But most of all, however, she was still Pamela. Whether needing to lose 20 pounds or even 200, I would always feel the same way about Pamela. Nothing would ever change that.
"You look beautiful," I assured her, which brought forth a smile. "You look more beautiful now than you ever have."
"Trish will have any excess weight off of you in no time flat," Kristanna told Pamela, her tongue still humming away upon those precious folds. "You know Trish is our resident fitness expert and instructor. She had me back to my old weight of 115 pounds in just two months with a good diet and plenty of exercise after Kaden was born."
"You look amazing," Pamela told her fiancee. "No one would ever guess that you gave birth in July, Krissy. Your body is so lean, and muscular ... it's so perfect."
"I need to get you pregnant again," I teased Pamela, which elicited an expression of surprise and momentary fright from her. "That belly of yours needs to be full again."
"Not yet!" she shot back with a nervous smile. "Not yet!"
Taking an aggressive stance, I leaned forward and moved my lips to Pamela's mouth and proceeded to kiss her with an equal amount of lust and devotion. When she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her large, luscious breasts upon my chest, something inside of me snapped. It just snapped. I crushed Pamela into my embrace and ravaged her mouth with my own, my tongue diving far and deep to taste its recesses.
Once Pamela squealed out in arousal, I was assured that she enjoyed my lustful advances. Thus, I decided to go further. I slid one hand between our squished bodies, only to cup and massage one of her breasts. Pamela responded by trailing her right hand all across my shoulders and lower back, finally coming to a rest near my hip.
The 31-year-old broke our shared kiss and then glanced down at Kristanna, whose tongue was still blazing a heated trail over and across her clitoris, before re-focusing upon me. Pamela was breathless as she said, "Leave it to you and Krissy to get me all hot and bothered like this following such an ordinary, simple discussion."
"We try our best," Kristanna chimed in, the sounds of animalistic hunger present in her voice, as her tongue continued to flick and work its magic over Pamela's pussy.
"Oh, Krissy!" Pamela screeched, and I quickly got the sense that she was very close to an orgasm. I went silent and motionless, standing there on my knees, as I watched Pamela's cover-girl face go through a myriad of positive emotions and expressions. Soon, that face tightened up, and then her eyes went wide and bulging as she hemmed and squealed in the joyous bliss of orgasm.
"God, Krissy!" Pamela cried once the pleasure wave crested, then faded away. She wiped her brow with a forearm and moaned, "No one licks my pussy quite like you do! No one!"
I moved out of the way as Pamela reached down with both hands and cupped Kristanna's face with them. She gently pulled upward, causing Kristanna to finally dislodge herself from between her moist, tantalizing thighs. Of course, Kristanna's face was coated with pussy juice.
"I love you!" Pamela told Kristanna, her voice full of fervor and affection. "I love you so much!"
"I love you too," Kristanna returned, leaning up and planting a simple kiss upon Pamela's forehead.
"I want to watch you and Jeremy together for a bit," Pamela offered, those words definitely catching my attention.
Kristanna wasted no time in granting Pamela's request. She placed both hands upon my chest and pushed forward until I was flat on my back upon the carpeted floor of the in-home theater. She then slithered over top of me and closed her mouth upon mine, her tongue seeking out and finding my very own. I encircled Kristanna's body with both arms and held her warmly, tasting Pamela's release upon her face at the same time, but eventually my hands roamed downward and squeezed her nice, denim-clad ass. Kristanna wiggled her pelvis upon mine in a lewd, suggestive manner, sending hot pulses of sexual electricity coursing throughout my soul.
Not only was Kristanna's ass firm, but it was also ripe and luscious. I pinched and squeezed the supple, taut flesh, and even slipped my hands into her back pockets. Kristanna seemed to wiggle about some more as I did that. But I soon realized that she enjoyed the sensations of her pelvis rubbing itself over and across the hard, aching bulge within my trousers. That really seemed to get her going.
Kristanna yelped and giggled with arousal once I spun her around and pinned her beneath me upon the floor. I looked at Kristanna for a moment - admiring her face and its beauty - then kissed her with great abandon. This time, I groped her breasts with both hands and got rid of her tank-top, too.
