Island Fever Ch. 34

Chapter 34: Benevolence

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Just looking back at the previous six days alone, I had been engaged in some sort of sexual activity with one (if not two) of these ravenous ladies during five of them. This past Sunday, Lindsay put on a schoolgirl uniform and used her young charms as a way to seduce me out back by the pool. Tuesday, of course, Kristanna donned a schoolgirl outfit of her own and got Devon to dress up as a naughty cheerleader, and the pair of ladies shared me in a blistering three-some.

The following day was when I caught Lindsay masturbating with the help of her teddy bear. What ensued was a very harsh spanking for Lindsay (because she really was a bad girl, you know) and, of course, my absolute taking of her in the shower afterward. On Thursday, Trish and I finally elevated our friendship into something much greater and far more intimate over three glorious hours of sex.

I participated in a three-some with Kristanna and Amy on Friday and, near the end of it, I pulled a muscle in my back. I did not realize it at the time, but definitely felt it an hour or so later when the pain was absolutely debilitating. Unfortunately, it ruined what was supposed to be a memorable day with Amy where I envisioned asking for and then receiving a commitment from her. If that was going to become a reality, it would now have to wait for a couple of days.

With my back in so much pain, Kristanna made me go to bed and would not allow me to leave it for the remainder of the day on Friday. She saw to it that any meals or drinks that I wanted were hand delivered by her or one of the other girls, and every possible whim I had was taken care of.

The point here being was that having sex five out of six days - not to mention all the many trysts I had the four weeks prior to that - was having a definite toll on my body. I considered myself to be in pretty good shape. I was not a muscle man, but I had kept fairly active over the years with daily walks and countless hours of swimming. But the fact remained that I was a 39 year old man. I was not 21 any more. I did not have abundant and limitless energy like I once did. Nor was my body as limber and spry as it once was.

Ever since the ladies made their arrival on the island five weeks ago, I had been pushing and overexerting myself far too much in order to not only please and satisfy them, but simply keep up with them. Indeed, my body had been running on fumes lately. After the latest three-some with Kristanna and Amy, I hit the proverbial brick wall.

When I woke up on Saturday morning, I was feeling a little better. The discomfort was still there, mind you; whenever I shifted my body even slightly, pain flared in my back and shot to my sides as if a firecracker had gone off. Kristanna insisted that I have a doctor flown here from the mainland so he could examine me, but I was pretty confident that it was nothing more than a pulled muscle. I was using a heat pad and taking medication, and hoped to be back to normal soon enough. Thus, I told Kristanna that I did not need a doctor.

I felt fine if I kept still, but I was such a restless person, thus it was difficult for me to do. Just the tiniest move sent hurtful tremors coursing throughout my back. I had never experienced an injury quite like this before.

Kristanna protested, but I got out of bed Saturday night and made my way to the dinner table so I could eat and converse with everyone. Never mind the fact that it took me nearly a full minute just to work my way to my feet. My back felt as if it was on total lockdown. Still, I was improving. I was slow, but at least I could move. That was progress.

It was also good to be out of my personal suite for the first time in about 30 hours. At one point, I was so bored and anxious while resting there that I actually began counting the zig-zags in the ceiling. When that happened, I knew that I needed a change of scenery. I needed to get out for at least a couple of hours.

I was also very fortunate that Trish, who had been employed as a certified fitness instructor in her Ontario hometown before coming to the island, knew how to give one hell of a massage. After dinner concluded, Trish took me outside by the pool and expertly lathered various portions of my body with a cooling aloe gel solution. Under a tranquil, star-lit sky, Trish then used her skilled hands to work over not only my aching back, but my head, neck, shoulders, hips, legs, knees, feet and even my ears. An hour later, I felt totally fresh and revitalized. That was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the absolute best massage I had ever received.

I was not out of the woods yet in terms of the discomfort in my back, but I was able to return to my bedroom without any assistance. Once there, Kristanna and Devon were waiting for me. I climbed into bed with them (as did Trish), and soon the four of us drifted off to sleep. The three ladies were on one side of the enormous, over-sized bed, their bodies tangled in a truly lovely mishmash. I was relegated to the other side and had to keep to myself. The ladies wanted to maintain a safe distance and not run the risk of aggravating my injury. Still, I would have liked to be somewhere in the middle of Kristanna, Devon and Trish for the entire night.

