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Subject: {ASSM} (new) JAMES 53 (mf+ rom)
Date: Sun, 12 May 2002 19:10:04 -0400
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James Part VIII.
Lofty Goals

Chapter 53

We flew MiniMax over the Eyrie and it was dark and empty, so I landed at the
Marina, after promising Jules extra touch-and-go's because I had "dropped us
like a stone".
   Sara was alone on the couch, curled up with a stack of books. She greeted
our kisses blearily.
   "How long have you been studying?" Jules asked.
   "Oh, a couple of hours; since five, right after my folks left."
   "And where're the others?"
   "Celeste and Nicole are still in town - Celeste has another interview
tomorrow morning. And Amanda took Sherri to work on Gyro..."
   "Funny, they weren't in the Lake, just now..." I commented, looking
around, "Any food here? Did you eat yet?"
   "We had sandwiches around 4, but that's it." Sara stretched, "I'll start
some veggies and steaks."
   "Why don't we go look for the others first, you need to stretch your
legs."
   Sara got shoes on as I pulled out some steaks to defrost. Then arm and
arm we went outside and into the marina.
   "James, must you have your hand on my ass?" Sara murmured.
   "I'm making sure the wind doesn't flip your T up and expose you to the
world!"
   "Didn't your parents have something to say about that?" Jules laughed.
   "No, I changed out of my swimsuit when I showered." Sara said, "Although
they looked quite a few times at my bikini! And Mom asked why I had no tan
lines!" She giggled.
   "And...?"
   "Well there are no guys here, right? So we can tan in the nude..." More
giggles, "And then Mom said, 'Wow! What happened to the young lady who
wouldn't change unless she had a towel around herself?'" After a pause, Sara
murmured, "Jules, do YOU need your hand on me as well?"
   "Just making sure the wind doesn't flip the other side up." Was her
answer.
   The workshop in the rear was ablaze with lights and Max and the girls
were there working on the VW-powered plane. Amanda and Sherri greeted us
enthusiastically.
   They were in the process of stretching the Stitz microfiber over the
wings. Each half of the 25 foot long assembly was constructed from wooden
"D"-forms that shaped the wing surface. The leading edges were finished with
tapered spacers and thinner laths on the upper and lower surfaces gave
additional support.
   "We borrowed this post-stressing idea from Celeste." Amanda smiled, "The
main spars were made from oversized composited 2x2's and after assembly, we
ran this cable through it to compress the structure. That give us 40% more
strength with 50% less bracings... But it is the 250% torsional strength
that'll let us run rings around the original design..."
   "Aren't these awfully big stabilizers?" I asked. The two set of wings
were almost identical in size. "And aren't the main wings a bit small?"
   "Ah!" Amanda grinned, "This is not a monoplane! It's a staggered canard
bi-plane, or a tandem wing!" She led me to the blueprint on the wall, which
show the side view of a conventional looking plane, but its main wings were
further back, behind the cockpit and it had the smaller set of wings
directly over the landing gears. There were no rear stabilizers, just a
rudder.
   "This is the so-called Scotch Canard, developed at the University of
Glasgow. Because we get lift from both set of wings, with only 26 feet main
span, we still get under 2lb/sq inch loading, but the real advantage is its
inherent attitude authority. Tell him Sherri!"
   "Er, well, I've just started learning this, but all planes have to have a
negative attitude for stall control. In other words, the plane has to have
its weight ahead of the center of lift so that when it stalls, it dives to
pick up the necessary speed to regain control. But that nose down tendency
has to be compensated by an offsetting elevator pitch, which translates to
wasted power and inefficiency." She took a deep breath, "In cases when
different loads can drastically change the Center of Gravity, the main wings
may end up 20% behind the optimal. The canard plane, on the other hand,
automatically pitches forward as we lose lift from the smaller front wings,
so it is inherently safer and more efficient."
   "One drawback of the canard design," Amanda continued as Sherri stopped
to catch her breath, "Had been the pitching caused by the different
performances from the 2 wings at various speeds; which the Scotch design all
but eliminates."
   "Of course the main reason the canard isn't more popular is because it's
too stable!" Sara added, laughing, "That makes it useless for acrobatic and
combat aircraft. And with the Air Force funding most, if not all the flight
research these days, there's hardly any work done on the design that the
Wright Brothers used to discover flight!"
