Island Fever Ch. 36

Chapter 36: Process



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"Devon, Trish and Amy are all going to skip breakfast?" I asked Kristanna, my arms draped over her shoulders and gently encircling her from behind, my hands also linked at her midriff, as I followed her into the formal dining room.

Kristanna nodded her head and answered, "Yeppers. Devvy said she was going to steal your Jeep and take the girls to the lava beds on the north side of the island for a long morning picnic. They left about a half-hour ago."

"My Jeep?" I confirmed, feigning anger. "Devon took my Jeep? You know that no one TOUCHES my Jeep." I was merely joking, though, but Kristanna was well aware of that.

"I told you Devvy stole it," she laughed.

"But you didn't tell me about it until now. You know, Krissy ... failure to report a crime is a felony itself."

"What are you going to do, Jeremy?" the lovely 23-year-old swooned, her expression playful. "Lock me up and throw away the key? Who would marry you then?"

"I've got a couple of possibilities."

Kristanna made a face, then snickered, "Duly noted ... I suppose that you have a point there."

"You do realize that I had plans of spending the day with Devon today, right? Yet she went off with the others."

"Devvy will be back shortly after noon," Kristanna assured me. "You can have the whole rest of the day with her."

I serenaded the back of my fiancee's neck with kisses as we made our way over toward the dining room table. "Why didn't you go with the other girls on the picnic?"

Now trapped between my front and the table, Kristanna turned to face me and offered a glittering, seductive smile. "Why ... when I can spend time here with you instead?"

I tilted my head and smiled at her. "You're so precious." I placed my hands on either side of Kristanna's trim waist, then hoisted her up and set her down upon the very edge of the table. When she hooked one leg around my hip, I moved in for a deep, pleasurable kiss.

"A lot has been going on here the past couple of days," she observed once our kiss was complete. "First it was Trish and you getting her to agree to stay with us and try to build a life here, and then of course the same thing last night with Amy on the boat. And, your decision to basically set Lindsay's family up for the rest of their lives in terms of finances." Kristanna paused, then wondered, "Are Trish and Amy even friendly with each other? I don't see them doing things together quite often."

"I agree," was my response. "But I think it can grow. I know a few weeks ago, Trish was really upset at Amy."

Kristanna nodded. "Yeah ... the whole you stole Lindsay from me and are planting bad ideas in her head thing. I believe that is one reason why Devvy took Trish and Amy on the picnic up to the lava beds. She wants them to become closer and more friendly - more intimate - with each other. I think Trish is a lot more accepting of Amy as of late, with the sudden change to her personality and demeanor."

"Have you spoken to her?"

"I've spoken to both of them," she informed me. "Trish did not care for the gruff and ultra-aggressive Amy. She is much more tolerable of the passive and submissive Amy. In essence, Jeremy, by becoming Amy's Master - her keeper, her protector - in life, you have put a muzzle on her."

"A muzzle?"

"It's a good thing," Kristanna assured me. "A very good thing. Amy is much more approachable and social now. She is no longer concerned for herself, and her own gains."

"You do realize she has mental health issues..."

"Oh, I know," Kristanna nodded. "I also know that the medicine Amy is taking is helping her out too ... just as much, if not more, than your influence on her." Kristanna thought that over for a moment or two. "Actually, your influence on Amy is the biggest and most decisive thing." She giggled and then proclaimed, "Congratulations, Jeremy ... you tamed Amy. You tamed the wild beast!"

"I tamed her?"

"No one else could possibly do it, but you did," Kristanna told me. "You've domesticated her! Remember how wild and aggressive Amy was when she first came to the island? Look at her now ... timid and submissive." The young woman smiled, then nodded her head once again. "It's what I thought all along about her. Amy was a little girl trying to play big girl games. It took 31 years for someone to find that little girl inside of her, but you did. You did, Jeremy. Amy just wants to give up all control, and feel safe and shielded. She just wants to crawl into your arms and never look back."

"And of all the people in the world," I said, "the one that Amy looks up to and wants to be a dominant figure in her life is ME. That doesn't make much sense."

Kristanna giggled. "It is kind of funny. You are so passive and easy-going, Jeremy, so friendly ... I would have never thought of you as being strict and authoritative with others ... especially women. But you have developed quite a dominant side to your personality. You've been convincing with Amy, and even Lindsay."

