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Subject: {ASSM} (new)JAMES 55 (mf+ rom)
Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 20:10:03 -0400
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James Part VIII.
Lofty Goals

Chapter 55

"We're not interrupting anything crucial, are we?" Amanda laughed as she
came up the steps to the patio, followed by Sara, Sherri and Jules. Sara and
Jules were carrying groceries which they took inside to make lunch after
giving us kisses.
   "Have you two been working in the horizontal position all morning?"
Amanda continued, pulling Sherri down to sit by us.
   "Excuse you!" I scoffed, "Nicole has been helping me study... And guess
what? I PASSED!"
   "God, that's so low!" Amanda cried, "Screwing the teacher to get your
grades... Hmmm, where do I take a number?" She crawled between us, "And you
promised me some private tutoring time too..." She draped herself on Nicole.
   Nicole smiled softly and added a kiss, "How 'bout later, this afternoon?"
She turned to Sherri, who was cuddling in my arms. "And this young lady
still hasn't given me a kiss!"
   Sherri giggled and wormed her way over my and Amanda's bodies to lie over
Nicole, who started kissing her softly.
   Amanda turned to me and said, "I think we've been jilted!"
   "How 'bout you get 'comfortable' and I'll try and console you?" I kissed
her nose, sliding a hand over her ass.
   "How 'bout you get your pants and I'LL give you a thrill?" Amanda grinned
at me. She helped me with my shorts and dragged me down the steps.
   "Where're you guys going? Lunch is gonna be in half an hour!" Sherri
lifted her mouth off Nicole long enough to ask.
   "Hmmm, seven minutes for takeoff, six to get to altitude, then seven to
land... Ummm, we'll be back in exactly 30 minutes!" Amanda grinned.
   Amanda's proudly showed me the new plane, equipped with the new 125hp
horizontally-opposed 6-cylinder engine and larger wing tanks to double the
range to 1000 miles.
   "Hey! Let me fly, I need my hours!" I complained as she booted me out of
the PIC seat.
   "Not today, boss!" She kissed me, "This is MY plane today and I get to
fly her!" We started the take off procedures and, as we taxied out, she
pointed out the one major modification in the cabin, "Side-sticks, instead
of regular joysticks coming out of the cabin floor, these extend six inches
out from the side panels, which gives us more legroom..." She grinned, "and
less weight, although the co-pilot has to live with flying with his right
hand, is all."
   She settled her mirror shades firmly and applied power. With the added
push from the larger engine and only a light load of fuel, the plane had no
problem with the warmer midday air and we angled up with authority as Amanda
took us ever higher in a spiral over the Eyrie and the dense greenery
surrounding it.
   "Look at that!" Above the cliffs that spawned the falls at Rainbow Head
was the barely discernible shape of an old homestead buried in vegetation.
   "Hmmm, looks too big to be just a house - we're 600 feet up and it's
still quite substantial," Amanda noted, "It must have been some kind of
fort, they look like walls there."
   "You're right, and I think we could walk there from the clearing too -
those look like deer trails around it." I noted.
   "Does that mean it's our property too?"
   "It's ON our property but we're not allowed to do anything with it. All
natural resources and 'artifices of Historical significance' remain under
Federal jurisdiction."
   "Let's go explore - maybe we'll find treasures there!" Amanda grinned
excitedly.
   "Possibly, but again, we have to apply for salvage rights and pay the
government 100% in taxes."
   "A HUNDRED percent? Geez, that makes no sense at all!"
   "That's not all; you discover something, not only do they take it from
you, you have to wait until they decide whether you're fit to continue
excavations. As often as not, they'll give the contract to a huge national
salvaging firm whose interest is in gold and precious metals, much less the
cultural aspects."
   "Kinda makes it not worthwhile doing!" She said, "Or telling them about
it!"
   "That's generally the case, that's why you see so much desecration of
historical sites. The government just focusses on the monetary aspects and
to hell with the other, less tangible values. I paused, "Although that fort
will have little of value aside from possibly some stone tools and bullets -
not much would be left from the War of Independence."
   "It goes back that far?"