   "But all this just makes the design perfect for a simple 2-seater using
an air-cooled automobile engine!" Amanda smiled, "Which Max finally got
running today!"
   "Come, let me show you! This is the Long Block 1835cc Type 1 VeeDub with
the solid lifters." He said as he led us to where he had the little engine
mounted on blocks. A heavy belt running over a pulley on the engine,
weighted at one end and attached to a scale on the other was, as Max proudly
declared, "My dynamometer! The weight simulates the propeller load on the
engine and, once we figured out the friction, we can calculate the HP by the
scale here." He grinned at Sara fondly, "And your little Sara showed me how!
Right?"
   Sara laughed, "Only we can't run it more than 20 minutes before the belt
overheats. The next one will use an alternator as load and we can use the
output to measure both the HP and the torque."
   Amanda added, "And we've even got the electric starter wired up." At
Max's nod, she pressed a switch to start the engine as Sherri took a
clipboard and started noting readings on it. The little 4-cylinder job
filled the place with a competent rumble. Max added throttle, watching
Sherri until she nodded, then he turned the ignition off.
   "The problem with car engines is that they are designed for peak power at
4000rpm and up, whereas aircraft propellers can only spin at 3500rpm or
less," Amanda filled in, "At that speed, the prop-tips would already be
traveling above the speed of sound, which causes shock waves and wasted
energy." She went around and hugged Sara, "But Ms Genius here has a plan to
pop a 'C' transmission box on it and run it with just 2 out of 4 cylinders.
Tell them, honey."
   "The engine's output is an inverted bathtub curve which levels off around
5800rpm so I figure the 'C' transfer box with a 1.84 ratio would spin the
prop at 3500rpm with cruise at 2750rpm. By removing the unused cylinder
heads and pistons, we can just about offset the weight of the 'C' box." Sara
took a deep breath, "The 2-cylinder job should give us 35% better fuel
efficiency at about the same power..." She trailed off as she looked at the
chart Sherri was compiling, "Hmmm, 10 percent more?" She looked at Sherri,
"Let's run that test through again..."
   They started up the engine again and began checking and making notes.
   "We're going back to get washed up... Don't be long!" I yelled in Sara's
ear, as I waved goodbye to Max and led Jules back to the Wheel.
   "Are you ready to be done by an expert?"
   "What - in the bathroom?" Jules giggled, "You're SO kinky!"

= = = = =

The girls were sprawled out over the sofa and looking at us with bemused
smiles when we came out. Jules was still giggling and draped weakly on me.
She threw herself onto the sofa atop the girls as I sat at the end next to
Sherri.
   "You two look very satisfied!" Amanda laughed as she stroked JulieAnn's
naked back.
   "Mmmm, I've just been done by an expert!" Jules sighed, nuzzling against
Sara.
   "By the sound effects inside, we weren't sure how long you'd be..." Sara
said, her voice fading as Jules managed to get her face under the T.
   "So we waited before starting dinner..." Amanda added.
   "Oh, honey," Sara gently pulled Jules off her, "Let's do this later -
dinner first, OK?" They shared a little kiss as Sara got up.
   "Here," Amanda grabbed a T-shirt for Jules, "Put this on in case Marjorie
comes back for her pot - she gave us a stew for our meal."
   "What about James?" Sherri said, leaning on me, "He's got no clothes
here!"
   "You can give him your shirt!" Amanda laughed as she and Jules made their
way to help Sara, arms around each other, "Or you can hide him in the john
again..."
   "Or we can do this." I suggested, as I pulled Sherri over my lap.
   "But I'll have to sit with my knees together!" Sherri laughed,
"Peek-a-boo!" She flashed me and looked down at the results. "Gosh, you're
SO tiny!" She laughed.
   "Hey! You're giving me a complex!"
   "Ohh, poor baby!" She slid off and over my lap, "But he's CUTE!" and gave
it a kiss. She looked up, eyes aglow, "Better now?"
   "Hmmm, a TINY bit better."
   She took me in her mouth and licked it. She looked at the results, "Wait,
let me guess, a LITTLE better?" and bent back down to her task. We were up
to SUBSTANTIALLY better when Sherri stopped, "What are you guys looking at?"
   "We're just trying to learn from you!" Jules laughed, "I don't think any
of us could get him hard so soon after... after..." she blushed.
