Message-ID: <42927asstr$1055506202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [highlanderjm@hotmail.com] From: "Highlander JM" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 13 Jun 2003 03:49:27.0666 (UTC) FILETIME=[C9AB9D20:01C3315E] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2003 23:49:27 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} "Island Paradise: DevKris" Chapter 4 Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2003 08:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail <1st attachment, "ipdk-04.txt" begin> <<< IPDK-04.TXT >>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Paradise: DevKris" - Chapter 4 of ?? || (M/F, F/F and just about everything else) Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2003 E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com Chat: MSN or Windows Messenger - HighlanderJM@hotmail.com Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/ IMPORTANT!: Note that this story takes place _between_ the events of chapters 36 & 37 of "Island Paradise: Eternity". ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== The very moment Stacy stepped into the restroom and triggered its motion detector, the corresponding monitor here inside the voyeur room came to life. After closing the door, Stacy went over to the tub and turned its water on. She adjusted its temperature to her liking and then allowed the tub to begin to fill with water. A moment later, the leggy vixen (who looked strikingly similar to Kristanna) leaned against the sink-top and took her socks off one at a time. Could this be happening? Was I about to be given to eavesdrop on Stacy as she took a bath? Back in their guest suite, Torrie was eyeing the closed restroom door while gently caressing and prodding each of her large, beautiful breasts with an open hand through the t-shirt that she wore. Although I do not believe she and Stacy had been with each other in a sexual sense as of yet, it was clearly obvious just by watching her now upon the surveillance monitor that Torrie had a hot, physical attraction for the 23-year-old stunner from Maryland. And who could blame her? Any woman who could remind me of Kristanna - as Stacy did - had to be a total knockout. Torrie's green eyes were glazed over as she continued to stare at the closed restroom door, while also still rubbing her breasts through the fabric of her blouse. There was one thing on her mind, and it was obvious. The blonde diva from Idaho was fascinating about what it would be like if she was to join Stacy in the bathtub for some play time. Or, since Torrie was involved, should I say _lesbian_ play time? Unfortunately, Torrie did not care for my gender. Torrie let out a long-winded sigh and now used both hands to generously cup and squeeze her breasts. The busty vixen glanced at the door again, then gently murmured, "Oh God... Stacy is so pretty." My eyes wide as I watched her, Torrie settled down onto the mattress and moaned out in arousal. Before gliding her right hand underneath the waistband of her shorts, Torrie looked at the restroom door yet again. It seemed as if she wanted to make certain that Stacy would not be stepping out anytime soon. Satisfied for now, Torrie groaned out as she slid several fingers between her thighs. The young woman's body began to squirm and writhe about upon the bed, albeit in a gentle fashion, as she twiddled away at her pussy with a bevy of fingers. Her shorts were blue and made of cotton, and were quite a snug fit. Though I could not see Torrie's pussy as she massaged it, I followed the plight of her long, supple fingers through the fabric. "Hmmmmm," she sighed, her knees now in the air and feet flat upon the bed. "That girl is a princess..." Inside the voyeur room, I could not resist the urge to withdraw my throbbing cock from my own shorts and feverishly stroke it in the open air. Having the opportunity to watch Torrie as she masturbated in this private moment was special. I wondered to myself if I would ever be given the chance to touch that beautiful body, or even better yet, make love to it. For whatever reason, Torrie absolutely hated men. I should have felt guilty for spying on Torrie, but I didn't. The sexual voyeur in me always won out over my decent, logical side in the end. I have simply tried to convince myself over the past ten months that I was doing nothing wrong by eavesdropping on my array of guests. As long as I kept the video under lock and key, and did not allow others to see it, that is. It was innocent fun. I tried to convince myself of that, but there were plenty of times when I eavesdropped and still felt like a low-life. Torrie licked her lips as her actions upon the bed became more animated. Her knees still in the air, those legs were moving as she continued pleasuring her pussy with her right hand. With her left, she traced it across the outline of her breasts. Wow, I said to myself. What a goddess... "Let's get off together," I said outloud in the voyeur room, busily frigging my cock, my eyes transfixed upon that one monitor. "Come on, sweetheart. Get yourself off. Get yourself off, and help ME get off, too." Torrie giggled as I said those words. I wondered if she was fantasizing about what it would be like to do the things to Stacy's sweet pussy that she was now doing to her own. I did not need to wonder. That was obviously on her mind. "Hmmmmm..." Torrie soon moaned, her movements becoming even more agitated. She was fingering her pussy nice and fast now. Her moans were becoming more prevalent, too. I almost blew my load as Torrie used her free hand to pull a white vibrator out from underneath the pillow. It looked like one of those "magic wands" that my two wives, Devon and Kristanna, enjoy using on each other so very much. Torrie held the pleasure tool above her face for an instant and again giggled to herself. "Why, it's Mr. Happy time!" But when Torrie began nudging her shorts downward, there was a noise from elsewhere in the room. Torrie jerked about and instantly sat up as if she had just heard a gunshot go off. In reality, it was the sound of the restroom door being unlocked from the inside, then opened. In her haste to not get caught "in the act", Torrie was able to stash the vibrator underneath the pillow behind her. Her posture was erect and straight, and she had quite the dumbfounded expression upon her face as Stacy glared at her after opening the door with quite a peculiar, odd look. "Is everything okay?" Stacy asked, seemingly concerned. "Oh... yeah," Torrie nodded, her breathing ragged. She tried to compose herself. "Oh... yeah. I was... I was... you... you startled me! Yes! You startled me! That's all. I was... I was about to doze off." Torrie vigorously shook her head and then did her best to come across as innocent. "I thought you were going to take a bath?" With her tank-top and shorts still on, Stacy pointed toward the suitcase that was perched atop her own bed. "I forgot my hair dryer," she