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"Island Paradise: DevKris" - Chapter 7 of ??
|| (M/F, F/F and just about everything else)
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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"ARE YOU _INSANE_?"
That was my initial (and very animated) response to the
duo of Pamela and Trish, who requested that I get both of
them pregnant so they could raise the children together in
their upcoming lesbian marriage. Of all the possible reasons
for Pamela and Trish to come waltzing back into my life, THIS
had to be it? They wanted me to be their... _STUD_?
"We're not insane at all," Pamela answered, somewhat hurt
by my loud outburst. "Trish and I each want to be a mother.
You're the only man that either of us trust enough to do us
this favor." Pamela shrugged her shoulders and added, "I
know your life is here with Devon and Kristanna. I've always
been happy for you, Jeremy. I just ask that you do us this
favor, and we'll be on our way. If you want, you'll never
see us again. Or, you can come and visit the children at
any given time. It would totally be up to you."
"You did say if we ever needed anything, you would always
be willing to help any possible way you could," Trish chimed
in. "As Pamela earlier said, Jeremy, I know it is a strange
request on our part. But we would appreciate it. We don't
want to adopt, and we don't want artificial insemination."
"You two are beyond insane!" Kristanna hissed, clearly
more upset than I had witnessed in a long time. I looked
over at Devon, who continued to hide her face as she shook
her head in denial. I could not believe this was happening!
Pamela stepped closer to me and cooed, "We'll make it
worth your while, Jeremy. It doesn't have to be wham-bam,
thank-you-ma'am. With this new group of girls here, Trish
and I see you still lead a promiscuous lifestyle. We can go
on for HOURS with you... DAYS. Remember how it used to be
with us - last year - before you were... _saddled_?"
"GET OUT MY HOUSE!" Kristanna exploded, pointing toward
the door. "NOW! GET THE FUCK OUT!" Obviously, Kristanna
did not appreciate Pamela's remark about me being _saddled_.
It was a negative reference to our marriage...
"Oh... there is no need to be all angry," Trish commented.
"We did not come here to ruffle anyone's feathers. I know it
is a strange request. But let's sit down and talk about this
like adults. Can we do that? We're all adults here."
"GET OUT!" Kristanna demanded, her blue eyes boiling with
sheer anger. "JEREMY IS NOT A HORSE TO BE STUDDED OUT!"
"Oh? He's not?" Trish countered, hands on her hips. "I
talked to that little honey here, Ashley, and it seems that
Jeremy is still quite the thoroughbred. If he can have sex
with her and all those other new girls here, then he should
be able to have sex with us, too. And get us pregnant."
"Get out!" Kristanna warned, her voice more controlled
than before. Still, she was so incredibly angry that her
body was trembling with raw, negative emotion. "Leave!"
"What are you?" Pamela snapped at Kristanna. "Jeremy's
spokesperson? Jeremy can speak for HIMSELF." She looked my
way and turned up the charm with a sultry, glittering smile.
"C'mon Jeremy... do us this favor. I promise, we'll make it
worth your while. We'll do ANYTHING you want us to. All
you have to do is have sex with us. Over and over again."
"Nature will eventually take its course," Trish cooed.
"You can get your rocks off, Jeremy, and Pamela and me can
get pregnant. Everyone leaves happy and satisfied."
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" Devon cried, finally showing
her tear-stained face and glaring at Trish. "I THOUGHT YOU
WERE MY FRIEND! WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO EVEN ASK THIS?"
Pamela and Trish were clearly taken aback by the way
Devon and Kristanna had reacted to their unique request.
"Get out of my house before I THROW YOU OUT!" Kristanna
demanded, again pointing toward the door.
It should go without saying that, in no way, was I going
to grant this request for Pamela and Trish. While there are
many men in this crazy world who would get off on the idea of
impregnating these two beautiful women and not having to
shoulder any of the fatherly responsibilities (kind of like
a hit and run), I am certainly not one of them. The only
women that I have any intentions of getting pregnant are
Devon (who was already ten weeks in) and Kristanna.