With the ongoing medication and another massage from Trish on Sunday morning, I felt as if I was pretty close to being back to my usual self. There was just the occasional twinge as I made my way to the breakfast table and then enjoyed the delicious meal that Louisa, the 76-year-old housekeeper, had prepared for us. I even did the dishes for her afterward.

Kristanna, Devon and Trish had prior plans of going to the waterfall for an entire afternoon of fun and relaxation, but they all seemed to agree that it would be a better idea to stay in the mansion and help look after me. Actually, the idea was spearheaded by Kristanna. She had the tendency to go all mother hen on me whenever I felt even the slightest hint of discomfort (let alone a painful back injury).

I told the trio that I appreciated their concern, but I would be fine here in the mansion and did not require their supervision or care. They had been planning on visiting the waterfall this afternoon for a few days now, and I did not want them to postpone their fun because of me. There was a bit of protest, but I won out in the end. I insisted that they go to the waterfall and not worry about me one bit.

Of course, it goes without saying that Kristanna deemed it necessary to give me a wide list of restrictions while she and her two friends were away. There were actually too many to list, but some of the highlights included no jogging or cardio work, no weight training and no swimming. I could not leave the mansion, either. If my back acted up at all, I had to stop whatever it was that I was doing immediately, and call Kristanna on her cellular telephone. She would come running to my rescue. Or something like that.

"And you are to do absolutely nothing sexual," was her final demand. "That is what got you hurt to begin with. I know Lindsay and Amy will be in and out of the house today. If you come across them, do not let them tempt you."

"Our trip to Lima is tomorrow," I reminded Kristanna, "and I am not going to do anything to jeopardize it. I told you and the others that I would take you to the mainland one more time before Lindsay and possibly Amy goes home in eight days. We have been aiming for tomorrow as that day for some time. I am not going to risk it."

"Do not worry about me," I assured not only her, but Devon and Trish as well. "I will have an uneventful, boring day."

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Unfortunately, the clock was ticking. Tomorrow would be the five week anniversary of when my esteemed, lovely guests first made their appearance on the island. With all of them only originally scheduled to stay for six weeks, that meant Lindsay would be returning home a mere eight days from now. There was a possibility that Amy could decide to go back home as well, but I was fairly confident that she would make the wise decision and opt to stay here on the island and build a life with us. It was the only logical choice for her.

I already had a commitment from Trish, so she was not going anywhere. Devon made it clear from the very outset that she never wanted to leave either Kristanna or myself.

I did not know if I would one day find myself married to Devon or Trish, or perhaps both of them, along with Kristanna. Of course, Amy could and should be tossed into that mix as well. Marriage with any of them, minus Kristanna, was not a guarantee. Perhaps we would never get past the status of live-in girlfriend with one, two or maybe all three of them.

A group marriage, however, seemed to be the primary goal. It was the pot at the end of the rainbow. This was what Kristanna wanted all along. She wanted a big, happy, loving family. Of course, it was not my vision at the outset of these six weeks to eventually walk away from them with two, three or even four wives. I would have been happy with one.

That one, however - Kristanna - wanted there to be more. Many more. I was not going to stand in her way. Why would I? What sane man would turn down the opportunity to be with (up to) four women who could easily pass as Playboy centerfolds for the remainder of his life? You could even throw their looks out the window.

Kristanna was the princess. She could do no wrong in my eyes. She loved me unconditionally and had proven, time and time again, that my feelings and desires were of far greater importance to her than her very own. Trish was the eternal ball of sweetness and sunshine who radiated good vibrations no matter where she went. How could I not want Trish in my life? How could I possibly turn her away?

There was no doubt that Amy had her troubles. But those troubles - because I could relate to them due to my very own path and experiences in life - made Amy all the more appealing to me. The fact that Amy was not perfect - at least in my mind - made her even more perfect. Amy and I had a unique, special chemistry that was difficult to put into words. We just seemed right for each other.

