yesterday, but seems to be doing much better today. Must have been a case of the 24 hour flu?"

"Yeah..." Pamela frowned, now focusing her attention upon Kristanna, trailing a delicate hand over and across her neck and shoulders. She watched Kristanna continue to pay homage to my cock for several seconds, and then sighed contently.

"Do you want him back in your mouth for awhile, baby?"

"Actually, I want you to keep going," Pamela answered. "I really enjoy watching you and Jeremy together, Krissy. You and him are my two favorite people in the world, you know."

Kristanna glanced Pamela's way for a brief moment, then giggled in a nonchalant manner and shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself," Kristanna simply said, before returning her attention to my shaft.

"Oh, Scarlett called earlier," Pamela then announced in a coy tone. "She said her and Lindsay decided to stay out longer than expected today, and they will be home later this afternoon. Maybe around five o'clock, or thereabouts. Scarlett said they were going to catch a movie together."

"What movie are they going to see?"

"I don't know," Pamela told her wife, before tilting her head and focusing on me. "Doesn't Amy have her six month prenatal visit at the doctor Wednesday, Jeremy? She has an appointment at the hospital, right?"

"Yes," I responded, aroused, and short of breath.

"How are our two little rug-rats doing?" Kristanna inquired, motioning toward the pair of portable baby cribs in the corner of the office.

"Kaden and Piper are still napping," Pamela answered after doing a quick check on the two infant children.

Kristanna snickered playfully. "I think it's time that Jeremy gets me pregnant again." Pamela giggled as well at those words, while I let out a deep, needful groan.

"I think you better get in line, honey," Pamela declared at Kristanna, the octaves in her voice rising substantially. "You know how bad Trish and Lindsay want to get pregnant. Amy is six months along in her own pregnancy, and is going to give birth to Danielle Grace sooner rather than later." Pamela reached out and massaged my upper leg. "My God, we are going to wear poor Jeremy out eventually."

"That's the idea," Kristanna chuckled, her hypnotic blue eyes simply sparkling as she glanced up at me. Those eyes were lovely, and her face flawless and immaculate, but the most intoxicating sight of all was her pretty, pink lips stretched thin, contoured and shaped into a large 'O' around the bulging width of my cock. That, and her ravenous nature.

Kristanna withdrew me from her mouth, and nuzzled her nose across the rigid underside of my shaft. The simple, subtle move sent absolute shock waves throughout my body and soul. Yet, she turned toward Pamela one more time.

"Maybe Jeremy can you get pregnant again?"

Pamela frowned, then shook her head with a serious look of momentary discomfort upon her face. "Oh, I don't know," she fretted. "I'm afraid all the issues that I went through once Piper was born last year would only come back to haunt me again if I had another child." She was referring, of course, to her massive struggle with Postpartum Depression. "I was really out of my mind - like a different person - for a good four or five weeks before the medicine started to kick in."

"Oh, none of us would let you drop down to that point again," Kristanna assured her. "We would never allow it to happen. But I understand your fear, and totally respect it." She then pointed toward Pamela's stomach and mused, "You just looked so adorable with that big baby bump, though!"

"I didn't have any problems while I was pregnant," Pamela reminded her. "It was the moment when Piper was actually born that my world flipped upside-down. I ... I was not prepared."

Kristanna again made eye contact with me, then extended her long, velvety tongue, and gingerly swiped away at my testicles. "Doctors say that every woman goes through some form or another of Postpartum Depression after they give birth, whether it is a miniscule or a major episode."

"You didn't."

"Oh, I did," Kristanna corrected her.

"When?" Pamela shrilled, not believing her.

"There were moments when I was scared and felt overwhelmed, and had doubts," the 25-year-old admitted. "As I said, every woman goes through it - even if they do not realize it at first. You can ask any doctor. Ask Scarlett; she's a nurse at the childbirth center." Kristanna took one of my testicles into her wondrous mouth and began to nibble upon it. "I just don't want you to look back 20 years from now, Pamela, and feel regret that you didn't have a second child when the chance was still there for you. You're 32, and of a good and healthy age to have one more child ... if not even two more."

"I know," Pamela mewed, distraught. "I'm still just scared that what happened last year would happen again."

"It's okay, baby," Kristanna soothed, even reaching out and rubbing Pamela's kneecap as she sat on the floor beside her. Kristanna could see that Pamela was a bit upset, but clearly had something in mind that may change that. "Come on, Pammy. Don't be sad. Why don't you suck on Jeremy's cock for awhile again? I would love to watch YOU do it."

"Well, sucking Jeremy's cock has always seemed to cheer me up," Pamela offered, her right hand having already replaced Kristanna's at the base of my shaft. Kristanna trailed her tongue over and across my sensitive, aching testicles one final time, then scooted to the side and allowed Pamela to move in, and have total access. "And my name is NOT Pammy!"

Kristanna was laughing now. "Do you remember when Jeremy and I went to Maryland, Pammy, and convinced you to come back to the island with us? Back in December 2013, right? You and Jeremy were totally in love together, but there was that special, unique quirk - that tick, maybe. You and him were so scared and apprehensive when it came to having sex with each other." Kristanna giggled once more. "You two were so awkward around each other that first week! It was so cute!"

"Jeremy had the quirk," Pamela defended herself. "Not me. He was too busy trying to be a perfect gentleman; trying to convince the jaded stripper - me - that he was interested in me as an actual human being. I had serious trust issues at the time; I'd been burned way too many times in the past."

"He went so far trying to convince you that his intentions were good and pure," Kristanna grinned, "that he almost became scared to look at you in any sort of a sexual or physical manner. Yet, down-deep, Jeremy wanted you so badly. And when you finally did have sex, Jeremy bumbled and stumbled over himself so much, not wanting to upset you!" She patted me on the side and ended, "Ahh ... that's my Jeremy."

"Look at us now," Pamela chirped at her. "18 months later, Jeremy and I cannot keep our hands off of each other!"

Pamela began to tease the very tip of my cock with her exquisitely soft lips and tongue. She cupped my testicles with her left hand, while rhythmically pumping and frigging the base of my shaft with her right. Pamela then went down on me several times in succession with her mouth, only to quickly pull out and splay angel kisses across its pulsating head. The whole time, of course, Pamela never wavered, looking at me with those big, chocolate brown eyes of hers.

Pamela removed her right hand from my cock, then simply swallowed it whole. Still refusing to break eye contact, Pamela's lips and nose were stuffed hard upon my pubic bone as she made little gagging and choking noises that sent my senses spiraling out of control. I could feel myself deep in her throat; let me tell you, it was utterly amazing.

