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   James Part VI.  The Eyrie.

   Chapter 28



   There was a fire-pit dug in the far edge of the clearing, still
serviceable after cleaning, so I suggested we have a cookout there.  Jules,
Celeste and Brenda went back to town to get groceries, taking Amanda and
Sara so they could pick up 'Gyro'.

   I, as supreme commander was given the critical job of collecting
firewood and setting up the fire.  Nicole, still in shock to find she could
not order groceries by phone here, stayed to assist me.

   I took Nicole to the forest's edge, where I had noticed cut logs, likely
left there when Mueller cleared the area.

   "Look," Nicole squeezed my hand, "There's something back here!"

   The woodpile was built against the end of a long trailer, now almost
completely overgrown and hidden.  A door, when opened, revealed an
immaculate workshop containing power and hand tools.

   We took shovels and hacked a small path to a larger door further back. A
crude hand painted sign over it said "The Eyrie".

   The Muellers' one-time dwelling now stood empty except for a Franklin
stove, a large table and some chairs.  Despite the decades of disuse, the
interior was dry and clean smelling.

   "Can you imagine living here three years while they built the cabin?"

   "God, I can't imagine living a month!  I'm too much a city girl."

   "Nicole, are you happy here?"

   She hugged me, "I'm happy whenever I'm with you.  I don't mind but I'll
admit, things here take a bit of getting used to!"

   "I want you to enjoy it as much as I do.  We have so little time
together as it is!"

   "It's not that.  I want to be with you, wherever you may want me but I
made a promise to finish my degree first." She looked at me and smiled, "I
REALLY enjoy being with you..." I kissed her and she returned it warmly.

   We closed up and went back to building the fire.  I retrieved a hatchet
and started making kindling.

   We built a fire worthy of the scouts and stoked it with the prepared
wood.  The 16" full logs were heavy going and I was extremely glad to have
Nicole's wonderfully packaged strength and stamina, although she spent much
of that energy running from various microscopic lifeforms.  We were sweaty
and filthy and inordinately proud when we stood and admired our creation.

   I told Nicole we have to wash up in the lake to conserve the pumped
water in the house.  I was scrubbing her delightful body when she screamed
and clutched me, apparently something had brushed her foot and it was too
slimy even to have been me.

   I told her it was likely a fish from the schools of minnows darting
about under the dock but she declared herself done with the 'weird' water
here and pulled herself out.

   I finished washing myself and our suits and she was lying on a pad
sunning herself.  She leaned up on her elbows and said, very quietly, "Say
'Hello', James."

   I did.

   Looking steadily at me, she pulled her knees up.  Slowly a hand slipped
down, her head falling back as she spread the lips of her sex, moaning
softly.  My heart was pumping wildly as blood filled my cock and aimed it
at her wet open cunt.

   I lowered myself in her and we moaned with the sensation.  She felt
boiling hot after the coolness of the lake and I started shaking
uncontrollably.  She hit my lip, whinnying in pleasure as we slowly fucked
into each other, our tongues dancing wildly.  Her warmth and tightness was
coaxing my balls to give her my all.

   I held back, forcing myself to slow, to prolong the sweet rapture and
she moaned her need, her nails digging in desperation.  I left us quivering
on the edge for an agonizing eternity before I let my lust drive into her
depths and we moaned and shook and held each other in our shimmering
climax.

   Finally sated, we kissed, my body still humping in a vain attempt to
recapture the ecstasy we had just shared.  We kissed and she stroked my wet
hair.  Her smile drank me in, and I let myself sink in her embrace and
love.

   "Wow, that was some performance!" Jules and the others were clapping
from her boat.  "It was everything the advertising promised!"

   "What advertising?"

   "We saw this flashing beacon and we thought it was a ship in distress -
until we drove up and it turned out to be his lordship's big fat ass." She
paused and pointed, "Wow!  Look at the moon..." Jules started sputtering
and the girls collapsed on deck, laughing.

