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James
Part VI. The Eyrie.

Chapter 31


Someone was slowly and gently licking my lips. I reached for a boob and 
her tacit exploration became more serious. A hand tugged on my cock, 
coaxing it to full length with tender strokes.
   "Mmmm, Good morning lover..." Amanda pulled her face back as she 
slipped her body over my erection.
   "Oh, ohhh, slowly. Slow... James. It's tender..." Amanda slowly 
rocked herself on me.
   "Come up here and see if I can kiss it better..." Amanda turned and 
sprawled her crotch over my face. I kissed the tip of her mound and she 
moaned. I licked down her wet slit and it was pink and hot.
   "Mmmm, can you come?" Amanda stopped her kisses on my penis to ask.
   I pushed her head back on my cock, "Not if you keep talking!" and 
aimed my tongue on her stiff clit.
   "Ahhh, yesss! Yes!" She dropped her mouth and hand on me and pumped 
madly as I sucked her clit. I increased my pace and suddenly she was not 
quite as focused on making me come.
   "Ahhhh, ahhhh." She moaned and shook on me as I added my tongue, her 
legs pressing my face against her. As her frenzy peaked I returned my 
tongue to her wetness and lapped her to a loud convulsing climax. She 
panted on my leg as she shook in release. I tongued her to a couple more 
shaky climaxes until she squirmed away, "Too much... No more!"
   Sara came upstairs and knelt to kiss me. "Good morning, my sweet." I 
held Sara and kissed her as Amanda's hand started moving on my penis and 
she added little licks along the side and the tip. I brushed Sara's 
nipple over her dress and she moaned into me, tonguing me as I again 
urged Amanda's mouth over my hardness.
   I found Sara's naked sex and caressed her in step with Amanda's 
movements on me. Sara breathed her release and sucked on my tongue as my 
hips started humping and I held the girls to me. I pulsed and shot into 
Amanda's mouth, moaning and shaking my pleasure.
   I collapsed back in bed and Sara leaned down to replace Amanda in 
cleaning me. Then they shared a soft kiss and licked my come off each 
other's faces.
   Sara smacked her lips and said, "The real breakfast's served."
   Breakfast was quite brief as the girls want to get started with their 
work on the boats. I crammed a last hardboiled egg in my mouth and 
Amanda roared off with me in back juggling my coffee and a stack of 
toast, admiring their lovely bodies. Sara had her dress on and Amanda 
wore shorts and a simple shirt tied under her braless breasts, which 
filled it most impressively.
   Despite the early hour, Max was already waiting for us when we 
arrived. After checking their list, Max led Sara off to work on 'Neta' 
and I helped Amanda set 'Gyro' up on the dynamic power rig.
   We put the boat in a sling and hooked straps to the propeller 
assembly, then we powered up the boat and measured the tension at 
various rpms. Then we'd change propellers and try again. Once we 
determined the optimal combination, we compared the boat's performance 
against the factory's charts. Then the real work began.
   The kit that Peter sent allowed Amanda not only to change the size, 
but also the height and even the extension of the propeller. The higher 
the propeller rides in the water, the less drag, but also a greater 
chance of drawing air in, or cavitating. Extending the shaft also 
improves acceleration but at reduced control and drivability. She could 
already change the angle of the propeller using the boat's own hydraulic 
tilt.
   She also had Max make up strips that could be fastened on the hull to 
change its performance. Her job was to improve on the computer's designs 
with her own in-field tests and report on it.
   Amanda would try one combination and take the boat out, measuring its 
various characteristics. Then she'd hoist it up on slings and make her 
changes with help from Max's 2 helpers. It was laborious, exacting and 
time consuming work but Amanda was tirelessly pursuing the ultimate 
performance boat.
   Sara, under Max's guidance, had taken the little motor for 'Neta' 
apart. It was a very simple, very rugged 2-cylinder 2-stroke engine. 
Once balanced and running at spec, there was little that can be done to 
enhance it, unlike the larger 'unlimited' versions. The key to winning 
is the skill of the driver, the boat and the propeller. Although 
standard issue, minor imperfections would make the prop wobble and lose 
power, as Amanda found out at the tests yesterday.