said, that same peculiar look upon her face. "I... I think I'll get it now." Stacy quickly stepped toward the bed and retrieved the hair dryer. She offered Torrie one more strange look, then backed her way to the restroom with the hair dryer in hand. Before reaching it, however, her expression lightened and she even offered Torrie a bright, suggesstive smile. "Let me know if you ever need any help with that vibrator. Or if you would like someone to use it on..." Torrie's mouth dropped open in shock as she stared back at Stacy, who simply winked an eye and then retreated into the restroom. Now alone in her guest suite, Torrie pulled out the purple-colored vibrator/magic wand from underneath the pillow and glanced at it momentarily. She then turned her focus toward the closed restroom door and bit her lip, thoughts of Stacy obviously dancing throughout her mind. With a certain sense of resolve and determination, the 27-year-old got out of bed and walked over to the restroom door. She glanced at her joy toy once again - Mr. Happy - before using her opposite hand to gently knock on the door. Immediately, Stacy opened the door and literally went bursting right through it, closing the distance between herself and Torrie, and then attacking her room-mate's mouth with a passionate kiss. Torrie seemed disoriented for a brief moment, but quickly composed herself and met Stacy's deep, probing kiss with equal desire and hunger. Inside the voyeur room, I was again stroking my cock as the two ladies guided each other toward Stacy's bed. Still in a hot, maddening lip-lock, Stacy pushed her own suitcase aside and then shoved Torrie down onto the large mattress. They looked at each other for an instant with unyielding lust in their eyes. When Torrie smiled, Stacy jumped on top of her and assaulted her mouth with a hot barrage of kisses. "I've wanted you since the very first moment I saw you at the airport in Houston the other day," Torrie managed to say, her hands running wild over various portions of Stacy's upper body. "God, Stacy. I want you so bad right now!" "And I want you too," she responded, kissing Torrie again. I smiled at the sight of these two gorgeous creatures sharing both their lips and tongues over a hot, open-mouthed exchange. Torrie trailed her hands downward, only coming to a halt when she reached Stacy's firm, luscious ass. She massaged it through her blue jogging shorts, grinding her fingers deep. Stacy countered by unbuttoning a portion of Torrie's white blouse and then slipping her fingers inside for a quick feel. Their kiss soon heightened in its intensity, their hunger for one another reaching truly epic proportions. "Oh yes," Torrie moaned, breaking the kiss, as she looked into Stacy's brown eyes. "Hmmmm... yes. Squeeze my nipple. Play with it." I nodded my head as Stacy continued to fondle Torrie's left breast underneath the fabric of her blouse. Soon, the front of that blouse was completely open and pulled to the sides. Since she was not wearing a bra, Torrie cooed and writhed about upon the bed as Stacy now kneaded her bare, D-cup breasts with both hands. They looked fabulous! "One thing is for certain," Torrie said, smiling. "You and I are not gonna need two beds anymore." She glanced at her own bed across the way. "We can sleep together." Stacy nodded her head in total agreement before attaching her lips to one of Torrie's plump, juicy nipples. She took the sensitive bud into her mouth and sucked on it feverishly, causing Torrie to moan and arch her back in response. A very short time later, the remainder of their clothing literally began to fly. Torrie and Stacy stripped each other until neither had a single stitch of fabric left on their exquisite, heavenly bodies. These two were blazing hot! Torrie rolled Stacy beneath her upon the bed and then slid her right leg between both of her girlfriend's thighs. Torrie rubbed the inside of her leg across Stacy's tender, little pussy for several seconds, enjoying the animated reaction that she got as a result. Next, Torrie slipped her muscular, toned leg all the way down until the joining of her thighs were locked together with Stacy's as one. Torrie and Stacy both began to grunt and squeal as they grinded their womanly treasures upon one another, their bodies rocking back-and-forth upon the bed in a frenzied daze. Faster and faster they moved, each wanting to pound and hammer the other into absolute, erotic oblivion. Such rough and harsh treatment led to an earth-shattering orgasm for Stacy, and then Torrie quickly followed with a loud, passionate release of her own. Still, the pair of bombshell blondes continued to rock together on the very brink of madness, mashing their sweet pussies as one. When their dual sensations had finally crested, and then settled down, I took a deep breath and sighed in the voyeur room as Torrie found Stacy's mouth for a soft, tender kiss. Stacy hugged her new lover close, obviously enjoying the feel of those massive breasts squished upon her own body. I would enjoy that, too - if Torrie ever gave me the chance... "Do you want to use that vibrator on me now?" "You mean Mr. Happy?" Stacy laughed. "MR. HAPPY? Is that what you call it?" "Yes and yes," Torrie grinned. "Yes, that is what I call it. And yes, I'd love to use it on you. Right now." * * * At this very moment in time, on the surveillance monitor which oversaw the private quarters that I shared with my two wives, I noticed Devon stretch her tired arms and then sit up in bed. A quick check of my wristwatch told me that it was 6:45am, which was around the standard time that Devon woke up each morning. With Kristanna sleeping like a log next to her, Devon glanced around the suite and then frowned as she noticed the wall that led the voyeur room was open. As much as I wanted to stay here and eavesdrop as Torrie introduced Stacy to Mr. Happy, I knew it would be wise for me to exit the voyeur room quickly. Last evening, I made the promise to Devon that I would stay clear of the voyeur room today. I was already in here, of course, but it was quite early in the morning and I had entered when Devon, as well as Kristanna, were still sleeping. Knowing I could come back here at another time and pick up right where I left off with Torrie and Stacy's encounter, thanks to the video archives, I composed myself and then rushed out of the voyeur room. I galloped over to the bed and offered Devon a friendly smile. "Morning princess." Devon frowned and spoke in a strained voice, "Hi Jeremy." "What's wrong?