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I could kick myself for not remembering this myself, but Trish's
birthday snuck up on me out of nowhere.
Just a few days after I received that scathing e-mail from Cassidy
(which was now the furthest thing from my mind), Lindsay approached
me and told me Trish had turned 26 today. I knew it was her birthday
somewhere within the far reaches of my mind, but at the same time,
I had completely forgotten about it. Fortunately, Trish was not
upset with me.
No one can blame me for forgetting, because Trish had just returned
to the island a week ago. I had not taken the time to sit down
at my computer terminal and refresh my memory concerning her personality
profile and vital stats. Still, I was pretty angry with myself.
I'm usually very good with birthdays, but this time I had really
screwed up.
It had been customary for me to bring a big group of guys to the
island when one of my ladies had a birthday. I did it for Amy
and Torrie in the summer-time, as well as Lindsay when she turned
19 nearly two weeks ago.
However, given the fact that Trish's birthday was TODAY - I had
no chance to get the group of guys together on such short notice.
That was okay with the girls (which was rather surprising), because
they planned to celebrate the Canadian's birthday with a gang-bang
of their own.
They were going to gang-bang ME.
Louisa (the housekeeper) took the liberty upon herself to prepare
a scrumptious birthday cake for Trish, as well as the food of
her choosing. The celebration would take place over dinner tonight,
at the standard time of 7:00pm.
No birthday could go by without a present, of course, so I dug
into my Christmas grab-bag and came up with a 56.48ct diamond
necklace for Trish. It was rather expensive at the tune of $117,500
retail, though I got it for $35,000 at a liquidated price. However,
finances were not a concern when one of my precious angels were
involved. I simply wanted Trish to enjoy the necklace, and wear
it proudly.
* * *
Sometime that afternoon, I was making my way through the mansion
when I noticed that Devon was seated outside on the front swing,
rocking back-and-forth in a rather languid motion. I stopped and
peered through the window blinds, and noticed that she was alone,
too. Devon also had a depressed look on her face as she munched
on a small tub of ice cream. What was wrong with her? I had to
find out...
I strolled outside and when Devon looked at me with her glum eyes,
I offered her a friendly smile in return. "Hi there,"
was my greeting. "Care for some company?"
"Not at all," Devon responded, pointing to the spot
next to her on the swing. She continued spooning the ice cream
into her mouth and offered, "Take a seat."
I did just that, and then helped her in making the swing rock
back-and-forth in a peaceful, slow motion. I smiled at Devon again
and said, "Why do you look so unhappy, dear?"
"I don't know," she returned. "It's just... Christmas
is one week from now. I told you about all the problems I've had
with my family, ever since that incident in high school where
I was caught having sex with my boyfriend in the auditorium. My
family, six or seven years later, still has never forgiven me
for that one mistake."
"Do you always feel bad when you think about your family?"
I asked her, as she continued downing the ice cream.
"It's not just that," Devon told me. "It's Christmas.
Now is the time of year for families to be together, and happy.
They should put whatever problems they have behind them, and celebrate
the season together."
"I don't quite follow you, sweetheart," I said to her.
"Are you saying that you rather be in Pennsylvania right
now, instead of here? I thought you liked the island..."
"I'm saying the opposite," she replied, which confused
me even more. "I was just thinking to myself that I may be
better off here - on the island - during Christmas." My eyes
went wide at those words. "I can fly home for the holidays
if I want, but I'm not quite sure there would be a home waiting
for me. That's why I'm depressed."
"You are MORE than welcome to spend the holiday week on the
island with me and Pamela," I told her, my eyes still wide.
"We would LOVE to have the company, since everyone else is
returning home for the week to be with their own families."
I paused and added, "Well... everyone except for Amy. She's
using the time to make a new porno movie."
"Pamela is nice and all, but I don't want her to think I'd
be intruding on your Christmas time with her," Devon said,
to which I immediately shook my head. "I mean, I know how
you and her planned on being alone."
"Pamela and planned on being alone because we thought we
would be alone," I told her, still shaking my head. "As
I said, we would LOVE to have the company."
"I don't know yet," Devon told me. "I don't know.
I need some more time to think about it. My parents may still
be angry at me after all these years, mainly because the local
press got involved and humiliated our family. But me? I still
love them. They're my parents." Devon almost choked as she
continued, "I've never missed a Christmas with them."
