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"Island Paradise: DevKris" - Chapter 3 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2003
E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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IMPORTANT!: Note that this story takes place _between_ the
events of chapters 36 & 37 of "Island Paradise: Eternity".
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"If yew vant to know about da luteing process, I vill be
more dan happy to tell yew _ALLLLL_ about it," Kristanna said
to an unknowing Ashley (using her Norwegian accent), as the
two of them, along with Devon and yours truly, were relaxing
by the outdoor pool on this Tuesday afternoon. "Lutefisk is
air-dried cod, soaked in a lye solution for two veeks. Den
yew skin, bone and broil da lutefisk. It be delicious!"
Devon clutched her stomach and made a face. "Uhh... I
think I just lost my appetite for dinner." She giggled and
looked at Ashley. "Krissy will brainwash you, honey, if you
let her. Don't listen to her about her crazy Norwegian food.
You don't want lutefisk... trust me on that." She shook her
head and laughed again. "You'd smell it from a mile away..."
"But I love cod," Ashley countered, which brought a smile
to Kristanna's face. It was as if Kristanna suddenly had a
new _victim_ in her sights. It was quite funny, actually.
"You don't want any lutefisk," Devon insisted. "If you go
to a supermarket that has Norwegian food, the lutefisk looks
like a petrified fish sitting in a jar of murky liquid." She
vigorously shook her head. "I don't know how Krissy eats it."
"It be delicious!" the bubbly blonde exclaimed. "Yew yust
do not know vat is good for yew, Devvy." She turned toward
Ashley once more. "I am getting Harold and Juanita to fix up
fiskepudding for my dinner dessert tonight. Yew vant some?"
This time, Ashley made a face. "Fiske... pudding? Fish?"
"What sane person eats fish pudding?" Devon wondered.
"I am gonna get yew one day, Devvy," Kristanna warned her.
"One day, I vill get Harold and Juanita to fix _NUDDING_ but
Norvegian food for dinner." She began to tilt her head from
side-to-side with the naming of each dish. "Lutefisk, lefse,
fiskesuppe, fiskepudding, pepperrotsmor, potetboller..." She
paused, her expression suddenly glowing. "And vat dinner is
truly complete vidout a good helping of rodgrod med flode?"
"OH MY GOD," Devon huffed, her eyes cast downward.
Ashley appeared confused, which was understandable. "I
think I'll pass on the lutefisk, Kristanna." She must have
been using Devon's reactions as a guide. "I guess maybe I
should stick to American food. That's what I'm used to."
"You're a smart girl," Devon told her, as Kristanna folded
both arms and looked on in (mock) anger.
"Ashley... your ice cream is ready," came a voice from
inside the mansion. We turned and found Caitlyn at the big
sliding glass door that led out here to the pool area. She
had her head peeking out from around the corner of the door.
Ashley smiled at those words and waved good-bye to Devon,
Kristanna and yours truly, then turned and scampered toward
Caitlyn. Soon, the two ladies walked off arm-in-arm. After
the passionate encounter I had with Ashley and Caitlyn less
than three hours ago, those two seemed like a good couple.
"No one wants to try your crazy food!" Devon said to
Kristanna, albeit in a playful fashion.
"You have eaten lutefisk before," the 23-year-old cooed,
her voice back to normal. "You even said you liked it."
Devon giggled. "That was a moment of weakness."
Kristanna pointed toward Devon's stomach. "Baby DevJer in
there will LOVE lutefisk! He or she will grow up on it!"
"Over my dead body!" Devon growled.
Kristanna shook her head and laughed. She loved to get
animated reactions out of people - especially Devon and me.
"You do not know what is good for you, Devvy. Look at me."
She trailed both hands down the front of her lean, athletic
body. "5-foot-11, 115 pounds. Fit as can be. Look at all
of the fish I eat. Norwegian food is based on fish, whereas
American food is based on red meat. I eat healthy."
"You're fit as can be because you spend hours at a time
jogging and doing aerobics," Devon told her.
"You don't think my diet has anything to do with it?"
Kristanna asked. "It has a lot to do with it."
Devon folded her arms and offered an impish expression.
"I'm 20 pounds lighter than you. So I eat right, too."
Kristanna laughed. "You're 20 pounds lighter because you
hardly eat anything at all. Plus, you're a good eight inches
shorter than me." She moved directly in front of Devon, then
glanced down at her. "You little runt."
"I am not a runt!" Devon exclaimed, but in a comical way.
She turned toward me and screeched, "Jeremy! Krissy called
me a runt yesterday, too! Tell her I'm not a runt!"
Off to the side, I shook my head and laughed at their
playful exchange of words. "You girls could be comedians,"
I told them. "Just go back and forth like you always do...
you would make a lot of money. A whole lot of money."
Kristanna smiled. "The only way Devvy knows how to make
money is to take her clothes off."
