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"Island Fever" - Chapter 22 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2006
E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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Story archive: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/
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"Let's start with the easy stuff," Camille commented to
Trish, as both ladies lounged beside the infinity-edged pool
out back. "How long have you known that you're a lesbian?"
Trish, like Camille, was decked out in a two-piece string
bikini. The sight of the ladies - as I eavesdropped on their
discussion from the voyeur room - was pure eye candy to me.
Camille's bikini was yellow, while Trish's had flower print
designs with multiple, flashy colors. Trish and Camille,
with their raw sexuality, were most definitely a pair of
beautiful divas. No one could ever argue that point.
"I'm not a lesbian," Trish responded, making a face.
Camille appeared amused. "Okay. You're not a lesbian.
How long have you been bi-sexual? Can you tell me that?
How many women have you been with in your lifetime? That is,
before you came to the island?"
Trish pouted and fidgeted about somewhat within the pool
chair. "You are kind of forward with your words, Camille.
I'm not used to people asking me these kind of questions."
The lovely, busty Mexican shrugged her shoulders. "You
never get anywhere in this world unless you ask questions.
I always believe in being honest and straightforward with
others. That way, there is no confusion."
"Very well," Trish said flatly. "Before coming to the
island, I had been with two women. I had a wild, one night
fling years ago while I was still attending university with
a close friend of mine. Her name was Victoria."
"Victoria?" I scoffed inside the voyeur room, violently
shaking my head. My ex-fiancee was named Victoria. The
same ex-fiancee who left me standing at the altar in front
of my friends and family for another woman nearly 13 years
ago. Victoria. That was a bad name in my book. Ewwwww...
"Victoria and I had a little too much to drink, though,
and the next morning, she blamed what happened between us
the previous night on all of the alcohol," Trish continued.
"I really kind of shrugged it off myself, though I was not
against the idea of having sex with Victoria again. But
what happened between us totally freaked her out. I guess
you can say that it ruined our friendship forever. Within
just a couple of weeks, it was like we were strangers. It
totally disgusted her that she had sex with another woman.
I kind of liked it, though. I liked being with her."
"You said there were two women," Camille mused. "Tell
me about the other one now."
"Melina," Trish nodded. "I met her three years ago and,
for whatever reason, there was definitely a very strong and
mutual attraction between us from the start. Though I had
been with Victoria years earlier, it took me hooking up with
Melina to finally realize that I am bi-sexual." Trish took a
deep breath and smiled. "We had a great relationship that
lasted for two-and-a-half years. We were so much in love."
"Why aren't you with Melina anymore?"
Trish frowned and shook her head. "I wanted to spend the
rest of my life with her, but things just did not work out
in the end." Trish frowned again. "Actually, things turned
pretty ugly. We had a series of fights and arguments which
led to our downfall. It was all pretty sad."
"Did your parents know about Melina?"
"Oh yes, they knew," Trish replied. "My family has always
been extremely supportive of me no matter what I have chosen
to do. They may not have understood why I was bi-sexual,
but the only thing that mattered to them was whether or not I
was happy with Melina. I was, quite obviously, so they were
happy, too. My mom and dad, and my two sisters treated Melina
so well. Melissa, my baby sister, really looked up to Melina.
Actually, my whole family thought of me as a lesbian. It was
cool, though, because none of them ever looked down on me."
"But you're not a lesbian, right? You are bi-sexual?"
"I adore men," Trish answered. "I absolutely adore them.
I will never be a lesbian because I am so attracted to guys.
Even if I stayed with Melina - or even Lindsay - and was never
with a man again for the rest of my life, I'd still consider
myself bi-sexual. I could never cross that line between
being bi-sexual and being a lesbian. It's a big jump to me."
"I told you this last night, but it bears repeating,"
Camille offered. "I'm about as close to being a lesbian as
any woman can possibly be... without actually being one."
She extended all of her fingers and held her right hand just
below her chin. "I've really had it up to here with guys."
Camille shook her head and shivered as if a cold chill went
down her spine. "I've been engaged twice, but both of those
fuckers cheated on me before our wedding was to take place."
"I had a boyfriend before I was with Melina," Trish said.
"His name was Chris. I caught him cheating several times
and finally, I decided to pull the plug on our relationship.
He tried to get me to change my mind for the longest time,
but I wouldn't. Chris told me over and over that I was the
girl for him. If I took him back, I knew he'd cheat again."
"Men," Camille sighed, flipping her hand out in a very
negative manner. "If you were the girl for Chris, he would
not have gone out and cheated on you behind your back."
"Exactly," Trish nodded. "But I could never stop liking
guys. I will always like them - no matter what." She took
a swig of her strawberry drink and smiled brightly. "Jeremy
is really, really nice, you know. He's a good guy."
Camille shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe..."
"What do you mean, eh?"
"Guys are NOT to be trusted," Camille told her friend.
"Each time that I start to feel comfortable and have good
thoughts about Jeremy, he does something wrong which makes
me have doubts in my mind again." Inside the voyeur room,
my eyes narrowed at those words as Camille kept talking,
"I cannot believe that he walked out on Amy's birthday party
two nights ago and never came back. That was classless."
Feeling guilty, I sighed and lowered my head. "I have known
plenty of guys in the past who seemed really good and nice
at first. But then they turn out to be total dogs."
"You never have really liked Jeremy from the beginning,"
Trish observed. "Everyone else here is either in love with
Jeremy or thinks of him as incredibly nice and friendly. I
look at Jeremy and think of him as a friend. He and I have
had a couple of really long and insightful conversations.
He has also treated me like a true gentleman should. I have
no problems with him whatsoever."
"What about when he vanished from Amy's birthday party?"
Trish shrugged her shoulders. "Knowing Jeremy, I am sure
that he had a reason for not coming back. Personally, I
would not pass judgment on him until I heard his side of the
story. It is really none of my business, though, so I doubt
I will ever ask him. Still, I KNOW he had a good, legitimate
reason. Besides... I was not at the party, either."
"You were sick, though," Camille countered.
"Yeah," Trish frowned. "I was..."