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "What were you doing in there?" she demanded, motioning toward the voyeur room with her head. "I thought you said you would stay away from it today." "Shhhhh," I whispered, wanting her to keep her voice down. After all, Kristanna was still sleeping. She usually did not wake up each morning until 7:30 or 8:00. Devon appeared somewhat miffed as I defended myself, "I was only going to be in the voyeur room until you or Krissy woke up." I swung both arms outward, like a baseball umpire making the _safe_ signal. "I'm gone. I'm out of it. I will not go back into the voyeur room again today." Devon gave an extreme pout and whined, "But you promised!" "Sweetheart, you know how difficult it is for me," I said, not liking her tone of voice. "I can't stay away from that room for too long. It's not just the sex. I love listening to the other girls talk. Just talk. I love it." Devon's eyes narrowed. "What was it this time? Is little Ashley taking a shower? Is Caitlyn with her?" "Actually, it was Torrie and Stacy," I answered. "I am pretty sure it was their first time with each other. As for Ashley and Caitlyn, both of them are still sleeping." I grinned and concluded, "In the same bed, noless." Devon folded her arms in a huff. "One of these days, we need to close that voyeur room forever! You know that I have NEVER approved of you spying on ANYONE with your video cameras. Look at how Amy and Britney reacted when they found out. Amy almost KILLED you with that glass vase upside the head! Let's hope the new group doesn't find out." "You don't approve of me using the voyeur room?" I asked. "You use it almost as much as I do, Devon." "I use it to listen in on you and Krissy," she countered. "That's it. Like yesterday. I followed you and Krissy, and all the other girls, up to Devon Falls with the cameras. I admit, I have seen a few encounters in there. But that does not mean I approve of it. And you, Jeremy. You... YOU take it to the highest extreme! You go in there EVERY SINGLE DAY when we have girls staying with us, looking for sex!" "Shhhhh," I reiterated, motioning toward our sleeping beauty of a wife. "No need to wake Kristanna." Devon flinched and recoiled back when I attempted to place my hand upon her shoulder. Stunned because of that, I stood there and watched as Devon got out of bed. It was as if she had been burned with fire when I tried to touch her. Devon shook her head at me in a negative manner, then turned and stormed out of our personal suite in an angry tiff. "Devon!" I called out, seconds later in the corridor, as I chased after her. I ran her down and stepped in front of her, blocking her path. Agitated, Devon took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, her head tilted to the side. I could not believe it, but she was giving me a death stare! "Look, I'm sorry," I said, my voice soft. "I know what I do in there is wrong, and that you don't approve of it. You have never approved of it. It's a sickness of mine, Devon. I... I can't help it. You know how addictive it is for me." "I know it's a sickness for you!" Devon snarled, making a fist and hitting my shoulder with it. "But you promised! You PROMISED you would stay out of there today!" "I know I did," I frowned, hanging my head low. Whether I intended to stay in the voyeur room only until one of my two wives woke up or not (and then spend the rest of the day with them), I had broken a promise that I made to Devon. This was, believe it or not, the first time in the ten months she and I had been together that I broke a promise to her. Fully realizing this now, I suddenly felt terrible. "You probably woke up early just so you could sneak a couple of minutes in there before I woke up myself!" Devon hissed, an uncharacteristic amount of venom now spewing from her. Devon took a step back and folded her arms, then shook her head. "I can't believe you, Jeremy! _YOU'RE PATHETIC_!" Stunned (and awfully hurt), I felt like crying as Devon turned and walked away from me. Once she disappeared from my view, hanging a right around the corner down the hallway, several tears formed within my eyes and then cascaded down my face. Not only had I broken a promise to my pregnant bride, but now Devon was angry at me, too. She said that I was pathetic and, right now, I kind of agreed with her... * * * It was not all that often that I skipped breakfast, but with the catastrophe which took place earlier, I was in no mood to eat. In fact, I felt ashamed. Totally ashamed. It would be difficult for me to show my face in front of Devon until this nasty episode passes over (if it ever does). Instead of being in the dining room with everyone else at the customary breakfast time of 10:00am, I found myself all alone in the quaint, three-bedroom guest cottage which was totally separate from the mansion. I was laying on a leather floor comforter, feeling both deflated and lifeless. Anyone who has read the prior two stories in the "Island Paradise" series should know by now that I am an extremely sensitive person. I hurt easily, and I have the tendency to go into long funks when things are bad. It cannot get much worse than my princess bride, Devon, calling me _pathetic_. It was all my fault, too. I had no one to blame for what transpired this morning except myself. I promised Devon last night that I would stay out of the voyeur room today. 30 seconds after I woke up, I was in the voyeur room. I did not even have a second thought about it, figuring that Devon would not mind if I copped a couple of minutes in there before she woke up herself. I was wrong. I have long prided myself in being the most honest person anyone could be. I was not the type to break or go back on promises. Yet I did that to - of all people - Devon. DEVON! Without even a second thought, I broke a promise to her. And, worst of all, I upset her. Devon was angry at me. Inside the guest cottage, I groaned and rolled my eyes once I spotted a framed photograph of Devon and me on the nearby end table. In the picture, I was standing behind Devon and to the left, with my hands clutching her shoulders. Both of us, as you may imagine, looked happy. Devon had her patented light-up-the-darkest-room type of smile going. Just seeing that photograph, which was taken last July by Pamela, made me feel even worse inside. I wanted Devon to smile TODAY like she did when that picture was taken last year. I did not know if that would be possible, however. Lounging upon the large floor comforter, I became alert and sat up when I heard the front door open behind me. I was hoping that it was Devon, ready to forgive and forget, and throw her arms around me like everything was okay. As it turned out, though, this was clearly the only time in my life that I was disappointed to see Kristanna. Nothing against Kristanna, mind you. I was just hoping for Devon. "Hey," she simply greeted, waving her left hand. I looked at her, but did not offer a response. Kristanna took the initiative by sitting down beside me on the floor and then gently patting my knee. "Cheer up, Jeremy. Devon won't stay mad at you for long. She can't." "Why not?" I asked, my voice hollow. "Because Devon loves you," Kristanna answered. "Devon loves you with all of her heart. You're her little baby, Jeremy. You're her knight in shining armor. This will pass, and everything will be back to normal. Trust me." "I'm pathetic." "Oh