   Max explained the types of propellers used in recreation boating - 
the common aluminum ones, the expensive stainless steel and the exotic 
composites. He showed Sara how to measure the cup and the curl with a 
micrometer, then balance it dynamically, and to trim the blades to give 
it the final balance and for ease of passage through the water, 
facilitating turns and acceleration.
   Peter's kit also held a few modifications for 'Jewel' that were based 
on Amanda's results and Max went off to work on them. I helped him a bit 
and also replaced the little charcoal BBQ with a more efficient Propane 
one, then went to the restaurant next door for a refill on my coffee and 
another breakfast.
  I came back and Spidey was buzzing around the inner harbor, then 
Amanda came out and hugged my arms around her. "Isn't that a lovely 
sight?"
   "Er, someone's driving your Silver Girl!"
   "Of course, Sara has to test the engine and the trim!"
   "Oh - how can she fit in your outfit?"
   "In case you haven't noticed, I've grown. And I have REAL boobs now!" 
She slipped my hand up under her shirt to demonstrate. "And Sara's 
really toned since coming out here - from all the slaving she does to 
keep you happy."
   "You're right, she's a real gem." I squeezed a nipple, "I really 
shouldn't be taking advantage of her all the time." I sighed.
   Amanda leaned back and kissed my neck, "Like you don't take advantage 
of me?" She hummed a bit, "The other one's lonely now..." I switched 
sides and she purred happily.
   We turned as squealing tires announced Celeste's Solara barreling 
down the driveway. She flung her car around and stopped inside a parking 
space, tires smoking.
   She came inside the marina in a flowing red skirt and a shirt 
unbuttoned down to THERE. Brenda, next to her in a skimpy top and a 
little skirt looked downright saintly.
   "Hello, dah-links!" Celeste breathed and grabbed me in a wet kiss, 
then she slobbered all over Amanda and said, "Was he disgusting and 
depraved?"
   "You can say that again!" Amanda moaned, "Sara and I couldn't walk! 
He's fucked us raw. Yummm." Celeste hugged her gently.
   Brenda had taken my arm and, after a soft, restrained kiss, stood 
with her head on my shoulder. "Does that mean we've got him to 
ourselves?" She was stroking my chest dreamily.
   "No! We've found a few more depraved things he can do with his 
mouth!"
   Amanda was telling them about 'Neta' when Sara pulled in. She gave 
Brenda and Celeste a hug.
   Celeste looked at Sara, who'd taken her helmet off and was shaking 
out her now very blond hair. "My god, you're a doll, Sare!" Celeste held 
her, "You know, I just love a person in uniform!" They kissed a bit, 
"Hmmm, you look a little warm!" She tugged Sara's zip down to her 
breasts. No bra.
   Celeste leaned against Sara, "You know what this does to a girl? I 
could just melt!"
   Sara held her back, "Celeste, I don't want you to tease. I have no 
time for teases." She fanned herself, "You got it bad for me? Do you 
really want me?" She leaned her face in, "I ought to warn you, honey, I 
use my women HARD!" and ran a gloved finger down Celeste's suddenly 
clammy chest.
   "Oh! I just LOVE the strong ones. I want you to take me, now!" 
Celeste leaned panting on Sara.
   "Er, Celeste, remember you promised to love, cherish and OBEY me?" 
Amanda inquired mildly.
   "But Amanda! Please, please don't make me decide! You can take my 
body... Please..." Celeste clung to Sara and kissed her neck.
   "Celeste, how, how could you do this to us?" Brenda interjected, "Why 
only last night, you promised to be faithful..." Brenda pulled Celeste 
close, "Babe, don't you miss what we had? The longing gazes, the soft 
kisses." She brushed Celeste's face tenderly, "And the thing with the 
tongues?"
   Celeste flung herself at her, "Oh Brenda, how can I forget? You've 
made me feel so good, Bren, but my heart... I must follow my heart!"
   Celeste slithered wetly on me, "Oh, what is a girl to do? My head is 
afire with choices, my mind numbed with questions. Oh kind Sir, can you 
not help a poor maiden decide?"
   "Let me get this straight," I tried not to drool with the view inside 
her gaping shirt, "You want one to use you, hard; another to take your 
body; and a third to do the tongue thing with you?"