Sensing her pain and anguish, I placed an arm around the blonde's
shoulder and offered her a pick-me-up smile. I watched for a moment
as she continued to guzzle down the ice cream, then shook my head
at her. "What are you, dear? 100 pounds... at the max? That's
a lot of ice cream."
"Oh," Devon returned with a slight giggle, placing the
spoon into the tub and setting it down. "I... I've always
eaten a lot of ice cream whenever I feel bad."
I smiled at her again. "Whatever you decide, Devon - it is
up to you. If you rather just stay on the island, I can assure
you that Pamela would welcome you with open arms. Her and I were
just talking the other night that it's going to be lonely for
us over Christmas week, because we're so used to having others
around. Even Lindsay will be leaving, and she's been with us since
June."
"Sometimes I think or say that I never want to step foot
in Pennsylvania again," the 24-year-old mused. "I don't
really mean that. I don't want to live there again, but I think
it would be okay to visit every now and then - no matter how much
of an outcast I am treated like."
"It's up to you, Devon," I reiterated, tracing my fingers
through her long-flowing, immaculate blonde hair. "Whatever
you decide, I will support you - whether you go home for the holidays,
or spend them here on the island."
"This whole island is like a big family," Devon observed.
"Especially with the hold-overs from the summer. You and
Pamela, Lindsay... Torrie and Trish. You all seem like a big,
happy family. Stephanie and I are the outsiders, and we're trying
to break into the family."
"What about Amy, dear?" I asked. "You forgot about
her."
"No, I didn't," Devon grinned. "Amy is like the
rebel of
the family. She's the bad apple, but in a good way... if you know
what I mean."
I smiled and returned, "I think I know what you mean."
I paused and added, "As for us being a family, both Lindsay
and Pamela are like wives to me. Pamela is my real wife, of course,
but I like to think of Lindsay that way, too. Pamela even looks
at it as if her and Lindsay are married, too.
"And the others? I've been up and down the road a lot with
Torrie, Trish and Amy. For us to spend as much time together as
we have, it's only natural for us to become so ultra-close. We
are a family."
"I want in," Devon told me. "I want to be part
of the family, too."
I smiled at her and proclaimed, "You already are."
* * *
Ever since my deep-rooted discussion with her several days ago
- concerning her stance on my marriage with Pamela and the subsequent
in-depth look she provided me of her home life - I no longer looked
at Devon as a pure sex object.
She had given me such great insight into her mind and personality,
and now I thought of her as an incredibly sweet and charming young
woman. Devon was so friendly and docile, and didn't have a mean
bone in her entire body.
Devon was still a lust bunny - no doubt - but I could look at
her as a person now, too. She had problems and wanted to get over
them (like the rest of us). But at the same time, I thought Devon
was too good of a person to be dealing with those sort of things.
Why wasn't she on better terms with her family? Why did every
man she had ever known (besides me, of course) treat her like
garbage? Why couldn't she flash that smile of hers 24 hours a
day? It could lighten up even the darkest room...
I have often talked about how sweet and charming Lindsay is. In
fact, I have spent this entire story stressing it. However, I
was starting to realize that Devon was just as sweet and just
as charming as Lindsay was.
Amy said a few weeks back that Devon and Lindsay looked alike,
with one minor (major) difference - their bra size. Lindsay was
petite and small-chested, while Devon was petite too - but large-chested.
Their faces were very similar, both ladies were blonde with sparkling
eyes - and now as I was learning, their personalities were comparable,
too.
Was Devon an older, more busty version of Lindsay?
It sure did seem that way. I had long been obsessed with Lindsay
from the very first moment I saw her in person. She was such a
little sweetheart, and had the most charming, friendly smile I
had ever seen.
I had been obsessed with Devon from the first time I saw her,
too. Was my physical attraction for her rooted in the fact that
she was an older, more busty version of Lindsay? That was what
she looked like, at least.
As I was in the process of learning, too, they were also very
much alike in terms of personality and demeanor. The only difference
(a minor one at that) was that Devon did not have Lindsay's quirky,
out-there sense of humor. That was okay, though - I didn't want
two exact clones on the island.
Then again, maybe I did.
Wouldn't it be nice to have a whole group of Lindsays in
your life? The thought made me shudder with pure arousal...
