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Subject: {ASSM} (new) JAMES 20 (mf+ rom)
Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2001 23:10:02 -0400
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James
Part V. The Lake.

Chapter 20

I picked Jules and Celeste up early Sunday morning and drove over to wake
and feed Nicole.
   Nicole was already awake and surfing the web in bed. She showed us a
piece of paper that stated that she was now a Certified Paralegal, which
allowed her to handle contracts, wills and civil court cases without being a
lawyer.
   She looked happy and well rested and we all agreed, extremely kissable.
Soon the laptop was forgotten as we caressed her with our hands and lips.
She was moaning and squirming as Jules lapped her breasts and Celeste was
fluttering her lips over her body.
   I started with her mouth and traced down her body until I took possession
of her sweet cunt, coaxing nectar and climaxes from her until she fell into
a shivering limpness.
   I started telling them about the adventures at the lake but Jules asked
me to wait. Apparently she had been persuaded to instruct Celeste on the
proper way to administer one of her patented blowjobs and she didn't want to
be distracted.
   Celeste proved to be a diligent and hard-working student and her
dedication convinced Nicole to contribute as well. I added my heartfelt
moans and unintelligibly gurgles as they compared notes and experimented on
me.
   With seconds to go and the shot clock counting, they helped Celeste
nestle her tiny sex on me. With a grunt she dropped halfway down.
   It was so incredible tight and hot that I just couldn't help from ramming
my groin into her, jockeying her body on me as we cried out in pleasure. I
ground her sex on me and came in long tingling spurts.
   With a whimper Celeste rolled off and Jules replaced her on my still very
erect penis. Within minutes we were again grunting in lusty abandon. She was
just moaning out her climax when I lurched and cried and rutted in a violent
orgasm. I groaned and Jules collapsed on me.
   Finally I managed to crack an eyelid and Celeste smiled at me. "Hi lover.
Sleep well? They're downstairs getting brunch ready." She caressed my face,
"I have to stay and babysit you because I can't walk, again." She gave me a
lusty kiss, "Thanks to you!" She rolled over me and locked my mouth on hers.
   "Oh what a pervert, molesting him when he's asleep!" Jules yelled from
the door.
   "This is nothing! You think that was molesting? Watch!" Celeste said as
she tried to push my semi hard cock in her cunt. She was hot and tight and I
started growing. She was obviously very sore as she flinched each time I got
part way in her. Finally she rolled off me.
   "Oh damn! I hurt too much!" she breathed, "You got off easy!"
   "Thank you, lord!" I moaned. Nicole came in with the rest of our brunch
and I feasted on food and parts of their anatomy indiscriminately.
   I finally got to tell them about Marjorie's house and how wonderful it
was. Then I outlined what I'd like to offer her. JulieAnn thought it over
and Nicole agreed that setting up a trust fund would probably be the best
thing since it would guarantee an income for Marjorie.
   "It's going to tie up a small part of our capital but we can afford it.
The short term investments have been strong but we'll need to redistribute
the... Hey!" I started playing with her boobs.
   "You know how high finances turn me on!"
   "Admit it, everything turns you on! Listen, we'd better get moving and
get hold of the lawyer if we want to get this deal."
   They got on the phone and sent me to the gym. After my shower I went to
stock up on fishing gear and pick Amanda up.