   "Why, Sir, you have seized on the problem succinctly!" She seized on 
a problem I had just then and squeezed it. "I know! I will give you my 
heart." She pressed my hand to her heart, or thereabouts, "Gentle Sir, 
if I give you my heart, will you take me to the prom?" She leaned into 
me and said wistfully, "And afterwards I shall give you my person...?" 
She fluttered her lashes.
   "How are you with blowjobs?"
   "Why sir, why do you ask?", fanning herself coquishly.
   "I have this rule - no blowjobs, no corsage."
   "If you care to instruct me, Sir, I am willing to learn, I'm 
confident I can give you copious satisfaction!" She looked coyly at me, 
whispering, "Do you wish to start now...?" and licked her lips. The 
girls edged close and Brenda began nibbling on my ear.
   Suddenly Celeste looked at her watch, "Oops, look at the time! Gotta 
run, mustn't dally around so... Ta-ta, people!" She straightened her 
hair and took off.
   "What was that all about?" I said, adjusting my pants as I watched 
her ass swishing away.
   "Oh, she's gone to talk to Marjorie about Mueller's stuff. She'll be 
back in a bit." Brenda filled in.
   "She leaves? After she got me all hot and bothered?"
   "I swear, she's gonna pay..."
   The girls got back to work and Brenda led me to Max. "We need to find 
this tubby person a canoe, so he can start working out and become the 
lean, mean lovin' machine that JulieAnn thought she had." She explained 
to Max, and in a whisper, "We're afraid Jules will dump him if he 
doesn't measure up, so we're trying hard to get him pumped..." She 
hefted my stomach.
   Together they selected a 17' touring canoe for me.
   "Well, pay the man!"
   "I thought YOU were buying me the canoe?"
   "No - I said I'll FIND you one. Besides," She looked abashed, "I 
don't have a single penny on me..."
   "If I advance the money, do you have any collateral for me to hold?" 
as I handed my card to Max.
   "Only what you see here..." She leaned on me and I carefully audited 
her soft pointy handfuls.
   "You understand I'll have to do some serious investigating of your 
net worth?"
   "Oh yes, James..." She breathed. "Be as thorough as you need, I have 
nothing to hide!"
   "Good, we'll expect you to make yourself available for our probes..." 
I murmured against her ear and gave her figures a preliminary go-over.
   Max finished his setting up and we took the boat to the water. I 
paused, "Hmmm, where's the motor go?"
   Brenda shoved the paddle in my hands and smiled, "Sweetie, can you go 
'Putt, putt, putt'?"
   So a bit later, I was 'putt, putt, putt'-ing around the lake, 
practicing my J-stroke and getting my workout. Brenda sat on pads and 
rested her head on my legs, so that she could better observe my 
technique. And so she could monitor my heart rate with a hand on the 
iliac artery, conveniently located in my groin.
   Amanda came at us in 'Gyro', did a hard 180, rev'd up to a tail-stand 
and splashed down 10 feet from us. She watched with amusement as I 
'putt, putt, putt'-ed up.
   "That's a sick sounding engine, Brenda."
   "It's all they had at the dump."
   "I'd return it - it sounds like it's got a weak shaft."
   "Really? So it's not something a lube job can fix?"
   "Probably not, is he rattling around the cylinder? His piston may be 
undersized too."
   "I checked, he's a tad small now but I can bring it up a few inches."
   "Sometimes I get some life out of them by giving them a good yank. 
Have you tried that?"
   "You mean like this?" Brenda scrunched around and started yanking the 
engine. It didn't go any faster but it started humming louder. She 
pondered the results, "Maybe it's clogged." so she gave it a good suck. 
It was definitely humming now!
   I grabbed a handful of curls, activating the deep diagnostics and the 
revs started picking up. Soon I was making serious contact with the 
intake valve, causing several alarms to start flashing. They stopped 
when I pulled hard on the override.
   In short order the temperature and pressure reached overload and 
threatened to pop the fail-safe. I jammed the throttle wide open and 
experienced awesome chassis vibrations as critical fluids vented through 
the manifold.
   "You can let her go now, James." Amanda was trying to release my grip 
on Brenda's head. Bren fell back and took some wheezing gasps.