"There's really only one thing left for me to do."

"What's that?"

"Now I need to tame and domesticate YOU."

Kristanna burst out into laughter at my unexpected words. "Good luck with that, mister!" She even pushed me away from her, albeit in a playful manner. "Lindsay ... you are going to miss her when she goes home in six days. Aren't you, Jeremy? You and her have gotten a lot closer as of late."

"I will," was my admission. "I love having her around. I wish she would stay as well, but I know that will never happen. Not only does Lindsay want to go back to her family, but there would be the whole other issue with Trish. Trish was very adamant during my talk with her that if she was going to stay, Lindsay would NOT be staying."

"That's only because Trish cannot be with Lindsay in a romantic or sexual sense," Kristanna theorized. "If Trish could, she would jump at the chance for Lindsay to stay."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Regardless, it does not matter. Lindsay loves her family and is dying to get back to them. Perhaps we can visit her in the future from time to time?"

Kristanna nodded. "Her family lives about 20 minutes from where your momma, your sister and one brother lives, right? In the Cincinnati area? When we visit your family in the future, Jeremy, maybe we can visit Lindsay, too. Take her out to dinner or something."

"But only if Trish is okay with it," I clarified.

"Trish would not go to the dinner," Kristanna told me. "She would stay behind in the hotel ... or wherever. Trish does not want to ever see Lindsay again once she goes home next Monday. You cannot blame her."

"No, you can't..."

"At least, Jeremy, it seems that you are past the stage of worrying about whether or not Lindsay actually cares about you, or if she just looks at you as a dollar sign to help her family out. I think it is fairly obvious that over the past week or so, Lindsay has actually fallen in love with you. Lindsay now realizes that she will never meet a better man than you, Jeremy. She even says so herself."

"Lindsay is young," Kristanna continued. "It took her awhile to understand that. But the rest of us ... we are older. We have been around the block a couple of times. That is why Devvy and Pamela latched onto you so quick, Jeremy, and did not want to let go. Trish, Amy, myself ... we all know and realize that a man like you does not come around all that often. We all latched onto you. Look at the sacrifices others are making to be with you."

I still did not quite understand what Kristanna, as well as the others, found so appealing about me. Perhaps I never would. Honestly, I looked at myself as just an average, ordinary 39-year-old man. There were both good and bad things about me, but I do not believe anything stood out either way. Surely, no one would ever mistake me for a male model or famous movie star who posed for the cover of GQ.

But I was not going to dispute Kristanna's assessment of me. I was glad she felt the way she did. On the other hand, Kristanna truly was the poster girl for perfection. I loved her more than anything, and there was no length that I would not go to in order to make her happy in life.

"How is your back feeling today? Is it better?"

I nodded my head at her. "Yes, it is. I took some pain medicine late last night once we got back to the island from Lima, then I took more this morning. Feels fine now ... but I do not want to risk anything with it until at least tomorrow."

"There is no reason, Jeremy, for you to worry whether or not you'll be able to keep up and satisfy four women over the long haul," Kristanna advised me. "It won't be just your job, you know. Us girls won't be JUST coming to you for sex and companionship - we will have each other, too."

Kristanna breathed deeply, then pressed on, "I think our future life together will be a lot like the past five weeks have been for you, Jeremy. We can dial your workload back a bit, per se, but I think it will be very similar. One day you may focus on me, or Devvy, or Trish, Amy ... then the next day it may be someone else. Or it may be the same person. Or a group of two ... it will vary. Whomever you are not with, there will be someone else for them to spend time with. If you decide to spend the day with Devvy and Amy, for example, then Trish and I would have each other to ourselves. I like the idea of something new and fresh every single day."

"You have always been fascinated with the idea of a group relationship," were my words for her.

"I have," she admitted. "I love the idea. I love the mere thought of being with a different person every single day. But that does not mean I would love you any more or less, Jeremy, if our relationship was one-on-one. Be it one-on-one, or with three other girls, I still love you the same. I would still focus on you ... and YOU would be MY center. You are my center ... just as you say I am yours. I just ... you know I am girl-crazy, Jeremy. You know that."

I chuckled and shook my head at her. "My intention in bringing all of these girls to the island was NOT to emerge from these six weeks with the possibility of one day having FOUR wives. I just wanted one. I'd be happy with one."