"Amy said that Jeremy told her that he and Devon had an
argument," Camille offered. "That was his reason for not
coming back to the party. I asked Devon about it, though,
and she would not tell me any details. All Devon would tell
me is that everything between them is okay now, and that
Kristanna is part of their relationship too."
"I think that is wonderful!" Trish grinned. "The three of
them seem to go together really, really well."
"I just think that you cannot trust men as far as you can
throw them," the 25-year-old from California added. "A lot
of it has to do with personal experiences of mine. I can
never see myself falling in love with another man. I find
other women to be much more trustworthy."
"What are you going to do over the next three weeks?"
Trish wondered. "We have three more weeks on the island
with Jeremy before it will be time to go home. Are you just
going to do whatever you can to avoid him?"
"I have done a fairly good job of avoiding him thus far,"
Camille commented. "I had sex with him one time - during
that big gang-bang two weeks ago. I do not really count it,
though, since Amy literally had to beg me to go to his room
and take part in the gang-bang. Besides, do you remember
what Jeremy told us during our first couple of days here?"
"What?"
"We can do whatever we want over the course of these six
weeks," Camille reminded her. "He also said that we do not
have to have sex if we do not want to have sex." She nodded
her head and continued, "I WANT to have sex with the girls,
but I don't think I could say the same about Jeremy anymore.
As I said, each time I start to think of him in a positive
light, he does not something which knocks him back down in
my book. But that is to be expected. He is a man."
"That is kind of narrow-minded, Camille."
"How many times have you had sex with Jeremy?"
"Twice," Trish answered. "The gang-bang, of course, and
the three-some we had with Lindsay where she gave us her
virginity. I haven't had sex with Jeremy in over two weeks."
"You don't like him that way?"
Trish shrugged her shoulders. "I like Jeremy a lot. As I
told you earlier, I consider him a friend. I hope that he
looks at me as a friend, too. If things were different, I
would be REALLY interested in him. But, you know... he is
with Devon and Kristanna now. I respect that."
"What do you mean if things were different?"
"If I did not fall in love with Lindsay right off the bat
and Devon and Kristanna were not so interested in being with
Jeremy," Trish replied. "If he was not focused on anyone
inparticular, I would really like to try a relationship with
Jeremy." Trish nodded her head for emphasis. "Yes, I would.
But Jeremy has hooked up with Devon and Kristanna. I respect
that; I am happy for all three of them. So I will not allow
myself to look at Jeremy as anything more than a friend. A
good friend, yes, but a friend nonetheless. I would never
interfere in their relationship that way. I could never hurt
Devon or Kristanna like that, either."
"You're not going to have sex with Jeremy again?"
"I have no idea how that is going to work out," Trish
mused. "Is he going to stay monogamous with Devon and
Kristanna now that the three of them seem to be building a
relationship together? Or is he still going to play with
the rest of us? Either way, I would be fine. I would like
to have sex with Jeremy again, I guess. I enjoyed both of
my times with him. Neither was one-on-one, though, and I
would really like to see what that is like with him. But if
Devon and Kristanna don't want that to happen, I would be
fine with that as well. I would understand wholeheartedly.
I just do not want to cause any problems whatsoever."
"I seriously doubt Jeremy will ever PLAY with me again,"
Camille sniped, turning her nose up at the mere idea. "I
cannot see myself hooking up with him again. Not after what
he did to Amy by walking out on her and not coming back. In
my book, at least, that is deplorable. Totally classless."
"I am positive there is a good reason for that," Trish
reiterated. "Jeremy is the one who orchestrated the party
in the first place. Why wouldn't he return to it? There
HAS to be a reason for it beyond the fact that he and Devon
had an argument. Maybe their argument was THAT huge. But I
simply think there is another reason, too."
"There is only one reason," Camille said. "He is a man."
Offended, I flipped the audio switch for the outdoor pool
off. I had finally heard enough from Camille.
I certainly do not want to say that it was a shame, but
how a woman as beautiful and as stunning as Camille could be
so turned off from men was a great mystery to me. I mean,
Camille had the type of body that dreams were made of. She
stood a tall 5-foot-9 and weighed 135 pounds, with a very
thick, toned frame that hinted at her love for exercise.
With an awe-inspiring figure that measured out to 36d-26-36,
and long-flowing black hair and dark eyes, one could easily
make the case that Camille belonged in a pin-up magazine.
With all of that extreme beauty, though, it was perplexing to
me why Camille had all but swore off men. She _HATED_ men.
From what I was able to infer over the past couple of
minutes, Camille had been engaged to two different men in
the past. Yet both of them, she had claimed, cheated on her
before the ceremony was to take place. That in and of itself
was a mystery to me. How could anyone cheat on a woman as
gorgeous as Camille? Was there a single woman in all of
California (where she lived) who was more attractive than
Camille? What in the world were those two guys thinking?
Whatever the case, it seems a lot of Camille's disdain
for my gender comes from the fact that both of her ex-fiances
cheated on her. Camille made mention of both guys, but did
not elaborate, other than to say they had cheated on her.
Having been jilted in the past by a fiancee of my own (the
devious Victoria), I understand that Camille must have went
through a great deal of mental pain and anguish. But on the
other hand, there did not seem to be any justification for
Camille to literally swear off _all_ men because of what
two brainless fools had done to her in the past. There are
billions and billions of men in this world, many of whom are
good and decent. Had Camille met any of them yet? Had
Camille even allowed herself to meet any man like that yet?
Thus, I decided that one of my pet projects over the next
few days, and possibly few weeks if necessary, was to become
friends with Camille. I had no hidden agenda with her
whatsoever. I was not looking to seduce Camille, or lie to
her. I simply wanted to be friends with her. I wanted to
prove to her that there were plenty of good men in the world.
I also wanted her to know that _I_ was one of them.
It was not right for Camille to lump my entire gender
together and label us a certain way because of what two guys
had done to her. Or maybe it was more than two guys? Maybe
every single man she had ever met seemed to hurt her one way
or another? Still, that was no reason to give up, or group
everyone together in a negative manner. There are good and
decent men all over the world. Wonderful men. I should
know, simply because I like to consider myself as one.