   Nicole, still wrapped tightly around me, kissed me tenderly and caressed
my back.  "Don't mind them, my darling knight," She smiled dreamily up at
me, still rubbing my back, "I will always love you." She slipped her hand
lower, "And your big fat ass." She turned to Jules, "And I'd be extra sweet
to him right now - or else he wouldn't say 'Hello' to you!  Mmmmm..." Her
cunt squeezed me and she locked her ankles across my back.

   Between giggles and obscene gestures, Brenda and Celeste quickly brought
Jules up to date on our theatrics.

   Amanda and Sara pulled in on 'Gyro'.  "God, what an inspiring sight, our
glorious leader screwing his brains out while his minions did all the
work."

   "He was saying 'Hello' to Nicole," Brenda said by way of an explanation.

   "I guess he'd be even more useless than usual then!" Sara snickered.

   They had caught five good sized fish and Amanda started cleaning them
while Sara helped with the groceries and setting up the food.  Nicole and I
assisted by making googly eyes at each other and inane cooing noises.

   Finally Amanda's ribbing and our hunger made Nicole unlatch herself and
we got up on shaky legs.  She leaned on me and watched Amanda for a bit.

   "I'm so happy and content, even watching Amanda gut fish doesn't upset
me!"

   "Here Nicole, try it!" Amanda handed her a dripping carcass and Nicole
ran squealing up the steps.

   Amanda and I had finished the fish and were cleaning ourselves up in the
water when we were interrupted by a splash from around the lake.  Moments
later Brenda swam up - she had dived off the 40 feet drop from the
clearing. We followed her up to watch.

   I was getting weak-kneed just looking down the sheer drop and the
clarity of the water made the bottom look all too shallow.  Brenda did
another of her beautiful swallow dives and the lump in my throat traveled
to a lower part of my anatomy.

   She came back up and looked at my awkwardness, eyes sparkling, "I'll bet
you the view is better from the lake!"

   "I'll bet you it is too!"

   "Why don't you go in the lake and I'll give you a treat?" Smiling, she
started pulling her bikini off.  She stopped me when I turned to go down
the steps and pointed to the ledge.  I did not think I could ever lose an
erection that fast.

   "It's not that difficult, and the water's over ten feet deep." Brenda
tried to explain, "Do a cannonball, with your big fat ass, you'll probably
bounce over the water..." After they had their little laugh, they all
looked at me, challenging my manhood, which at the moment was nowhere in
sight.

   "If I die, will you mourn for me?"

   "We'll all come to your funeral and cry miserably." Sara said
soothingly, "With our new boyfriends."

   I took a few deep breaths, knowing it will be a long time before I have
air, if ever, again.  Then I took a flying leap off the edge, a scream
tearing itself from my throat and, as I curled myself up, my balls
completely disappeared inside my groin.  There was time for me to finish my
yell and take another shuddering breath before I hit the water.

   As predicted, I landed on my butt but I smashed through the water and it
hurt!  I swam around to get the butterflies out, cursing Brenda loudly as
they laughed and clapped their hands.

   Suddenly a little wraith in a yellow bikini shot over the bluff and
screamed her way down to plow in feet first.  She was followed by Jules in
a very creditable dive and then Sara, who just walked over the edge and
plunged in, casual as can be.  Celeste and Nicole were conferring with
Brenda and finally, Celeste bounced off and bombed us.

   Nicole looked down at us, "I have no idea why I'm doing this - must be
something in the water!" and dove in smoothly.  She was shivering and
smiling broadly as she swam up and clutched me.

   Brenda went and stood at the edge, naked, concentrating.  She looked
like a fiery-haired goddess the way the sun lit her up.  Gradually, almost
in slow motion, she allowed herself to fall forward, bending her knees as
she did.  She was almost parallel to the water before she kicked herself
away from the rocks.