"You may never take that extra step with Devvy, Trish and Amy. You may never actually marry them, Jeremy. They may just stick around and be girlfriends for you. Me, though ... I WILL marry Devvy. She and I are tying the knot shortly after you and I do, Jeremy." Kristanna smiled brightly and cooed, "That reminds me ... you and I should get married next month when we visit my family in Norway."

"I already figured you would say that, Krissy. I would be honored to marry you in front of your friends and family; in your native country - your back yard, so to speak..."

Kristanna crinkled her nose and giggled, then kissed me flush on the lips and chirped, "Did you ever think, Jeremy, in your wildest dreams that you would one get married in the greatest country in the whole, wide world? Norway?"

I shook my head and answered, "Can't say that I did."

"Mid-August," Kristanna proclaimed. "I say you and I get married in the middle of August. That gives us five weeks to prepare and get everything ready."

"Whatever you want, sweetheart, it's fine with me."

"Oh ... look at that," Kristanna said, suddenly glancing over my shoulder. "Hi, baby."

I turned and found myself delighted by the wondrous sight of Lindsay. Dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt (with the logo of a punk rock band that I had never heard of on it), the 18-year-old had on a stylish pair of sunglasses, but they were propped high on her forehead and thus, not shielding her eyes. As usual, Lindsay never ceased to amaze. She looked absolutely divine.

"Hi Krissy. Hi Jeremy," she greeted back. "Is it time for breakfast yet? I'm hungry."

Kristanna dropped down from the edge of the dining room table, then made her way over to Lindsay and promptly planted a long, tongue-laced kiss directly upon her lips. Obviously not expecting that, Lindsay took a step back once it was over and her face blushed brightly in response.

"I love your hair," Kristanna murmured, motioning toward the sassy red streaks that seamlessly blended with her blonde tresses. "Did you wash it yet this morning?"

Lindsay smiled faintly, then shook her head. "Not yet. Not until later. I think it looks perfect now. I don't want to mess up what they did at the salon yesterday."

"Devvy, Trish and Amy went out for a morning picnic," Kristanna said to Lindsay. "Jeremy and I told Louisa not to worry about making breakfast this morning." Lindsay pouted as Kristanna continued, "But you're hungry? I think we can find something nice and juicy for you to munch on."

"Oh? What's that?"

Kristanna looked over at me for a brief second, then re-focused all of her attention upon Lindsay. "I know that Jeremy over there has had a bad and achy back the past couple of days, honey, but have you had the chance to properly thank him for what he volunteered to do for you and your family?"

"I've thanked him a million times since Sunday."

"No," Kristanna countered, defiant. "I mean, REALLY thank him. You know..." The Norwegian made a fist, then brought it close to her mouth and began making oral sex motions with it. My eyes wide at the idea, Lindsay's face reddened yet again. "I bet you haven't had the chance to thank him properly yet."

Lindsay glanced my way, then licked her lips at the prospects. "No, I haven't."

"Would you like to?" Kristanna wondered, suddenly taking Lindsay by the hand and guiding her over toward me.

"I don't want to hurt his back, or anything," she fretted. My God, what a sweetheart Lindsay was...

"Oh, you won't hurt his back," Kristanna insisted. "Not just sucking his cock. He feels better today, anyway." She patted Lindsay's little ass and encouraged her, "C'mon, baby. I know how much you want to thank Jeremy for everything he has done for you. And I know how much you LOVE sucking cock. Why don't you get down on your knees and thank him properly?"

"Would you like that, Jeremy?" Lindsay inquired, shedding her sunglasses and putting them off to the side.

"Very much so," I eagerly replied, my shaft already thick and bulging within my trousers.

"Can we go into the den?" was Lindsay's only request. "I don't know why, but the dining room floor hurts my knees."

"Oh, you poor thing," Kristanna swooned, already guiding Lindsay out of the dining room by hand. Of course, I was quick to follow. I would have been a fool not to.

With her free hand, Lindsay reached back and snatched one of my own. We now had a three-person train chugging along.

"Best of all, honey," Kristanna proclaimed, "I'm going to be there and watch you thank Jeremy for his generosity..."