She snaked her hands underneath my own shirt and ran them alongside my shoulder blades and back, her long, sharp fingernails sending erotic shivers down to my very core. I broke our mutual kiss, but quickly descended upon her neck and began to lick and nibble upon the sensitive skin. The erstwhile, energetic blonde now cradled my head with both hands and cooed out her approval.
When I unhooked Kristanna's white bra and slid it from her shoulders, I was insatiable and hungry as I attached my lips to one of her pert nipples and began feasting away upon it. But as was often the case whenever Kristanna and I were together, things began to spiral and eventually reach a whole new level.
The ravenous hellcat spun me around and pinned me beneath her, her mouth now assaulting my own. Turnabout is fair play, of course, so I returned the favor by flipping her over and doing the same to her. Our shared kiss had reached staggering proportions by the time we both rose up to our knees, our bodies entwined and violently bumping together as one.
I did not even realize during that maddening sequence that I had unbuttoned Kristanna's denim jeans and pulled them, as well as her white G-string underneath, down to mid-thigh. Pamela sure did, though, and she used it as an opportunity to seize the moment and have a little fun with Kristanna.
Also on her knees, I watched intently as Pamela slid behind Kristanna and then offered her bare ass a hard, back-handed slap which, needless to say, surprised the Norwegian to no end.
She responded by breaking our kiss and shooting a look back at Pamela, before re-attaching her mouth to mine. Seconds later, however, Pamela slapped her ass again. And again.
After a fourth blow, Kristanna squealed madly and shot another glance Pamela's way. "Stop that!" she said, staring at Pamela, who could barely contain her laughter, for several seconds. Kristanna seemed to be stewing as she turned back around to face me, only to kiss me once more.
"You know you love it," Pamela sneered, before she gave the 25-year-old's backside a series of hard, unrelenting swats. Kristanna finally screamed out and, in the process, flung around and focused all of her attention on Pamela.
"Stop that!" she insisted, albeit in a playful tone.
Pamela offered an innocent expression, but the very instant Kristanna turned away, the busty blonde smacked her ass yet again. This caused Kristanna to turn and stare an absolute hole through Pamela, who only had these five words to say in defense of herself:
"Oops ... I did it again."
This time, Kristanna brought Pamela into her arms and held her close, then screamed, "Get her, Jeremy!"
It was a playful and spirited attack as I knelt down on the other side of them and began to spank and pepper Pamela's own ass with my right hand. I could never hurt Pamela, nor was she into the bondage lifestyle like my other wife, Amy was, so this definitely qualified as a pleasure spanking. Still, Pamela overreacted - flailing her arms around like a fish out of water as she attempted to escape our dual clutches.
"You deserve to be spanked for calling me Pammy!" she roared at Kristanna, now unable to control her laughter. "Not me, but you! You should be spanking Krissy, Jeremy!"
"We need to get that big cock inside of you," Kristanna said to Pamela, her tone strong and emphatic, as she released her and I put an end to the pleasure spanking. "Yes we do."
Kristanna reached into my trousers and took a firm grasp at the very base of my erection, then fished it out and into open view. Her blue eyes darted that way for an instant and she licked her lips at the sight, before using her other hand to help pull my trousers and briefs further down my legs.
"Just please be careful," was Pamela's only request of me, the uncertainty from earlier returning to her eyes. I did not enjoy that look from her whatsoever. It was multiplied ten-fold once Pamela started to weep and sob completely out of the blue. Thus, I came to an immediate decision.
I could see the disappointment wash over Kristanna's face as she tilted her head and inspected Pamela. She wanted this coupling to end by holding onto my shaft and helping insert it into that sweet, tender pussy, only then to sit back and watch as Pamela and I rocked each others' world. But she knew me too well. Kristanna knew what my decision was.
Pamela was just three weeks removed from childbirth, and it was obvious that the act of sexual intercourse with me was not something that she was ready for just yet. Kristanna could surely empathize with that. After all, the doctor did tell Pamela - and Kristanna before her - to wait a full month after giving birth before resuming full sexual activity. The absolute last thing we needed was for something to go wrong, and Pamela to wind up in the emergency room because of excessive bleeding, or an infection.
This was also a prime example of the way Pamela had been acting over the previous three weeks. She could all happy and smiles one minute, then feel down and depressed - even to the point of crying - the next. Was it baby blues?