Jeremy!" Kristanna fretted, wrapping her arm around my shoulder in a reassuring manner. "Stop that!" "How did you find out about what happened?" I sulked. "Well... I woke up this morning and the first person I saw was Devon. I asked her where you were at. Devon said she did not know and did not care." I closed my eyes and sighed as Kristanna added, "So I knew something was wrong. I asked, she told me her side of the story. Then I went into the voyeur room and watched the archives so I could see what happened first-hand." "Devon doesn't care where I'm at? Perfect..." "She'll get over it, Jeremy," Kristanna stressed, giving me a whispery kiss on the cheek. "I understand why Devon is upset, but I'm with you on this one. I stood up for you." "You did?" I asked, surprised. The 23-year-old nodded. "Devon has never liked you being in the voyeur room, but you don't do anything wrong in there. Remember, Jeremy. I came up with the idea for the voyeur room two years ago. I even helped you build it. You and me put in all the wiring, cameras and motion detectors. You don't do anything wrong. You've never showed those videos to anyone but me and Devvy, and you never will." I shrugged my shoulders. "Eavesdropping on the other girls... it's not right." "What they don't know won't hurt them," Kristanna said. "It's not like you put those videos up on the Internet, or something. Amy and Britney were convinced that was what you were doing. But these new girls... none of them will ever find out about the voyeur room. We won't let them." She paused and continued, "Remember when Devon first found out about the voyeur room? She was so mad and upset that she was ready to leave you. But I stood up for you then too, Jeremy. I told her it was harmless fun on your part. It took her awhile, but she finally understood. I have NEVER had a problem with you using the voyeur room. Why, I even use it a lot myself. Nothing wrong with it." "Krissy, I broke a promise to Devon. I did it without even thinking. I promised I would stay away from the voyeur room for the entire day. I didn't. Less than a minute after I got out of bed, I was in the voyeur room." "You did it without even thinking," my wife stressed. "That is the key phrase. It's not like you went into the voyeur room with any malicious thoughts. You did not mean to break your promise to Devon." Kristanna shrugged her shoulders. "Devon has every right to be mad at you for that. But she will get over it." Kristanna took a deep breath and finished, "Devvy is not talking to me, either." "WHAT?" "She did not like it that I took your side, and stood up for you," Kristanna replied. "I don't want her mad at you, too!" "It's okay, Jeremy." "No it's not!" "Yes it is." "NO IT'S NOT!" "Yes it is! Devon will get over it. People who are married, in love, they have arguments. Disagreements. They say nasty things they do not mean, and later regret. You are NOT pathetic, Jeremy. I bet that once she has a chance to cool down and think about it, Devon will feel horrible she said that to you." Kristanna ran her hand in circles upon my shoulder blades several times in succession. "Devon loves you. She's crazy about you. Do you honestly think one little slip-up on your part is going to change that?" "Probably not," I conceded. "But I still hurt her. I broke my promise. No matter what, I'm the bad guy." "No you're not," Kristanna sighed, shaking her head. "You are human, Jeremy. Not a robot. Humans make mistakes, you know. Tell you what. Let's me and you find Devvy. Why don't you apologize to her? Tell her that you just weren't thinking. I'll be right there with you for backup. We'll get this resolved. Then, everything will be back to normal." "I would like that very much," I nodded, hopeful. * * * "Will you look at the legs on that schoolgirl?..." Several hours after our little squabble, and subsequent reconciliation, Devon's words prompted me to turn and focus upon the entrance to our luxurious suite as we peacefully lounged in bed on this Thursday evening. Standing at the entrance of the room was none other than our dear wife, Kristanna, who - believe it or not - was decked out in a tantalizing, sinful schoolgirl uniform. (!!!) Kristanna was one of the two most beautiful women in the entire world to me (the other being Devon, of course). The 23-year-old Kristanna had a clear, unblemished face, along with deep blue eyes and an infectious smile which made her quite the photogenic sort. As she stood at the entrance before us now, Kristanna's blonde hair was parted in the middle, and flowed down and across her neck and shoulders in little wavelets. Kristanna was a truly intoxicating woman. I was unsure why she had a schoolgirl uniform on, but I was definitely not complaining about it. The frilly collar of her long-sleeved blouse peeked out beneath a very tight red and white plaid vest. Kristanna's B-cup breasts jutted outward upon the fabric, seemingly begging to be freed. The ensemble skirt which my wife wore was red and white plaid as well. It was also extremely low-cut, helping to truly give Kristanna the appearance of a naughty schoolgirl. For cappers, Kristanna wore white socks that were rolled down to her ankles and a pair of black saddle shoes. Those legs of hers, however, were a definite sight to behold. Standing a tall and majestic 5-foot-11, Kristanna had the sleekest, sexiest pair of legs I had ever saw on a woman. There was simply no comparison between Kristanna and anyone else in that regard. Those legs of hers were so long and symmetrically perfect, their skin supple yet also tender, and very deeply tanned. My God, what a vision they were... With that incredibly short plaid skirt on, Kristanna's legs were being accentuated to their fullest extent right now. They screamed for and demanded one's attention even more than normal. In fact, I found it difficult to finally tear my gaze away from them, and look into her eyes. Kristanna's smile was golden. "Do you like my outfit?" I offered a gentle nod of the head, though my insides were raging with absolute lust. "Yeah... I like it." Kristanna slowly spun around in a circle, the hem of her skirt swishing upward and revealing a pair of luscious white panties underneath. "I bought it at that adult store over in Lima last week." My wife smiled again. "I know how much you like these cute, little costumes, Jeremy. With the likes of Lindsay and Britney forever gone, someone has to take up the slack and be your 'lil schoolgirl." "I have schoolgirl uniforms too," Devon reminded her. Kristanna offered Devon a look. "Yes, but you're not good for the part." There was a playful tent to her voice. "Why is that?" "Schoolgirls are supposed to be sweet and innocent," she responded, teasing Devon, while trailing both hands down the front of her own body. "Look at me. I'm the perfect picture of innocence. Not even the driven snow is as pure as I am. Then look at you, Devvy. You're a slut." "I am not!" Devon huffed, trying to conceal her smile. "I