   "Wait!" Amanda cried, "The christening!"
   So we drew our little hearts on the canoe with moisture we collected 
from Brenda. It was lucky for us she was a slow swallower.
   "Looks like there's still life in the old 'Putt putt' yet!" Amanda 
remarked as I sighed contentedly and nestled with Brenda in the canoe.
   "But there's definitely a timing problem," Brenda complained 
hoarsely, "It's always firing early."
   Turned out the engine had developed temporary material fatigue and so 
Amanda give us a tow back to the marina as Brenda rocked me.
   "Was the inspection of the collateral satisfactory?" Brenda murmured.
   "So far, it has performed exceptionally well, but we are far from 
exhausting our research. It's not a short-term thing, you know..."
   "Oh...?"
   "Oh no! It could take weeks, even years. It won't be easy on you, I'm 
afraid."
   Brenda nestled closer and kissed me, "Can I count on it?"
   Max and the boys had set up buoys to mark out the 1 mile competition 
course and Sara was zooming around in the Silver Girl. She was amazingly 
precise in her control and was pushing 'Neta' hard into the turns.
   She coasted in with Amanda and they started talking and gesturing 
madly at each other across the boats.
   "Aeration," Sara was saying as we got ashore, "That's the secret, if 
we can get it without disrupting the flow, we'd get the extra speed."
   "Aeration," I explained to Brenda, "Is what marine scientists call a 
blow job."
   They looked at me like I'd grown a pecker on my nose.
   "James Mitchell, you are without a doubt the sickest, most ignorant 
person on the earth." Amanda crossed her arms under her boobs and glared 
at me. I stared back at them.
   "In this case," Sara said to Brenda, "Aeration is the forced 
introduction of air in the water as the boat passes over it. This cuts 
down the water resistance without losing cohesion - the force which 
keeps a boat in the water, instead of getting airborne."
   "And a good thing too, otherwise it'll be called an airplane." I 
added to universal groans.
   "Can you take him to the restaurant and feed him? He's delirious 
again. At the very least it'll keep his mouth from flapping!" Sara told 
Brenda, "We'll put the boats away and pick Celeste up."
   I had finished my soup and club sandwich and was biting into Brenda's 
western when Brenda grabbed my hand, nodding at the door. I turned and 
stared.
   They were three of the most spectacularly desirable ladies anywhere. 
They were beautiful, trim and curvy in all the right places too. Amanda 
was right, they HAD grown, both taller and fuller.
   Even more noticeable was their confidence. It radiated from their 
casual walk, their relaxed smiles and their penetrating glances. They 
were the best, and they knew it.
   "Lover, tuck your tongue in so I can wipe the drool off you chin." 
Brenda said sweetly.
   Celeste gave me a quick kiss and sat on my other side. She pulled out 
a stack of documents. "D'you know what these are?"
   "Your boobs?" I murmured, unable to tear my eyes away from where they 
were softly outlined under her blouse.
   Celeste took my chin and shoved the papers in front of me. It said 
'Bertram Mueller Foundation Fund'.
   She released me and smiled, "Nicole's worked out royalty payments 
with some of the firms who'd been licensing Mueller's designs and we're 
putting half of that into the Fund. Each year we will award it to a 
deserving individual, 'who shows initiative and promise in the 
advancement of architecture and building technology'. And guess who 
Marjorie selected for the inaugural winner?" She blinked her eyes and 
beamed.
   She was warmly congratulated and kissed by everybody. "Today, we 
start making Bertram Mueller's dreams a reality."
   We all ordered food again as I had finished Brenda's lunch for her. 
Amanda and Sara were already into a heated discussion about laminar 
flows and convergent wave adaptation.
   The food arrived and they just poked at it. "You better eat it before 
James takes it from you!"
   "We got a problem, there's no practical way to measure the degree and 
level of aeration - since it's all under the boat and we can't progress 
until we know how effective it is!"
   "Speaking from experience..." I began.
   "Huh? How'd HE get to be an expert on whatever you're talking about?" 
Celeste asked.
   "Don't mind him, he thinks aeration means a blow job." Amanda 
explained.