= = = = =

Nicole drove the girls in the sedan and we all met up with Marjorie and her
lawyer friend at the restaurant that featured the fish-fry, about a quarter
mile from the stuffed animal menagerie.
   As our newly minted legal expert, Nicole handled the negotiations, which
was minimal, since our offer was already better than what they had expected.
We agreed to supply a furnished flat and living expenses for Marjorie and in
return, she conferred title and deeded over the land containing her house,
"The Eyrie".
   There were a number of apartments along the water which suited our
purposes and we rented one that included a slip for her small boat. We were
overjoyed when she offered to look after the house when we were not there.
   We unloaded the cars, picked up more food and took Marjorie on the USS
Dweebus to check out our new property, with a very proud Amanda as skipper.
   She took us out, thankfully without any of her acrobatic antics. She
nudged us alongside the dock with deft assurance as I scrambled to tie up. I
handed Marjorie from the boat and she took us up the steps.
   Celeste had been very quiet since the boat ride. She started looking
around the inside of the house and seemed very agitated.
   "Marjorie, what's your relationship to Bertram Mueller? Was he your
husband?" She asked in a shaky voice.
   "Yes... but how did you know?"
   "That beam along the roofline. It's unusual that it's anchored in the
rocks, then I noticed the post-stressing cables through it. And then I
realized it's just a cantilever with everything hanging off it - one support
for an entire house." She took a shuddering breath, "It's elegant and it's
brilliant. And only Bertram Mueller could have designed it." Celeste said
with shining eyes, then she turned to us.
   "Bertram Mueller designed Festival Hall and fourteen trend-setting
buildings. He became widely sought after as the best in suspension
structures and was a pioneer in using pre-stressed material. Then one day he
just quit his job and disappeared. He never designed a commercial building
again. To this day, they're still trying to figure out some of his
techniques." Her voice dropped in awe, "And this is his home..."
   Marjorie was crying, "Oh bless you, child. He said they never understood
his art. That everything was money and power. So we retired here..." She
took Celeste's hand, "He was so proud of that beam. Took him a whole year to
fabricate it and he was certain no one would be able to tell what it was.
But we knew one day his true artistry would be appreciated."
   "Marjorie, I have to ask this. Did he ever finish his 'wheel'?"
   "How do you know about it? He told nobody!"
   "He never wrote it up but in three of his speeches he made mention of his
vision." Celeste looked at us, "Bertram Mueller saw the ultimate use of the
cantilever as a horizontal 'wheel' building, requiring only a small
foundation in its center, with spokes running along the roof line supporting
the rest of the structure. Because there are no load bearing walls, they can
be placed virtually anywhere. Am I right so far?" Marjorie nodded and
Celeste continued.
   "The beauty is that you could build it on just about any terrain, at a
third of the cost, with the added bonus of being able to rotate it to follow
the sun, cutting down on heating and cooling costs."
   "My word, child, that's exactly how he would describe it. You even sound
a bit like him!"
   Marjorie took Celeste's hand and led us into a room behind the kitchen
which was cut into the bedrock. Framed drawings of Celeste's 'wheel'
building were all over the walls and on the drafting table.
   "He started work on one behind here, but he took ill before..." She wiped
her tears and took Celeste's hands, "Celeste, dear, I would like you to have
Bertram's notes and designs."
   "No, Mrs Mueller, I can't..."
   "You must, Bert would've wanted you to continue his work." Marjorie
looked at Celeste, "All I ask is that you use it for helping people." They
were both crying as they hugged each other.
   Marjorie turned to me, "I knew it was providence that prompted me to
invite you two up here yesterday. Bertram and I are thrilled to know his
home and his work would be in such lovely hands." She gave each of us a
tremulous kiss.
   Marjorie wanted to let us enjoy the house but asked for help with some
larger items and her clothes. So Amanda and I took her back to her new
apartment in town.
   Amanda seemed preoccupied on the trip back.
   "Er, Amanda, you missed the dock."
   "I did? How astute of you, sir!" She took us halfway up the gorge and
dropped anchor. Then she started pulling our clothes off.
   "I have the bait, did you bring your rod?"