Pamela gasped and breathed deeply 30 seconds later, finally releasing my shaft and pulling it out of her mouth. I tossed my head back in my lounge chair and growled like a raving madman. How much more of this sweet torture could I take before my body just spontaneously combusted?

"That was pretty hot," Kristanna commented, dabbing a single strand of pre-cum from Pamela's cheek with a finger, and licking it dry. She turned Pamela's face toward hers, and the two ladies shared a slow-moving, deep kiss. Their tongues danced together, sliding over their lips. Kristanna wrapped her slender arms around Pamela's shoulders, pulling her close, then opened her mouth and sucked on her tongue. When it was over, they pulled back slightly and lovingly gazed into each others' eyes, and even bumped noses repeatedly.

Kristanna took my cock into her own right hand yet again, then smiled up at me as she began to squeeze and frig away. Pamela, meanwhile, descended over its length once more, inhaling it up to Kristanna's hand. Kristanna quickly got the idea and removed her hand, allowing Pamela to have free reign. Pamela began to violently bob her head up-and-down over my erection, her wondrous, hungry mouth using a vacuum technique that took me to the very edge of madness.

"I've always loved watching you suck cock," Kristanna cooed, the smile on her face enormous, as she rose up to her knees and moved behind Pamela. She then reached around her, and massaged those full, overflowing breasts through the blouse that Pamela wore with both hands.

Kristanna watched her wife continue to perform her own brand of spirited magic on my cock, then shifted her focus and gazed at me with hot, smoldering eyes. Taking things one step further, Kristanna suddenly stood up, and leaned full across Pamela's shoulder in order to offer me a deep, soul-touching type of kiss. Pamela, her head still bobbing away with reckless abandon, reached up with her right hand and harshly slapped Kristanna on her sweet, denim-clad ass.

Unable to sustain myself any further, I simply let go, and my cock erupted like a volcano within the warm, luscious confines of Pamela's mouth. I involuntarily thrusted my hips upward in the process, wanting to lose myself in her throat. My heart was thumping in my chest wildly, and my entire body was alive and pulsing with erotic electricity. Pamela kept her lips sealed tight, however, and guzzled down what was truly a massive load without any issue whatsoever.

In the aftermath, Pamela pulled my cock from her mouth, and popped her lips at me. "Hmmmmm ... that hit the spot!"

As if on cue, Kristanna was immediately back on the floor beside Pamela, and kissing her. Kristanna, of course, was a devilish fiend when it came to the taste of my semen. The Norwegian valkyrie could obviously never have enough of it, and was not one bit shy about extracting whatever she possibly could of it from a cummed-in mouth, or flooded pussy.

My heart was still pumping wildly in the aftermath of a blowjob that lasted more than an hour, where these two goddesses had traded me back and forth between them at least eight or nine times each. I eventually began to settle down, though, and felt incredibly mellow as a result.

"You two girls, and the others ... are going to be the death of me one day," I finally managed to get out, wiping my brow with a forearm, and breathing deeply.

Being her usual, playful self, Kristanna giggled and looked up at me. There was a heavy dollop of sperm on her chin. "At least you'll go out with a smile!"

"That is true..." I quickly conceded.

"Are Rande and Kristof coming over for dinner tonight?" Pamela asked, referring to Kristanna's mother and father who, of course, lived on the opposite end of this massively large and sprawling, 300-acre farm, in their own private home.

"They will be here at eight o'clock," Kristanna told her.

"Have any idea what Amy has in mind for dinner?"

"Salmon and gravlax, with sides of fettuccine primavera, and Kj√łttkaker med Brunsaus."

Pamela raised an eyebrow at her. "What's that?"

Kristanna giggled yet again. She loved to laugh. "That's the meatballs with bread crumbs, nutmeg, ginger, and all of the other tasty ingredients and spices that you love so much!"

"You could have just said meatballs, you know," I chided.

"But where's the fun in that?" Kristanna whined.

Pamela gave my deflated, limp shaft one final swipe with her tongue. "I love you, Jeremy," she swooned, those brown eyes glowing with absolute devotion. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, honey."

"And YOU!" Pamela exclaimed, again turning to look at Kristanna. "I love you too, silly girl!" They kissed again, but this time it slow and sensuous, and very languid. Now, my heart suddenly felt as if it was going to melt like hot butter.

Pamela then brought Kristanna to her and hugged her tenderly, saying, "I would do anything for you, Krissy. Just anything..."

"I love you," Kristanna responded in kind, again bumping noses with Pamela, "and I love everything about our life and family. I love you, I love Jeremy, I love my Devvy, Trish, Lindsay, Amy, Scarlett..." A single tear trickled down Kristanna's cheek as she purred, "Every day, I wake up and all of this feels like Heaven on Earth to me."

"And every day feels better and more happy than the one before it," Pamela added to the sincere thought.

Suddenly a bit emotional herself, Pamela again kissed Kristanna, but soon the two ladies were glancing up at me with watery eyes. Then, both of them slid upward and settled across my lap together, and proceeded to hug me in unison. I wrapped my arms around them as well, then closed my eyes and breathed deeply. I heard Pamela sniffle, as if she was experiencing tears of joy herself.

"You're wrong," I simply told them, after several seconds of otherwise silence. "This is better than Heaven."


Oh ... the past five months had been quite eventful for me. After nearly two years of living this dream of a life, however, at least I was getting used to the roller coaster ride now. Not a whole lot shocked or surprised me any more.

Five months ago, I was in the city of Cincinnati, Ohio, helping Trish and Lindsay prepare for their wedding that took place on December 23, 2014. Of course, our whole contingent was there to assist and revel in the ceremony as well - Kristanna, Devon, Pamela, Amy and Scarlett, and many other throngs of friends and family.

It was a memorable wedding, no doubt, and ranks as my personal favorite thus far (even higher than any of the six I had attended as the lucky groom-to-be). There is just something about remembering Trish and Lindsay up there on the podium, holding hands and exchanging their vows, that makes my insides glow like nothing else every time that I think about it. Those two ladies being together just seemed... right.

Five days later, our group was back home in Norway, and Lindsay married me in a small, private ceremony on the farm with just the girls, and Kristanna's parents in attendance. What I remember most about that particular wedding, aside from the blessed vows themselves, was that Lindsay's bridal gown was pure satin, and the color black. How often did a blushing bride-to-be choose to wear black?

"I'm going to wear white and be a good girl for Trish at my wedding with her," I recall Lindsay telling me earlier that month. "But at OUR wedding, Jeremy, I'm going to wear black, and be a BAD GIRL for you!"