Most importantly, how many men are out there who would
devote their entire lives to a lovely woman like Camille?
Men who would never cheat on her, never hurt her on purpose?
Men who would do everything in their power to make sure that
there was a smile on Camille's pretty face at all times?
Personally, I think Camille had to search for these types of
men. She had obviously not found one yet. But for that to
happen, Camille had to _allow_ it to happen.
Of course, in no way, shape or form am I implying that
the man for Camille is me. I already have Devon and
Kristanna, and they are more than enough for me to handle by
themselves. Rather, I simply wanted to attempt to restore
Camille's faith in men. Could that be done? Maybe... maybe
not. But I believed that it was worth a shot. Why not?
Otherwise, she would continue to bad-mouth me behind my back.
That was something which I did not appreciate at all.
* * *
"You and Devon are the girls for me," I said to Kristanna
later that evening, as she and I relaxed upon the bed in our
private suite. Laying flat on my back, I gazed up at the
ceiling as Kristanna, who was nestled all nice and snug
beside me, rubbed her right hand over and across my chest.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with the both of you."
Kristanna smiled at my heartfelt, genuine remarks. "You
know... you are the perfect man in my eyes, and Devvy is the
perfect woman. It has been my ultimate dream in life to have
both a husband AND a wife." Kristanna giggled. "That sounds
crazy, I know, but it is what I want." She patted me on the
shoulder and added, "Look at you. What man would not jump at
the opportunity to have two wives?"
"Especially two wives the looks and likes of which that
are personified by you and Devon," I grinned.
Kristanna pecked my cheek with a kiss. "You're so sweet."
Suddenly, she pouted at me in an very exaggerated manner and
whined, "Jeremy, I am hungry. Can you get me anything?"
"A sandwich from the kitchen?"
Kristanna's depressed expression suddenly turned playful.
"I need me some MUFF."
"Some muff?" I laughed at her. "You want a woman?"
"I really want some muff tonight," Kristanna pouted, again
putting on one of her patented comedic performances for me.
"But Devvy-wevvy-girl is with kissy-Trishy, and pretty-Pamela
is sharing a room with straight-as-a-circle-Camille. Lest we
forget, lickable-Lindsay is with assey-Amy. All of that hot
muff is spoken for right now. What am I to do?"
"How about some strudel?"
Kristanna giggled hysterically at my moniker for the male
penis. "You are a funny man, Jeremy! Very funny!"
"You gave nicknames for everyone but yourself," I told her.
"How about kooky-Kristanna?" I laughed and added, "Nah... I
think I will stick with Kristanna or Krissy."
"I do not care what people call me - Kristanna, Krissy,
Kris... even Krista or Kristy. Any variation is fine."
"Kristanna is such a pretty name, though," I countered.
"It just rolls off my tongue so easily. Kris...tanna. I
will call you Kristanna 95 percent of the time."
"Peaches," she smirked. "You call me _peaches_."
"You're sweet as a peach," I informed her. "Name fits."
"I'll call you _cough syrup_ from now on."
I raised my eyebrows at her. "Cough syrup?"
"I'm sweet as a peach. You are sour like cough syrup."
I shook my head as Kristanna laughed at her own joke.
"You sure are something else, woman."
Kristanna again shrugged her shoulders and offered me a
coy expression. "I'll be cock-sucking-Kristanna."
"Hmmmmm..."
The 26-year-old laughed at my reaction. "Look at what our
conversation has deteriorated into. X-rated material!"
I traded a series of smiles with Kristanna, then hugged
her. "You are most definitely one-of-a-kind."
"Yes!" the Nordic goddess chirped, pressing her lips to
mine for a loving, pleasure-filled kiss. "Hmmmmm."
I smiled. "Tonight, my dear, it is a Kris...tanna and
Jeremy type of night. You and me. I am gonna give you
something special tonight. You are all I want tonight."
Soon, my mouth closed over top of hers for another kiss.
Kristanna moaned with arousal as I soon began to grope and
massage her breasts with both of my hands, kneading the ripe,
taut flesh through the thin night-shirt she had on. A mere
instant later, Kristanna's hands were roaming my back - her
fingernails scraping my own skin in a tantalizing manner -
as she returned my heated kiss with one of her own.
As things began to intensify between us, I rolled on top
of Kristanna and really bore down on her mouth with my own.
My tongue had shifted into high gear, and suddenly I was
kissing her with mad passion and unquenchable lust.
The 26-year-old vixen responded to my strong advances by
wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and squeezing tightly.
I tilted my face to the side, allowing myself better access
to her mouth. Then, I literally jammed my tongue clear down
her luscious, velvety throat - wanting to taste all of her.
As a result, Kristanna moaned and sighed in delight.
The erotic sounds subsided momentarily as I broke off our
shared kiss, only to press my mouth to her neck and nibble
away on it. Kristanna purred out in satisfaction as she
brought her hands to my head, and ran her fingers throughout
my hair. She tilted her head backward upon the mattress,
allowing me better access to her tender, delicate neck.
"Oh yes... I like that," the lust bunny cooed out. "Oh
yes, Jeremy... that feels so good. I like that a lot."
"I like it too, sweetheart," I breathed, while in the
process of literally devouring her neck. Soon, I slid a
bit lower and nibbled on her collarbone and shoulder.
Kristanna let out another squeal as I lifted her thin
night-shirt up, and over, her head, exposing her firm, bare
breasts. My mouth went lower yet again, but this time came
to a halt once reaching one of those ripe, juicy nipples.
Obviously, Kristanna had foregone the use of a bra. I was
delighted that she did not have any panties on, either...
Kristanna cooed and sighed in approval as I squeezed that
breast with my right hand, while taking its nipple into my
mouth. I trapped the sensitive bud between my teeth and
tugged on it ever-so-gently, while flicking my tongue over
and across it in a continual, leisurely manner.
I continued paying oral homage to that breast for quite
some time, until offering Kristanna's lush cleavage a full
swipe with my tongue. I did it once more, then moved my
mouth even lower and dabbed my tongue in-and-out of
Kristanna's belly button several times in succession.