"I was a stripper for just a few years," our beloved wife
defended herself. "After I received enough schooling, I was
a dental assistant. I liked that job, too."
"Did you give the dentist and patients lap dances while
they were in the examination chair?"
Devon made a face and smacked Kristanna on the shoulder.
She then gripped a fist and waved it about before her face.
"You're gonna get it one day, Krissy. I swear, you're gonna
get it. One day, you're gonna push me too far."
Kristanna extended both arms in a defensive stance and
began hopping around like an expert in karate. "Anytime you
want, Devvy, I'll be ready for you. Come get some, runt."
Kristanna was - believe it or not - a black belt in Aikido.
Thus, Devon wanted no part of her. Neither did I, for that
matter. My own wife could beat the living daylights out of
me if she ever saw fit. But Kristanna was not that type.
"Why don't you two girls kiss and make up?" I suggested.
"That's the best idea I've heard thus far today," Devon
cooed, wrapping her arms around Kristanna's body and then
planting a deep, sensuous kiss upon her lips. I stood back
and smiled at their exchange of tongues as Kristanna slid
her left arm around Devon's shoulder and held her tightly.
Their kiss lasted for at least 30 seconds.
"Did you have a good time with Ashley and Caitlyn?"
I smiled at Kristanna's question as Devon commented, "It
sure did look like he was having a good time with them."
"I'd have a good time with Ashley and a sack of potatoes,"
was my honest answer. "Caitlyn is much better than that,
though, so I had a wonderful time. Stacy was my favorite of
the new girls at first, but now it is Ashley."
"I figured as much," Kristanna nodded. "Someone giving
you their virginity - trusting in you that much - it can be
a powerful experience. Ashley will never forget you, Jeremy.
No matter what, you will always have a place in her heart."
"So will Devon," I reminded her. "Devon took Ashley's
virginity just as much as I did."
"How did you lose your virginity, Devvy?" Kristanna asked.
"Did it involve a cucumber? Or a bar full of guys?"
"Krissy!" the 26-year-old whined. "A BAR FULL OF GUYS!
What type of girl do you think I am?"
"A slut," she responded, without hesitation.
Devon shook her head and growled lightly. "I may have
been a stripper when I was younger. I freely admit that.
But until the time I was 25 - before I ever stepped foot on
this island - I had sex with a grand total of THREE people.
There was Tim, my boyfriend from high school. And then a
guy named Barrett, who I dated for a few years. After him,
I was with a girl - Jennifer - for three years."
"Yet since you came to this island, you've had sex with
22 more people," Kristanna countered, still being playful.
She began to rattle off the names in rapid-fire succession.
"Pamela, Lindsay, Trish, Amy, Stephanie, Lisa, Gabrielle,
Sarah, Britney, Ashley and, of course, Jeremy and me. And
lest we forget those _TEN_ guys that Jeremy brought to the
island last year for the massive gang-bang. You had sex
with all of them, Devvy. You nasty, little runt-slut."
"Krissy!" Devon protested.
The Norwegian shrugged her shoulders. "If, for just once
in your life, you admitted to me that you are a slut, I would
not tease and harass you ever again. I wouldn't call you
names. Come on, Devvy. Admit it. A slut. Admit it!"
"I am _not_ a slut!" Devon huffed, being defiant.
Again, I found myself laughing at their exchange. I took
a deep breath and looked at Kristanna, who was, in my eyes,
one of the funniest people alive. "Devon calls you her
_sweet angel_. Yet you call her a slut. Doesn't mix."
"It may not mix," Kristanna agreed. "But it fits. I AM
a sweet angel. Devvy is a slut. We're just being truthful."
Devon shook her head and laughed in an exasperated manner.
"Do you have a name like that for Jeremy, Krissy?"
"Chick magnet," she said, causing my eyes to go wide.
"Jeremy is one hot chick magnet. Smoking hot!"
Temporarily flabbergasted, I looked at her and smiled.
"Of all the things someone could possibly call me, peaches,
the absolute last would be _chick magnet_. You can call me
a DevKris magnet, though. For that, I am very happy."
"We're permanently stuck on you!" Devon chortled
* * *
Sipping a glass of orange juice at the picnic table just
outside the mansion, I leaned back within my chair a mere two
hours later and smiled at the lovely group of Ashley, Torrie,
Stacy and Caitlyn. All four ladies had been engaged in a
lengthy discussion about the island, as well as the following
eight weeks, with me underneath the warm afternoon sun.
"Devon Falls is probably the most stunning and picturesque
location the island has to offer," I told them, in response
to a question from Stacy. "It's a waterfall and, obviously,
is named after Devon. It's a good hike from here, but I
would be more than willing to be a tour guide for anyone who
is interested in going there."
"Devon was telling me something about Devon Falls," Ashley
commented. "She said the water there has mythical powers."