* * *
It may have been Trish's 26th birthday, but I seemed to be the
guest of honor after dinner had finally concluded that particular
evening. The Canadian had just received her rather expensive gift
- the 56.48ct diamond necklace - and she was currently in the
process of thanking me.
On her knees, noless.
The other ladies were still seated at the dinner table, giggling
together, as they watched Trish service my cock with her hands
and mouth. I was standing off to the side with my trousers pulled
down, with the blonde and shapely Trish on her knees in front
of me. She grasped the base of my cock with her right hand and
frigged it there, while her head continued to bob up-and-down
over its pulsing length.
Best of all, Trish was already wearing that necklace. I was so
happy that she already seemed to love it.
I tossed my head back and sighed in response to the many sensations
which were currently swirling throughout me. I had not spent as
much time over the months with Trish as I have Pamela and Lindsay,
or even Amy and Torrie. Still, however, I thought the 26-year-old
had a wonderfully skilled mouth when it came to sucking cock.
I wanted her to provide me with this sort of treatment from now
on...
When Trish let out a moan of her own, I knew she was becoming
excited. I looked down and watched as the busty vixen rubbed her
breasts through the top she wore with her free hand, as the speed
of her head-bobs rapidly increased. Soon, Trish had the entire
length of my cock embedded in her mouth, and was sucking on it
like a powerful, fierce vacuum.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Amy get up and begin to
make a motion toward us. Apparently, she couldn't watch this much
sexual play without getting some herself. However, Pamela reached
up and grabbed her arm before she could get very far. "Let
Trish have her time with him," my wife said to Amy, who made
a face before sitting back down.
I had to suppress a laugh - thinking to myself how much of an
insatiable slut Amy was. She wasn't used to being relegated to
watching sex, without getting her fair share.
An instant later, however, I looked down at Trish and focused
all of my energy and attention upon her. I could really become
addicted to this...
The Canadian's head continued to bob up-and-down over my erection,
her lips and mouth slurping away at it hungrily. I reached down
with my hands and ran both through her long, silky-smooth blonde
hair, and luxuriated in the sounds of her soft moans and girlish
giggles. Trish was now playing with my testicles, twirling and
sliding their delicate flesh between her long, supple fingers.
It wasn't too long before the intense feelings and desire within
me had reached their ultimate apex. I let out a hard moan, followed
by me placing both hands upon Trish's head and grabbing it tightly.
Then, all of a sudden, I was growling like a wild animal as thick,
heavy spurts of cum were shooting outward from my cock - and into
Trish's mouth.
Perched upon her knees in front of me, the 26-year-old placed
both hands upon my hips and kept her lips securely sealed around
my shaft. My world was going quickly hazy. and very disoriented
as the final remnants of my blast were pumped into the enchantress'
wonderful mouth.
Trish managed to swallow every last ounce of my load, and obviously
quenched her thirst (for now) in the process.
Needing a taste herself, Lindsay got up from the dinner table
and immediately darted over to Trish. An instant later, the 19-year-old
was on her knees in front of Trish, and the two lovers were engaged
in a sloppy, cum-filled kiss. Lindsay loved the taste of sperm
- no doubt - and she would literally do anything for a shot at
it.
Holding my deflated cock, I took a step back and then smiled at
what I saw happening at the dinner table before me. Pamela and
Amy were gazing at each other with absolute lust in their eyes
and then, they were sharing a rather heated, intense kiss. A similar
occurrence was taking place between Torrie and Devon, too. Devon
had taken a seat in Torrie's lap, and the two ladies were fondling
each other as their traded their tongues over an open-mouthed
exchange.
Of the girls, that left Stephanie - who suddenly appeared in front
of me with a big, luscious smile upon her charming face. "It's
my turn to be with you, Jeremy," she said in a charming tone.
The shapely brunette grasped ahold of my cock and began to stroke
it for me, before pressing her lips to mine for a rather spiritual
kiss of our own.
I reached around Stephanie's body with both hands, and latched
them hard upon her denim-clad ass. Glancing around the room for
a quick moment, I noticed that clothing was literally flying in
all directions. The girls were ripping at each other, wanting
to dispose of any and all clothes.
I joined the parade myself, unbuttoning Stephanie's denim shorts
and wiggling them down her shapely hips and thighs. My next move
was to whisk her G-string off as well, and then she stood before
me wearing only a flirtatious, half t-shirt.
Not for long, however.