wish you would quit calling me a slut. For a minute last night, you did. But now I'm a slut again? I'm a good girl!" "SURE you're a good girl," Kristanna giggled. "Sure..." Devon's left hand drifted toward my crotch as we relaxed in bed. She found my aching erection and cooed, "I think Jeremy REALLY likes your uniform. He's as hard as a rock!" "I think we should dress up for him like this every week," Kristanna grinned, which caused my eyes to go wide. "I could be something sweet like a schoolgirl or cheerleader. You, Devvy, you... you could dress up as the devil, or something." "THE _DEVIL_?" Kristanna laughed. "You'd look good in a devil's outfit." She turned her attention toward me. "How about it, Jeremy? Would you like for me and Devvy to dress up for you each and every week from now on? Have a private costume party?" Unable to speak because I found myself stunned by the radiant sight of schoolgirl Kristanna, I nodded my head. "Can I make a suggestion, angel?" Devon asked, looking at Kristanna. "Pig-tails." My heart literally skipped a beat as Devon added, "You need pig-tails in your hair with that outfit if you REALLY want to get Jeremy going." Devon rubbed my cock through the cargo shorts I wore. "Although... he is going a million miles an hour right now as it is." "That's right..." Kristanna giggled, her eyes fixated upon me. "Pig-tails. I seem to remember Britney wrapping your cock in one of her pig-tails once, and whacking you off." That erotic remembrance flashed throughout my mind as the sultry Norwegian added, "You liked that a lot." She pointed toward the nearby restroom. "Let me go in there and put my hair up in pig-tails. _I'll be back_." "Hurry up!" Devon insisted, as she and I watched Kristanna strut her way over to the restroom door. I cannot emphasize how beautiful her legs were. Those long limbs of perfection seemed to just _glide_ along with every step that she took. After Kristanna sashayed into the restroom and closed its door, Devon turned her total focus upon me. She planted a sensuous kiss upon my lips and remarked, "I'm sorry, Jeremy, for blowing up at you earlier like I did. I had no right to say that you're pathetic. You know I don't think that way." "I'm sorry for going into the voyeur room this morning when I told you I wouldn't," I countered. "Whenever I say I will do something from now on, or promise you something, you can rest assured that it will happen. Trust me on that." "Of course I trust you, Jeremy," Devon cooed, kissing me on the lips. "We're lucky that Krissy was able to act as a mediator between us earlier. It really doesn't matter, though. I could never stay mad at you for too long..." "I would never do anything to hurt you, or upset you, on purpose," I stressed. "I'm so sorry for what happened this morning. I love you, princess. I love you." Devon smiled. "I know you do. And I love you too." "Hey hey!" Kristanna chirped, returning from the restroom. With her long-flowing blonde hair now styled up into bushy, adorable pig-tails, Kristanna hesitated in mid-step and spun around, modeling her outfit for us. She looked every part the schoolgirl too. An amazon schoolgirl with legs from here until next week, that is. Once Devon extended her arms, Kristanna lunged forward and then climbed onto the bed. On her hands and knees, she crawled toward Devon and met her mouth with her own for a very slow, tongue-filled kiss. I sat back and idly watched them for several seconds, but eventually reached out with my right hand and stroked one of Kristanna's exquisite legs as she and Devon shared a warm, loving embrace. Soon, my hand drifted underneath that tiny, plaid skirt. She broke her lip-lock with Devon, then turned toward me and offered a glittering smile. "I see that you are already playing with my skirt. Lindsay must have drove you insane when she would dress up like a schoolgirl or cheerleader." "Not as insane as you are... right now," I told Kristanna, my voice low and controlled. But the mere sight of her in that little skirt was enough to send me into cardiac arrest. How I had not pounced on her yet was a great mystery. I then thought to myself that I was incredibly fortunate to have two wives who would go to the lengths that Devon and Kristanna do to satisfy me, and make me happy. Kristanna was definitely not a schoolgirl. She was a very bright and intelligent young woman, with a truly legendary sense of humor. But she was also very mature. Yet Kristanna was willing to dress up as a schoolgirl for me. She did not give a second thought to changing her hair to the way I preferred for this naughty role-playing game. Would most women be willing to "step down" into a role such a schoolgirl, in order to please their partner? I think not. But Kristanna did it because these uniforms were my fetish. She did it, bottom line, in order to make me happy. Devon would do anything for me. If I only know one thing in my life, that is it. Devon would do anything for me. That woman fell in love the very first time she laid her eyes on me, and those feelings have multiplied with every second that has gone by since. In the past ten months, Devon has dressed up for me as a schoolgirl, cheerleader, maid, policewoman, firefighter, nurse and angel. She loved those roles simply because they never failed to arouse me. Together, Devon and Kristanna were the perfect complement for each other. Devon could seem so classy and distinguished when she wanted to be. Kristanna, on the other hand, was a pure comedian. She was always teasing and ragging on Devon about something. Devon could also be somewhat reserved and quiet at times, while Kristanna was outgoing and amicable. Mix them together, though, and it was pure magic. They had a special chemistry between one another which could never be duplicated. There were times when I would just sit back and marvel during one of their interactions. Devon and Kristanna were a true shining light in my life. I do not know how I survived as long as I did before our marriage without them. I was such a fortunate man. "Why don't you get off the bed and put on a little show for us?" Devon asked Kristanna, a glowing smile upon her face. "C'mon angel, let's see if you got any dance moves." "Dance moves?" Kristanna playfully scoffed. "What do you think? That I'm a stripper? You're the stripper. Not moi." "_Moi_?" Devon laughed. "Are you learning French now?" "We we," Kristanna nodded. "French is the language of love," Devon mused. "Norwegian is the language of love," Kristanna corrected her. "Jeg er en silk heldig pike ha begge av De i mitt liv. De vet ikke hvor mye begge av De betyr til meg. Jeg elsker De begge. De to er min verden." "Huh?" Devon giggled. "I caught `Jeg elsker De' somewhere in there," I offered. "So it must have been something nice that she said." "Jeg elsker De means I love you," Devon nodded. "That is about the extent of my Norwegian. Well, that and lutefisk." Kristanna waved a finger at her wife. "You keep talking like that, and