Unfortunately, I had not paid a lot of attention to Devon as of late. With the saga of Pamela - would she stay, would she go - followed by her sudden and abrupt departure (along with the dreaded Camille), and then my ongoing desire to fit Trish and Amy into our future plans, and the fact that Kristanna herself monopolized a lot of my time, Devon had mostly been an innocent bystander for the past couple of weeks. Oh, Devon kept busy and active with Kristanna (when the Norwegian was not with me), but my interactions with her here lately had been quite limited. At least, Devon and I did have sex this past week - in a three-some with Kristanna.

I needed to incorporate Devon more into my life and put a heavy emphasis on her. With everything else going on as of late, I had taken Devon and her feelings for me for granted. I just automatically assumed that no matter what, Devon would always be there for me. I could work on these side projects of mine - Pamela, Trish, Amy and (to a much lesser extent) Lindsay, but I knew that no matter what, Devon would wait for me. There was literally no risk of her leaving.

Being couped up in bed the past few days had given me some time to take a mental step back and really look at everything. I had been neglecting Devon and her emotions, despite the fact that she was the first woman of the entire group to proclaim her love for me and had never once wavered since. That, of course, was downright despicable of me. How could I have all but ignored Devon for the better part of three weeks?

But I wanted Devon in my life. In our lives. She was clearly Kristanna's favorite of the trio. There was a time not too long ago - before Kristanna and I became such a hot item - that Devon was at the center of my thoughts. Back then, I had an inkling that Devon would be the one to emerge from these six weeks as my bride and soul-mate in life.

Very simply, I had to get back to that point. I needed to put more of a focus on Devon from this day forward. I had to recall what made Devon so appealing and desirable to me in the first place, and then build from there. I could not allow myself to take her - or any of the other ladies - for granted ever again. If Devon was going to be my wife one day, then I needed to start treating her like it.

It was not going to be today. Nor would it be tomorrow because, my back permitting, all of us were boarding the big boat at precisely 8:00am and then setting sail for a day on the mainland. So, I was aiming for Tuesday. Tuesday was going to be my day with Devon. I wanted to take her out on the island - much the same way I did for Trish on Thursday, and wanted to do on Friday for Amy before my injury - and spend the entire day with her. I was going to focus all of my energy and attention upon Devon, and do my best to make her feel special. I was already looking forward to it.

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I freely admit that playing pool - or billiards, as some would call it - is one of my favorite activities. I consider it to be a fun and relaxing sport, although many people would claim that it is not really a sport at all. It is a great game if you are good at it, and made even better if those you play with are horrible at it. The ultimate as a guy, though, is when you get to play pool with a beautiful woman.

It is not very often when you meet a woman who is actually good at shooting pool. Oftentimes, however, it simply does not matter. There is just something so utterly spectacular about a sexy girl holding a pool cue in one hand and smacking balls with the other. Just the thought boggles my mind.

I was not an active participant on this Sunday afternoon in the recreation room, as I was sprawled out across one of the massive leather floor comforters while resting my back. But the show that I had a front row seat for was entertaining. I could, in fact, spend the rest of my day here.

For the past 20 minutes, I had kicked back and idly watched the young and adorable Lindsay as she struggled mightily trying to pick up and grasp the game of pool. With each misplaced shot, it became obvious to me rather quickly that Lindsay had never played pool in her life until now.

I was not complaining, mind you, nor did I have the desire to critique Lindsay and have her take a different approach. I was more than content to watch her stretch and exert her wondrous body in a different way with each shot, oftentimes bending over at the waist and making me wish I had that nice, taut ass of hers for lunch instead of that garden salad.

Lindsay was so young and naive that I honestly believed she did not even realize the effect that she was having on me. It was not like Lindsay was dressed to kill, either. She looked nice - as usual - in a beige halter top that exposed a tiny bit of cleavage, with a black sweater over top of it and the buttons all the way open in the front. She had on a pair of black spandex pants and an oversized white belt, and black high-heels with modest two-inch pumps. Her blonde hair was loose; long and free-flowing, and she had a pearl necklace that dangled down past her midriff. The teen-ager looked as if she was getting ready to go to the mall with a close group of friends.