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Gripping the length of my cock with her little, manicured hand, Lindsay smiled at me and offered it a good, hard squeeze. Moments after I allowed her and Kristanna to lead me out of the dining room, I was now in the den with Lindsay on her knees in front of me. The sweet-as-silk teen-ager was so eager to perform oral sex on me that she immediately dropped down to her knees once we first entered the den. Thus, I found myself floating somewhere high on cloud nine.

"Hmmmmm ... that feels so good," I moaned out loud, as the little angel palmed my testicles with her left hand and gently caressed them. I kept my gaze locked on Lindsay as she licked and swiped at the tip of my cock with her tongue.

Eventually, Lindsay slipped my pulsating shaft between those moist, red lips, and took half of it into her mouth. I momentarily closed my eyes and sighed contently, reveling in the feel of her warm, luscious mouth.

Seated on the edge of the sofa, I growled out in ecstasy once Lindsay, who was nestled atop her knees in front of me, locked eyes with me and offered a hot, vampish expression. Her blonde head was already bobbing back-and-forth as she fit more of my erection into her hungry mouth. Those glossy lips of hers were providing just the right amount of heat and friction as she feasted away upon my hard shaft.

"I wanna suck your cock from now until the end of time!" she exclaimed, momentarily withdrawing it from her mouth and swiping away at my testicles. "Hmmmmm ... it tastes so good! And it feels so good in my mouth!" With those words, back in it went. In the span of just five short weeks, Lindsay's little mouth had already become a bona-fide suck machine. Best of all, I was the lone beneficiary!

I could feel an orgasm brewing somewhere inside of me. With the feel of that warm, wet mouth upon my cock, as it sucked away for dear life, I was being driven insane.

Apparently, Lindsay sensed that I was extremely close to the edge of release. Thus, she decided to increase the speed and ferocity of her oral work. Lindsay added fuel to the already burning inferno as she flicked her tongue in rapid-fire succession across the underside of my cock.

I grunted as thick globs of sperm jettisoned outward from my shaft and directly into Lindsay's hungry, awaiting mouth. She guzzled my juice down her throat, relishing in its taste. Seconds later, however, the steady flow of sperm got to be too much for Lindsay to handle. She grabbed her throat with her right hand and choked momentarily, allowing my cock to slip free from within the glorious clutches of her mouth.

"No!" Lindsay squealed in disgust, upset with herself. She wiped away some of the excess sperm from her chin and whined, "I can't believe I wasn't able to swallow your whole load down." Lindsay licked her hand dry and added, "I want to get to the point where I never choke on it again."

"Good girls truly do swallow it all," came Kristanna's voice from off to the side of us.

My precious fiancee was standing in the doorway to the den, her dazzling, penetrating eyes surveying not only me, but Lindsay as well. She had a look, or an aura, about her. She was done watching, and wanted in on some of the action.

What was there not to appreciate about Kristanna and the way she looked? The 23-year-old may not possess the shapely curves that Devon, Trish and Amy were so famous for, but she more than made up for it with a raw, athletic sexuality that was second to none. Kristanna was so lean and physically fit that she could easily pass for an Olympic athlete. She was a workout warrior to the highest degree - doing aerobics and exercises every single day, and constantly pushing herself to greater lengths in her practice of the martial arts.

Despite her intense daily physical regime, Kristanna still maintained every last fiber of her femininity - and had plenty left over. She was the type of woman that you could see on the cover of a fitness magazine wearing a bikini one week, then have a smiling head shot upon a cosmetics magazine the next. She was that beautiful, and dare I say, versatile.

Kristanna was also living proof that a woman did not need considerable, top-heavy curves to be considered a goddess. She measured out to a humble and very demure 34b-22-30, but would not look right any other way. Kristanna's indelible face, her taut figure, that perfect complexion and oh ... those legs. Those long, long legs. Whenever she had them on display - which, thankfully, was quite often - I found it rather difficult to tear my gaze away from them.

"Sometimes it's hard to swallow a big load like that," Lindsay said in defense of herself to Kristanna.

Kristanna's eyes were mostly trained upon Lindsay as she stood at the entrance to the den, but the enchantress glanced up long enough to offer me a very sultry, steamy look. An instant later, though, she focused upon Lindsay once again.

Kristanna began moving toward us in a leisurely fashion. "I want to lick your pussy, honey, and make you scream in orgasm." She closed the short distance between them and then sunk down to her knees beside Lindsay. "Did you enjoy sucking Jeremy's cock? My husband-to-be's cock?"