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Subject: {ASSM} (new) JAMES 27 (mf+ rom)
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James
Part VI. The Eyrie.

Chapter 27


The sun was just over the horizon when I woke. Amanda was sleeping on my
stomach and Jules was draped over my chest. On my other side, Celeste was
sitting on the bed pulling on her jeans. She moaned softly as I slipped my
hand under her sweatshirt.
   "'Morning, love." I whispered, "Where're you going?"
   She leaned down to kiss me. "Good morning. I'm going to see the 'wheel'."
   "Wait, I'll come with you..." I gently deposited Jules and Amanda on the
bed and they curled up against each other as I pulled my shorts on.
   We went down the two steps to the landing where the stairs turned down to
the living room. There was a low door set into the wall, made from the same
dark wood as the house and difficult to notice.
   It opened out onto a rocky path leading east, about 5 feet in from a
vertical drop to the water 40 feet below.
   The path went on another 30 feet to a cleared area some 50 ft across. In
its center was a small cement block, 4 feet on a side and 2 ft high. Celeste
took my hand and we walked up to it.
   "The hub," Celeste stated, "Six feet foundation into bedrock. Mueller was
planning to build a 40ft wheel here, with a small overhang over the ledge.
There would have been a bedroom, a study and kitchen and dining area, and he
could have added a second storey if he needed it." She hugged me and leaned
her head on me, "And we're gonna make it happen, OK James?"
   I nodded, speechless from the grandeur of Celeste's vision. Celeste
sighed and looked dreamily around, the finished building taking shape in her
head. I followed as she drew lines in the dirt.
   "This is the entrance, the kitchen is to the right, and the living area
on the left, where the best view is, we can put laminated polycarbonate all
along here so we can really see out. We'll leave the bedroom out, that can g
o on the second floor, if and when we need it. Maybe two bathrooms, certain
members like to hog it..." She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling.
   "Oh and the best part!" She dragged me back to the hub, "We'll be able to
put a central fireplace in the hub, that way, every room can enjoy it. Isn't
that something?" I hugged her as she leaned against me.
   "Where would Mueller have put the bedroom? You think?" I asked.
   "Oh definitely here, he liked the morning sun..." I held her and kissed
her, reaching for her breast as I pulled her down on me.
   "Would you like to try it out for size?"
   "Oh, you're incorrigible! Watch out, there're rocks here!" She pulled her
sweatshirt off and wedged it under my head. She removed her pants and tried
to fit me in her. "Ahhhh, dry..."
   "Come up here.." She turned to allow me to lick her sweet sex as she
sprawled over my groin and nursed my penis in her mouth.
   "Uhmmm, I'm ready now..." She switched positions and nestled her hot
tightness over me. Her golden hair flamed and lit her face up as she
squatted over me and slowly inserted me in her.
   "Ohhhh, yessss." as she began slowly moving over me in long, full
strokes. Her breast swayed and glowed where the sun's rays hit it. I reached
out and she leaned so I can caress them as she looked tenderly at me and
smiled. Slowly her eyes closed and she leaned on me as we shook in our
rapture.
   Later we stood hand in hand at the edge of the cliff. The lake laid at
our feet and through the morning haze, we could see almost to the ocean. She
shivered and I hugged her to me.
   She whispered, "Oh James, it's so beautiful..." She kissed me. I held her
as we watched the sun dissolve the mist and breathe life into the earth
below.
   It was past seven before we went back inside and woke the others for
breakfast. I made sausages, eggs and pancake - I was getting so good in the
kitchen I scare myself.
   We were still eating when Nicole called from the car to tell us they were
on their way. We had to hurry to meet them at the marina.
   Amanda and I shared the captain's seat as she conn'd the cruiser. She
took us out a bit and cranked in all 400 horses on the 8-liter engine,
roaring us across the lake, she was tweaking the trim and tilt controls to
milk every bit of speed out of the heavy boat. The hull was barely touching
the surface and twitched with every wave or wake we crossed, which Amanda
coolly handled.