Still, I felt the need to be a calming influence here.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think that Pamela and Trish
would come up with a wild proposal like this. I needed my
two wives, Devon and Kristanna, to cool off.
I waved my hand at Kristanna and begged her, "Take a deep
breath, sweetheart, and settle down. Just _settle down_."
Instead, Kristanna glared at me with an angry expression
upon her face. Still trembling, she curled her lower lip
and let out a loud, painful grunt, then turned and ran off.
"KRISSY!" Devon cried, quickly running after her.
That left me alone, of course, with Pamela and Trish.
"I think that if we can sit down and talk to them, they
will be more receptive," Pamela said to Trish, nodding.
Trish shrugged her shoulders and surmised, "Devon will
understand, I think, but who knows about Kristanna. I do
not think she has ever approved of us one bit."
"There is nothing for either of them to understand," I
informed Pamela and Trish, quickly glancing at the corridor
that Devon had just chased Kristanna into, then back at our
two surprise guests. "I care about both of you very, very
much. I always have. But there is NO WAY that I am about
to get either of you pregnant." Pamela and Trish appeared
stunned as I added, "I'm sorry, but if that is all you want,
you can just turn around and go right back home."
I could not believe I just said that to them, but it was
how I felt. With a request like that, Pamela and Trish had
no business in our lives, or on this island.
"I don't know how you both got here," I told them. "But
I suggest you go back the way you came. Now."
"Jeremy!" Pamela cried, closing the distance between us
and throwing both arms around me. "But I love you! Jeremy!"
I pushed Pamela away and frowned, then shook my head. "Go
home. Both of you." I thought of Devon and Kristanna's
reactions to their surprise visit and sighed deeply. "You've
caused enough damage as it is. Please... go home."
With those words, I turned and walked away from them. It
was time to locate my two wives and make sure they were okay.
* * *
I checked several places inside the mansion, but had no
luck in finding either Devon or Kristanna. After perhaps
two minutes had gone by, I simply decided to venture to our
private suite and check the voyeur room located within. I
could find their whereabouts with the surveillance system.
As I entered the long hallway that eventually led to our
luxurious bedroom, I heard the unsettling sound of a woman
crying. After a second or two of analyzing, I summarized
that it was Kristanna. Thus, I galloped down the corridor
and literally went bursting through the door of our room.
Kristanna was curled up on the bed and clutching her
stomach in obvious pain, sobbing like I had never seen her
before. But Devon, unfortunately, was nowhere to be found.
"Krissy..." I took a step toward her, my arm extended.
"Krissy baby... don't cry. There's nothing. It's over..."
"IT WILL _NEVER_ BE OVER!" Kristanna erupted, looking up
at me with absolute rage in her eyes. "NEVER!"
Okay, I had never saw Kristanna this angry before. This
was definitely unchartered territory for me. She appeared
a million times worse than she was in the front room. I had
to find the funny girl that was inside of her and bring that
person out. But first, I had to get my wife to calm down.
"What will never be over?"
Kristanna took several deep breaths before answering,
"The women in your FUCKING LIFE! They will keep coming
back! Pamela, Trish! What is to stop Amy from changing
her mind and wanting to be back with you? One of these
days, Amy is going to show up on our FUCKING DOORSTEP just
like Pamela and Trish did! I DON'T WANT THEM HERE, JEREMY!"
"Whoa... calm down," I stressed to her, my voice gentle.
I did not know that Kristanna was even capable of talking in
such a manner. "Sweetheart... calm down."
"I DON'T WANT TO CALM DOWN!" she screamed at me, jumping
up from the bed and landing on her feet upon the floor in
one quick, athletic move. "I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS, JEREMY!
SOON, IT'S GONNA BE ASHLEY! SHE'S GONNA WANT YOU JUST LIKE
PAMELA DOES RIGHT NOW, TOO!"