   "Which makes ME the expert here." I announced. "It occurred to me, 
that since aeration is just bubbles, we should be able to hear it even 
if we can't see it."
   Sara and Amanda looked at each other. "You know, he may be right! I 
can't believe it, he may be right about something!" Sara gushed.
   Amanda came over and sat on my knee, "If this works, my genius 
sweetheart, I'll let you take me out and do more than hold hands..." She 
leaned down and my world dissolved into her kiss.
   I came to as they were paying the bill. "Where's my food?"
   "You didn't seem hungry so we ate it." They dragged me out to so I 
could demonstrate my great idea to them. Celeste and Brenda took USS 
Dweebus to the house to start preparations for construction of the 
'Wheel'.
   "We'll start with our best combination of speed and control, then add 
the lateral disruptors which we can adjust to generate varying degrees 
of aeration. But we need to know the best placement for it, within 3 or 
4 inches, too far either way, it'll just slow us down."
   So we took off, Amanda at the wheel and adjusting the disruptors 
while Sara and I crawled around listening for the gurgling to indicate 
the beginning of aeration. Our job was complicated by the foam core used 
for the hull which masked out the vibrations we were checking for. But 
after a couple of false starts, we found we could tell within an inch or 
so of where the transitions were beginning.
   Four runs later, I was again sliding my ear on the fiberglass when 
suddenly Sara stopped ahead of me. Silly girl had forgotten her panties 
again and I found myself face-to-face with her cunt
   There did not seem to be anything pressing to do so I slipped up and 
hooked my tongue in her.
   She squealed quite delightfully and started squirming on me, wrapping 
her legs around my head. I alternated between licking her clit and 
sipping her sweet nectar as Sara wrapped her fingers in my hair and 
humped on me.
   After a bone-crushing, hair-tearing climax Sara finally released me. 
The boat was gently rocking in the water and Amanda was drumming her 
fingers on her seat and shaking her head.
   I gave Sara's pussy one last kiss and sat her up in my arms, "Sorry, 
got carried away." I said, not feeling sorry at all.
   Amanda said, "Despite the fact that you two were no help at all, 
we've some really impressive results, so I'll forgive you." She was 
confident we had pinpointed the proper locations and decided to call it 
a day after one more run.
   We sped back to the marina and we installed the more permanent 
inch-high funnel-shaped disruptors, 4 on each side, which, if our tests 
were correct, would be at the exact air-water junction when the boat is 
at speed, forcing air down and creating the aeration they were looking 
for.
   "Here we go, keep your fingers crossed." We powered out, slowly 
putting on speed.
   "Planing at 11, no change... There's some shimmy at 35 but the revs 
are good..." She tried a series of turns and pushed us up to 45. If 
there were any problems I could not feel them. At 55 the aerators kicked 
in and we accelerated quickly to 65 before we ran out of rpm's.
   The girls were talking excitedly on the ride back to the house, 
"We're over-revving at 65, that means we can put on a longer-pitched 
propeller and get even better top end!"
   "Let's wait until we check the acceleration first. Stretch the pitch 
and we may get screwed with the time-to-plane. Arghh!" Sara was tearing 
her hair in frustration. "Fix one thing and two others get fucked!"
   "Don't forget Sare, we're already 6 mph better than our previous best 
speed and 4 better than the computer model!"
   "You're right. Let's go back and call Peter and make sure those are 
the numbers we could work with. I want him to send us a couple of other 
forms as well."
   "Good, now for the last test!"
   "Oh no!" Sara and I crawled off to the back of the boat, huddling for 
safety. Her lips met mine and suddenly it wasn't so bad - in fact it was 
kinda fun.
   Amanda did some donuts and some lurching tail hops, then she poured 
on the power and executed the wildest gyro she'd ever attempted. The bow 
shot out of the water and we spun dizzily. She let the front drop down 
and then powered it 45-degrees up before slamming the boat down on the 
water.
   "Whew, I'm glad the boat can still... Hey, you two at it again?"
   In our terror Sara and I had turned to each other for comfort. We 
were sharing soft kisses and licks as our hands assured each other. I 
smiled at Sara and we turned. Amanda was flushed and sweaty and we knew 
she was scared too.
   So we welcomed her in our arms and offered her our comfort.


  

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