   "The EXPERT treatment?"
   "Yeah, that!" She sighed.
   "Maybe you would like to demonstrate?"
   "No - it's best done in the shower."
   "Don't worry about it - just describe it and Sherri will demonstrate,
OK?" Amanda laughed, "IF it's agreeable with you, James!" She smirked as
Sherri began to move her head up and down quite agreeably. I could only sigh
and blink.
   "OK, then," Jules said, "So like assuming you're both nice and wet,
right?" I had no problem verifying that indeed Sherri was VERY nice and VERY
wet where she was touching me. "And you sorta place yourself where James can
have no trouble getting both hands in your hair..." I demonstrated as I
gathered up Sherri's soft locks.
   "So far this sounds like the 'Same old, same old' to me!" Amanda said to
Sara.
   Sherri pulled off me, "Is there a lot more to the story? I get the
impression someone's gonna jump to the conclusion real soon."
   "Oh, that's it..." Jules shrugged.
   "That's it - what?" Sherri ignored my frantic jabs at her lips.
   "Then he starts shampooing..."
   Dead silence, then they burst out laughing, Sherri burying her face in my
groin and choked out her glee, while I tried to look dignified with my
erection beating time in her hand.
   They wailed their merriment and, just as they were recovering Sherri
waved my cock at them, "Just watch, Marjorie's gonna walk in here right
now!" Which renewed their inane chortling.
   Finally Sherri managed to wheeze out, "S-sorry James!" She popped me into
her mouth and managed a couple of licks before she gave up and started
cackling again.
   "Now you're REALLY giving me a complex!" Which, for some reason got them
rolling on the floor too.
   "Oh honey, I'm really sorry!" Sherri grimaced with tears streaming down
her face. "Don't be mad, OK?" She rolled over and unbuttoned her jeans,
"Gimme a hand..." Together we slid the jeans off her. She climbed on my lap
and kissed me, "No more jokes..." Her eyes closed as she reached down and
inserted me inside herself. "Just love me, OK?" She groaned, then shivered.
   "Does it hurt?"
   "No - just feels so FULL..." She sighed and made slow strokes on me, her
head nestled in my neck. Gradually she worked herself fully on me, sighing
her little shivery climaxes. She started moving jerkily on me as her
excitement built, then wrapping her arms tightly around me, she ground out
her pleasure.
   "Mmmm, can you go on top, love?" She murmured softly, "Too weak..."
   Still joined, I rolled us over the sofa with Sherri grunting softly each
time I jabbed into her.
   "Ahh, ohh, James... I'm close!" I maintained even strokes in her until
she started shaking under me and she pulled me against her. I increased my
thrusts in her and my actions became more frantic as my cock flexed and
choked out its climax deep in her heat. Sherri clutched my hair and held our
faces together as we shook and quivered, completely lost to our feelings.
   "Mmmm, I love you James..." She stroked my hair as I nibbled on her ear
lobe.
   "I love you Sher..."
   She stroked along my back and down to my ass, holding me in her as she
murmured her joy. We held each other until I slipped out of her and the
girls were there to help us clean up.
   I sat up as Amanda and Sara gently cleaned me with a warm cloth as Jules
did the same for Sherri, adding little kisses as she wiped.
   "Mmmm, Jules, that's soooo nice..." Sherri breathed, "This is what I call
being pampered." Her eyes closed as she shivered delicately, then eased
JulieAnn up and they shared a soft kiss.
   Jules smiled and stroked Sherri's face, "Let's make sure we spend some
time together. I'd like to get to know you a lot, lot better!" They sighed
and kissed again.
   "James, let's stay here at the Marina tonight," Sara said, "And then we
can catch Celeste's interview in the restaurant in the morning."
   "As long as there's food." I shrugged.
   "Oh, for sure!" Amanda laughed, "We wouldn't dare starve you!" We trooped
over to the eating counter and they had made salad and potatoes but had left
the steaks until we could eat together.
   Sara made full use of the kitchen Celeste had installed - a modernized
version of the one Nicole had at home; a 4-burner Propane range with a
griddle in the center, dual ovens and a 1200cfm ventilation hood. There was
even beer in the built-in fridge.