Stephanie broke our mutual kiss long enough for me to lift her
top up, and over her head. Seconds later we were kissing yet again,
and then my hands found and squeezed Stephanie's bare, luscious
breasts with great abandon.
Elsewhere, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Pamela was
standing above Amy, who was on her knees with her face buried
between my wife's spread thighs. The two ladies were writhing
together in arousal, while Devon was browsing through Torrie's
infamous "bag-of-toys". Torrie, meanwhile, was shedding
the remainder of her own clothing.
Lindsay and Trish were cuddling close, still sharing a heated
and rather deep-rooted kiss. I decided to focus on Stephanie once
more, and literally jammed my tongue down her velvety throat as
our own kiss intensified in nature.
A moment later, Stephanie was on her knees in front of me, her
right hand busy pumping and frigging my half-hard cock toward
another full erection. I reached down and held her head with my
hands, all the while moaning and sighing out in sheer, absolute
pleasure.
I took a deep breath in response to the sensations, and then watched
as Torrie hooked one of her massive strap-on dildos around her
waist. Devon was seated on the floor in front of her, with an
expectant smile upon her lovely face.
Once the strap-on was secure and in place, Torrie knelt down and
flipped Devon onto her back. The Californian then mounted Devon,
and began to thrust away at her swollen pussy with the humungous
dong in the missionary position.
Before I knew what happened next, Lindsay was on her knees next
to Stephanie as the voluptuous brunette continued to pay homage
to my cock. She then deferred to Lindsay, and the 19-year-old
greedily took my (now) full erection into her hungry mouth and
began feverishly slurping away at it.
I thought for a moment that both ladies would take turns sucking
my cock, but Trish reached for Stephanie, and pulled her into
her arms. The two beauties looked at each other for an instant
before pressing their lips together for a heated, scorching kiss.
Lindsay had both hands at her side as she serviced my throbbing
cock with nothing more than her mouth. Those puppy-dog eyes of
hers were staring up at me as well, which made my insides shudder
with wanton desire.
I always thought Lindsay looked the best when on her knees in
front of me...
Devon and Pamela were crying out in their own arousal, but in
separate encounters. Devon was getting the hammer dropped on her,
courtesy of Torrie and her massive strap-on. Pamela, meanwhile,
was very close to an orgasm. She was now laying upon the floor
- flat on her back - with Amy's tongue exploring the tender, sweet
recesses of her pussy.
The action was hot and heavy all over the place, as Trish now
had Stephanie draped across her lap. She was offering the brunette
a spirited but playful spanking, telling her what a naughty girl
she was becoming - "especially for getting in with that nasty
Amy".
Lindsay withdrew my cock from her mouth, and started to stroke
it in the open air with both hands. The little blonde pointed
its tip directly at her charming face and looked up at me with
an eager expression, giving me an obvious indication of what she
wanted.
I let myself go as cum spewed itself all over Lindsay's impeccable,
smiling face, as well as her long-flowing hair. The 19-year-old
opened her mouth and was able to tongue and swallow some of the
massive blast, but the great majority landed on her face and throughout
her hair.
Trish and Stephanie took one look at Lindsay, and both seemed
to have an immediate thirst. "You just had his cum,"
Stephanie said to Trish, pushing her back gently as she made her
way over to Lindsay. Stephanie cupped the 19-year-old's chin with
both hands, then started to kiss and lick her face, cleaning up
all the excess sperm in a hurry.
Meanwhile, Pamela and Devon experienced simultaneous orgasms.
Pamela had her thighs clamped tightly around Amy's head, while
Devon screamed out in response to the ferocious thumping she had
just received from Torrie and her strap-on.
Thanks to a pair of orgasms myself, I staggered and nearly lost
my balance while stepping backward. Trish moved up and closed
the distance between us, planting her lips upon mine for a deep,
soul-touching type of kiss.
Torrie, having just decimated Devon, set her sights on Lindsay.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as she made the 19-year-old
get on her hands and knees, before mounting her in the doggie-style
position. An instant later, she was thrusting the humungous dildo
in-and-out of Lindsay's sweet, little pussy at a good, steady
rate of speed.
Trish pulled me down to the floor with her as our kiss continued,
but it was conveniently close to where Pamela and Amy were. Amy
used the opportunity to reach out with her right hand and place
it upon Trish's shoulder, then pull her away from me and thus,
breaking our kiss. Trish turned and looked at Amy, then I could
do nothing but smile as the two ladies (and former arch enemies)
swapped their velvety lips and tongues together in a heated, passionate
exchange.