you're gonna get me hungry." "Give us a little dance," Devon insisted, motioning for Kristanna to stand up. "C'mon, dance for us!" The 23-year-old held her right arm outward (with the cast still on) and waved it at Devon. "I'm not about to dance unless you pay me $35. Or 250 kroner." "Kroner?" Devon laughed. "I don't have any Norwegian money, I'm afraid. Well... except that coin you gave me a few weeks ago. I keep it in my purse." "Pamela told me that when she gave lap dances to customers in the strip club where she worked in Baltimore, she charged $35," Kristanna mused. "If you want me to dance for you, Devvy, it will cost you $35 in cold, hard cash." "I'll give you 35 cents," Devon said. "But that might be too much. Your dancing might not be worth it. Hmmmmm... I'll give you a dime. Yes, ten cents." Kristanna lunged at Devon and pinned her shoulders to the bed beneath her. "TEN CENTS? Is that all I'm worth to you?" She smashed her mouth upon Devon's for a hot, searing kiss. "You little slut... you need to be spanked so bad!" "Uh uh uh..." Devon countered, grinning, as she gently patted her stomach. "No spankings until our baby is born. And that won't be for seven long months. You know that Jeremy has forbidden me from any hard, physical sex." Kristanna squinted her eyes and glared at Devon. "That baby is your ultimate `get out of jail free' card. I cannot spank you, I cannot use my dildos on you. I cannot even be rough with you. I... I have to treat you like a... flower." Kristanna laughed and added, "Some flower. You're such a slut, Devvy. You lost your bloom a long, long time ago." "What happens once the baby is born?" I inquired. "I'm gonna tie Devvy up, then spank and whip that little ass of hers repeatedly for a full week," Kristanna huffed. "Maybe even a whole month! God knows she'll deserve it..." "Not if I tie you up first..." Devon warned, wrapping both arms around her wife's shoulders and squeezing tightly. She then trained her eyes upon Kristanna's right arm and let loose with a tiny frown. "That cast comes off next Monday when you go to the doctor. I can't wait because every time I see it, I am reminded why your broke your hand and wrist. It was all my fault." Devon forged a smile. "I'll be like Jeremy. I'm gonna MAKE LOVE to your right hand just like he says he will. Shower it with total affection..." Kristanna pounded her right arm upon the mattress several times in succession. "The doctor better take this cast off." She hammered the bed some more. "If I can do this and not even feel a twinge of pain, it's time for the cast to come off. It should have came off a week ago." Devon used both hands to latch onto Kristanna's pig-tails, then gently pulled and yanked on them. After giving her a full kiss on the lips, Devon then turned her gaze toward me and smiled. "Hey there, Jeremy. I forgot you were here." "You have to join the conversation," Kristanna told me. "I just asked what happens when the baby is born a minute ago," I retorted. "I like listening to you two anyway." Still nestled beneath her upon the bed, Devon trailed her right hand down Kristanna's back and only came to a rest at her ass. She patted that lush, tight ass through the plaid skirt that Kristanna wore and grinned at me. "Isn't Krissy the sexiest 'lil schoolgirl that you have ever seen?" "You're the sexiest 'lil slut I've ever seen," Kristanna swooned, first bumping noses with Devon, then kissing her. When I moved closer to them upon the bed and latched onto her with my right hand, Kristanna offered no resistance as I pulled her away from Devon. I encircled her with both arms and we shared a probing kiss, but then I laid her out upon the mattress beneath me. She looked absolutely sinful in that schoolgirl uniform, with her hair up in pig-tails. Indeed, I enjoyed Kristanna dressing up for me in this fashion much more than I ever did Lindsay or Britney. Without saying a word, I leaned over and burrowed my face between Kristanna's heavenly thighs. I kissed and licked the inside of each thigh in a slow, methodical manner, then deftly pulled her white panties downward. I slid my face in even deeper - my head was now hidden beneath her little, plaid skirt - and attached my lips to her pussy for a taste. Both ladies giggled as I began to lick and swipe away at the sweet folds of Kristanna's slit with my curious tongue. She gently squeezed her thighs around my head and lifted her hips high off the mattress. At the same time, Devon started to trail her hand over and across my shoulders and back. "Hmmmmm YESSSSS..." Kristanna moaned, as I then inserted a pair of fingers into her nether regions. I dabbed at her clitoris with my tongue while pumping both fingers in-and-out of her at a leisurely pace. Needless to say, I was enjoying myself. I wanted to bring both of my wives the ultimate in pleasure and satisfaction whenever I was with them. I withdrew my fingers from the Norwegian's pussy and after establishing eye contact with her, I licked them dry. The taste of her sweet nectar brought a smile to my face. "I want more," she requested. "Lick me some more." As Kristanna squirmed and writhed about beneath me, I smiled at the intoxicating sight of her sweet, beautiful pussy. I was frozen for several seconds, simply enjoying the eye candy, but finally could not resist her any longer. My tongue returned to her clitoris and this time, I offered it a series of long swipes that made her body pulsate. Before I knew what was happening next, Devon had moved her face close to mine as I continued to explore the tender depths of Kristanna's pussy with my tongue. I caught Devon out of the corner of my eye, but did not pay her a lot of attention. The feast in front of me was my main focus. Once Kristanna stretched her thighs as far apart as they would go, I felt Devon place her cheek upon the side of my face. Then, in a move that surprised me, Devon applied some pressure, and gently nudged my face away from the joining of Kristanna's thighs. Suddenly, Devon was enjoying the feast. Stunned, I stared at Devon as she hungrily lapped away upon Kristanna's pussy. I could not believe that she pushed me aside like that! But in no way was I angry about it. I had a smile on my face as I replayed the incident in my mind. It was actually sort of funny... in a way. "You greedy little thing..." I chuckled, patting Devon's ass through the nightshirt that she had on. All I received in response was a giggle from both ladies. A moment later, Kristanna reached out with her left hand and clutched my wrist. Now with my attention, she flashed me a smile as her body basked in the glow of Devon's tongue. I brought that hand to my lips and lovingly kissed it. She looked so pure and wholesome in her schoolgirl uniform... A closer inspection revealed that in addition to her velvety tongue, Devon was attacking Kristanna's pussy with four fingers (yes, FOUR). She was violently thrusting them in-and-out of that moist crevice while also licking