   She pulled her outstretched arms in and turned her body 180 degrees in a
half-twist, then her arms re-extended over her head as she angled for the
surface.  For long seconds, she was suspended in mid air, her tight muscles
tensing her breasts and thighs.  She knifed into the water and twisted back
towards us.  We clapped and cheered - it was a remarkable sight.

   She swam up to me and I hugged her, "That was something else!  You were
wonderful!" She smiled proudly and kissed me softly.  We swam back to the
dock.

   "Bren," Celeste said, "We're gonna put a dive platform up there when we
build the 'wheel'." She had planned a patio on the east side of the
structure and it could be extended to go over the lake itself.  "Then you
can teach us how to really dive!"

   Afterwards we showed them Mueller's trailer and together we cleared a
wider path and hoisted the table out for Sara's potatoes, salad and a
wonderful tasting purple-and-brown vegetable dish called ratatouille.

   To help Nicole get used to our 'weird' lake, Celeste contributed spiked
'Swamp Water' and we watched as Nicole forced a mouthful down.  She had the
most alluring grimace on as she grabbed her own throat and staggered
drunkenly.

   "Argggh!  It's poisoned!" She took a few more tottering steps, then
pointed an accusing finger at me, "And it tastes like his come, just with
sugar!" Before collapsing in my arms.  She looked up at me and smiled,
"Actually, your come tastes better!" And winked.

   There was a general rush to try out Celeste's concoction.  With much
smacking of lips and retching noises the little connoisseurs discussed my
bouquet and the worst tasting times of the day.

   I tried a glass and it was quite good.  I tried a couple more.  By then
all my angels had a nice rosy glow about them.

   "Celeste," I announced, "I'm glad we spent all that time making sure you
got the taste just right.  It was worth it." We raised a toast.

   "Who would've thought those long hours on my knees could be so
productive...  figuratively speaking, I mean.  But," She shook her head, "I
sense something's not perfect.  I could do with another taste test." She
started reaching for me.

   "Celeste, we shouldn't have to tire James out, I must have over a gallon
of his stuff swimming in me already.  I'll gladly share it with you."
Nicole smiled disarmingly and steered Celeste over to her.

   "Can we at least get fed first?  You guys have too much sex on your
brains." Sara declared and pointed me to the fire.

   To a chorus of "Light My Fire" and with much fanfare I produced a
solitary match and struck it.  Thanks to the judicious application of the
naphtha fuel I found in the workshop, the fire lit perfectly and soon was
crackling merrily and warming us, much to the delight of the girls.  It was
nice to be adored.

   Dinner, in a word, was superb.  We laid around the flickering fire and
fed each other, licking up crumbs off our bodies.  We grilled steaks and
fried fish filet.  We ate potatoes baked in hot ash and charred
marshmallows.  We celebrated the indescribable beauty about us with our
laughter and love.

   Afterwards Sara brought out puff pastry and ice cream and an enjoyable
mess was had by all.  The girls did the volcano trick and, with them
squeaking and moaning their encouragement I had to lick up all the 'lava'
running off their peaks, which necessitated a quick dive in the rapidly
cooling lake to get the stickiness off.

   Soon we started cleaning up as it was nearing sundown and Nicole had to
go back to her studies.  Celeste was also starting her at-home Architecture
degree and both Jules and Brenda had exams to prepare for.

   Sara, Amanda and I waved from the patio as 'Jewel' sailed away into the
sunset.

   We had hot chocolate and we nestled closely in a sleeping bag and
watched the sun set over the awe-inspiring vista.

   "Thank you, James, for a very lovely day." Sara said as she hugged an
arm and kissed me softly.

   "Same here.  I cannot tell you how happy I am." Amanda laid her head on
my chest and rubbed my tummy.

   "Wait," I gloated, "It's not over yet.  There is one more thing and
you're gonna love it!"

   "Don't flatter yourself, I've had it and it's only so-so." Sara scoffed.