   I leaned in her ear and said, "You'd better not try anything funny, or
I'll yank the 'deadman'!" I could tell she was trying to get us fast enough
to do another gyro, but a 3 ton boat is not by any stretch of the
imagination a good candidate to stand on its tail. Amanda blushed and
pinched me.
   Jules and Celeste were clutching each other in the other seat, hair
flying and screaming their delight, not realizing how close they had come to
an actual out-of-body experience.
   The rest of the trip was uneventful, if 5800lbs of boat hurtling at 45
mph across a 20 mile timber strewn lake could be called uneventful, but,
aside from swamping the boat ramps and the parking lot of the marina with
our wake, Amanda got us there safely and in record time.
   Mr VP was jumping up and down - he was either horrified Amanda was going
to trash his precious boat or he'd found out about Jules and Amanda doing
their thing in the cabin yesterday. At the very least he would be furious
for having his silk suit soaked by the boat. Amanda was in for some heavy
shit.
   We tied up and sure enough Peter came charging towards Amanda, slowing
only to gape at Jules before turning and waving this big billy club at us.
   "Look at this! You were going 46.9mph!" The club was a radar gun he had
been using to measure our speed as we came in. "That's 4 mph over our lab
tests - and that was with a wet hull!" Meaning one that had been hand sanded
and goop applied to minimize friction. He wanted Amanda to show him how she
accomplished that.
   Jules stepped in and said, "Peter, we can't allow our engineering staff
to divulge their methods unless we have a firm contract in hand, you should
know that!"
   Fortunately, our legal department had just pulled in, who, after I had
carefully kissed to verify her credentials, adjourned with Jules and a very
befuddled VP of PR to his trailer.
   I greeted Sara and Brenda with equal gusto but they appeared to prefer
trading gossip with Celeste and Amanda to what I had in mind.
   Todd trotted up and pulled me aside, "Are there more girls in your
stable?"
   "Just one more, she's away this week."
   "And those two," indicating Brenda and Sara, "They know anything about
boats?"
   "Sure, they're good with boats and Brenda, the redhead, is a springboard
diver and also water-skis." Todd's eyes glowed as I spoke, and was rubbing
his hands in glee when I finished.
   "Er, I suppose I have to speak with JulieAnn about securing their
services?" He scurried off before I had finished nodding.
   "What was that about?" Amanda came up with the girls.
   "Todd wanted to know if Sara and Bren are as easy as the two of you."
   "And...?"
   "I told him they're worse. Say 'hello' and they're spread-eagled on the
ground!"
   Amanda and Celeste started chortling and hugging each other as the other
two look on, bewildered.
   "James, say hello!" Amanda yelled.
   "Hello..."
   Amanda and Celeste flopped on the ground, arms open and legs wide and
bent, hips grinding lewdly, with the look of absolute lust on their faces.
   "James... Please... I NEED you..." Celeste moaned, humping her groin at
me. I started panting, I could almost see their heaving breasts and
beckoning pussies through their suits.
   Sara leaned against me, "God, that is OBSCENE! It's downright
pornographic!"
   Brenda backed up and ground her ass on me. "And I just soaked my
panties!"
   Kelly and a few of the photographers were standing at the breakfast table
and a couple of them hurriedly went for their cameras.
   "OK girls, get up before the police arrests you!" Reluctantly they let
Sara and Brenda help them up, giggling weakly in their embrace.
   "How do you train them to do that?" Kelly asked, awestruck.
   "They're naturally talented, I'm just good at finding them and bringing
it out of them..."
   Amanda giggled, "James is too modest, he's work long and hard to put it
in us in the first place!"
   "But only ten minutes at a time!" Sara laughed out.
   Celeste came up and shouldered Kelly away from me, I leaned across and
said, "And they're possessive as hell!" Celeste took the chance to grab my
head and smother it in her breasts.
   Kelly held up her hands, "Peace, girls, I wasn't trying to trespass, I'm
just fascinated by your arrangements! And all of you..."