= = = = =

Nicole and Jules were deep in conversation as they sunbathed, somewhat
completely naked on the patio in front of the house.
   Jules turned and said, "What kept you two? As if we couldn't guess!"
   Amanda nestled down between them and moaned, "You know, anybody can watch
the way I walk and know to the minute when I was last serviced by the stud
here. I'm wasted..." They kissed her tenderly and looked at me like it was
my fault Amanda had no control of herself around me. I hurried inside when I
broke out in a huge grin.
   Celeste was already buried in Mueller's notes and drawings. I massaged
her shoulders and kissed her hair but I only got as far as her neck when she
made it clear she did not wish to be distracted. Totally devastated, I took
drinks out as a peace offering and Nicole waved the deed at me.
   "Look at this. This property sits inside a protected wildlife sanctuary
and covers approximately 10 square miles of some of the most pristine land
in the country. I think we struck gold here."
   Jules continued, "And speaking of gold, I've begun a list of things we
have to get, starting with a telephone and a microwave." We went through the
list and kept adding to it.
   "... and a boat." I concluded.
   Jules sighed, "I can see I really have to work by buns off..."
   "I sincerely hope not, they're real nice buns!" I said and kissed them,
and again as she wiggled them in my face. The other two demanded equal time
and soon I was on my knees kissing ass like the best of them.
   "All this sucking up will be amply rewarded," Nicole warmly informed me,
I had progressed to cunt-lapping by then, "You are herewith promoted to
scullery slave. But finish me first..."
   Everything in the kitchen, including the fridge, was propane powered,
supplied by a large tank by the water's edge that was refilled weekly. I was
pleasantly surprised to find that a propane stove was just a more civilized
version of a BBQ and I started water for potatoes. We had also purchased
fish filet and beer batter at the restaurant, where I had the forethought to
beg cooking instructions as well.
   Loud screams from Amanda sent us rushing down to the docks where she had
landed a 3lb bass. Once Amanda got over its squirminess, her
bloodthirstiness surfaced and she had no problems handling it, even learning
how to filet them. By the time the potatoes were done and the oil ready, she
had caught another 3 good sized fish and prepared them for cooking, all the
while sadly regaling everyone within earshot the time one THIS BIG got away.
She would indicate its size by stretching her arms wide, which shoved her
saucy boobs in our faces, realizing early that that was what kept her
audience riveted.
   Dinner was a great success, due more to the occasion and surroundings
than any ability of the cook, but I unabashedly accepted every kiss and
caress thrown in my direction. The ultimate compliment was when Celeste
declared my meal worth leaving Mueller's notes for.
   "Nicole, there is no doubt in my mind I have to continue this project. I
want to start university and get a degree as soon as I can." Celeste stated.
She had also found that Mueller owned a number of patents covering
structural materials and design. Nicole promised to get the legalities
straightened out before she needed to do anything with them.
   We cleaned up to go and Amanda took us on a tour of "our" lake, beginning
at the waterfall at the top of Sunset Cove, which Marjorie called Rainbow
Head. Everybody took a turn at the helm but none of us had Amanda's skills
at heart stopping maneuvers on the water.
   We could only catch part of the multimedia show put on by mother nature
as I had promised to get Amanda home early. Fortunately school was finishing
for her on Friday, a full two weeks before ours did and the girls were
making plans to have her stay over the week.
   "Can I bring my sweetheart?" She took my hand.
   "Is he the one who talks a lot and has no staying power?"
   "Sadly, all too true." Amanda said gloomily but brightened up, "But it
just gives you more time to nuzzle my cunt!" I stared at her and she stuck
her tongue out at me and tweaked my cock.
   The conversation became much more animated after that, even Celeste shook
off her longing backward gazes at the Eyrie to join in.
   We stopped by the marina to place an order for a larger version of the
jet boat we've been renting, opting for the bigger engine and the fishing
package for our little angler.
   The owner, an older man who introduced himself as Max, came out and Jules
batted her lashes at him and he invited her into his office, to 'go over the
arrangements'.
   I took Celeste aside and held her, "I'm so proud of you. I knew you were
smart but I'd never realized how much more there is to you. You rock, girl!"
She smiled and hugged me back.
   "Bertram Mueller has always been an idol of mine. He built things to
last, without sacrificing the esthetic appeal, but was so far ahead of his
time few people appreciated his true abilities. I feel fortunate to have