"Bad girls get spanked," Kristanna then chimed in. Her words, as you may imagine, proved to be very prophetic...

The new year ushered in a new resolve, and I made good on my promise to Kristanna (my original and still, my most cherished wife of all) as I asked both Devon and Trish to marry me. The two ladies said yes through tears of joy, and I actually wed both of them at the same time on Friday, April 24, 2015, in a dual ceremony on our very secluded and private farm. What made the occasion even more spectacular was that Devon and Trish also married each other.

As was briefly mentioned earlier, Amy was not only six months pregnant, but she was also happier than I had ever seen her before. Amy was married (to not only me, but Kristanna, Pamela and Lindsay as well), and she felt, with a little daughter on the way, her life would soon be complete. After the long and troubling path she once traveled prior to meeting us, Amy had found peace as a loving wife, and looked forward to being the best mother she could possibly be. She was finally at ease with herself as a person. Amy was so relaxed now, and just ... so incredibly happy.

Pamela was experiencing a litany of problems over the Christmas holidays, and they stemmed from giving birth to our daughter, Piper. Pamela experienced a moderate bout of Postpartum Depression, and struggled with both her weight and self-image for several weeks after Piper was born.

As a group, we were able to convince Pamela to seek help from a psychiatrist, who prescribed medication that was able to stabilize and regulate her everyday emotions and mood. With the aid of Trish (who once worked as a physical fitness instructor), Pamela went on an exercise program and stuck to it, and the excess 25 or 30 pounds she had gained during her pregnancy were quickly burned away. Eventually, Pamela was taken off the medication for good, and she was back to normal.

Today, Pamela looks better than ever. She is back down to her desired weight of 120 pounds, and does not have even a tiny sliver of excess baggage on her frame. Best of all, Pamela is happy and content with herself, and her image. Pamela believes that she looks better now than she did ten years ago. Obviously, Pamela feels better spiritually and emotionally with all of the happiness surrounding her, and is at a better spot in her life right now than ever before.

What could I possibly say about Kristanna that has not been said already? No one was a better match for me than her - bar none. Kristanna was the kindest and most caring woman I had ever met throughout all my life. She was also incredibly selfless - always putting others (mostly me) and their desires and needs, their wants, ahead of her own.

Everything Kristanna tried to accomplish, it seemed, was with the goal of making someone else's life better. She was always in a happy-go-lucky mood and was just bursting with joy, and had a positive, infectious spirit. Kristanna loved cracking jokes and could be quite the comedian; even better, she was not afraid to poke fun at herself.

What I found the most personal joy and satisfaction out of as it pertained to Kristanna, however, was watching the interaction between her and our son, 10-month-old Kaden. Kristanna was an excellent mother, and loved Kaden more than life itself. Kaden was the star than shined brightest in her eyes. She would do anything for him. Amazingly, Kristanna was even more personable and cheery whenever she was with Kaden; a crying fit or a grumpy mood from the little guy, no matter how long or extreme it was, never seemed to faze her. She was a remarkable woman, and I felt blessed and honored to call her my wife, and true soul-mate in life.

Speaking of people who just exude eternal sunshine and happiness, how could I leave Trish out of the conversation? While Kristanna was outgoing and overly gregarious, Trish was just flat-out nice. She was a total doll whose big heart was overflowing with an endless amount of love and generosity for others. Lindsay, of course, was the epicenter of Trish's universe. It had been that way since the very first time they met each other back in June 2013.

Trish kept busy here at home on the farm; she and Lindsay anointed themselves as being in charge of the horses in the stables, as well as the rest of the barnyard animals strewn about. When we were actually home in Norway - and not vacationing elsewhere in the world visiting various family members - Trish and Lindsay would take the horses out every single day and ride them amongst the fields and trails. They would also feed the chickens, goats and pigs on a daily basis (but steered clear of the cows for odd reason).

As was mentioned earlier, Trish and I became husband and wife back on April 24. On that same day, I also wed Devon.

My marriage to Devon was long overdue. Kristanna had been wanting me to marry Devon basically ever since I first met nearly two years ago. Kristanna had always thought that Devon and I were a good couple. Kristanna's stake in this went much deeper, though; I was her favorite (and only) man, quite obviously, and Devon was, by far, her favorite woman. It seemed only natural that Kristanna wanted us to hook up. It was definitely a match made in Heaven.

Devon had access to my net worth of well over two billion dollars in American currency and, like the rest of us, lived in a palatial estate in a glitzy, upscale Norwegian community. The world was at her fingertips; Devon could have anything her little heart desired. All she had to do was speak up, and it would be hers. Yet, Devon had recently opted to go back to school, and had aspirations of one day becoming a nurse, and working the long and grueling hours that went along with it.

Devon claimed that she wanted to stay active work-wise, and had a vested interest in the idea of helping and assisting others in their time of need. It made sense; Devon was a very unique and thoughtful person. She took this cue from Scarlett, of course, who had spent the past three years working as a registered nurse in the childbirth center at the university hospital in downtown Oslo.

Scarlett was truly one of us now. At the beginning, it took her awhile to adjust to our special lifestyle and the way we did things. Scarlett was overly intrigued by the idea of a group relationship and its limitless dynamics, but felt her fair share of trepidation early on with actually being part of one. It took some time and there were a few bumps along the way, but Scarlett - whom we initially met the day Kaden was born, as she was Kristanna's primary childbirth nurse - had now fully embraced our lifestyle and was truly in it for the long haul. That became official, for all intents and purposes, once she accepted my marriage proposal in front of her parents on Easter Sunday. Our wedding was set for March 16, 2016.

Scarlett was symmetrically gifted, blessed with enticing, luscious curves that could literally stop a freight train. But the 30-year-old's beauty went so much further than just being skin-deep. The simplest way for me to describe Scarlett would be to say that she is the type of woman any normal guy would love to bring home to meet his mother. Scarlett was extremely friendly and warm-hearted; but also reserved and soft-spoken, almost shy to a fault.

And, of course, Scarlett was a nurse. How could anyone find fault with a nurse? The only reason Scarlett still held onto that job, considering the financial resources I had available for her if she so desired? "I want to help people. I want to make a difference in the lives of others." Devon was starting to take notice, and wanted in, too.

All things considered, I suppose I wasn't doing too bad in life, huh? Six beautiful wives and an equally charming fiancee to share my time and life with? Indeed, I was a very lucky man. I still often wonder ... why.