"What are you talking about?"
"DON'T BE STUPID!" Kristanna snarled. "ASHLEY IS FUCKING
IN LOVE WITH YOU!" My eyes went wide as my bride raged on,
"I CAN SEE IT NOW! SHE IS GOING TO BE ANOTHER PAMELA! THE
WAY SHE TALKS ABOUT YOU, LOOKS AT YOU... IT MAKES ME _SICK_!"
Kristanna paused, her body trembling just like before. "ALL
THE TIME YOU'VE SPENT WITH ASHLEY THIS PAST WEEK, JEREMY...
YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN WITH ME! _MEEEEE_!"
I was actually starting to feel sick - and very worried -
inside. "Sweetheart... if you have a problem with me being
with Ashley, why haven't you said so? Why did you even
agree for her and the others to even come here in the..."
"LINDSAY WILL COME BACK TOO!" she interjected. "LINDSAY
WILL COME BACK AND TRY TO CLAIM DEVON!"
Now, I feared that Kristanna was about to totally lose
her mind. My initial reaction was to step forward and try
to take her into my arms, as a way to soothe her. But when
I did so, I received a crushing forearm to the ribs that
sent me spiraling backward, and eventually off of my feet.
Kristanna had just hit me with brute force.
Clutching my chest in pain, I looked up at her, afraid of
what she may do next. The woman was a black belt in Aikido
and, even though I was much stronger and nearly twice her
size, I had no way of stopping her if she went on a rampage.
"Kr-Kr-Krissy..." I coughed.
"YOU PROMOTE THIS!" she spat back at me. "YOU GIVE PAMELA
AND TRISH AN OPEN INVITATION TO COME BACK HERE ANY OLD TIME
THEY WANT! YOU DID THAT FOR _EVERYONE_!" I did not do it
for Lindsay, Amy or Gabrielle, but Kristanna was not herself
right now. So she was not thinking clearly. "WHAT IS IT,
JEREMY? AM I NOT ENOUGH OF A WOMAN FOR YOU? A WIFE?"
"Settle down!" I pleaded with her, still clutching my
chest. Something was definitely wrong with my ribs.
"WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT LINDSAY AND BRITNEY WHEN I
DRESSED UP IN THAT SCHOOLGIRL UNIFORM LAST WEEK, AND HAD
SEX WITH YOU?" she demanded. "FANTASIZING ABOUT THEM?
FANTASIZING THAT IT WAS THEM, AND NOT _ME_?"
"Krissy! Stop it!"
The 23-year-old took a deep breath and hissed at me, but
at least her voice went down several octaves. "I know how
much you like Pamela, Jeremy. Oh... I know how much. She
is your one fantasy that has never come true!" Kristanna
began to bump and grind her hips as if she was an exotic
dancer. "Ever pretend that I am Pamela, Jeremy? Ever
pretend that you're fucking Pamela when you fuck ME?"
I could not believe what I was hearing.
"You've always had a soft spot for Trish, too!" Kristanna
added. "Ever think of Trish when you're with me? Or Devon?
Want me to do an imitation of Trish for you, Jeremy? _HUH_?"
Kristanna made two fists and rubbed her eyes as if she was
crying. "Waa! Waa! Lindsay doesn't want me! Waa! Waa!"
"STOP IT, KRISTANNA!" I demanded, now angry myself.
"How about Ashley?" Kristanna glanced around in all
different directions before doing her imitation of Ashley
in the softest, sweetest voice, "Oh... look at me. I'm a
good, little Christian girl. But I love sucking cock..."
She pointed toward her open mouth - just like Ashley has
done to me several times - and cooed, "Put it in, Jeremy."
"How about Amy?" Kristanna dropped to her knees and
offered her best submissive look. "Like my miniskirt? I
am yours to obey, Master. But get me mad, and I'll crack
your head with a glass vase!"