   "Or further. The Civil War was not a static war, after Richmond, the
North basically roared through here, concentrating on the 'true South' down
the coast. But in the 1700's the British army had a number of fortlets
around here and, when they started losing the War, fought a retreat further
inland into the mountains." I placed my hand on her leg, demonstrating what
a fighting retreat is, "If you're interested, we could go visit some of
these spots, and..." I slid my hand further up where the skirmishing raged
up into the hills and down the valleys, which were shivering as I undid her
buttons and slipped my hand inside.
   "And, ahhh, I have to suffer the ravages of war..." Amanda sighed, "But
I'll gladly offer my body for a lasting peace... Mmmm, take the helm,
sweetheart. It's time we got the festivities underway!" She squirmed out of
her shorts as I set us up for a steady climb.
   "Let me." I eased her over my lap and helped her remove her T-shirt,
marveling at the lovely smooth flesh of her breasts. I gave them an
experimental lick and she sighed happily as their tips hardened in my mouth.
She caressed my hair and held my head against her peaks, sighing her need.
   "Ohh, babe," She moaned, "Why am I the only one naked here...?"
   I ripped my shirt off and skinned my shorts down, as she held my face
between her warm boobs. "Keep an eye on the altimeter." She whispered
hoarsely as she nudged herself on my cock. "We have 3 minutes before we
reach altitude, don't you dare come before that!"
   "Hmmm, what do you suggest we do until then?" I carefully wove my tongue
around her breasts and up to her lips.
   She grunted around my mouth as she slowly squirmed down my cock, "Ah...
We m-might engaged in something c-called foreplay..." She sighed as she
gained an extra half-inch over me.
   "I know that! I mean the 2-and-a half minutes after!" I looked at her.
   She burst out laughing and shook deliciously on me, "Oh, oh, oh... Ooof!"
She slipped all the way down on me, moaning and sighed, "Ahhh, ow, that...
that feels good... but don't move... and don't make me laugh anymore," She
hugged me softly and made short strokes on me, "Mmmm, tell me you love
me..."
   "I love you, my sweetheart. You are lovely and smart and sweet, and
you're really good to me..."
   She rested her head on my neck, grinding her little cunt on me "Uh, uh...
Do I make you happy?"
   "That you do, and so proud..." I sighed, increasing our pace as she
started wheezing and dug her nails into my skin. With her approaching
climax, she started moving more energetically on me, as I held her and stuck
my tongue out to lap at her nipples.
   "Oh baby, oh sweetheart!" She moaned, as she worked her torso madly on
me, grabbing my neck and gripping my hair. Suddenly she raised herself and
dropped on my prick and my cries joined hers as I started coming as well. I
humped desperately against her as she murmured in my ear, "Oh, oh fuck, so
good... So fucking good... I love you, my sweetheart..." She panted against
me, shaking in her orgasm.
   "Mmm, that was so nice." She sighed after we could catch my breath, "Oh
shit! Are we a mile high yet?"
   "If we're not, does that mean we'll have to do it again?" I kissed her
softly.
   "If you want... you know that. It's just that we promised to be back for
lunch."
   "Looks like we just squeaked past the 5500 mark." I bit her lip, "Whew, I
don't think I could do anything for a few hours after this!"
   She smiled happily, "And I don't think I could take much more of you."
She hugged me, and giggled, "You're BIG!"
   "Not any more!' I laughed as I started slipping out of her.
   "Oh damn it! We forgot the christening too!" She sighed, "You got me so
bleeping horny I forgot everything!"
   "That can be arranged!" I gave her a kiss, then I held her to me and
flipped around so she ended up in the seat and I knelt before her. "Scrunch
down darling..." I lifted her little butt and lapped up the fluids flowing
out of her hole, as she squealed and moaned while I drove my tongue in for
the remainder. I dribbled liquid on her finger and added my heart to hers on
the dashboard of the plane.
   "I christen thee, 'Maxome Gymbler'!" She stated solemnly, then looked at
me and started laughing, "Why's your tongue still sticking out? Just
swallow, honey... It's got proteins!" She laughed some more, then slowly
leaned forward and kissed me, sucking my tongue into her mouth.