I was, in a word, enthralled, as I later relaxed in a lawn chair at poolside underneath the glassed-in portion of the grounds out front by our luxurious estate on this beautiful, sunny day, my eyes transfixed on the amazing sight in front of me. Pamela was in the pool, closely holding and cradling our six month old daughter, Piper, to her. For the past two or so weeks, Pamela had been giving Piper swimming lessons for about 20 to 30 minutes per day. My heart was full with love for Pamela, of course, and I felt such bursting pride for Piper because she was, for lack of a better term, an angel. Put these two together for me; it was pure magic.

Piper had enjoyed being around water since she was born - bath-time was always one of her favorites. She had taken to the pool quickly in the prior few weeks, and was clearly having a lot of fun and getting a fair amount of exercise at the same time. At only six months old, needless to say, Piper was unable to swim and/or stay afloat in the water on her own. Pamela continually held her close, encouraging her to tread her arms about and kick her legs, while dunking her head underwater for no more than a second at a time at random intervals. Piper was definitely engaged and happy.

Kaden, my 10 month old son with Kristanna, had become swimming buddies with Piper in recent times as well. He was in a cranky mood today, though, thus Kristanna opted to skip his pool session for the day and hopefully try tomorrow. She was inside the mansion with him right now.

Pamela had a huge smile on her face as she stood near the shallow end of the 94-foot, free-form pool, while Piper was full of nothing but glee and delight. I just sat there and watched with admiration as Pamela continually laughed and spoke to Piper, flailing and bouncing her about. Piper tried to keep her little arms hooked around Pamela's neck and, at one point, balled up a fist and actually socked her mother in the chin with it. That made both Pamela and I chuckle.

Pamela had her issues in the past after Piper was born - none of which she was at fault for, by the way - yet she was an excellent mother, and thought the absolute world of Piper. I could not be any more proud of her for it, either. Nor could I be any more proud of Kristanna for the way she was raising Kaden. Life was just too good to be true!

"Oh!" Pamela gushed at Piper, motioning toward me with an extended finger. "Who is that? Who is that over there?" Piper looked my way and brought a hand to her mouth, grinning. "Is that your Daddy? Oh yes, it is ... he's your Daddy!"

"Hi sweetie," I waved at Piper, and she waved back.

"Tell Daddy that you are swimming!" Pamela swooned at her. "Tell Daddy that you're learning to swim!"

Piper let out a joyous, happy squeal as Lindsay's all-too familiar convertible, a 2014 Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet, pulled up alongside the exterior of the humongous glass dome that surrounded the entire pool area, allowing it to be temperature-controlled and suitable for year-round use. Obviously, Lindsay and Scarlett were home from their day out and about, which included a trip to the movie theater.

Piper could barely contain herself; she just knew who that car - a present I got for Lindsay on her 19th birthday - belonged to, as the two ladies climbed out of it. Lindsay would drop whatever she was doing, no matter what it was, whenever she had the opportunity to take care of and be in charge of Piper and/or Kaden. She absolutely loved children. There was no doubt in my mind that one day - and I sincerely hoped it would be very soon - Lindsay would be an outstanding mother herself. She wanted me to get her pregnant. On the flipside, Piper simply adored Lindsay to no end.

Lindsay saw Piper in the pool and tossed her shopping bags on the ground, then came rushing through the side entrance toward her with both arms extended and weaving them about as if she was an airplane, only to crash and burn, by leaping into the pool and landing just in front of the little infant. Yes, Lindsay jumped into the pool - wearing her blouse, denim jeans, sneakers and all - for the sole purpose of getting a hysterical, giggling fit out of Piper.

"Hey you!" Lindsay chirped at her, smiling. "How's my Piper? You're so pretty! So pretty! How's my PIE-per? Pretty, pretty PIE-per! Can I have a hug?"

Easily understanding that request, Piper put both arms out at her sides, and Lindsay proceeded to give her a very long, drawn-out hug. Pamela stood there and smiled at their little exchange, then clasped Lindsay's wrist and squeezed lovingly.

Scarlett was smiling herself because of Lindsay and Piper, but she decided to come straight to me with two full shopping bags on her arms and then planted a kiss upon my cheek. "Good afternoon, lover," she greeted me.

Everything from Scarlett's smoky, sultry voice to her excessive cleavage could drive any normal man insane with passion and desire. A stunning Nordic beauty who oftentimes fluctuated between being a blonde and red-head (blonde now), Scarlett was the embodiment of the term sex symbol.

But the 30-year-old was much more just a pretty face (and fantastic body). Scarlett was full of intelligence and wit, and took great pride in her job as a labor and delivery nurse in the childbirth center at the university hospital in Oslo. It was there, of course, where we first met Scarlett; she was Kristanna's primary nurse and caregiver when Kaden was born on July 29, 2014.

Less than 10 months later, Scarlett was now an integral part of our daily lives and truly a member of the family. She had been living with us since the early part of the fall.

"Did you enjoy your day out?" I asked Scarlett, while in the background, Lindsay continued to coo and cavort with Piper. Pamela had joined in; it was a truly touching sight.

"I can't believe you jumped into the pool with all of your clothes on!" Pamela exclaimed at her.

"We had fun," Scarlett grinned at me. "Did some shopping, went out to lunch, caught a movie."

"What movie did you go see?"

"The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout!" Lindsay suddenly broke out into lyrical song, distracting us, as she dabbed two fingers at Piper's belly button and inched them about. "Down came the rain, and washed the spider out!"

Finding the scene too adorable to pass up or try and ignore, Scarlett sighed and took a seat on my knee. She grasped my hand and brought it to her lips for a kiss, then sighed again as she watched Pamela and Lindsay continue to play with and make Piper giggle in baby glee.


Ever since I was old enough, one of my favorite hobbies has been working on automobiles. I am certainly no expert in the field, but I do know my way around basic vehicle repair and upgrades. I am not quite sure why, but I always found the overall process of first diagnosing a vehicle problem, then being able to fix it myself, to be very rewarding.

The following morning, I decided that it was time that I finally give Pamela's car, a glitzy 2016 Lotus Elise, the 3,000 mile tune-up that it required. I had been putting the tune-up off for a couple of weeks and, despite her protests, I insisted that Pamela allow me to do it myself instead of taking her car to the dealership and letting them handle it professionally. I was adamant in handling the job myself, yet I kept putting it off. Sounds like a typical man, huh?

Since things were getting to the point where it was now or never, I went to the local automobile parts store early in the morning on this Tuesday and purchased all of the necessary pieces and tools to finish the task. Once arriving home, I buckled down and got to work on Pamela's treasured vehicle. Oh, she would be most happy with me later on.