Tonight was her best yet since giving birth. Pamela was cheerful and engaging, but that came to an abrupt halt once Kristanna suggested that I penetrate her. I hoped that this was nothing more than a phase that she was going through.
"Okay, honey," Kristanna relented, reaching out and gently stroking Pamela's face. "It's okay," she tried to soothe her, but Pamela kept crying. "Maybe Jeremy can lick your pussy like I did, and help get you off that way instead."
"I'm not having full-blown sex with you until you are 100 percent comfortable and ready with the idea," I told her. "It is YOUR body, Pamela," I added, as she wiped tears away from her bleary eyes. "You make the decisions for it."
She sniffed her nose. "I'd like to wait a month like the doctor said. I know Krissy started early, and was okay."
"You're not Krissy."
"No, I'm not." She dabbed away some more tears and then pined, "I'd like to watch you and Krissy together some more, Jeremy. I want you to fuck her for me."
"Oh really?" Kristanna chirped, obviously very keen to that idea, as she slipped her jeans and G-string the rest of the way off. "I cannot argue with that!"
As I nodded my head, Pamela helped roll Kristanna onto her back upon the floor. Seated on her knees directly behind Kristanna, Pamela reached forward and tightly latched onto her fiancee's long, lean legs, and spread them far apart. This gave me an open invitation to plunge myself into that pussy. It was an opportunity that I simply could not pass up.
"Fuck her, Jeremy," Pamela encouraged me, trailing one of her hands over and across Kristanna's firm, tight breasts. "Fuck her for me. Fuck her HARD. Give her what she needs!"
"What you need is a spanking!" Kristanna said to Pamela, an instant before I forged my way into her. The look upon Kristanna's face changed accordingly. She tensed up and glared at me with hot, smoldering eyes. "Yes, Jeremy. Oh yes ... hmmmmm. That feels so good..."
"Fuck her!" Pamela squealed, and soon I was doing just that. I thrusted myself in-and-out of Kristanna at a good, brisk pace, my hard shaft invading the depths of her pussy. Everything was going according to script until Pamela pressed her lips close to Kristanna's ear and whispered something into it. Then, Kristanna whispered something in return to Pamela. A moment later, both ladies giggled and looked at me.
Pamela maneuvered herself around so she was now behind me upon the floor. She encircled my body with her arms and then pulled me (and my thrusting cock) away from Kristanna. I was curious as to what was happening until Pamela had me lay down flat upon my back. When I did so, Kristanna swung one leg over my pelvis - so she was straddling my hips upon her knees. Eventually, she lowered herself onto my shaft. Its head slipped into her pussy, which caused Kristanna to groan as she slowly nudged her way further downward. Soon, my entire length was embedded deep inside of her.
Kristanna began riding me slowly, rocking back-and-forth. She reached down with both hands and used my chest as her balancing point. The blonde then sighed in utter lust as her gyrations and motions slowly but surely quickened.
Eventually, Kristanna squealed and cried in total arousal as she was bouncing about at maximum speed. Her face flooded with passion, Kristanna's modest, firm breasts flopped about wildly as she continued to scream out her approval.
Laying flat upon my back with an unobstructed view of the beautiful Kristanna as she sat atop my erection and rode me like a cowgirl, I was in pure Heaven right now. My shaft was deep within the confines of her sweet, little pussy, filling it to the absolute hilt. Could this night be any better?
Yes, as a matter of fact ... it could.
As if having one gorgeous woman was not enough, I was quickly reminded that there was another in the room.
From seemingly out of nowhere, Pamela swung a leg over my face and then lowered her pussy to my mouth. Instinctively, my tongue went to work - lapping away at Pamela's wetness. Clearly, Pamela was comfortable with the idea of having oral sex performed on her. Due to the health risks and possible complications, though, this was where she drew the line. I was fine with her not wanting to go any further just yet.
Pamela responded to my oral probing by cupping her full breasts with both hands and offering them healthy squeezes. Her entire body squirmed and writhed about atop my tongue.
"OH MY GOD!" Kristanna roared, still bouncing about wildly upon my cock. "I'm ... I'm gonna CUM!" Kristanna settled down upon my erection and then screamed out at the very top of her lungs, "OHHHHH! I'M CUMMING!"