it with her tongue. Suddenly, the 23-year-old was flying with lust. "Oh God, Devon! HMMMMM... do me, baby! Make me cum!" A split-second later, Devon withdrew both her face and fingers from Kristanna's pussy. She glared down at her for a brief, intense moment, before a truly wicked, devious look came to her face. My eyes wide, she then brought her hand up and offered Kristanna's pussy a harsh, stinging slap. "OOOOOH YEEEEESSSSS!" she screamed, every muscle within her body contracting at once. "You like that... don't you?" Devon demanded, her grin evil. "Don't you, Krissy? One time, I watched Amy do this to Stephanie and it drove her FUCKING INSANE. Do you want me to spank your pussy some more? Do you, angel?" "Uh huh!" was Kristanna's loud, enthusiastic response. "Spank it! Spank my pussy! OH MY GOD that felt so good!" Kristanna screeched and cried out in utter passion as Devon offered her pussy at least seven or eight hard swats in succession with an open hand. Once she was finished, Devon brought that hand, which was now soaked with feminine love-juice, in front of her face and inspected it. Then, her eyes flashing, Devon smacked Kristanna's pussy again. "That's for calling me a slut!" she squealed, before diving right back into that all-you-can-eat-buffet. "Oh God!" Kristanna gushed. "Lick me! Lick meeeee! Oh my God, you're gonna make me cream my pussy! Fuck, Devvy... just a little more! Just a little more! LICK ME!" After giving Kristanna's luscious pussy yet another swift, open-handed slap, Devon finally caused the dam to burst. "YESSSSS! OHHHHH! DEVVY! DEVVYYYYY!" Kristanna's entire body was vibrating upon the bed as she went through the joyous progression of orgasm. All the while, Devon had both her lips and tongue buried deep within that sweet, tasty pussy. She wanted to suck down and swallow all of the flowing juices for herself. Who could blame her? Once the sensations in Kristanna had finally settled down and Devon was finished licking her pussy completely dry, the 26-year-old withdrew her face from the joining of her thighs and smiled at her. The look upon Kristanna's face, though, was one of total devotion and adoration. "God, Devvy..." she sighed. "That was incredible!" She shook her head, with erotic tears in her eyes. "I love you. There is a reason why Devon rhymes with Heaven!" Devon grabbed Kristanna's left hand and pulled her up into a seated position upon the bed, only to then smash her mouth upon hers with a fervid, passionate kiss. The pair of blondes hugged and clutched each other with reckless abandon, their lips and tongues running rampant between their mouths. Soon, Kristanna was cupping and squeezing one of Devon's large, firm breasts through the nightshirt that she wore. "Baby..." Kristanna breathed once their kiss was broken. She bumped noses with Devon and cooed, "Oh baby... that was so hot." She kissed her again and added, "You can spank my pussy like that whenever you want from now on!" Surprised, Devon squealed when I grabbed her shoulders from behind and pulled her away from Kristanna. Embracing her with both hands upon her breasts, I curled my neck and planted a sultry, probing kiss of my own upon her lips. The moment it was over, I smiled at Devon. "You nudged me out!" "What are you talking about?" Devon asked, confused. "I was giving Krissy some oral and you nudged me out!" I exclaimed, though in a playful way. "Greedy little wifey..." Devon actually blushed at my comment. "Oh! I'm sorry, Jeremy. When I saw Krissy's pussy, I just couldn't help myself. I _HAD_ to have a taste of her then and there." "I'd give you a spanking if you weren't pregnant," I teased her. "When our baby is born, I'll be right with Krissy. Both of us are going to spank you senseless." "God knows she deserves it!" Kristanna huffed. Devon turned her head to look at her bride, then reached out and gently yanked on the hem of her schoolgirl skirt. "You may have got that uniform, angel, but I bought a 'lil something at the adult store the other day in Lima, too." "Oh?" Kristanna countered, curious. "What?" Smiling, Devon then used her opposite hand to retrieve a moderately sized dildo from underneath her pillow. She held the crude object up, which was a bright pink color and about six inches in length. "Do you like it, sweetie?" "It's not as big as most of our other dildos," Kristanna observed. "But I like the pink color. It's pretty." "This dildo is small simply because it is not meant for your pussy," Devon advised her. "It's for your ass, baby." Kristanna grinned at the prospects. "Oh really? Do you feel like trying it out on me... right now?" Devon glanced back at me. "I want Jeremy to be involved, too. It's pretty much been one-on-one thus far... and not a threesome. I want all of us to have sex with each other." I chuckled at her squealy proclamation. Devon was such a total sweetheart. "You two lovely ladies are doing pretty good without me. If you want to use your new toy on her, princess... by all means, go ahead. It's a good show and you know, well... I just LOVE to watch." "Are you sure?" Devon confirmed, appearing hesitant. "I love to watch you two girls," I told her. "I love everything there is about both of you. I love to listen to you two talk. I love to watch you two have sex together. Indulge me, princess. Indulge _yourself_." "Okay..." Devon relented. She kissed me flush on the lips and cooed, "But I want you to join in on our fun soon." I laughed. "You'll just nudge me out again somehow." "I will not!" Devon playfully squealed. "I promise!" "I'll be happy to nudge you out," Kristanna grinned, her alluring blue eyes trained upon me. Devon waved her hot-pink dildo before Kristanna in an arrogant, taunting manner. "Get on all fours, angel. I have a present for you!" Kristanna needed no further coaxing as she rolled onto her frontside and then rose up to her hands and knees. After Devon tucked the hemline of her plaid skirt into its waistband, Kristanna jutted her ass outward and wiggled it about in a very flirtatious, enticing manner. Devon licked her lips in response, the naughty ideas about what to do with that magnificent ass obviously flashing throughout her mind. I sat back and settled in against the headboard of the bed as Devon leaned forward and kissed the taut, firm cheeks of Kristanna's ass. Once the kiss was over, Kristanna began moaning and sighing out in forbidden arousal as Devon licked and swiped away at her puckered anus with her tongue. "Oh Devvy, you're such a slut!" Kristanna growled, looking over her shoulder as her rectum was being orally worshiped. "Tongue my ass like a lollipop! You bitch!" Devon did not seem to particularly enjoy that last comment and let Kristanna know it by cruelly smacking both sides of her ass in succession. "What did you call me?" "A bitch!" Kristanna gasped, as Devon's tongue was now offering her little rosebud of an anus full, sweeping licks with her tongue. "That is what you are... a nasty bitch! Licking my ass