   We watched Sara as she seared the steaks to perfection and prepared two
in a garlic-herb sauce and the rest in a spicy peppery condiment, each
garnished with a generous dob of butter.
   "So tell us about your parents visit!" I urged as I finished my food and
began invading theirs.
   "But first, tell us about the EXPERT Treatment!" Sherri asked Jules, "I
can understand the shampoo bit, but all that bumping and moaning at the end
COULDN'T have been from that!"
   "No," Jules grinned, "After he did me, AND rinsed AND repeated, I was
like putty in his hands..." She sighed, "So I was powerless to stop him from
satisfying his animal lust on me..." She glowed, "Besides, by then we
could've screwed on TV and I wouldn't have cared."
   "How come you don't do things like that for the rest of us?" Amanda
rested her head on me.
   "I DID!" I protested, "The first time...?"
   "Oh yeah - I guess," Amanda sighed, "But I was already putty in your
hands..." She stopped, "Hmmm, was that why I ended up on my knees again
getting my jaw rearranged?" She looked at the girls, "And I was so ashamed!
All week at school I couldn't talk to anybody - I was SURE everybody could
see I had been lewdly USED by the heartless brute!" She leaned on my arm and
bit me, very tenderly.
   "Oh, we KNEW!" Sherri laughed. "The day Amanda Cipola shows up at school
and NOT talk, we all hear about it - it was announced over the school PA
system!"
   "Oh it was horrible! I poured my heart out and offered my body." Amanda
sighed, "And he turns me down! And I was SO scared I wouldn't see him
again!"
   "But everything worked out in the end..." Sara hugged her.
   "Of course! Thanks to you!" Amanda brightened, "You are my sweetheart!"
They kissed tenderly as I snagged her steak.
   "Tell us about the visit!" I repeated, as I cut a piece of meat and fed
Amanda with it.
   Sherri, who was clearing the dishes, giggled, "The first thing they said
was, 'Where's the TV?'"
   "No!" Amanda laughed from my shoulder, "The first thing was, 'You WEAR
that!?'"
   "Oh yeah," Sherri said. "so we explained that we wore the bikinis just to
impress them. And boy! Were they ever!"
   "My folks, especially!" Sara added, "To say they were shocked would have
been an understatement! But they were more impressed that we were actually
studying and not goofing around! Most of all they LOVED M&M! They kept
thanking them for looking after us and everything!"
   "Oh, and we showed the folks the shots from the catalog and Dad said I
can do it!" Sherri glowed. "Start modeling, I mean! But he'd still like to
talk to Kelly though!"
   "We'll arrange something with her tomorrow." Jules added, "I have to talk
to her anyways." The girls led me back to the couch and we curled up on it.
   "So we took them out on Gyro 2." Amanda continued, "And... Oh yeah!
James, Max found the kiting problem - part of it anyways. The off-shore
racing propeller was causing the cavitation, so he put a wider stroke in and
it's behaving much better now. Not the eighty-five top end we were hoping
for, but much more stable! So, anyways, we took them fishing and Sara and I,
we caught five. And Sherri got four all by herself!"
   "What were your parents doing?"
   "Oh they sat around gabbing and complained about their kids."
   "No, our Moms did, our Dads talked golf."
   "Yeah, can you believe it? A bunch of grown men talking about whacking a
little ball!"
   "Does Brenda's Dad play?"
   "They didn't come," Sara thought about it, "But I'm sure he does."
   "Yeah." Jules added, "My folks are the only ones who don't golf."
   "Oh, you poor thing!" Sherri said, "We'll have to try and fill the void
left in your life by not having a golf-addict for a Daddy!" They gently
touched as they kissed.
   "Neither do mine..." I suggested.
   "Oh no! That can't be!" Sara laughed, leaning to kiss me, "How horrible!
How 'bout if we let you yell 'Fore!' next time you come?"
   "Sara! That's disgusting!"
   "See what happens when you take a shy, repressed girl and give her
confidence?" Sara glowed, "She goes WILD!" She twirled around, hair and
T-shirt flying.
   "...and pantiless too!" Sherri laughed.
   "Come here." I pulled Sara down, "Let me be the first to offer to fill
YOUR void!" and slipped my hand over her sex. Quickly the others added their
contributions.
   Sara sagged against us as she started moaning and shaking. She took a
deep shuddering breath and whispered, "Fore..."


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