   "We belong to him." Brenda stated as Sara nodded fiercely and, to prove
her point, grabbed my face in a wet kiss.
   Amanda went up to Kelly and started walking her to the makeup trailer,
"Why don't you do your magic on Celeste and me and we'll try and explain it
to you?"
   Celeste released me and said, "Watch him, they're all after him and he's
got no willpower. No freaking willpower whatsoever!" She look at me sadly
and turned away.
   "What if I have to go to the bathroom?" I said as they each captured an
arm with their bodies.
   "Do you want me to aim for you while we go peepee, dear?" Sara blinked at
me.
   "I'll shake it for you, OK sweetie?" Brenda offered brightly.
   They sat me on the ground, Brenda holding me from behind while Sara sat
between my legs gripping my arms around her, surrounding me with their
bodies. I sighed and made the most of my captivity.
   They told me to tell them EVERYTHING about the previous day's shoot and I
got to the part about Amanda's trick to make them laugh for the
photographers.
   "Wait," Sara giggled, "Was it like this?" she turned and pulled a face,
uncannily similar to Amanda's. Brenda was draped over me, wheezing
helplessly.
   Sara and Brenda were still hanging on and laughing weakly when Jules and
Nicole returned, with Todd and Peter following closely. I swear, if they had
tails they'd be wagging them.
   "Oh, Nicole!" Giggled Sara, "Who does this remind you of?" And did her
drooling face.
   Nicole stared at her, looked at me, turned red and burst out laughing
against JulieAnn's shoulder. They all started cackling and stamping their
feet, as soon as one stopped, she'd look at me and start all over again.
   I looked at the boys and gave them my "Women!" shrug and they shrugged
sympathetically back at me.
   Finally, Nicole wiped her eyes and came up to me, "Forgive me, my
knight..." And gave me a long, soft kiss. By the time I regained
consciousness, I had forgotten what I was supposed to forgive her for.
   Todd was equally impressed, "Is she..."
   "Nicole is his Princess!" Sara said proudly as Nicole leaned her head on
me, hand across my stomach.
   "Er, Nicole, you really should get into modeling!"
   She shook her head, smiling, "I'm only interested in making one man
happy." and rubbed my tummy.
   All eyes turned to the trailer when Amanda stepped out. Despite having
seen her in her splendor all day yesterday I was still transfixed by how
mature and stunningly sexy she looked. The effect was universal, everyone
stood wide-eyed as she slinked up to us.
   Holding my face, she kissed me and whispered, "I want to fuck you." I
started shaking and was ready to oblige her that instant but she had turned
to the others and twinkled, "What's up? Did I miss anything?" Everybody
started talking at once while Nicole held on to me and stared.
   Jules went to get made up as Nicole filled us in. Peter's engineers would
be rigging sensors on the cruiser and if Amanda could duplicate her trick of
squeezing 4 mph out of the 'dirty' hull, they would hire her and JamPC as
consultants to do long-term testing on their new models, starting with the
20' bowrider, which she can use until they send her another one to evaluate.
   Amanda was overjoyed, finally getting a chance to get a boat she can pull
stunts on, and one that had 'loungers' instead of just astroturf.
   "Can you add the fish package as well?" I said. Peter hurriedly agreed.
   In addition, Amanda, Celeste and Jules now had an exclusive contract as
'spokespersons' with Peter's company that included the cabin cruiser as a
retainer.
   "And Todd would like Sara and Brenda to do a shoot with him in two weeks.
And James, you're going too!" Peter was crestfallen, he had no more aces up
his sleeve and the girls had landed a lucrative deal with his competition.
   I was then informed that my devastatingly good looks was no longer
required for the shoot, so I took Nicole, Sara and Brenda out in the Jet
boat.
   We went to the middle of the lake and dropped anchor. Nicole unwrapped
her caftan thing and she had a white one-piece swimsuit underneath. I
started applying sunblock on her, with both hands and most other parts of my
anatomy.