In the maintenance garage just east of the mansion, I was pretty focused and intent on the upgrade job after more than an hour of doing it. Only a few, select things could have possibly broken my concentration at this moment in time.

"Aren't you ever gonna finish with that Elise?" came a familiar female voice from outside the garage. Of course, that particular voice easily broke my concentration.

I stopped in the middle of what I was doing, and peered around the raised hood of the car. There she was - Lindsay. Her long blonde hair tied up in a pony-tail, only Lindsay's face and head were visible as she mischievously peeked around the side of the building. God, she was beautiful! Her wavy hair was as yellow as fresh dandelion blossoms and when she smiled, which was most of the time, diamonds of light literally danced and sparkled in her blue eyes.

"I should be finished soon," was my reply. "Why, honey?"

Lindsay rolled those eyes in response, then flashed me that winning smile of hers. "Oh, I don't know. It's just ... I am feeling kind of ... fluttery, this morning."

"Fluttery?" I inquired, my eyebrows raised.

She smiled once again and nodded her head for emphasis. "Yeah, fluttery. Happy. Carefree. Fluttery, you know?"

I held back a laugh and answered, "Not really."

Lindsay giggled as she stepped out from behind the corner of the building, and into the garage itself. At that exact moment in time, my heart literally skipped a beat and I dropped the heavy, steel wrench on the ground beside me.

"Do you like my uniform?" Those sweet-sounding words brought me out of my temporary state of shock. A moment later, once I blinked and re-focused upon her, my jaw hit the ground. Lindsay was dressed up as a cheerleader...

The 20-year-old wore a long-sleeved white blouse with a green sweater-vest buttoned down her front over top of it. The sweater-vest was a tight fit, naturally, and showed off Lindsay's taut, nubile curves in an enticing manner. The vest also bore a high school name and emblem; this was a hold-over from Lindsay's days as a varsity cheerleader while attending high school back in the United States.

The skirt she wore was green-and-white, with knife-like pleats all around it. The skirt was made of a very light cotton, so it flipped and bounced about easily as Lindsay stepped closer to me. It was also very short and low-cut.

Underneath the little skirt, a pair of green cheerleader panties could barely be seen. From my vantage point, they looked purely intoxicating. Lindsay's outfit was topped off with green socks which were rolled down to her little, slender ankles, and a pair of white athletic sneakers.

"My God, Lindsay..." I moaned, my eyes wide in both lust and desire. "One of these days, sweetheart ... you're going to drive me insane. Absolutely insane! I swear it..."

Lindsay giggled as she stepped even closer toward me. "I don't like it that you're here, working on Pamela's car!" She stopped walking, then shrugged her shoulders and even offered a sexy pout. "You're not in the mansion - working on me."

"Should I be ... working on you?" I croaked, a full, hard erection having already formed within my trousers.

Again, Lindsay shrugged her shoulders, but this time in a simple manner. It was accompanied by an innocent expression upon her enchanting face. "I wish you were." She then shot me a grin and said, "We could play Stuff the Cheerleader." As I moaned out loud at those words, Lindsay playfully winked at me and concluded, "I'll be waiting for you in bed..."

Lindsay turned, but then looked back over her shoulder and blew me a kiss. The naughty vixen giggled at my reaction, then turned her head and began walking away. Lindsay decided to put a punctuation mark on things as she overly strutted while walking, her sweet, luscious ass swaying back-and-forth, her little cheerleader skirt also freely swishing about.

After she disappeared around the corner of the building, it took me one second to weigh my options. I looked into the vehicle's engine and realized there was still a whole lot more work to do. What if Pamela had plans of going somewhere today? Her car would not even turn on right now. If I were to abandon the tune-up right here and now, there was a good possibility that Pamela would become very angry with me.

But on the other hand, though, the image of Lindsay and her cheerleading uniform flashed throughout my mind. Fix the vehicle, or have sex with Lindsay? Hmmmmm...

I may be lots of things, but one thing I definitely am not is a fool. I quickly closed the Elise's hood and decided that I would just have to finish the tune-up job at a later time. Hopefully, Pamela had plans of taking it easy around the mansion today. She was not going anywhere in this car.

I then hurried over to the large sink, scrubbed and rinsed myself of all the automobile grease and grime, and was ready for some action. YES! Time to stuff that cheerleader!

While en route to the master bedroom that I shared with Lindsay (as well as six other lovely ladies, mind you), the best way for me to describe my walk is to say that it was brisk, and fast. I could have ran the whole way - in fact, I felt like doing just that - but did not want to be short of breath for when I reunited with Lindsay.

Why, you may ask? I was going to do things to Lindsay. Many, many things. One cannot expect me to be gentle and loving when they show up and flat-out proposition me in a cheerleader uniform. Oh, Lindsay was going to get it. I definitely needed to reserve all of my strength for her.


"Oh yes," came a female's voice as I opened the door to our luxurious bedroom. "Look at that! Little green panties. Cheerleader panties! So precious..." My eyes wide, Trish looked up at me and smiled. "Oh, hi Jeremy! It took you a bit longer to get here than we thought it would."

I was momentarily stunned by the sight of Trish, who was seated upon the edge of the bed with an extremely sexy and provocative outfit of her own on. Dressed in a very naughty version of a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, Trish had Lindsay sprawled out across her lap, and was caressing her upturned ass with an even palm. "Is this a sweet ass, or what?" She then brought her hand down sharply upon her bride's backside, slapping it and causing Lindsay to yelp wildly in response.

Trish opened her mouth and gasped, then offered a playful expression as she slowly peeled Lindsay's green panties from her hips. My young wife's body flinched with perhaps an equal mixture of apprehension and excitement as her adorable, little pussy came into full view.

"Oh ... will you look at that?" Trish asked, glancing at me as she ran a finger along Lindsay's puffy folds. "So this is what these naughty cheerleaders hide under their panties!"

"Dear God..." I moaned in response, realizing that Lindsay had set me up for a three-some involving her and Trish.

With a fresh-faced appeal and lush, cherry-red lips, Trish complimented her sizzling, little Catholic schoolgirl uniform by styling her long-flowing brown hair into a pair of bushy pig-tails. They were held in place by two pink ribbons. The 32-year-old also sported a pair of dark, thigh-high stockings on each firm, luscious leg, along with black patent shoes which neatly buckled into place.

Trish's schoolgirl skirt was more like a kilt. Its color black, the skirt was sinfully erotic and extremely low-cut. She also wore a black bra underneath an open, white blouse, which was knotted together at her midriff.