"Are you going where I think you're going?" my precious
angel asked me, a happy tent to her squealy voice. "The pot
at the end of the rainbow? The land _down under_?"
"You're very perceptive, dear," I replied, before sneaking
my head between her thighs and offering her exposed slit a
full, sweeping lick with my tongue. Kristanna's body tensed
as she growled in response, and then she dug her fingers into
my scalp once more and massaged me there.
"It's all pink and pretty down here," I quietly mused,
giving the young woman's slit another lash with my tongue.
"All pink and pretty... and VERY delicious. Hmmmmm... muff."
Once my tongue started swirling in a continual fashion
on her tiny nub of a clitoris, Kristanna's body tensed and
she let out a series of loud, hoarse moans. Those sounds of
of passion and sheer arousal were absolute music to my ears.
Kristanna squealed as I latched onto her hips with both
hands, holding them tightly. Soon, she clamped her thighs
together around my head - which I _LOVE_ - and let out her
loudest, most intense growl of passion yet.
"You like that, honey?" I asked, my tongue only pausing
long enough to say those words.
"Hmmmmm..." was the sound Kristanna offered in return.
I chuckled and said, "I'll take that in a positive way."
An instant later, I added two fingers to the mix as they
joined forces with my tongue. It was at this point in time
when Kristanna and her loud sounds of arousal became more
prevalent and continuous. Again, it was music to my ears.
With Kristanna's fingers knotted in my hair, she soon
clamped her muscular thighs even tighter around my head and
really started to bellow out her passion. Her knees bent,
she placed her feet upon my back and used it as a way to
lift her body, and arch her own back high off the bed.
When I added a third finger to the hot, erotic parade,
Kristanna simply lost control of herself.
Her screams and cries of passion flooded my senses as the
orgasmic juices flowed from within her pussy. Of course, I
lapped up all of that delicious nectar with my tongue. I can
say nothing about her juice, except for it had a very sweet
taste. But what else would one expect from Kristanna?
Once the blonde's body finally settled back down upon the
mattress, she released that vise-grip with her thighs (around
my head) and let out a content, satisfied sigh.
"Oh wow..." Kristanna murmured as I withdrew my head from
the joining of her thighs. "That was wonderful, Jeremy."
"It was for a wonderful person, dear," I said, leaning up
and offering her mouth a slow, languid kiss. "You."
Kristanna grasped my aching, rock-solid erection through
the trousers I wore and pumped it rather harshly. "Hmmmmm...
maybe it is time for me to re-pay you for going oral on me."
Kristanna hesitated for a moment, her eyes trained on my
face, then pressed her lips to mine and kissed me in the most
tender of fashions. Within my body, a sense of unspeakable
love seemed to wash over me all at once. I cannot even begin
to stress what this incredible woman meant to me.
"Hmmmmm..." the exotic temptress purred, withdrawing her
lips from mine for a short second. Kristanna heightened the
intensity on my cock, however, gripping and squeezing it
roughly through the pair of trousers that I had on.
She offered me another kiss, then pulled back and studied
my face for a moment. I am quite positive that Kristanna saw
a look of lust and undying devotion in my eyes. She enjoyed
it, too, because her lips were soon kissing mine yet again.
"Oh God..." I moaned against our kiss, as she unbuttoned
my trousers and dug her right hand down deep into them. A
sudden rush of pleasure cascaded throughout my body as she
then slid that hand into my briefs, and found the naked flesh
of my throbbing cock. Kristanna busily frigged it while
slipping her warm, soft tongue into my mouth for a taste.
At the same time, she rose to her feet, but kept her lips to
mine by maintaining a full, bent-over posture.
With her left hand, Kristanna grasped my right and pulled
it toward one of her taut, heavenly breasts. She placed my
hand onto it and offered a soft nudge, which instinctively
caused me to cup and squeeze the lovely mound of flesh.
She broke our kiss and offered me a very playful smile.
Kristanna then pecked my cheek with her lips, and trailed
them down to my neck. Shivers resulted as she nibbled on
the sensitive skin of my neck, her hand still frigging my
erection. My hand, however, seemed to lose contact with
her breast. That was unfortunate.
Then, I growled like a madman as Kristanna slowly but
surely dropped to her knees in front of me. She reached
upward and placed her right hand upon my chest, then trailed
it all the way down to my waist in a very sensuous manner.
"Just call this my late, after-dinner snack," Kristanna
cooed, pulling my trousers and briefs downward. "Strudel!"
"Oh God..." I moaned once more, as my hard cock sprung
out and wobbled before Kristanna's adoring, blue eyes.
Grinning, she offered me one more glance before latching
onto my shaft with her hand and squeezing it firmly.
"You could have this from me, as well as Devvy-wevvy-girl,
every single night of your life from now on," the vibrant
enchantress purred, an instant before opening her mouth and
literally swallowing the full length of my cock into it. I
tossed my head back and moaned wildly as Kristanna began to
bob back-and-forth on my aching member, her hot, skillful
mouth working my entire body into a hot, passionate frenzy.
Perched upon her knees here in the bedroom, Kristanna was
absolutely ravenous and insatiable, her velvety mouth gliding
back-and-forth across my erection as if it were her first meal
in days. Indeed, Kristanna was the ideal woman for me. But
the same could be said for Devon, too. Devon was the ideal
woman for me as well. Both of them were perfect in my eyes!
Sounds of pure passion and hunger were emanating from deep
within Kristanna's throat as her blonde head continued on
with its wicked, non-stop bobbing motion. Soon, I had to
place both hands behind me and lean upon the bed. Without
its support, I may have toppled over.
There were so many emotions running throughout my body at
this moment in time. The reason for that, of course, was
because I loved Kristanna so very much. I wanted to spend
the rest of my life with her! Why did it take me such a long
time to finally arrive at that realization?
Kristanna gripped the base of my cock with her right hand
and squeezed it roughly, her pretty eyes flashing with hot
desire as she withdrew its length from the confines of her
mouth. The 26-year-old looked up at me and smiled warmly.
Now, Kristanna seemed to know that she had me curled around
her finger - as if she did not know it already.