I chuckled at those words. "Perhaps. A hundred years
ago, there was a tiny village on this island. The people
who lived here - whenever someone was sick or injured - they
would take them to this waterfall, and they believed it
aided in their healing. I've done a lot of research and
heard all of the legends. The water has sort of a reddish
tint, and that is one reason why the islanders back then
believed it had healing powers."
"Is there a reason why the water is red?" Caitlyn asked.
"It's a very technical reason," I advised her. "It is
because of the iron oxide in the volcanic soil that flows
down from the mountain. A scientist told me that once."
"Iron oxide?" Stacy countered, confused.
"That's way beyond my comprehension," Ashley giggled.
"If you call it perhaps the most beautiful place on the
whole island, I would love to go there," Torrie chimed in.
"Is the water safe to go into?" Stacy wondered.
"Of course it is," I answered.
"How can the water heal you if you don't go in it?" Torrie
snickered. "God, Stacy. Use your brain!" Several of the
girls laughed, while Stacy appeared semi-embarrassed.
"What other places interest you on the island?"
I smiled at Caitlyn. "Everywhere, really. There are
big tide pools on the east side of the island, and a group
of sea lions live there. Devon and Kristanna love to go to
the cliff that overlooks the tide pools, and watch the sea
lions. I love it, too. We have picnics there. Plus, the
island has several other waterfalls, valleys, a big forest,
even a little desert. And lava beds, too."
"The lava beds are beautiful," Caitlyn commented, glancing
around at everyone. "Devon took me and Ashley there earlier,
although we did not stay very long."
"You're so lucky, Jeremy, to live in a place like this,"
Ashley mused. "It must have cost you a fortune to buy this
island." She shrugged her shoulders. "I love it here."
"Just about everyone who has ever stepped foot here the
past seven years has said they love it," I told her.
"Are there any good waves?" Caitlyn asked me. "I'm really
into surfing, you know. I love to surf."
"Some of the waves on the south beach can reach 15 or 20
feet this time of year," I told her.
"Oooooh!" Caitlyn squealed. "That sounds promising."
"Those seem really high," Torrie observed.
"I can handle it," Caitlyn nodded. "I've been surfing up
and down the California coast since I was a little kid."
"There is a cove on the northwest portion of the island
where a group of sharks live," I said, which caused several
eyebrows to skyrocket. "They are white tipped reef sharks,
which generally, will not go after humans unless provoked.
Still, I don't want anyone to go in the water there. That
beach is off-limits, and there are markers there saying so.
We have not seen sharks anyplace else here except that cove."
"My uncle is a volunteer at an aquarium in Boise," Torrie
offered. "He and another guy dive into the big shark tank
twice a week to clean the bottom of it. He has never had a
problem with any of the sharks in it. Of course, all of
them are well fed each day, and are not considered dangerous.
There are no killer sharks in that particular tank, too."
"You could never pay me enough money to go diving in a
shark tank," Stacy huffed. "Whether they are well fed or
not, never. Not in a gazillion years."
"I've always been afraid of the ocean, and what is in it,"
Ashley fretted. "I'll stick to the pools and waterfalls. I
do like the beaches, though. They're good for relaxation.
But I'm not so sure about the ocean. I'm afraid of it."
"I grew up on the beach," Caitlyn told her. "I love the
ocean. I once went diving near San Diego, and there were a
bunch of sharks around. They didn't bother us at all."
"I'd be scared to go in with the sharks!" Ashley squealed.
"Do you ever go diving?" Caitlyn asked me.
I nodded at her. "Devon, Kristanna and I all go diving.
If you're an experienced diver like it seems, Miss Caitlyn,
we can take you on the boat one day for a dive session."
"I would LOVE that!" she exclaimed.
I smiled at Caitlyn, then turned my attention toward the
entire group. "If any of you want, as I said, I can take
you on a hike up to Devon Falls. Bring your swimsuits and
snorkels. It's a lot of fun up there."
"When can we leave?"
I looked at my wristwatch. "We can leave in 15 minutes -
at three o'clock. That should give all of you plenty of
time to get your swimsuits and, if you want, snorkels from
your rooms. I also suggest you bring along hiking boots."
* * *
Amidst a sea of green foliage, blue ocean, darkened
volcanos and crimson landscapes, the aforementioned group of
Ashley, Torrie, Stacy and Caitlyn were in complete and total
awe as Kristanna and yours truly guided them along a trail
which led to the island's most wondrous and majestic sight,
Devon Falls. None of our guests could believe how incredibly
beautiful and breathtaking the island was. Who could blame
them for the idea of falling in love with a tropical paradise
such as this? For comfort, style, seclusion and grace, our
island - known simply as "DevKris" - was unparalleled. Never
in my life had I seen a more picturesque location than this
small island. And I have been all over the world.