this chance to see his work firsthand." She looked towards the Eyrie, "I
will make his dream work." There was quiet certainty in her voice.
   I took her hand and walked her back to where the girls were talking to
Marjorie, making arrangements for purchases to be delivered to the House.
   "Marjorie, please consider The Eyrie yours - for as long as you want, you
are welcome to stay there. The apartment is to make it easier for you, not
to replace your beautiful house. OK?" Marjorie held my hand and kissed me
tearfully.
   I collected Amanda and we kissed everyone goodbye.
   Once we got moving, she leaned her head on me and clutched my arm.
   She sighed, "My entire life now revolve around the hours I spend with
you. It's always over too soon and I find myself back in my bland existence
until I see you again. James, can you see how much I love you?"
   "Mandie, I care for you and I love you. And I am grateful for your love."
She sighed and leaned her head on my lap and reached her arm around my
waist.
   "I get so panicked knowing I won't have you for a whole week. It's like
I'm on drugs or something."
   I stroked her hair. "Sometimes when I think of you, I try to come up with
things you'd enjoy. Like this weekend, I would never have come back here if
not for you."
   "When I think of you, I just get horny..." She giggled. "And it grows and
grows until I have to touch myself..."
   "You're worst than me! Remember you told me it's the guys who need sex
all the time?"
   "That was before I tried it and got myself hooked on the sexiest stud
around!"
   "Who, me?"
   "Yeah you, you don't have to pretend. I've got it bad for you." She
sighed again, "And I love it... It's just that I've had a very sheltered
life and you have swept me off me feet and I can't live without you! Mom
knows something's up, I just daydream and sigh all day long."
   "Do you want me to talk to her?"
   Her nails dug in my thigh. "You're not going to do something nutty like
last time are you? I don't think I could handle many more of those."
   "How 'bout if I talk to her at school, then your Dad's not around. I'll
ask to take you out during the week - considering you'll be going off to
your girlfriend's cottage all next week." I sighed, "Geez, that means I
can't see you at all! So I should get a date during the week to make it up,
right?"
   "You have a point, I mean you're so infatuated with me it'll probably be
hell going a whole week without a glimpse of me. So out of charity I may let
you take me out and hold my hand... maybe even a goodnight kiss... on the
cheek only, mind you!" She started working my zip down, "Definitely not on
the lips, oh no!" And took me in her sweet mouth. She worked her tongue and
hand on me and I could only gasp and moan. She took her mouth off but rocked
her hand on me. I was squirming and grunting.
   "In fact, once you kissed me on the mouth, who knows, you'll want to
touch my boobies, right?" I grunted my assent as she returned to nursing on
my throbbing cock. "Well touch them, you dolt!" Hastily I complied as she
resumed her ministrations on me, taking little licks as I leaked.
   "Mmmm, that's nice... But you are absolutely unscrupulous, of course, and
soon it will not be enough just outside the clothing, you'd want to touch me
on my bare skin... Right?" Quickly, I wriggled my fingers inside her dress
and tweaked her swollen tip. She returned her mouth on me and soon I was
grunting again.
   "Ohhh, feels good.... Anyways, after inflaming my senses with your
licentious caresses, it will be all too easy for you take advantage of my
weakened state, to touch me... down there..." She nipped me gently when I
was slow in following instructions. She spread her legs and moaned as I
rubbed her. Slowly her hand resumed their gently motion on my swollen cock.
She added her lips after she caught her breath.
   She seemed too busy to speak so I anticipated her and slipped my hand
under her panties.
   She grunted on my erection and started shaking, "Oh, oh, so good, you
scoundrel, you have breached my defenses, ohhh.  Ahhh, oh god, I am undone,
you wicked, wicked man. Oh, god... Ohhh...." She returned her mouth on me
and pumped furiously as I matched her strokes inside her squirming wetness.
She shook violently on my hand and slipped her mouth deep on me and started
sucking. With a shaking groan I shot my come into her churning mouth as she
clamped her legs around me.
   Her shivering slowly stopped as she sucked and licked me clean. I wheezed
and tried to focus on driving again.
   "Mmmm, that was good. What a delightful scoundrel..." She murmured as she
tucked me back in my pants.
   I took my hand out of her but she held it against her panties and slowly
rocked herself on it until we drove up her street.
   "We're there, Mandie." I whispered.
   "So you'll take me out?" As she sat and straightened her clothes.
   "Yes, after I ask your Mom." She sighed and pecked me on the cheek.
   "What an amazing weekend, James. And next week I get my cunt nuzzled
too!"

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