"Oh yes," Kristanna grinned, her hand now a blur as she
frigged my erection. "Are you gonna cum for me, big boy?
Are you gonna shoot it all over my face? Yes! Cum for me!
Come on, Jeremy... cum for me. Cum all over my face!"
"OHHHHH!" I roared out in arousal, as the first jet of
thick, gooey sperm erupted from within my shaft and landed
on Kristanna's forehead. The second followed, hitting her
square in the nose. Kristanna then took my cock back into
her mouth and sucked on it fiercely, coaxing the third and
fourth explosions in rapid-fire succession. My knees weak,
my entire body vibrated in the sensations. Unbelievable...
"Hmmmmm," Kristanna growled, her lips still snugly wrapped
around my shaft, as she squeezed every last ounce of semen
out of it with her hand. God... what a wonderful, glorious
feeling! Finally, Kristanna withdrew my satisfied cock from
her mouth and offered me yet another winning smile.
The gobs of semen I had sprayed all over my sweetheart's
face had saturated it completely. Her face was covered with
my wet, sticky juices, and she was obviously enjoying it.
Kristanna was always smiling when she had cum on her face...
Kristanna nodded her head at me and said, "I know what I
want, Jeremy, and you're gonna give it to me." She then
rose to her feet and turned her back to me. Now glancing
back over her shoulder, Kristanna leaned over slightly at the
waist, jutting her magnificent ass outward. She twitched
her hips seductively, flaunting that ass for my appreciative
eyes, and said in her most sultry tone, "Fuck me, Jeremy."
A tremendous amount of life and energy suddenly forged
its way into my cock. It was as if my shaft was a balloon,
and it was being pumped full of air by a helium machine.
Kristanna's words and actions were the primary reason for
that, too. In fact, they were the _sole_ reason.
"Fuck me, Jeremy," the Norwegian purred, still glancing
over her shoulder at me, her hips rolling and undulating in
a slow, wicked manner. "Come on... fuck me. Put your cock
in my pussy. Pound me with your cock! Do it! Do it now!"
That was it.
With an animalistic growl, I stepped forward and latched
onto Kristanna's hips with both hands, then thrusted my cock
hard and fast into the silken depths of her little pussy.
Kristanna tensed up for a brief moment, then placed her hands
upon the nearby night-table and held on tight, using it for
support, before glancing over her shoulder at me once again.
"Fuck me, Jeremy!" she demanded. "FUCK ME NOW!"
I did not need any further coaxing. My hips were already
a blur as I hammered myself in-and-out of Kristanna at a very
powerful, blazing rate of speed. Almost on cue, Kristanna
began with her verbal tirade, which had never failed to get
me even more excited than I already was while with her.
"GOD, YES! YES! Fuck me! Fuck me! HMMMMM... pound me
with that big cock! Hurt me with it, Jeremy! Yes! FUCK
YES! OH GOD YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME, JEREMY! FUCK ME!"
My whole body was seemingly in a different reality as I
drilled Kristanna with every last ounce of strength I could
muster. I could not believe, at this time at least, how I
could have possibly survived without luxuriating in this
magnificent body of hers for the first 25 years of my life.
Even more amazing was the simple fact that it took me an
extra seven years before I finally came to my senses and
realized that I wanted her in my life. She was an angel!
"HMMMMM... FEELS SO GOOD!" Kristanna continued, her cries
and screams echoing loudly throughout the suite. "FEELS SO
GOOD! YES! YES! FUCK ME! OH FUCK YES, THIS IS WHAT I
NEED! FUCK ME, JEREMY! YES! FUCK ME!"
The sound that my pelvis made as it crashed hard into
Kristanna's upturned ass with every forward stroke was
violent, and almost scary. I was certain that I had never
pounded her pussy with this type of excessive force before.
I was not afraid of hurting her, though. This was what
Kristanna wanted. She wanted me to be forceful with her.
Of course, we were in the most naughty of positions, too.
Kristanna's legs were widespread and she was bent at the
waist, holding onto the night-stand, as I battered into her
from behind. I wondered if the other ladies in the mansion
could hear us. We were making quite a ruckus...
"You know what, Jeremy?" Kristanna asked, her voice now
low and controlled, yet still tented with erotic passion.
"This is OHHHHH... how the rest of our lives are going to
be! We are gonna get married, and we're gonna have sex like
wild animals from now until the end of eternity. Better than
that, we're gonna have LOTS and LOTS of children together!"
In response to those words, my body received a new, even
greater burst of energy. Where it came from, I do not know.
But as a result, Kristanna was the beneficiary.
"OH GOD, JEREMY! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OH FUCK... YOU'RE
GONNA MAKE ME CUM! FUCK... YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME _CUMMMMM_!"
My breathing ragged, it felt as if my body was going to
spontaneously combust. My head literally in the clouds, I
gave Kristanna everything I possibly could in terms of power
and effort. It was only a matter of seconds before her
words proved to be prophetic. Kristanna screamed out in an
intense orgasm, while I lost grip of my own self-control.
The action hit a fever pitch once I pistoned my cock into
her swollen, little pussy one final time. An instant later,
I roared out - screaming at the top of my lungs - while
depositing a fresh batch of sperm into the vixen's exquisite
pussy. I pumped my thick seed into her womb for several
seconds, while both of us continually rocked and rumbled
together in the throes of sweet orgasm and release.
Before I knew what happened next, Kristanna had dislodged
her pussy from my shaft and dutifully dropped to her knees.
She then swallowed my cock whole, and began to milk whatever
juices remained in it down her hungry, greedy throat.
Kristanna then wrapped both arms around my waist and held
on tight even as I took a few steps back, so I could lean
against the wall. That exquisite mouth, of course, never
once released its warm, slippery grip upon my deflated shaft.
I then took a deep breath and sighed in pure satisfaction,
while glancing downward and admiring Kristanna's blonde head
as she still slurped away on my cock. I touched her head
and caressed it with my right hand, which caused her to look
up at me with an overwhelming sense of devotion in her eyes.