Even the long and strenuous hike up to Devon Falls was an
experience for our four guests. Traversing a hilly terrain,
we eventually came to the footpath of lava cobbles which led
down to a freshwater stream deep in the forest. Stacy and
Caitlyn wanted to have a look, so I went down the incline
with them while Kristanna stayed up top with Ashley and
Torrie. We skipped rocks across the water and then spotted a
beautiful deer on the other side of the stream. Moments
later, Stacy, Caitlyn and me returned to the others, and all
of us were again trudging our way to Devon Falls.
Speaking of Devon, after our playful discussion with
Kristanna, she took Ashley and Caitlyn to the lava beds in
my trusty Jeep. Shortly thereafter, however, Devon began
to feel a bit ill and thus, their sight-seeing tour was cut
short. They returned to the mansion and I instructed Devon
to take it easy in our personal suite for the remainder of
the day. I wanted to stay with her, as did Kristanna, but
she insisted that we go out and do something with the girls.
I did not particularly enjoy leaving Devon all by herself,
but she eventually convinced us to do just that. So, the
girls were given the choice of hiking up to Devon Falls.
Of course, I figured that Devon was watching our every
move with the help of the voyeur room right now. In fact,
I was absolutely positive of it.
Just before reaching the waterfall, I offered to take the
group on a side trip into the clearing, where a series of
petroglyphs (drawings by natives from hundreds of years ago)
could be seen on the collection of lava rocks. These
petroglyphs were all over this particular area. To me, the
ancient writings had always been most fascinating.
The meaning of the drawings remains a mystery, but one
could make out figures representing men and women, family
units, goats, pets, canoes and even a possible surfer.
Petroglyphs were made by pounding a pointed rock with a
larger, dull rock into the boulder, thus carving out the
figures. Kristanna once found a large lava rock here that
had no writing on it, and spray-painted the words "Kristanna
loves Jeremy and Devon" across its facing. I liked that.
Devon Falls was a double-tiered waterfall which dropped a
total of 250 feet into a lovely, glittering pool at the
bottom. Christened with Devon's name last year because of
its sheer beauty, the waterfall location was surrounded by
native flowers, ginger, mango, balsam trees and ancient taro.
Ashley and Caitlyn opted for a chocolate power bar snack
and/or bottled water before doing anything else. Torrie and
Stacy, though, immediately stripped away their outer clothing
(going down to just their bikinis) and dove head-first into
the basin. Both ladies, who were room-mates back at the
mansion and in the process of getting close, began to wrestle
and splash one another within the pool. That made me smile.
I loved to watch others have fun and horse around.
Ashley looked at me and grinned as she lifted away her
halter top and got rid of her denim shorts, revealing her
bikini-clad body for me to gawk at. I was not the only one,
either. Stacy and Caitlyn eyed the 18-year-old angel with
glazed-over expressions, admiring her tempting body and the
two-piece purple bikini that barely concealed it.
Ashley smiled and winked at me, then hopped off the small
grassy ledge and into the water below. She was immediately
met by an onslaught of splashes from Torrie and Stacy, both
of whom giggled and laughed while doing so. A short time
later, Caitlyn stripped down to her bikini swimsuit and took
the plunge into the water as well. All of the ladies now
frolicked and played together in the basin, just being silly.
Thus, I was left alone on the upper ledge with the one
and only Kristanna. My adoring wife was decked out in a
little pair of red spandex shorts which ended several inches
above her kneecaps. Her red top was equally body-hugging as
well. It was very tight with a deep, plunging neckline,
maximizing the appearance of her humble cleavage. Kristanna
also wore a pair of brown hiking boots and thick socks.
Lastly, Kristanna had a white sweatband tugged across her
forehead, with the red Adidas logo remaining clearly visible
to fully complement her athletic attire.
Once I approached the 23-year-old from behind and placed
both hands upon either side of her slender waist, Kristanna
tilted her head backward and rested it upon my shoulder.
Smiling, she then offered me a dreamy, far-out expression.
"Hi baby," Kristanna chirped, gently kissing my cheek.
I grinned at her, too. "Hi sweetheart." I glanced at
the other ladies, all of whom were still playfully fighting
and squealing in the water. "We brought a good group with
us this time. They seem to be getting along beautifully."
Kristanna giggled softly, then looked out at the girls.
"You know what, Jeremy? Ashley asked me just before we left
the mansion if it was okay if she spends the night with you
and Devon." My eyes wide, Kristanna soon added, "I told her
no. She and the others can play with us in the daytime, but
our bedroom - and our lives - are both closed at night."
"You're not jealous of what happened... are you?"
Kristanna shook her head. "No, not at all. I understand
how Ashley feels. She just lost her virginity to the sexiest
man and woman alive, and wants to be with them as much as
possible. I understand completely." Wait a minute!... Did
Kristanna just call me the sexiest man alive? "But I think
Ashley understands, too. We're all married and whatever we
do at night, we do it together. No one else is allowed."