   "And now..." I wet my finger and drew a heart between her breasts,
"...this makes you mine..." She looked strangely at me then she grabbed my
hair and crushed me to her.
   "Damn you, James Mitchell!" She sobbed on my shoulder, "I'm all yours
already, now and forever...! I love you so much, I'm ready to burst!" She
looked at me with tears in her big blue eyes, "My darling James," She said
softly and kissed me, "I know you will always be there for me, and with me.
My love, my sweetheart, I AM yours, and you will always be my life, and my
being..." She sighed and touched my lips, "And that's the way it is...
Capische?" She blinked at me.
   "Capische... " I kissed her softly and we held each other. "You are my
Mandie Chip, forever..."
   We looked into our eyes, "I love you..." we whispered together, and
shared a soft, sweet kiss.
   I helped her straighten out her clothes, saying, "Why don't we go off
tomorrow and we can go inland to the lowlands and look at some of the places
where we fought the English!"
   "Can't, I have to help Celeste with her interview..." She sighed, "But
how 'bout the day after?"
   "You got a date!" I kissed her and climbed into the seat and started
dressing.
   "I KNEW you just wanted to get to sit as Pilot!" Amanda sighed, "And to
leave me with the wet spot!" As she squirmed her little behind on the seat.
I leveled us and turned back towards the Eyrie.
   "Here, do this," She reached and turned the ignition off, "We don't need
any more push from the propeller, and the static blades have more drag, so
this allows us to get down much quicker. Oh, and head for the marina, we're
supposed to pick Celeste up for lunch as well!"
   In the sudden quiet, I banked us in a shallow circling dive, just under
the loading limit of 180mph. The wind noise rose to a shriek and the lake
rose up towards up with alarming speed. "No matter how scary it looks, we're
still a thousand feet up." Amanda stated calmly, "Always double check your
altimeter and angle-of-attack before going with your senses. Panic reactions
are by far the greatest cause of in flight accidents."
   I restarted the motor at 400 feet and coasted into the Marina, using the
powered landing method rather than a low-altitude zero-power flair to avoid
'dropping like a stone.' Celeste was in the lot patiently handing out
autographs to a crowd of about 20 people as two of her Baby Bears stood
guard. Amanda scrambled out to fetch her books as I taxied up the lot and
turned the plane.
   I escorted Celeste up into the plane, "Your carriage awaits, my lady." I
bowed, helping Celeste strap herself in while Mandie loaded the books in the
back and moved into the jump seat.
   "Thank you sir, and madam," Celeste smiled sweetly at us, "This is
exactly the kind of treatment a girl needs. And I'll bet my autograph is
worth more now too!" She waved a cheery goodbye to her fans and the baby
bears, "Although how many of them see me other than a blond in a tight dress
I can't tell." I flew us back, the air at 30 feet too turbulent for using
ground-effect. Amanda started Celeste's flight lessons with a running
commentary of what I was doing wrong.
   I made the perfect landing, idling the engine with flaps down and kissed
the water so lightly, even sun-bathing fish were not disturbed.
   We tied up and Amanda commented, "See? Jules was too easy on you! You
need me to whip you in shape!" And aside to Celeste, "That landing was very
good, but let's not get his head any more swollen that it already is!"
   Lunch was roast chicken and 5 varieties of vegetable and pasta salad
which were consumed with relish and wild abandon, as we loudly brought each
other up to date on the weekend's happenings. It was also a joyous occasion,
being one of the few times so many of us were eating together, with the
exception of Brenda, whose arrival was eagerly awaited for later that day.
   After we cleared the dishes, we sat back at the table as Jules set up the
camcorder so we could watch the replay of the test with Gyro 2. We crowded
around the length of the side, with Nicole perched on one of my knees with
her notepad and stopwatch and Amanda on the other.
   "Amanda did the filming and, as you will see, the commentary as well..."
Jules explained as she started the tape, "She wired up the intercom
microphone to go into the camcorder. She could hear me but everything she
says goes into the machine."