Trish could surely never be equaled aesthetically. Those voluptuous, athletic curves, that flawless, immaculate face, the stroke of a moist finger across a delicate chin...

"I think you need to be spanked!" Trish roared, turning her attention to Lindsay. "Cheerleaders shouldn't EVER wear panties! You should flaunt your little pussy for everyone to see!" She turned back toward me and asked, "What do you think, Jeremy? Should I spank her for hiding her pussy?"

"Oh yes..." I gasped in response. "GOD, YES!"

"You're hiding your pussy!" Lindsay protested, albeit with a playful grunt, as she reached for Trish's schoolgirl skirt and yanked at it. "Look, Jeremy," Lindsay said, trying to plead her case. "She's hiding her pussy, too!"

"You little tattle-tale!" Trish exclaimed, smacking her hand across Lindsay's ass. She groaned and yelped as Trish proceeded to land a series of stinging blows across her taut, yet tender backside, causing it to squirm and jiggle about.

"Spank me harder..." Lindsay soon begged, and then Trish got a hard, determined look upon her face.

My heart was now racing as Trish proceeded to pepper her lover's exquisite ass with swat after heavy swat, courtesy of her hand. Soon, Lindsay began to scream in response as her entire body rocked wildly about atop Trish's trusting lap. Her cheerleader uniform, with the lone exception of her little green panties, was still in place. Well, Lindsay's skirt was hiked well above her waist...

"Oh God..." she cried loudly, the skin upon her precious ass turning a bright shade of red before my very eyes. "We all know that you're the bad girl, Trish, and you're the one who needs to be spanked! Not MEEEEE!..."

"Take that, you tease!" Trish taunted, as she continued to slap her hand upon Lindsay's upturned ass. After several more blows, Trish finally relented as her breathing became rather labored. She had a glazed-over look in her eyes.

"I think Lindsay deserved that," Trish grinned, sighing deeply. "Don't you think she deserved that, Jeremy?" Trish paused for a moment, then looked down at Lindsay and cooed, "What about you, sweetheart? Did you deserve to be spanked?"

"Yes..." came her answer. "I ... I deserved it."

"Of course you deserved it," Trish said, grabbing Lindsay by the pony-tail and gently pulling her into a seated position. The 20-year-old shuffled around for a bit, and then found herself seated upon Trish's comfortable lap.

"Awww ... does that sweet, little ass hurt?" she squealed, before turning Lindsay's face toward hers and offering the princess a soft, gentle kiss. I groaned at the mere sight of their lips and tongues dueling together. Gentle, lustful moans could be heard as the two ladies continued kissing. Not only was Lindsay my wife, but so was Trish...

"You need to be spanked much more than I do, Trish!" Lindsay insisted with a pout, reaching back and massaging her aching backside with an open palm once their exchange of lips and tongues subsided. "You've always been the bad one!"

Trish clearly took exception to those words, giggling and shaking her head in tandem. She offered her young counterpart another open-handed swat and proclaimed at me, "Lindsay was the typical cheerleader while she was growing up and still in high school, Jeremy. She was a major, major tease. I mean, a really MAJOR tease. You have no idea, really. But like most cheerleaders, Lindsay never put out." Lindsay screeched as she received yet another heavy-handed blast...

"How often did you PUT OUT, baby, before meeting Jeremy and the rest of us on the island?" Trish asked her. "Never, right? You've always loved being a cheerleader. But did you ever do anything more than just tease?"

"No," Lindsay replied, which drew another unrelenting swat upon her ass. "I ... I was a virgin before the island, and meeting you and Jeremy. You know that, Trish."

Trish smirked at her. "I remember you once told me that you used to wear your cheerleader uniform to school every single chance you could. Your father was always against the idea, you told me, but your mother let you do it because she felt it was your way of acting out and seeming pretty." Trish giggled and added, "Little did your mom know that it was your own secret way of trying to act like a tease."

"IT WAS NOT!"

"How long were you a cheerleader again, Lindsay? How many years was it?"

"Six," she responded. "Two years in junior high, and then four in high school."

"You never had sex with anyone all those years," Trish surmised, "yet you were relentless when it came to teasing. Am I right, Lindsay? Come on, be honest with Jeremy here. You wouldn't want to lie to him now, would you? You LOVED to walk around school and have all those eyes on you."

"Yes," she answered. "I ... I loved wearing my uniform to school and having everyone look at me ... like Jeremy did, earlier when he was working on the car."

Trish giggled. "Probably had visions in your dirty, little mind of taking on the entire football team at once. Maybe offer yourself to them in reward for a big win?"

"Trish!" Lindsay gasped, before looking up at me and shaking her head quite vehemently. "That's not true! I was NOT that type of girl!" Lindsay seemed frantic and upset at her wife for a moment, but then her expression softened and she smiled warmly at me. "Trish and I figured you would have a lot more fun, Jeremy, being with us than working on Pamela's car."

Trish reached down and, with Lindsay still sprawled about her lap, lovingly hugged her with both arms. "Lindsay and I will definitely have more fun with you here, Jeremy."

Their verbal exchange about Lindsay and her so-called desires as a high school cheerleader was nothing more than a game of show for me. I was used to it by now; all of the ladies were usually looking to get a reaction out of me with things they said. Still, I always felt blessed and excited regardless. I would never grow tired of their efforts.

"Look, Trish," Lindsay grinned, motioning toward my jeans - or more specifically, the bulge protruding outward from them. "He's hard already! Why don't you suck him off for a bit?"

Trish's eyes drifted downward, and then the seductress licked her lips at the sight of the throbbing lump within my trousers. She made eye contact with me once again, then offered her most shy, innocent smile. "Is that for me?"

I reached down and rubbed the bulge with my left hand. My cock felt really uncomfortable within the unforgiving confines of my jeans. It needed to be set free...

"Yes baby ... this is for you," I answered, now squeezing the bulge with my left hand. "Why don't you come over here like a good, little schoolgirl, and show me just how much you have learned in that Cocksucking 101 class you're in?"

"That sounds incredibly naughty," Trish snickered. "A good, little schoolgirl? Cocksucking 101?" Lindsay rolled off of Trish's lap and settled onto the bed as the vivacious 32-year-old, who easily looked ten years younger, then sashayed her way over to me. Trish momentarily turned her back and glanced across her shoulder my way, lifting the hem of her ruffled skirt and giving me a clear view of her black panties underneath.

Trish then smoothed her skirt back down and into place, and giggled once more. "Lindsay said you absolutely love flashy, little skirts, and the panties that go with them." Trish turned toward me and shook her head. "I feel like a little tease! I feel even more exposed in this outfit than I do when I am totally naked - if you can believe that."