   Both Sara and Brenda had brought their suits separately and were helping
each other change into them while lying, hopefully out of plain sight, on
the bottom of the boat, complaining that the changeroom was too small and
stuffy for both of them to use at once.
   "Hello, James!" Sara called brightly.
   "Er, hello!"
   Like minks in heat they started squirming on the ground, arms and legs
opened, pelvis pumping in an all-too-obvious invitation, grunting their
lust. This time there was NOTHING covering their heaving breasts and wetly
beckoning pussies.
   Brenda licked her fingers and started rubbing herself. Sara ventured a
finger in herself and gasped softly, looking at us through fiercely slitted
eyes.
   Nicole buried her face on my shoulder, "Oh my GOD, what ARE they doing?!
I can't look!" And looked.
   "Nicole... I want you..." Sara crooked a glistening finger at her and in
a daze Nicole stumbled forward. Sara pulled her down in a kiss and Brenda
ripped Nicole's suit smoothly off her, latching her face at Nicole's cunt.
Their hands teasing her breasts and nipples mercilessly as Nicole bleated
and thrashed helplessly.
   Sara pulled Nicole's face off hers. She looked at me and my quivering
hardon and licked her lips, "Are you perhaps waiting for an engraved
invitation?"
   In an hour, I had friction burns all over my body from the pounding it
took on the astroturf. The girls were all stacked up on me and now and then
one of them would moan and squirm around to find a better spot on my body.
   Finally Sara dragged Nicole off and sank into a seat. Brenda was
peacefully napping on me, her sweet little cunt still nestled on my chin. I
moved Brenda to the bench where she's done all her sleeping lately before I
collapsed again.
   "Can somebody call room service and get a couple of cold drinks?" Nicole
moaned. "I need water!"
   "What's wrong with the stuff all around you?"
   "It's a LAKE! With THINGS in it!"
   "Nicole - it's good clean water. I haven't pee'd in it since yesterday!"
   "Ewwww, gross! Now I can't even swim here anymore!"
   "Nicole, you've got to get out more..." I helped her over to the tiny
sink and she started gulping the lukewarm water directly from the tap.
   "I filled it with lake water this morning." I grinned as she looked
murderously at me.
   Finally, we convinced her to go skinny dipping with us to get rid of all
the goo that had crusted over our bodies. We had to
cross-our-hearts-and-hoped-to-die that we had never pee'd in the water and I
promised her I would lick every drop of water that landed on her face. We
splashed her a lot.
   We laid in the sun to dry ourselves as Sara and Brenda tried to explain
the bizarre 'Hello' incident to Nicole but all she could do was shake her
head and blush wildly.
   I was teaching them some of the more disgusting and depraved things we
top models have to do to attain fame when we heard the throaty roar of the
cruiser as Amanda powered it out of the shallow bay. We got clothed and
followed on the Jet boat and I had to open up full throttle to catch up.
After a 5 mile run in each direction, Amanda took the boat in.
   Despite having gadgets attached to various parts of the boat and two
love-struck engineers hanging all over her and despite not having my expert
guidance, my Chip managed to clock in an average of 47.2mph, beating her
previous record by .3 mph.
   Peter was ecstatic, having proved his point that engineering knows
nothing about building go-fast boats and that he hadn't given away company
property for the wrong reasons.
   The engineers were ecstatic as they had recorded Amanda's genius on their
computers and they had charmed Amanda's phone number out of her - the one
belonging to the Humane Society.
   The shoot was a grand success and there was a big party for all the crew.
A videographer was on hand as Peter made a speech and proudly handed keys to
the boats to the beaming Jules and Amanda.
   Todd shook our hands and said, "See you in two weeks, bring Sherri if she
wants to get into modeling as well!"
   Kelly took my hand and said, "You are one lucky fella. Take care of your
lovely ladies!" I offered to show her my bruises but one look from Amanda
stopped us cold.