   The picture was jittery as Amanda fiddled with the zoom in the confines
of the cabin and, when it settled, started her narration in a very solemn
voice, "Performance test for Gyro 2, conducted by James and a very sexy
Nicole in a tight T-shirt with obviously no bra underneath..." Then a tight
zoom to show what she meant.
   "You rascal!" Nicole laughed as Amanda leaned on her, giggling.
   "Shh! The show's starting!" I poked their asses.
   Nicole started her stopwatch in real time as the shot panned back to show
me raising my hand, and we could see me holding up one, then two fingers as
the speed picked up.
   Amanda's matter-of-fact voice resumed on screen, "The tab was late, do it
at 7 to improve the hole shot, you lost 2 seconds there. Good transition,
the draft could be shorter..." We watched me signal 40mph before the wind
and the need to concentrate on steering made the hand signs impossible, but
Nicole filled in from her notes.
   "Too much trim!" Amanda's voice warned at 75 as I tried to compensate by
dropping the lower unit, but the boat see-sawed and waffled until I had to
cancel the run.
   "That was scary, even watching from here!" Sherri breathed, "Anybody else
horny?" There was some shuffling and she sighed happily as Sara and Jules
shared her between themselves, and that prompted Amanda to slip her hand
under Nicole's T-shirt.
   "But it was a really good demonstration that the system works, the angles
and plane points are clearly visible." I poked Amanda who was busily
fidgeting with Nicole, "Are you paying attention?"
   "Yes, boss..." She giggled, "I'm paying VERY good attention..." She
kissed a squirming Nicole softly, "Aren't I honey?"
   On screen the plane had finished its loop and was again approaching the
boat when Amanda resumed on tape, in the cool, distracted voice of a TV
commentator, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we take you to the enchanting Lake-"
Here she strung the 2 words together to sound like, "-Thierrie, where world
famous sexologist, Dr Nicole Petitcoeur is conducting a study with another
subject, one of little consequence. Ah, she is starting her test now, let's
listen in..."
   In a throaty French-accented voice Amanda continued, "Ah, monsieur, let
us get started, shall we? What do you think of my boobs?" and, on screen,
the boat moved off and I stuck a finger up, "Ah oui, number one, the best,
ah, tres bien, you 'ave good eyes!"
   "Now, if you could touch them, would you use one hand, or..." Obediently
I stuck up 2 fingers, even as we stamped out feet and gasped our laughter.
"Eh bien, you have potential!" Amanda continued in her Nicole-voice.
   "Now, monsieur, dit moi, how big is your, er, 'ow you say, pee-pee?" I
was afraid to look as Sherri and Jules collapsed on the floor, cackling.
   "Ohhh, mon Dieu, only t'ree? And when you are 'ard?" Regretfully I
responded with a pitiful "4". Fortunately by then, none of us could see the
screen, we were crying and laughing so hard, but we could still hear Amanda
calmly saying on the tape, "So, we now know your pee-pee is wee-wee, but," A
sad sigh, "I did promise you oral delights such as you have never
experienced..." Some rustling noises, then, "Uhhhh, look at h'it! Quelle
horreur! Mais... Ummmmm..." Followed by sounds not unlike a washing machine
with a heavy load.
   I staggered up on my chair and Sherri and Celeste draped themselves on me
in time to see a close up of my face as I struggled with the bucking boat.
My eyes were squinted in concentration and my jaw was clenched with effort,
but a casual viewer could easily be misled into believing I was having a
soul-shattering climax as Amanda added the choking and sputtering quite
realistically.
   We fall back on to the floor to join the others, thrashing and gasping in
the throes of delight. Amanda was weakly cackling on the floor, spasming
breathlessly as Nicole nibbled and tickled her on her bare stomach.
   Then Nicole scooped Amanda up in a fireman's lift and marched up the
stairs, and a very red-faced Amanda grinning and blowing kisses at us. They
turned into the bedroom and after some giggling and rustling of clothing, we
heard Nicole's voice saying, "Now, madamoiselle, dit moi, 'ow many times
should we slap your be'ind?"


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