"I like that arrangement," I grinned. "We can go out and
do things with our guests in the daytime, but we always have
to return to each other at night. I like that a lot." I
still could not believe Kristanna had referred to me as the
sexiest man alive! I looked at myself as just an ordinary,
typical guy. Nothing seemed to stand out about the way I
looked - positive or negative. I was an everyman.
"I still want to watch what you and Devvy did to Ashley,"
the Norwegian purred. "I know you, Jeremy. I bet you
treated Ashley like a princess. I know you did."
"I have our encounter from six different angles archived
in the voyeur room," were my words. "You know how it works.
The videos will be there whenever you want to watch them."
"Six different angles?" Kristanna exclaimed. "You have a
porn production company on this island, Jeremy, and you
don't even know it. All those cameras everywhere. Look at
all the millions of dollars you have invested in them. You
could be a porn pimp daddy if you wanted to be."
I laughed. "A porn pimp daddy? I don't think so, honey.
Those videos will never leave our possession. No one will
ever see them except for me, you and Devon."
"Devon would make a really good porn star," Kristanna
mused, which in turn, caused me to shake my head. "You know
how much she loves sex, and how much of a slut she is. I
bet she could be one of the top porn stars out there."
"Devon is NOT a porn star, sweetheart," I chuckled. "Nor
will she ever be. She is a princess - just like you."
"Devon is a slut," Kristanna corrected me, wanting to be
contrary. She looked in the general direction of one of the
hidden cameras here at the waterfall and said, "You are a
slut... and don't deny it!" Obviously, Kristanna believed
that Devon was watching from the voyeur room right now, too.
Otherwise, she would not have said that last sentence.
A moment later, my cellular telephone rang.
Laughing, I unclipped it from my belt and then spoke into
its receiver. "I think I know what this call is about..."
"I am not a slut!" came Devon's voice.
I laughed again, then handed the telephone to Kristanna.
She immediately began to banter back-and-forth with Devon.
These two were an absolute riot to me. Their playful and
spirited interactions with one another was the best part of
our marriage. Not only that, but it was also my favorite
part. Together, Devon and Kristanna were pure magic.
As the mock argument continued, I took a deep breath and
stepped closer toward the edge. When Ashley made her way
over to me, I dropped down to one knee and smiled at her.
She was such a gorgeous, little doll...
"Are you and Kristanna gonna come in the water with us?"
My smile lingered. "I might come in the water eventually.
I don't know about Krissy, though. She didn't bring her
bikini. She's dressed up in her aerobic gear."
Ashley was beaming. There was a definite sparkle in her
eyes as she gazed up at me. "Did I tell you how much I
enjoyed what happened last night with you and Devon, and
then earlier this morning with you and Caitlyn?"
I laughed gently and answered, "About a thousand times."
Ashley brushed a clump of soaked hair away from her face
and offered a shy, humble grin. "Do you think that maybe I
can suck your cock again sometime tonight?"
I laughed. "You almost killed it earlier, honey. You
nearly sucked all of its life out."
Ashley pouted. "But I want to suck on it again..."
"Tell you what, sweetheart. Let me have tonight off, and
then we can get together tomorrow morning or afternoon.
That way, I'll have a little time to rest and recover. Men
are different from women that way."
"Tomorrow morning... not tomorrow afternoon," Ashley said.
"Even better, tomorrow morning AND tomorrow afternoon!" She
giggled and added, "I'll never grow tired of sucking cock."
My whole body vibrated with unspeakable lust at those words
as the little vixen climbed the ledge and kissed me on the
lips. "You have me absolutely hooked on sucking cock!"
I was confused for a moment as Ashley quickly darted off
to the side, acting as if she was given instructions to do
so. Then, I felt something press itself upon my posterior.
Still perched upon one knee at the ledge, I turned my head
and realized that Kristanna's right boot was the culprit.
Grinning, she gave my backside a shove and I immediately
went toppling over into the water.
When I re-surfaced, several of the ladies were giggling
and chortling up a storm. This was not the first time that
Kristanna had shoved me into the water, and it certainly
would not be the last. It was something that she absolutely
loved to do to me. But for the first time, I felt a measure
of redemption was in order. Yes, it was payback time!
"Jeremy? Vat are yew doing?" Kristanna asked, using her
Norwegian accent (now that the others could hear her), as I
climbed out of the water with a determined look upon my face.
I lunged at Kristanna, but she backed off.
"GET HER!" came Devon's exclamation through the telephone.
Obviously, she was still watching us from the voyeur room.
"Jeremy!" Kristanna huffed, as I closed the distance
between us. I grabbed her from behind and held onto her
stomach. Kicking and screaming like a small child, my wife
continued her protest as I planted a kiss upon her left ear.
"You've had this coming for a long time," I told her, an
instant before running over to the ledge and hurling both of
our bodies into the cool, shimmering water simultaneously.