"You can take it off if you prefer..." I gulped. Please, I said to myself. I really did not want her to take it off. But I had to be an agreeable gentleman about it...

"Oh no, leave it on," Lindsay advised her. "Jeremy wants that uniform on you at all times, Trish. He doesn't want you to take a thing off - trust me. He is going to want to fuck you in your schoolgirl uniform, too. Am I right, Jeremy?"

"Yes honey, you are..." I nodded emphatically.

Smiling and full of happiness, Trish dutifully dropped to her knees. She leaned forward ever-so-slightly and placed both hands upon the carpeted floor. Her brown eyes glowing, Trish looked up at me with an expression full of adoration. Oh my, she was so incredibly gorgeous ... so perfect.

That modelesque face. The brown pig-tails with the pink ribbons. An incredibly wicked Catholic schoolgirl uniform which featured an open blouse and a teeny-tiny skirt. A very submissive posture to boot. Yes, it was official. Trish was the schoolgirl of my wildest dreams now.

"Well ... are you gonna take it out?" Trish giggled, motioning toward the aching lump in my jeans with her eyes.

I suddenly got a new idea in mind.

Wanting to luxuriate in the taste of her mouth before she went into one of her patented oral frenzies, I reached down with both hands and gently pulled Trish to her feet. She offered me a quizzical look for a moment, but that quickly faded away once I pressed my lips to hers for a kiss.

I curled both arms around Trish's ripe, perfect body, then slid my hands downward and sneaked them underneath the hemline of her little skirt. I squeezed and caressed her lush, tight ass through the fabric of those black panties. Trish hooked her right leg around my waist and just seemed to melt in my arms as our tongues dueled between our pressed mouths. This young woman was a true, Heaven-sent angel.

Meanwhile, Lindsay had a dreamy, far-reaching smile across her own face as she reclined on her side upon the bed and openly masturbated with a hand tucked between her lithe, slender thighs. I temporarily felt light-headed at the mere sight of my youngest wife watching Trish and I make out.

When Trish forged her hand between our bodies and found that aforementioned bulge in my trousers, I let out a hoarse moan. Soon, I reached upward and squeezed her breasts, which were large and jutting toward me, with both hands. I even slipped my hands into the open portion of her white blouse and then caressed their exquisite firmness through the black bra she was wearing.

By now, our kiss had reached truly epic proportions. Trish was trying to jam her tongue right down my throat. Of course, I was reciprocating her effort with an equal one of my very own. She also had her right hand stuffed deep inside of my trousers, and was busily frigging and pumping my erection like there was no tomorrow.

Once our kiss was broken, I took a step back and glared at Trish with pure lust in my eyes. "Get on your knees and suck my cock," I told her, my voice strict and firm. For an instant, I was stunned that I would use such a tone with Trish. I had just spoken to her like she was Amy or, to a lesser extent, Lindsay - like she was a submissive.

Nevertheless, Trish dutifully dropped to her knees and ripped my jeans and briefs downward in one quick motion. She grasped my swollen cock with both hands and immediately began stroking away at it. The saucy vixen somehow managed to get my cock even harder than it was before.

Eventually, however, Trish pursed her lips together and took the head of my shaft into her mouth. Those brown eyes of hers made contact with mine as she flicked her tongue over and across my cock within the confines of her mouth. She removed her left hand from my erection, but kept her right on its base and continued frigging as her head then began to bob back-and-forth in a heated, frenzied motion.

Although an extreme amount of erotic pleasure was swirling throughout my body as Trish serviced my cock upon her knees (where this pretty diva belonged, mind you), I still kept an eye on Lindsay. Her face now flushed, Lindsay was groaning as she continued to watch us and masturbate at the same time. I knew for a fact that Lindsay always seemed to get off on the sight of another woman giving me pleasure. Those feelings seemed to multiply, though, when that woman was Trish...

Trish snickered as I reached down with both hands and latched onto her girlish pig-tails. I extended them outward and treated them like handlebars as the sizzling enchantress continued forth with her oral assault. I felt so perverted!

When I let out a loud, animalistic moan, Trish must have sensed that I was very close to the edge of orgasmic release. With a sweet smile, she tightened her lips around my cock and offered me her most innocent expression. That was it...

"OHHHHH, GOD YES!" I roared out, as a heavy flow of thick sperm pulsed from my cock right into Trish's perfect mouth. Unable to swallow the full explosion at once, Trish whipped my shaft out of her mouth and aimed it at her face. She was rewarded it with a cum-shot right between the eyes.

Streamers of gooey sperm dangled from the corner of her mouth, but she quickly gathered them with her left hand while still stroking my cock with her right. She placed her left hand upon her mouth and wiped it, leaving a thick coating of semen there. It gave her the look of a nasty schoolgirl...

Trish roughly squeezed my cock with her hand, forcing the last drops of my release to ooze out from within its tip. With a far-away expression upon her face, Trish slid the head of my shaft across her cheek. The move left a thick blotch of sperm there, which was obviously what she wanted.

"Let me look at you," I groaned, latching onto Trish's shoulders and gently pulling her to her feet. I took a step back and again admired the sight of Trish in the Catholic schoolgirl uniform. It definitely had a naughty aura to it - her white blouse was completely unbuttoned and knotted at her bare midriff, displaying the black bra that she wore underneath. She also had black panties on beneath her skirt.

"Are you a naughty schoolgirl?" I teased her, grinning. "It's not all that often that schoolgirls wear black bras and panties underneath their uniform. Supposed to be white."

"Oh yeah ... I'm DEFINITELY a naughty schoolgirl," Trish giggled, nodding her head. "A VERY naughty schoolgirl."

"You even have cum all over your face and mouth..."

Trish laughed again. "My smile is brightest when there is cum on my face." She wiped some of the excess off with her fingertips, then sucked them dry. "Hmmmmm ... yummy!"

"Those black, thigh-high stockings you have on make you look even more naughty," I observed, simply role-playing with her as she did earlier with Lindsay. "You're a bad girl, Trish. A very bad girl." I smiled at her. "Do you know what happens to bad girls?"

"They get spanked?" Trish squealed.

I laughed at her impish tone of voice. "Normally, yes. But I want something more right now. Something better." I folded my arms, the look upon my face much more serious. "Take your panties off ... but leave your skirt on."

"He's going to give you a hard fucking!" Lindsay chirped.

"But I thought you wanted me to leave my pan..."

"TAKE your panties off," I demanded, my eyes piercing.