   "Really?  He told me he's in the Guinness Book of Records!"

   "Oh?  As the Most Talkative?" They started snickering.

   "No, as the Fastest Gun in the West!" They were beside themselves with
laughter, covering their heads and cackling under the sleeping bag.

   "Hmmph, I see you are not interested in my special presentation.  I'll
save it for a more appreciative audience then!"

   Amanda's big blue eyes peered out from under the covers.  "Oh, James,
don't be mad.  You know we're interested in EVERYTHING you have to show
us!"

   "Even if it's perverted and disgusting." Sara added.

   "Would it be?  You think?"

   "Undoubtedly.  He'll relish forcing it on us, he's got us alone, miles
from help, totally defenseless...  Exactly where he wants us..."

   "Ooooh, I never thought of that.  We can't possible fight him.  Maybe if
I sacrificed myself and while he's busy violating my body, you can use the
chance to escape..."

   "Oh Amanda, you're such a dear, but I wouldn't be able to live with
myself if I let you do that.  No, _I_ will let him ravage my innocence and
you can find safety."

   "Sara, oh Sara, my beautiful sister.  It appears we are destined to
suffer the same demeaning fate in his hands.  Perhaps, together we can help
each other face up to it, perhaps even to tolerate it!" Amanda slithered
over me and hugged her sister in strife.  They spent several moments
comforting each other with soft kisses and caresses.  Then Amanda oozed
back to her spot on my side.

   "Sorry...  Got carried away." She said, not sounding sorry at all.

   "Can I proceed now?"

   "Yes, by all means, proceed." Sara slipped up close.

   "Now, ladies, for tonight's extravaganza, I'll need you to close your
eyes."

   "...And open our mouths?" Sara suggested helpfully.

   "Well...  ah, no...  At least not yet..." I panted.  "Ready?"

   I got up, switched off the lights and slipped back in their embrace,
"OK! Open your eyes!" as I uncovered their faces.

   "WOW!" They echoed each other.

   Night had fallen and overhead the stars filled the sky with a blanket of
brilliance.  Away from the city lights, we could see millions upon millions
of them; more stars than could be imagined and they glowed and danced as we
gaped in wonderment.  The girls shivered and held on to me, eyes riveted
heavenward.

   I showed them the Pole Star and the Big Dipper, the Mother and the Baby
Bears, and showed them how to look for satellites.

   I showed them the shimmering band that was the Milky Way, stretching
diagonally horizon to horizon.

   "See that bright star just next to it?  That's the daughter of the
Emperor of Heaven.  One day she went to the Heavenly River, and there she
met a lowly shepherd.  And of course they fell in love.

   "The Emperor was very angry, so he banished the Shepherd - that's the
other bright star on the opposite bank.

   "The princess was distraught and begged and begged her Father.  Although
he was moved he could not take back his command.  So each year, on the
seventh day of the seventh moon, he sends all the crows in the world to the
river and they form a bridge for the lovers to meet for one night.

   "And it always rains the following day - from the tears they shed, both
in joy upon meeting and in sorrow as the crows fly away for another year.
And you'll notice some birds with feathers worn off their head from being
walked on." The girls hugged me tightly.  "And the rest of the year, they
just look longingly across the river.  And wait..." We sighed.

   "Ohh, that was lovely.  I wouldn't want to be them, though.  So
lonely..."

   "I don't want to be the crows either.  The two were probably making out
on top of them to have rubbed all their feathers off."

   A comet streaked across and we all made a wish.

   Amanda reached down and held me, "Gosh!  My wish is coming true!"

   "So I should be getting mine too!" Sara breathed, "When are you going to
start your perverted and disgusting things on us?"

   "Er, I forgot whose body I should ravage and whose innocence I can
violate!"

   They proceeded to go to some considerable lengths to make sure I have
the facts straight.

   As tender bodies coddled me and warm flesh enveloped me, I too, got my
wish.





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