Although she flailed and thrashed about in the water even
after I released her, I knew that Kristanna had to find some
humor into what I had just done to her. In the process,
though, my cellular telephone had been ruined. It was the
lone casualty, having gone into the basin with us.
In a move that surprised me, Ashley hopped right onto my
back and tried to wrestle me underneath the water. My
strength was no match for the 108 pound darling. No match,
that is, until Kristanna stepped forward and kicked my legs
out underneath the water's surface. I was dunked, but came
back up quickly and glared at my steaming bride.
"I owe yew big-time for dis, Jeremy," Kristanna warned me
(still using her accent), as she waved a menacing finger my
way. "Yew are gonna pay for getting me all vet." Kristanna
looked down at her aerobic catsuit and shook her head. "Yew
even got me favorite pair of boots vet! DEY RUINED!"
Being her playful self, Kristanna held her hands up in a
defensive stance and focused upon me. "Put dem up, Jeremy.
Put dem up and fight me."
"I'm not going to fight you!" I laughed, amazed at her
sense of humor. "You're my baby girl, and I love you.
Besides, you'd kick my butt from here 'til next Monday. You
are the black belt in Aikido, Krissy. Not me."
"You're into karate?" Torrie asked, curious.
"Yes, I am," Kristanna responded, before turning her gaze
back to me. "Put dem up, Jeremy! Put dem up!"
I smiled at her. "How about I kiss you instead? It's
more fun to kiss and make up than fight... right? Besides,
you're the one who started all of this. You pushed me in
the water first. You only got what you deserved."
"I vill get yew for dis, Jeremy," Kristanna promised. "I
vill get yew and make yew pay me back big-time. Yew vait."
She offered an evil grin and added, "It vill be ven yew least
expect it, too. Yust yew vait and see, buster."
"Shut up and kiss me," I told her with a grin. An instant
later, Kristanna did the deed and kissed me deeply.
"Maybe you could teach me some karate before all of us go
home in two months," Torrie said to Kristanna, as my kiss with
her continued. "God knows there have been times when I could
have used karate on some of the guys in my life."
Caitlyn pointed toward Kristanna's right arm. "Should you
be in the water with that cast on? I thought if you have a
cast on - whether it be your arm, leg, whatever - you have
to keep it dry at all times."
"Normally, yes," Kristanna responded. "But me cast is
special - it is made of fiberglass, and is vaterproof. So
it is safe for me to go into da vater vid da cast on, ya."
Laughing because of that quirky accent (and the broken
English that went along with it), I embraced Kristanna with
both arms and smiled at the others. "This girl here - she
is special. Very special." I looked deep into those blue
eyes of hers and mused, "I love you so much."
Kristanna smiled and kissed me once again. "I love yew
too, Jeremy. I love yew vid all of me heart."
* * *
After dinner concluded that evening, and I had finished
washing the dishes, several of the ladies asked me to treat
them to a showing in the IMAX movie theater. With a 5-1/2
story tall screen enhanced by 12,000 watts of wrap-around
digital sound, the IMAX movie theater here on the island
offered a powerful viewing experience.
Unfortunately, we only had a couple of movies in the IMAX
format. Devon and Kristanna suggested to the others that we
watch a film called "Hidden Hawaii", which lasted 35 minutes.
It was their favorite of the features we had available, and
all of our guests came away from the showing quite impressed.
With the time now approaching 9:00pm, Torrie and Stacy
decided to call it a night. A short time later, Ashley and
Caitlyn retired to their guest suite as well. I spent some
time in the voyeur room, curious to see whether or not there
would be a sexual encounter involving either of the couples.
Much to my chagrin, that was not in the cards for tonight.
All four of them were fast asleep within a few minutes.
* * *
"You KNOW that I enjoy it when you rub my feet," Devon
said, a mere five minutes later, as she sat alongside me
upon the bed in our personal suite, her legs extended.
"Whenever I feel bummed-out or tired, one of your famous
foot massages always seem to do the trick, Jeremy."
I leaned over and gave Devon a simple kiss on the lips
before lifting one of her smooth, immaculate legs up, and
over, my lap. Soon, I did the same for her opposite leg.
"If a foot rub is what the princess wants, then a foot rub
is what the princess shall get. Or mi'lady."
Devon giggled at my words as she reclined back until her
elbows were firmly planted upon the comfortable mattress.
With her lower legs draped across my lap, I slipped her pink
socks off and tossed them onto the floor. Devon laughed yet
again, this time wiggling her toes and twirling her feet. I
grasped both of them with my hands and began to massage the
soles of her feet with both of my thumbs and forefingers.
Devon closed her eyes and sighed for a brief moment, then
reclined all the way back until she was laying upon the bed.
I looked at my wife and smiled, enjoying the content and
happy expression upon her face. It was there because of
what I was doing to her feet. I found great pleasure in
bringing Devon pleasure. I always wanted her to feel good.