"I love you, Jeremy!" she cried, a thick, gooey strand of
sperm dangling from her chin in a very nasty, obscene manner.
"God, Jeremy... I've always loved you! And I always will!"
As Kristanna swallowed my lifeless shaft and began working
it over with her mouth again, a feeling of love to overtake
my body all at once. I realized that everything I had spent
all 32 years of my life desperately searching for was now -
_FINALLY_ - right in front of me. Yes, the search was over.
Thanks to Devon and Kristanna, the search was over.
"I love you too, Kristanna."
Suddenly, there were a series of knocks on the door.
Kristanna scurried to retrieve her thin night-shirt and
literally tossed it over her head and onto her luscious body.
She quickly reached down and picked up my trousers, which had
been laying upon the floor, and motioned for me to put them
on. Once I had my trousers on and in place, Kristanna turned
her total attention toward the adjacent entrance and called
out, "Whomever it is... come on in."
"DEVVY!" Kristanna squealed seconds later, overcome with
joy, as the main door to our suite swung open.
"And Trish, too," I observed.
"Is it okay if we come in?" Devon inquired.
"Devvy!" Kristanna exclaimed, offering her a fake pout.
"This is as much your room as it is ours! There is no need
for you to ever knock or ask if it's okay to come inside."
"Well, I got Trish with me."
"So?" Kristanna insisted. "Step right in!"
As Devon and Trish made their way into our spacious room,
I smiled at them and greeted, "Something up, ladies?"
Trish strolled over to the bed and stood directly above
me. "I just wanted to tell you, Jeremy, how happy I am for
you. The three of you are like a dream come true in terms
of being a couple." Trish then turned toward Kristanna and
professed, "I am so happy for you too! I am surprised that
it took you and Jeremy as long as it did to get together like
this. You've known each other seven years, eh?"
Devon reached downward and grasped both of Kristanna's
hands with her own. "You are the ideal wife for any man,
Krissy. There is no doubt about that. I can just imagine
what you will look like with a wedding dress on! You will
be so beautiful! Hmmmmm... I can see it now!"
Kristanna turned her face away from Devon for a brief
instant and even blushed at those complimentary words. It
was not all that often when someone could catch Kristanna
off-guard or unprepared with a comment like that. It was
even more rare when Kristanna blushed at anything.
"How about YOU in a wedding dress?" Trish asked Devon.
"You really will look like a princess!"
"And Jeremy in a tuxedo..." Devon purred in a very lush,
sultry tone, her blue eyes now locked onto me. "Yummy..."
I chuckled at her suggestive demeanor, but then frowned.
"I haven't worn a tuxedo since my FIRST wedding day."
Kristanna placed her hand on my back and rubbed it over
and across my shoulder blades. "I promise you one thing,
Jeremy - you will eventually forget that Victoria ever hurt
you. Even more than that, you will totally forget that she
ever existed in the first place. That is our mission right
now. Devvy and I will wipe Victoria from your memory."
Trish, whose left arm and hand had been hidden behind her
back since she entered the suite, suddenly revealed it and
presented Kristanna with a single red rose. "I picked this
for you out back," Trish explained. "It was the closest
thing that I could come up with for a present, considering
we're on a remote island with no places to shop. More than
anything, the thought is there. Consider it a present from
me for finally hooking up with Jeremy."
"Oh... thank you!" Kristanna gushed, taking the red rose
from Trish and sniffing its petals. "I just love roses! Do
you know that after Jeremy and I met for the first time...
once I went home, he had _120_ roses shipped to my farm in
Norway? Ten dozen roses! Momma and Papa did not know what
to think! I did not know what to think, either. Momma
wanted to know if I had gotten engaged, or something!"
"Every woman loves roses," Devon cooed. "I know I do."
Trish laughed. "If someone sent me 120 roses, I guarantee
you that he - or she, whatever the case - would definitely be
_getting some_ from me the next time we got together." Those
words seemed to pique my interest as Trish ended with a
cheery giggle, "I can promise you that!"
"Let me go and put this into some water," Kristanna said,
referring to the gift rose, as she stood up and then walked
over to the small restroom.
Trish waited for Kristanna to enter the doorway and then
disappear before turning and giving me her patented, genuine
smile which I had never once failed to find appealing. "I
am so happy for you, Jeremy! So happy! I cannot say that
enough! Seeing you find your own happiness like this has
really taken my mind off of my own problems, and made me feel
better inside. I know how much you want to find love."
I grasped Trish's right hand with my own, then brought it
to my lips and offered it a gentle, soothing kiss. "How are
things, sweetheart? We have not had the chance to talk all
that much lately. Still feeling bad about Lindsay?"
Trish took a deep breath. "I am doing a lot better than
I should be. It helps to have so many good people around me
who genuinely want to help. You have always been there for
me, Jeremy... no matter what. Kristanna too. Before we came
to your room tonight, Devon and I talked for two hours. It
was a chance for us to talk about how others had hurt us in
the past, and what we did to overcome the hurt. It really
helped me to talk to Devon. It was a bonding experience; a
time to heal and become closer as friends."
I nodded at her. "I know that you are really attracted
to Lindsay, Trish. But it seems like you are slowly but
surely getting over her, which is good. You need to keep
distancing yourself from her until all of the hurt is gone.
There is someone out there in the world who, when you meet
him or her, will knock your socks off. He or she will also
treat you the way that you deserve to be treated. He or she
will be so amazingly right for you that you will - just as
Kristanna said about Victoria as she pertains to me - totally
forget about Lindsay. Totally. You will be so happy."
"What if I've already met that person?"
I offered Trish a disappointed glare. "You're still not
fantasizing and dreaming about Lindsay, are you? Trish!..."
"I'm not talking about Lindsay at all," Trish murmured,
her green eyes sparkling as she surveyed me from head to toe.
"I now know who the right person is for me."
I gulped my throat. "And who might that be?"
"HEY!" Devon screeched, an instant after getting clocked
upside the head with a pillow. I turned and watched as
Kristanna, who must have snuck back into our bedroom, laughed
and snickered in triumph after hitting Devon with the pillow.
Needless to say, it was done in a very safe, playful manner.