like that..." Instead of continuing the verbal sparring match, Devon turned toward me and said, "She has too pretty of a mouth to be saying such horrible things." Devon winked at me and suggested, "Why not go over and shut Krissy up?" Then, her eyes drifted toward the monstrous bulge within my shorts... I got the idea and immediately pulled my shorts and briefs downward, exposing my full, aching cock. I grasped it with my right hand and was about to maneuver myself upon my knees around to Kristanna's front, but paused once Devon began smearing her new pink dildo up with lubricant. Literally boiling over with excitement, Kristanna began to sway and bump her hips about in an exaggerated fashion. "Give it to me, Devvy! Fuck my ass with that dildo!" "Who's the bitch NOW?" "Oh God..." Kristanna moaned, her entire body shifting about, as Devon slowly inserted the object into her rectum. Inch after inch, Devon kept pushing forward until just the dildo's large handle was showing. Kristanna smacked her left hand upon the bed and growled, "OH GOD... THAT THING FEELS SO GOOD. Fuck me, Devvy. Fuck my ass! FUCK IT!" As the 26-year-old violated Kristanna's anus with the dildo in her right hand, she used her left to again smack her ass. "You always say how much I need to be spanked!" She slapped that ass some more. "YOU need to be spanked!" "OHHHHH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" Kristanna swore, the dual sensations of anal penetration and being spanked short-circuiting her senses. "HARDER, DEVVY! HARDER!" Suddenly, Devon's right arm was a blur as she brutally pistoned the dildo in-and-out of Kristanna's ass. "YESSSSS!" "Will you go over there and shut her up already?" Devon demanded, looking my way for an instant. Perched upon my knees, I made my way over to Kristanna and busily stroked my erection once I was directly in front of her. She glared up at me as Devon continued to thump her ass with the pink dildo. Kristanna was such a darling in that schoolgirl uniform, with her hair up in pig-tails... I offered my beloved wife a heartfelt smile, then grasped the side of her head and inserted my throbbing shaft into her awaiting mouth. "You know what to do with it," I told her, as Devon looked on and nodded in approval. Kristanna swallowed the entire length of my erection into that magical mouth of hers and began to slurp away upon it in a rather hungry fashion. I smiled once more, then added to her excitement level by pumping myself in-and-out of her mouth. Kristanna gagged for a moment and nearly choked, but recovered and continued sucking as Devon drilled her ass. Kristanna cried and shrieked in response as I repeatedly jammed my erection into, and out of, her mouth. My hips kept churning about as I looked up and smiled at Devon, whose luscious breasts were flopping about wildly underneath her nightshirt as she continued to thrust the dildo in-and-out of Kristanna's rectum. Soon, I was pounding Kristanna's exquisite mouth with all of the energy I had within me. With the allure of those precious pig-tails, of course, I could not resist the urge to reach out and latch onto them with both hands. As my cock violated her mouth, I stretched those pig-tails outward and held onto them as if they were handle-bars. Kristanna's very wide and looming blue eyes, needless to say, were absolutely fixated upon me. When Devon reached underneath Kristanna's body and used her free hand to offer her pussy another slap - just like before - the Norwegian lost total control of her faculties. Kristanna's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she nearly passed out from the indescribable sensations of orgasm which were running roughshod throughout her body. She went totally limp, falling into a helpless, defenseless heap upon the bed. In the process, my erection slipped free of her mouth, and Devon relented with her anal assault. In fact, Devon wrapped both arms around Kristanna from behind and cuddled with her. However, I was not quite finished. I still needed to get off, but that definitely would not take too long. I grasped my cock and aimed it directly at Kristanna's tired, exhausted face. An instant later, I was stroking like a madman before the eruption came. Not expecting it, the seductress flinched as the first blast of sperm landed on her face. She opened one eye and glared up at me as the second plopped onto her hair, while the third (and final) hit her directly on the nose. Even though I was now drained, Devon still reached up and palmed my testicles with her right hand. With her left, she gently caressed Kristanna's shoulder blades, while also kissing them at the same time. "I love you, baby," she cooed, her lips now sliding over and across various regions of Kristanna's back. "Did I make you feel good? I wasn't too rough... was I?" After a short pause, Kristanna turned her head and looked up at Devon with a sincere, loving smile. "You could never be too rough with me. You know I love physical sex." She then glanced up at me, my sperm still splattered all across her face and hair. "I love you, Jeremy." Smiling, I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you too, peaches." I then glanced at Devon and nodded, "I also love you... my dear, sweet princess." On her knees, Devon stepped around Kristanna's prone body and then embraced me with both arms. "I love you, Jeremy! Forever and ever and ever and EVER!" I smiled to myself. I freely admit that we enjoyed the company of the other ladies with us on the island. But they were luxuries, and certainly not necessities. The only necessities Devon, Kristanna and yours truly had were each other. At the end of the day - no matter what - we would always return to one another. There was no doubt about that in my mind. Even on a day which began with a mini argument, it seemed fitting to me that I found myself frolicking in bed with Devon and Kristanna later that very same evening. "Let's get some sleep," I suggested, settling into the mattress. Still wearing her little schoolgirl uniform, Kristanna found the energy to quickly scurry over the top of me and came to a stop at my left. She snuggled herself hard against my body and placed the side of her face upon my shoulder. Meanwhile, Devon did the same, exact thing - only on the other side. Suddenly, I had a pair of lovely blonde heads comfortably resting on either shoulder. After flipping off the wall lamp above us, I felt a pair of hands gently rubbing and massaging my chest. An instant later, I traded kisses with both Devon and Kristanna. They leaned their heads over my body and shared a loving kiss of their own. Soon, they were resting upon my shoulders again. Ahh, yes... this was the life. I was a very fortunate man. Once we exchanged another round of tender and loving kisses, the three of us eventually drifted off to sleep. Oh!... one other thing. Devon made me promise to stay away from the voyeur room again tomorrow. 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