Still holding my chest - did Kristanna break one (or more)
of my ribs with that forearm shiver? - I looked at her and
shook my head, begging, "Please, baby. Stop it. Stop. I
told Pamela and Trish that we don't..."
"When will you get it through your mind that Pamela is
NOTHING BUT A FUCKING WHORE?" she exploded. "A CHEAP, SKANKY
_THIRTY-FIVE DOLLAR_ WHORE? THAT IS WHAT SHE SOLD HERSELF
FOR TO _THOUSANDS_ AND _THOUSANDS_ OF MEN AND WOMEN! HER
PRIDE, HER DIGNITY - _GONE_, IN A $35 LAP DANCE!" Kristanna
shook her head and added, "WHY DO YOU WANT A GOOD-FOR-NOTHING
WHORE LIKE THAT IN YOUR LIFE? WHY, JEREMY? _WHY_?"
I took a deep breath and tried to stand up, but found it
difficult. "If Pamela is a whore to you, Kristanna, I only
have one question. Is Devon a whore in your eyes, as well?"
I coughed and reminded her, "Devon was once a stripper, too."
"KRISSY!" Devon screamed, suddenly appearing in the room.
"I could hear you from halfway around the house!" Devon
walked right past me and bristled up to her wife. "What in
the HELL has gotten into you?"
"YOU!" the Norwegian exploded, her voice so loud that
Devon took two steps back and looked at her in fright.
"YOU'RE JUST LIKE JEREMY! YOU WANT ALL THESE GIRLS TO BE
IN OUR LIVES! YOU WANT THEM BACK!" Kristanna growled like
a wild animal and added, "You told Lindsay that she had the
best-tasting pussy in the whole, wide world! DO YOU THINK
I FORGOT ABOUT THAT, DEVON? _DO YOU_? ARE YOU HAPPY THAT I
BROKE MY HAND AND WRIST BECAUSE YOU SAID THAT TO HER?"
When Devon started crying, something inside of me snapped.
I struggled to my feet and lunged at Kristanna, wanting
to wrap her in my arms and hold her so tight that she could
not break free. Maybe - just maybe - it would help settle
her down. Anything was worth a shot right about now.
Instead, I received a right uppercut to the jaw from
Kristanna that sent me down for the count like a boxer.
"JEREMY!" Devon screamed, an instant before she was on
her knees beside me. She turned and looked up at her wife,
screaming, "YOU FUCKING BITCH! STAY AWAY FROM US!"
It was at this very moment in time when it seemed as if
Kristanna finally realized what she had done - and said -
over the past couple of minutes. A devastating forearm to
my chest and a crushing fist to my jaw. Accusations that
I fantasized about other women when I was with her. And,
perhaps worst of all, re-hashing the "Lindsay incident" and
even asking Devon if she was happy because of her injuries.
All of the muscles within Kristanna's body seemed to go
limp as she stood there, staring blankly at us. An instant
later, a look of pain came to her face as she clutched her
right wrist with her left hand. A flow of tears were next,
and then Kristanna crumpled down to her knees and started
crying. She just bawled her eyes out like a small child.
When Kristanna connected with that uppercut to my jaw,
did she break her hand and wrist AGAIN? The cast from her
original injury was just removed earlier today!
Kristanna shook her head and looked at us through her
heavy wave of tears. "I'm so sorry! Oh God... what have I
done?" She winced and added, "Owwwww... my wrist!"
"Krissy!" Devon exclaimed, leaving me and quickly crawling
over to her sobbing bride. Devon embraced her with both arms
and offered a spirited embrace. Not only was I concerned for
Kristanna's wrist, but I wondered if that earlier forearm she
sent to my chest had broken some of my ribs.
Still, I found myself slithering like a snake - trying my
best to make it over to my two wives. When I finally reached
them, I wrapped my right arm around Kristanna's waist and
buried my face in her lap. Now, I was crying, too...
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"Island Paradise: DevKris"
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