In retaliation, Devon grabbed the nearest pillow and took
a wild swing at Kristanna. It landed on her stomach, which
prompted Kristanna to blast Devon upside the head yet again.
The quirky Norwegian quickly followed that up by jumping onto
Devon and tackling her to the mattress. I watched with a big
grin across my face as the two ladies wrestled and played
together for several seconds. Soon, Kristanna attached her
lips to Devon's mouth for a kiss, and devoured it whole.
"HEY!" It was my turn to say that as, out of the blue, a
pillow came crashing onto my own face. I turned and glared
at Trish, who was now laughing and giggling up a storm.
When I made a move to lunge at her, Trish screeched out
and scurried away from me. I went chasing after Trish and
eventually tracked her down on the opposite side of the
suite. With Trish cornered against a wall, I grabbed a
nearby sofa cushion and was about to re-pay her.
Suddenly, the back of my head was assaulted with a pillow,
quickly followed by the back of my knees. Not expecting it,
I crumpled down to the floor, then turned and watched as the
duo of Devon and Kristanna began to pepper various portions
of my body with pillows. Trish grabbed the aforementioned
sofa cushion and blasted me with it as well. My knees bent
and raised, I used my hands and arms to shield my face as the
three ladies took their shots at me. Again, everything was
done in a very playful sort of manner. This was all in fun.
"I give up!" I exclaimed, laughing. "I surrender! I give
up! Where is the white flag when I need it?"
Fortunately, Devon, Kristanna and Trish had mercy on me.
When the incoming pillow/cushion shots ceased, Kristanna sat
up and took on a rather serious expression. "Okay, Mister
Jeremy... it is now time for your sentencing!"
"My sentencing?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.
"You surrendered," she explained. "You are our prisoner.
You've been tried and convicted of being a _sex machine_!"
"He's a _Sybian_!" Devon exclaimed, giggling.
Kristanna nodded her head at me and proclaimed, "You are
sentenced to 75 years of marriage - to ME AND DEVVY! During
that time, you will _SPREAD YOUR SEED_ and get both of us
pregnant on more than one occasion! I was thinking three or
four, to be precise. That is for me, at least."
"Spread my seed?"
Devon and Trish snickered in unison as Kristanna added,
"When the 75 year term is up, you will serve an additional
sentence of marriage - this one lasting for ALL OF ETERNITY -
as me, you and Devvy live on that big island in the sky."
I laughed at her. "You're nuts, Kristanna. Just nuts."
"Just think, Jeremy!" Kristanna gushed. "Think of our
children. Why... they could have my perfect, sexy body...
and your big, fat, ugly head! Wouldn't that be a sight!"
I laughed again. "That wasn't very nice!"
Kristanna made a face and offered me some mock empathy by
saying, "Oh... you poor baby. Did I hurt your feelings?"
I flashed a playful pout. "A little."
"Do you think a kiss would make you feel any better?"
I eagerly nodded my head at her. "Yes, I do."
Kristanna smiled. "Give Jeremy a kiss, Devvy."
I was expecting that cheer-me-up kiss to come from
Kristanna herself, but had no complaints once Devon found my
lips with her own for a tongue-laced exchange. Realizing
that this woman planned on spending rest of her life with me
as well, I wrapped my arms around Devon and embraced her
warmly. I must confess that Devon really seemed _at home_ in
my arms. I got the feeling that she sort of belonged there.
"Can I kiss him, too?" Trish asked Kristanna.
"Sure... go right ahead!"
Once Devon retracted her lips from my own, they were
immediately replaced by Trish's. The kiss that Trish and I
shared was very slow and languid, but also very pleasurable.
I found myself with my right hand on the small of her back,
and my left arm also encircling her shoulders. Dare I say
it, but I got the sense that Trish belonged right here with
me as well. I did not know what to make of that thought...
"Have you been sucking cock again?" Devon asked Kristanna,
once their lips parted from their own private kiss. "You've
got cum splattered all over your mouth. I can taste it."
Kristanna smiled at her. "Tastes good... doesn't it?"
"Oh yes," Devon agreed, grinning. "Very good."
Kristanna shot me a playful gaze and cooed, "If there is
a cock around, rest assured that I'll be happy to suck it."
"What about a pussy?" Devon purred.
Kristanna looked at her and responded, "This mouth of mine
is a full-service, equal-opportunity mouth." She glanced at
Trish and said, "Why don't you spend the night with us? You,
me, Devvy and Jeremy... we could all fall asleep together in
the big bed. How about it? We will definitely make you
forget about Lindsay... at least for tonight."
Trish blushed and smiled, but shook her head. "No... I
think I'll pass." She shook her head again. "I'm not ready
to become intimate with someone else just yet. I need a
little more time before I get back into the swing of things
around here. Everything with Lindsay... hurt me so much."
Kristanna thought things over for a moment, then nodded
her head and offered Trish a reassuring smile. "We do not
need to have sex. The four of us could stay up and talk for
awhile, then just fall asleep. That would be fine."
"I don't want to rain on your parade, so to speak," Trish
countered, again shaking her head. "If you want to have sex
with Jeremy and Devon, Kristanna, by all means... go ahead.
I'll go back to my room. I'll be perfectly okay."
"And let you spend the whole night all by yourself?" Devon
exclaimed. "I don't think so! You can stay with us tonight,
Trish. Seems as if Krissy has invited you to spend the night
with us. You don't want to disappoint her... do you?"
"I love to talk," was my offering, as I looked at Trish.
"A lot of times, I enjoy honest conversation more than sex.
But I think that you should know that about me by now."
Trish nodded her head. "Yes, I do know that." Next, she
let out a tiny giggle. "I slept here in that wonderful bed
two weeks ago. Now I get to do it again? The bed was so
comfortable." Trish tapped a finger on her chin as if she
was deep in thought. "Hmmmmm... I would wager that Jeremy's
bed cost more than my combined salary for a whole year at the
health club where I work in Canada. I never thought I would
step foot in a home quite so expensive and grand, let alone
be able to spend six weeks of my life there. Incredible..."