"Are you looking forward to the boat ride to Lima in the morning?" I asked her, wanting to make friendly conversation.

"I sure am," Lindsay responded, leaning over the pool table and then completely butchering another shot. Was it wrong of me to want to jam my face in that sweet, little ass of hers? Did it make me a bad person to gawk at her continuously like this? She then stood and turned toward me, giggling slightly. "I guess I'm not that good when it comes to shooting pool."

"Keep practicing," I encouraged her, wanting her to continue. "Practice makes perfect." I motioned toward the pool table and mused, "Come on ... keep trying." Was my brain the driving force behind those words, or was it my cock?

Lindsay gathered all of the balls and racked them, then broke them for another round. Wow, I never imagined how fun it could be to watch that 95 pound frame of hers attempt to shoot pool. Watching her bend and contort her body was mesmerizing. Indeed, I could stay here all day.

"I'm thinking of doing something totally new and drastic with my hair at the salon in Lima tomorrow," Lindsay offered.

"Oh? What is that?"

"I'm thinking of getting red streaks in my hair," she answered, which caused my eyes to widen. I tried to envision this angel of innocence with multi-colored hair. "Do you think I would look good that way?"

"If done correctly, yes," I told her. "Nothing too extreme ... perhaps some red highlights down the side?" I paused and added, "What brought this on?"

"I've always wanted to have red streaks in my hair," the seductress responded. "It's just my mom was always against the idea. She has never approved of it at all."

"You'll be going home in just eight days," I reminded her. "You don't want to face the wrath of your mother, do you?"

"Oh ... I'll probably get the streaks taken out once I get back to Ohio." I winced in an erotic fashion as Lindsay leaned over again, her sweet ass jutting outward and staring me in the face, only for her to miss another shot and then stomp her high-heeled foot upon the floor in frustration.

"Help me up, honey," I said, extending her my hand.

Lindsay came over and took my hand, then slowly pulled me to my feet. I cringed in the process, feeling a momentary, sharp pain in my lower back and grasping it. "You really are old, Jeremy," Lindsay teased me.

I guided the young woman over to the pool table, then wrapped my arms around her from behind and placed both my hands upon her wrists. I felt compelled to help her now. "This is a good position," I said, my front pressed against her back, as we both leaned over in unison. I helped Lindsay with the next shot, and we promptly sank three balls in two corner pockets. It was a minor victory, but she was happy.

"OH!" Lindsay then exclaimed, her ass innocently brushing upon my pelvis and finding a hard, pulsing cock for her efforts. She even jumped somewhat, then turned toward me and lowered her gaze. Now, she definitely knew that I was aroused. The thin spandex she wore offering little barrier between us, Lindsay then moved her ass back and slid it up and down my pelvis.

"Kristanna would kill me if I did anything with you, with the way my back is hurting." Oh, it was difficult to say that. I wanted to take this little sweetheart and toss her up onto the pool table, then literally split her in half like a wishbone as we had mad, passionate sex together.

Lindsay frowned, but nodded her head in acceptance. "I know your back is hurting. I don't want to make it worse." Still, she offered my crotch one more quick glance and even licked her lips for emphasis.

Begrudgingly, I went back to the leather floor comforter and gently collapsed onto it. I quickly figured that showing Lindsay some pointers and techniques when it came to shooting pool was probably not the greatest idea right now. She was hyper-sexual in her own right, and I could easily tell that it was frustrating to her that she could not take care of that massive lump in my shorts right now. Of course, it was frustrating to me as well.

"You would look good with red streaks in your hair," I reiterated. "Nothing too wild or drastic, though. Just a couple of streaks, some highlights ... you'd look good. I don't know if that look would go over well with you wanting to get involved in the church and the ministry, though. I don't know of any ministers with double-colored hair."

Lindsay giggled. "As I said, I'd get them taken out and my hair back to normal once I return home. I just want to have it done, and I know I had this style once. You know?" Lindsay placed the pool cue down upon the table and turned my way, now focusing all of her attention upon me. "Can I ask you a question, Jeremy?" She suddenly seemed hesitant.