Soon, I began to concentrate on her right foot. I
grasped either side of it with both hands, then rubbed the
full length of each thumb across its tender sole. Devon
moaned in response and shifted about slightly upon the bed.
"Are you still under the weather? Feel any better?"
Devon opened her eyes and smiled faintly at me. "No, not
really. I've just felt tired all day, Jeremy."
"Is there something wrong?" I asked, concerned. After
all, Devon was nine weeks pregnant. "Do you think you
should see the doctor on the mainland?"
Devon giggled at my question. "You're incredible, Jeremy.
Every time that I so much as cough, you think I need to see a
doctor." She shook her head at me. "You asked me if I
wanted to go to the doctor two times already."
"Well, you ARE pregnant..."
"No, I don't need to see a doctor," she replied. "Today
was just one of those days when I felt like everything was
going in slow motion. I feel sort of lethargic. I really
should not have went up to the lava beds with Ashley and
Caitlyn, but I didn't want to disappoint them."
I switched my focus from her right foot to her left, and
gave it the royal treatment by using both hands and offering
a double thumb massage. Still wiggling her toes about, Devon
cooed like a baby when I leaned over and planted a kiss upon
her left big toe. I followed that up by extending my tongue
and gliding it between her first and second toes. Now
looking at her, I could not stop smiling.
"What are you thinking about, Jeremy?"
"That you're my girl, and I love you."
Devon smiled as well. "I'll always be your girl. And so
will Krissy. Never doubt that, Jeremy. I belong to you and
Krissy. And you and Krissy belong to me."
"And I belong to Krissy," I finished.
"Yes."
"What a nice thought," I grinned.
Devon glanced over at the restroom that she shared with
Kristanna. Its door was closed. "Where is little Miss
Scrubby Bubbles anyway? Must be a really long shower."
"Krissy did admit that she is very sore," I said. "Just
like all of the others. We hiked nearly five miles today."
I paused and speculated, "She is probably taking a bath."
"Ohhhhh..." Devon gently fretted. "Do you think that she
needs some company? Maybe a back rub?"
"I am sure that she would not complain."
When Devon rolled off of the bed and stood up, I latched
onto her left hand with my right. "What about your foot
massage, sweetheart? I was enjoying it."
"I want to check on Krissy," she told me, turning her back
to me and then strolling over to the adjacent restroom.
Devon knocked on its door and called out, "Krissy? Honey?"
"What?"
"Can I come inside?" Instead of waiting for an answer,
Devon opened the door and peeked in. "Hi baby," she said,
looking in the direction of the whirlpool bathtub (I could
not see Kristanna from my vantage point). "You okay?"
Devon paused and asked, "Need some company?"
When Devon whisked her t-shirt up and over her head, thus
revealing her large, bountiful breasts, my cock twinged with
a sudden burst of arousal. She quickly got rid of her shorts
and G-string, then stepped forward (and out of my view). A
gentle splashing noise just a few seconds later told me that
Devon had joined Kristanna in the jacuzzi.
I waited for a minute or two before finally getting out
of bed and then making my way over to Devon and Kristanna's
private restroom. Glancing inside, I immediately smiled at
what I saw - both ladies were totally nude and nestled
together inside the jacuzzi, sharing a series of kisses.
Devon, in fact, was seated upon Kristanna's trusting lap.
When they realized my presence, my two wives broke their
kiss and offered me glittering, sincere smiles.
"I feel much better now," Kristanna chirped, bumping noses
with Devon and snagging another kiss from her.
"What do you girls think of Ashley?" I inquired. "She
wanted to give me oral sex again tonight. I told her no,
which must sound crazy. But that mouth of hers is going to
wear me out. What do you girls think of her?"
"She's a little sweetheart," Kristanna answered.
"I find that country bumpkin personality of Ashley's
irresistible," Devon offered. "And I love her southern
accent." She looked at Kristanna and murmured, "Ashley's
accent is real while yours is just plain crazy."
"Hey, don't knock my accent," the Norwegian said. "All
of our guests seem to love it."
"Are you going to keep using it?"
Kristanna nodded her head at me. "Yeah, I think so."
"I think you're crazy!" Devon told her. "Just crazy!"
"I think it's funny," I said to Devon. "Kristanna's
accent has never failed to make me laugh." I paused, then
asked, "Do either of you sense anything about Torrie yet?"
"Yeah... she's a lesbian," Kristanna replied.
"That doesn't bode well for you, Jeremy," Devon frowned.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I listened in on a discussion
that Torrie had with Stacy this morning. She claims to not
be a lesbian, but is close. She does not like men at all."
"Torrie will start to like you once she gets to know you,"
Kristanna told me. "Every woman we have ever brought here
has liked you. Torrie will be no different."
"Every woman has liked him, yes," Devon agreed, looking
at Kristanna. "It made me unhappy for awhile last year."