   Amanda's runabout, which she had already started calling the 'Gyro' had
to be retrofitted with the fishfinder and trolling motor so we trooped on
board Jules' 'Jewel'. We had repeated Celeste's trick of highjacking the
food table so we had roast chicken, sandwiches, fruit salad, pop, a bottle
of champagne and a pump-keg of beer on board. Before we set off, we had to
put in almost $100 of gas, Amanda's antics having drained the tank on the
boat.
   Jules proudly gave us a tour, the cabin was surprisingly roomy, even with
all of us in it, it was a cozy, but not tight fit. Four can sit at the
dinette and the others can lounge on the V-berth. The unconventionally high
roof let us stand up straight and the wide windows let in lots of light and
air. With the boat moving, it was breezy and cool. In port, we even had
air-conditioning.
   I set the autopilot for Sunset Cove at a leisurely speed and we started
our celebrations.
   Jules and Amanda took turns feeding me as we lazed on the berth. The
hatch to the fore-deck was directly in front of us and I enjoyed watching
the naked flesh as they wiggled in and out of the opening.
   I was still marveling at Amanda's sudden, delightful growth spurt and
found myself checking frequently for any signs of further development, using
Jules' fabulous set as reference. Pretty soon I started getting ideas and
JulieAnn took matters in hand, stroking me until I was hard.
   "James? Can you help me christen the boat?" Jules said as she lowered
herself on me. "The way Celeste did?" Amanda nestled against my shoulder and
watched Jules slip herself slowly, dreamily on me, making me shiver in her
tight warmth.
   Jules shook and moaned as Amanda stroked her breasts, rocking me deep in
her. Then Mandie slipped her hand between our wet coupling and squeezed me.
   "Ahhhh, Jules... I'm close!" Quickly she turned around and sank her mouth
on me, sucking and licking until I flexed and heaved and pumped in delight.
   The others had all collected in the cabin and we watched as Jules wiped
her liquid on a finger, added my spending and drew a heart on the cabin
floor. One by one, we painted the unique signage on the boat.
   I laid there, satisfied and content as six pairs of lips and hands
wandered and left their tingling caresses on my body. And judging from the
moaning, thrashing bodies around me, they were not limiting themselves to
me.
   All too soon the autopilot beeped and 'Jewel' coasted to a stop in front
of Sunset Cove.
   Sara blushed and wiggled with delight as we admired at her handiwork. The
new dock seemed custom made for 'Jewel' and it was big and roomy for us to
sunbathe or fish from, while remaining almost invisible from the lake.
   We cleaned up the boat and rushed into the house. Marjorie had obviously
been there; there was fresh bread in the kitchen and an arrangement of wild
flowers in the living room.
   Everyone was eager to see the 'wheel' and, with Celeste as guide we
trooped out back to the clearing. We sat by the hub and talked about getting
started on Celeste's plan to finish the 40-ft model.
   Nicole hmm'd a bit, "It won't be cheap, but I've got a couple of angles I
can work on - a number of construction companies have been using Mueller's
inventions and they're way behind on the royalties. They'll love a chance to
supply us with material and expertise as in-kind payment."
   Jules nodded, "That's a good start, we should take a closer look into
them. If we are to start manufacturing the 'wheel', we may want to buy into
an existing building company. It's time we diversified - the stock market is
kinda shaky right now..."
   "Jules, do what you have to, thanks to you, the seed fund is nicely in
place. Sara can help Celeste with the design and a detailed bill of
materials, you obviously have a good eye for these things. And Brenda can
help Nicole start setting up a timetable for all this to happen."
   "And what will you, oh noble leader, be doing while we are slaving away?"
   "Aside from the daunting task of instilling strict discipline in a group
of headstrong and willful young ladies; I will be dedicating my time and my
considerable talents in the proper schooling of the young children here." I
eased Amanda on my lap and demonstrated my hands-on approach.
   Turned out the girls were experts in the field and, one by one, then
later as a group, they contributed their ideas for supervisory care and
shared the experience with us personally. And intimately, without sparing
the rod.


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