Pamela, also realizing what a picture this moment was, smiled
at the quivering couple for several seconds before turning her
attention to me. "Are you having any fun yet, Jeremy?"
my beautiful wife asked, still smiling in her patented way. I
nodded my head at her as she took my limp cock into her right
hand, and began stroking it.
"We have to get you hard again," she told me, her expression
now tight. "I want you to fuck me."
I suppressed a laugh and shook my head in response to her words,
while glancing toward the direction of all those loud, raucous
screams on the other side of the room.
Lindsay was getting absolutely HAMMERED, courtesy of Torrie and
her strap-on dildo, in the doggie-style position. The teen-ager
was screaming out at the top of her lungs, too, obviously enjoying
the harsh and rugged treatment she was receiving from her lover
and new room-mate, Torrie.
Not too far away from them, Devon was flat on her back as Stephanie
was busy orally servicing her pussy. She was thrusting two fingers
in-and-out of it as her tongue swirled about her clitoris in a
series of hot, roundabout circles.
Meanwhile, Pamela was still pumping my cock.
"Oh yeah!" my wife moaned, feeling my shaft grow larger
within her grasp. "OH YEAH! GET HARDER FOR ME, BABY!"
she encouraged me. "Oh yeeeeah!" This was my third erection
in a ten minute span, and soon I knew I would experience my third
orgasm in the same time period. Could I last?
On the subject of orgasms, I smiled to myself when I realized
that Lindsay was in the process of having one herself. Torrie
only added to her pleasure by spanking her, while jamming that
massive dildo hard and fast into Lindsay as the 19-year-old screamed
out in satisfaction.
I was disheartened for a moment as Trish and Amy broke off their
kiss, and decided to go separate ways. Amy pulled Stephanie, who
had been licking Devon's pussy, into her arms for a kiss of their
own. Trish decided to take Stephanie's place between Devon's firm,
widespread thighs, and began to lick away at her folds in a frenzied
manner.
"Fuck me," Pamela commanded, releasing my hard cock
as she took a seat and then lowered herself onto her back. Pamela
looked up at me with expectant eyes and added, "Give it to
me! Fuck my pussy with your cock! Fuck me NOW!"
I lunged forward and grabbed one of Pamela's big, plump breasts
with my hand and fisted my cock with the other, then forged my
way into her pussy. I growled at first, adjusting to the sensations
swirling throughout me before settling in and really beginning
to thump away at her. I had no idea where this newfound energy
was coming from...
I was oblivious to all of the other couplings in the room as I
drilled Pamela as hard as I possibly could in the missionary position,
my balls slapping against the wet, outer lips of her pussy with
every downward stroke. Pamela obviously wanted to be fucked hard,
and I was merely giving my wife what she so desired (and needed).
My left hand still clutching one of her breasts, I grabbed Pamela's
hip with my right and continued pumping myself in-and-out of her
at warp speed. My body was alive with pure and wanton lust, as
Pamela's beautiful face rocked from side to side beneath me, her
eyes wide and open.
Unable to control myself, I roared out in mad passion as my cock
suddenly exploded within her vice-tight pussy. I buried myself
all the way into Pamela and kept screaming, my sperm shooting
out and flooding her womb. The blonde's face still rocked from
side-to-side beneath me, her arms wrapped around my shoulders
as she shrieked in her own orgasm. Both of us, in fact, rocked
together on the very brink of madness.
After I pumped the final drops of sperm into my beloved wife,
I fell on top of her in an exhausted heap. I vaguely heard a wide
assortment of female screams all around me, knowing the women
were pleasuring and satisfying each other as only they could.
A full-blown orgy was definitely on...
"It's my turn with him now," I heard Devon say, which
made me look up and notice her, then moan. Having just gone through
three orgasms in rapid-fire succession, nearly all of my strength
and energy was gone. However, this was a gang-bang - and the ladies
expected me to perform for them.
"I get him now," Devon reiterated, pulling me away from
my wife and then grasping my tired, limp cock. With a devious,
wicked gleam in her eyes, she then began stroking me toward yet
another erection.
This evening was FAR from over...
<<<- End of Part 15 ->>>
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