"How so?"
"I was unhappy last year after first arriving on the
island that Pamela and Amy got to Jeremy before I did,"
Devon told Kristanna. "Amy went to his room the first night
and seduced him. Pamela the next day by the pool. Then,
that night, both of them tore him to shreds in a threesome.
I did not get my chance with Jeremy until day three."
"You were unhappy about that?" I asked, curious.
"Of course I was!" she answered. "I fell in love with
you, Jeremy, the very first moment that I saw you. I was
even jealous of Pamela and Amy for those first few days.
They were busy having sex with you, but I wished it was me.
That is the only thing I would change about our whole
relationship - that I came to your room the first night
instead of Amy, and you had sex with me. Not her."
Kristanna looked at me and giggled. "You are one hot
chick magnet, Jeremy. I can't say that enough!"
"You're a funny girl," I grinned.
"Every single woman we have ever brought here wants you
in the worst way," Kristanna reiterated.
"He is Ashley's stud muffin," Devon chortled.
I laughed and shook my head at them. "Stud muffin? I
think the matchmaker program that Kristanna wrote for me so
long ago is the reason why most - but not all - of the
guests we bring here like me so much. According to the
software, all of them are compatible with me."
"And the software was designed to find those women - like
yourself, Devvy - who wanted to settle down," Kristanna said.
"But the program was not perfect because it matched the likes
of Lindsay and Torrie up with Jeremy. Lindsay did not want
to settle down, and Torrie hates men."
Devon looked at me. "What would have happened, Jeremy, if
I chose not to come to the island last year?"
"What do you mean?"
"How would your life be different?" Devon pouted for a
moment and suggested, "You would have married Pamela..."
"There's no point in even discussing that," I countered.
"You did come here when I gave you an invitation. So there
is no point in discussing what could have been."
"Pamela, obviously, would have never accepted the idea of
a plural marriage," Kristanna said. "I was going crazy last
year. I wanted to be with Jeremy so much. I had to tell
him how much I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him."
Kristanna hesitated, then nodded her head. "If you did not
come here last year, Devvy, Jeremy would have married _ME_.
Not Pamela, but ME. I don't care how hard Pamela pursued
him. I would have took it a step further."
"You didn't have to do that with me because I was open to
the idea of a three-way marriage..." Devon murmured.
"Everything turned out just perfect," I stressed. "I am
married to the two greatest women in the whole, wide world.
The three of us were meant to be together. Believe in that."
Kristanna giggled. "You do have to admit that we are a
very mismatched couple. An islander from the South Pacific
by way of Ohio, a sweet, innocent farm-girl from Norway and
a stripper slash dental assistant from Slutsylvania."
"PENNSYLVANIA!" Devon exclaimed, feigning anger. "And you
have to get the idea of me being a stripper out of your zany,
little head, Krissy. I was a stripper when I was 19 and 20.
I'm 26 now. That was a very long time ago. Think about
it... you were 16 when I first started stripping." Devon
laughed and continued, "That was back when you were probably
boinking the entire soccer team at your high school."
"Actually it was the skiing team," Kristanna joked. "And
I would take all of them on at once!" She offered an impish
look and added, "I also went after the girls' handball team."
"That doesn't surprise me," Devon nodded.
"You were a cheerleader when you were in high school,"
Kristanna said to Devon. "I remember that story you told me,
too. You got fucked by the quarterback of the football team
underneath the bleachers right in the middle of a game. He
even did you with your cheerleader outfit still on. Tim?"
"That was the most wild experience of my life," Devon
mused. "Anyone could have saw us, but they didn't."
"More wild than the time when you let three teachers have
sex with you at once in exchange for better grades?"
"KRISSY!" Devon scoffed. "That NEVER happened! Where
in the WORLD did you get that idea from?"
Kristanna giggled. "I just wanted to see your reaction."
She kissed Devon flush on the lips. "I made it up."
"Why do you say things like that to me, though?" Devon
squealed. "You're ALWAYS calling me a slut!"
"I only speak the truth."
"Krissy!"
"Oh, okay," she relented. "You know that I'm only kidding
with you, Devvy. You're a princess in my eyes." Kristanna
nodded her head. "Truth be told, I've had sex with a lot
more people in my lifetime than you have. I admit that."
"So you're the slut?" Devon smiled.
"I don't think so!"
"You two girls are incredible," I stated, simply amazed
by their playful interaction. "Just incredible."
Kristanna reached upward with her left hand and trailed
the tip of her index finger across my waist and abdomen,
sending an erotic pulse shooting throughout my body. She
then gave me a suggestive, sultry glare. "Why not get rid
of your clothes and join us for a bath, Jeremy?" Devon
smiled and nodded in total agreement as Kristanna added,
"Not much is more romantic than a three-way bubble bath."
Needless to say, I quickly began to shed my clothing...
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