"So are you going to spend the night?" Kristanna inquired.
Trish grinned and answered, "Yes, I am. To talk."
"What are we going to talk about?" Devon wondered.
"Hmmmmm... let's talk about how beautiful and how much of
a sweetheart you are," I said in response to Devon, curling
my arm around hers and gently pulling her down to the bed
with me. I planted a simple kiss on the side of her head
as Kristanna tenderly caressed her kneecap at the same time.
"We could go on FOREVER about how beautiful Devvy is, and
what a sweetheart she is," Kristanna told me, grinning.
I nodded my head at her. "There are not enough words and
adjectives to accurately describe just how much."
Devon giggled and playfully slapped my shoulder. "Oh...
stop it, Jeremy! You and Krissy are too much!"
"Just telling the truth," Kristanna gently offered, before
turning Devon's face toward hers and kissing her on the lips.
"You are so gorgeous, Devvy. So incredibly gorgeous."
Still standing, Trish smiled at the three of us and our
little verbal exchange. "I want what the three of you have
one day. I want it for myself." Trish smiled again and
ended, "You all are so happy together."
Kristanna reached out and latched onto Trish's right hand
with her own. "I know that you are feeling a little down
because of what happened with Lindsay, Trish, but you will
find what it is that you are looking for sooner rather than
later. Trust me on that. You are too incredible of a woman
to be un-attached for much longer." Kristanna shrugged her
shoulders and added, "How you made it this far in your life
without being married yet is totally amazing to me."
The 30-year-old took a deep breath and sighed. "I hope
you are right, Krissy. I really do. Regardless, thank you
for the nice words about me. I appreciate them so much."
"You are too good for Lindsay anyway," Kristanna said,
gently pulling Trish down to the bed with us as well. "You
deserve someone much better than Lindsay. You deserve
someone that will treat you the same way that you treat him
or her... give you that same type of affection."
Devon pursed her lips tightly together and then shrugged
her shoulders. "I could be wrong, you know, but one day in
the future - perhaps seven, eight years from now - I believe
that Lindsay will look back at past events in her life and
realize that the biggest mistake she ever made was pushing
Trish out of her life. I really, truly believe that."
Devon paused for a brief moment, perhaps lost in thought.
"After some boyfriend or girlfriend cheats on her one time
too many, or she gets lied to and taken advantage of the
wrong way one time too many... or whatever, Lindsay will wake
up one day and suddenly realize that she once had the chance
of having someone - Trish - who would love her unequivocally,
never hurt or disrespect her. Someone who would always think
of herself and her own needs and desires as secondary, and
Lindsay's as first... as being the most important."
Devon frowned and looked at Trish, who hung her head low
in response and sighed. "I know that will not help you now,
Trish. It won't help you in the future, either, as you will
probably never see Lindsay again once you leave the island.
But I think it will happen. Lindsay will wake up one day
when she is older and much more mature, and realize what a
huge mistake she made by not letting you into her life when
the opportunity was there. Lindsay will ask herself how she
could have been so incredibly stupid."
"And meanwhile, you will be in the midst of a ever-lasting
relationship with a man or woman who will have made you all
but forget about Lindsay," Kristanna told Trish, patting her
on the shoulder for emphasis. "When that person finally
comes along, he or she will knock you off of your feet."
"Didn't you just say a few minutes ago that you now know
who the right person is for you?" Devon asked Trish.
The Canadian made eye contact with me for a moment, but
soon shook her head and focused all of her attention on
Devon. "Oh... nothing." Trish glanced at me one more time,
then offered Devon that golden, 24-carat smile yet again.
"What do you mean?"
Trish shook her head. "I don't know, Devon. I don't
know why I said that." She flashed Devon another quick
smile and added, "I sure do hope that I meet up with that
elusive _special someone_ for me sooner rather than later."
I could be wrong - it has happened on several occasions
in the past, of course, and will most assuredly happen many
more times in the future - but I got the distinct impression
that the sweet and lovely Trish was hinting that the elusive
_special someone_ for her was none other than yours truly.
_ME_! Following her failed romance with Lindsay, had Trish
developed a sudden, secret crush on me?
If that was indeed the case, I could never envision Trish
being any sort of a threat to the relationship that I was
attempting to build with Devon and Kristanna. First off,
Trish had been lobbying for me to hook up with Kristanna
since the Norwegian's return to the island two weeks ago.
Trish had told me _time and time again_ that Kristanna and I
seemed to be an excellent couple. Even more importantly than
that, however, was the simple fact that no one on the island
seemed to be happier than Trish that the three of us - Devon,
Kristanna and myself - were pursuing a life together. Thus,
again - I could never see Trish trying to drive a selfish
wedge between us. She simply was not that type of person.
Still, I recalled Trish's conversation with Camille from
earlier today. As I eavesdropped on them from the voyeur
room, Trish told Camille that _if things were different_,
she would be _really interested_ in trying a relationship
with me. So, there was obviously an interest on her part,
and it was flattering to me. Whether or not Trish thought
of me as that _special someone_ was still up for debate. I
got the distinct impression that she did, though...
"I really do not have a preference when it comes to being
with men or women," Trish commented, glancing at both Devon
and Kristanna. "Obviously, I am not against the idea of
having a monogamous, one-on-one relationship with a woman
for the rest of my life. That should be apparent with all
that I went through with Lindsay. But falling in love and
marrying a man would give me the opportunity to become a
mother, and have children." Trish smiled once again and
concluded, "I cannot tell you how much I LOVE children."
"As do I," Devon concurred.
"So, I think that you are so lucky, Devon, to have what
you have with Krissy and Jeremy. I think Krissy is lucky,
too! Not only will the two of you have a woman for love and
companionship - each other - but you will also have a man -
Jeremy - as well. You will have the best of both worlds!
It is an ideal, fairy-tale situation for a bi-sexual girl."
As I sat up in bed and contemplated what Trish had just
said, a crazy thought suddenly popped into my mind.
What if instead of wanting me for herself, Trish had
designs of making this a four-way relationship? Did Trish
have visions of spending the rest of her life with not only
me, but Devon and Kristanna as well?...
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