Trish nodded her head in a timid manner, then reached underneath her loose-fitting black skirt and let her panties fall harmlessly to the carpeted floor. She stepped out of the garment and kicked it elsewhere, then turned her focus squarely upon me. "What now, Jeremy?"

"Lay down on the bed and show me your pussy."

"Lay down next to me, Trish!" Lindsay suggested, even extending both arms outward toward her as an invitation.

The twinkle in Trish's eyes returned as she giggled and fell backward onto the comfortable mattress. On her back, the lovely brunette lifted the hem of her skirt and spread her succulent thighs far apart - giving me a classic, bird's eye view of what I wanted to see most. Lindsay quickly embraced Trish with both arms and began to greedily lick and slurp away whatever sperm was left upon her face with her tongue.

That little display of affection between them was all I needed to receive what best could be described as a hot, electric surge of energy upon my shaft. My cock sprang back to life and was fully erect in no time flat.

Lindsay still looked fantastic in that little uniform she had on. The white blouse with the green sweater-vest over it, along with a swishy, little green-and-white skirt which was now bunched up around her abdomen. Her green panties were long gone, but the matching socks and shoes were still upon her feet. Lindsay was the cheerleader of my dreams!

I began to wonder just how many uniforms and costumes Lindsay had in her arsenal. I lost track of how many times she had dressed up in various costumes and role-played for me in the past. Obviously, Lindsay was well aware of how much I enjoyed it, and she was very eager to please me. Fortunately, Trish finally decided to join the parade by dressing up just like Lindsay, and others such as Kristanna, Devon, Pamela and Amy had done for me in the past.

I growled in sheer, total arousal as I quickly mounted Trish in the missionary position, while hooking her legs over my shoulders in the process. Now twiddling her beautiful, shaven pussy with a pair of extended fingers, Trish moaned and glared up at me with a lustful expression of her own as Lindsay continued to serenade her face with kiss after kiss.

God, I said to myself. This seemed criminal - Trish had the aura of a high school girl with that uniform on! And Lindsay was no different, with her cheerleader outfit!

"Give it to me!" Trish literally begged, being bold. "Fuck my pussy with your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me NOW!"

I latched onto one of Trish's luscious breasts through her open blouse and bra with my left hand, then fisted my cock with my right and forged my way into her tight pussy. I growled at first, adjusting to the incredible feeling of spearing a pussy so small and tight. Trish, meanwhile, moaned in utter passion and stared up at me with wide eyes. She was enjoying this almost as much as I was...

"Fuck her, Jeremy!" Lindsay insisted. "Fuck her hard!"

Trish suddenly squawked and roared out in arousal as I began to thrust myself in-and-out of her. Already, I was pounding her as hard as possible, my testicles slapping cruelly against her upturned ass with each and every forward stroke. There was no way that I could go slow with Trish. Not here - and not now. Not with the way she and our charming wife were both dressed...

Trish looked so gorgeous as she thrashed her face from side-to-side beneath me, a series of hot moans and screams emanating from deep within her throat. Her pig-tails were splayed out on either side of the mattress as her whole body squirmed and writhed about in the powerful sensations. The schoolgirl uniform only doubled our shared intensity.

My left hand still clutching one of her breasts, I held onto her hip with my right and continued to feverishly pump myself in-and-out of her at a blinding rate of speed. The pleasure for Trish was evident right now. She clenched her eyes and kept them shut as I dropped the hammer on her.

"Pull out of me when you're gonna cum!" Trish boomed as I pounded her. "PULL OUT OF ME WHEN YOU'RE GONNA CUM!"

Sensing that could happen at any given moment, I granted Trish's request and stood up from the bed. Grasping my cock, I busily frigged it and aimed for the open portion of her white blouse. Trish, though, had different ideas.

She sprung off the mattress with cat-like quickness and pushed me down onto it. Landing on my back, I gulped my throat and looked on with nothing but lust as Trish then sat down upon her knees on the bed and leaned completely over. She wanted to taste and swallow my eruption yet again!

"Quit hogging his cock for yourself!" Lindsay complained, even shoving Trish to the side. Of course, it was done in a very safe, playful manner. "He's my husband too, Trish ... you know! I get to swallow his cum this time."

"HEY!" Trish whined, as Lindsay quickly wrapped her lips around my shaft and literally swallowed it whole in one swift, easy motion. I rolled over myself, pinning Lindsay beneath me, and quickly pulled my cock out of her mouth.

With her face now turned upward at me, Lindsay was blasted with one massive wave of sperm after another. My thick and creamy goodness was raining down on the wicked cheerleader as Trish sat idly by with a massive pout. Trish seemed to be quite angry and fuming, but I knew she was just playing...

Lindsay was unable to keep her eyes open with the deluge, but she amazingly had the presence of mind to continue smiling with her lips parted and tongue extended as I splattered my sperm all over her sweet, impeccable face. My entire world was spinning wildly and out of control; I was quite dizzy and short of breath - and satisfied beyond all belief.

Once the flow had finally stopped, Lindsay managed to open her eyes once more, stretching nasty strings of semen between her eyelids. Thick wads of cum were draped across her happy lips and her healthy, pearly-white teeth.

Lindsay simply continued smiling joyfully up at me. She opened her mouth wider, letting some sperm on her teeth slide down into her hungry mouth. Then she used her tongue to lap up the rest of the juice on her teeth and lips, swallowing it without a moment's hesitation.

Trish's gaze was narrow and strict as she eyed her lover, but that quickly changed once Lindsay looked over at her and extended both arms as an open invitation. Trish immediately went to Lindsay and began to lick and vacuum up any excess sperm left on her face and forehead with her lips and tongue.

"That was MY cock," Trish chided her, "and you STOLE it!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"DID NOI!"

"DID TOO!"

"Oh God, I love you both!" I moaned, my emotions getting the best of me due to their little, fun-spirited verbal spat. I hugged Trish from behind and pulled her to my chest, and kissed her shoulder. "I love you both so much..."

"We love you too, Jeremy," Lindsay beamed, now looking past her wife and focusing on me. "We all love you - me, Trish, Krissy, Devon, Pamela, Trish, Amy, Scarlett. All seven of us love you more than you'll ever know!"

"And I love you," Trish cooed, re-gaining Lindsay's attention, before offering her a deep, open-mouthed kiss. I simply looked on in pure amazement as these two precious darlings kissed each other for well over a minute - little, muffled sounds of excitement and lust coming from them.

What could possibly be better than being with my naughty, cheerleader vixen of a wife, and our Catholic schoolgirl bride with the bushy, brown pig-tails at the same time?...

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