"Cum inside of her pussy!" Pamela told me, as Kristanna experienced the ultimate in pleasure and release atop me. I heeded Pamela's words and released the inner grip I had on myself, which allowed my cock to erupt and coat the lush depths of Kristanna's exquisite pussy with my sperm.
After both of us rocked together for several seconds in mutual climax, Kristanna took a very deep breath and then dislodged herself from my shaft. Still nestled atop my face, Pamela leaned all the way down and grasped my deflated cock with her hand and stroked it tenderly. She then took it into her mouth, her tongue leisurely twirling across it.
Still, I had Pamela's prime and delicate pussy staring me right in the face. Even though my body felt as if it had been drained because of that experience with Kristanna, I continued to lick and swipe away at those glistening folds. Needless to say, Pamela's pussy was absolutely scrumptious.
The feast was taken away from me, however, as Pamela suddenly removed her pussy from my face. It was replaced with her own face. Pamela nestled down on top of me and pressed her lips to mine, offering me a full, deep kiss. I moaned as waves of sensations swirled throughout all of my soul. Soon, I was embracing Pamela with both arms.
God, I said to myself, lost in thought for a brief moment. Could my life possibly be any better than it already was?
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It certainly had been quite an eventful past couple of months for yours truly following the events of what was supposed to be the final chapter of my "Island Fever" diary and series. Several readers kept begging and pleading for more, so here I am with a quick check-in on my life.
The previous chapter detailed the birth of my first child with Kristanna (Kaden) and the raucous celebration which took place once they returned home from the hospital. Lindsay shocked everyone by proposing marriage to Trish (we were all waiting for the opposite to happen (i.e. Trish popping the question to Lindsay herself)). Then, Lindsay made her intentions of wanting to marry me be known as well. Mere seconds after her proposal to Trish, Lindsay basically informed me that she and I were now officially engaged, too.
The chapter ended with a brief mention of a newcomer to our little family, Scarlett, and the fact that she was fitting in quite nicely ("Scarlett sucks cock with the best of them" was how I simply (and poorly) described her). I will talk about Scarlett in much more deserved detail later.
As for each of the ladies individually, who better to start with than the one and only Kristanna? Even after going through the grueling ordeal of giving birth - a process which saps many women of their strength and motivation - Kristanna seemed as energetic and as lively as ever.
For as long as I had known her, Kristanna always seemed to enjoy attacking life head on. Being a new mother and dealing with its challenges was no different. That good, upbeat attitude of hers always persisted no matter what. Kristanna and that outgoing, gregarious personality of hers was still the life of the party, so to speak, but I also must amend that by saying that she had a lot of help from the others - most notably Devon and Lindsay - when it came to watching and taking care of Kaden. Being a new mother had not overwhelmed her because she had so much love and support, and was more than happy to let the others assist her.
There was no denying the fact that since the birth of our daughter in late November, Pamela seemed subdued and even somewhat depressed. Pamela had been uncharacteristically irritable, had trouble sleeping and did not have much of an appetite. This was perfectly normal - many women have similar emotions after giving birth, especially for the first time. The good news? Eventually, their feelings return to normal.
Do not misperceive what I am saying here, though. While Pamela may be going through a mild to moderate form of Postpartum Depression, she was overjoyed with the birth of Piper and the fact that she now had her very own daughter to take care of and raise. Of course, I was going to be there by her side - as her husband and Piper's father - for every step of the way. I had confidence that in due time, Pamela would conquer these troubling feelings and get back to her normal self. Much like Kristanna, she had all of the love and support that any one person could ever ask for.
I should also point out that between the events of the previous chapter and now, Pamela and I had gotten married (at the end of August, here on the farm in Norway). Pamela was my third wife, and that list, of course, was about ready to expand. Obviously, I could not wait.
My second wife was none other than the truly amazing and vivacious Amy. She and I had exchanged our vows on Valentine's Day much earlier in the year. Suffice it to say, Amy had her own list of personal issues and demons that she had dealt with throughout her life - many of which she had overcome, but some she still battled on a daily basis.
One of Amy's biggest regrets in life was at the age of 21 (a good nine years before she met me), she made the decision to have a surgical procedure done called Tubal Ligation. In more common terms, Amy had her tubes tied - thus eliminating any chance that she would have of ever becoming pregnant.
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