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   James Part VI.  The Eyrie.

   Chapter 29



   I woke when Sara started squirming out of the sleeping bag.  It was just
getting light out.

   "Hey..." I smiled at her.

   "Hey..." Her eyes softened and she gave me a quick kiss, "Bathroom! 
Cold!" She whispered as she ran naked into the house.

   Amanda was still nestled over my body, head resting on my chest under
the bag.  I stroked her soft hair and she murmured something before
settling into sleep again.

   Sara came back out with her short dress on.  She knelt next to us and
kissed me, "Do you want breakfast?  Or later...  Mmmm." She closed her eyes
as I ran my hand up her thigh.  She had nothing on underneath.

   She let me pull her over my face.  I kissed her light down covered pussy
and licked her.

   "Ohhhh," She breathed, "Ohhhh." She started shaking and dropped down on
her arms, slowly pumping her pelvis as I tongued her wetness and ran my
hands up her ass.  She shivered and grunted with a soft climax, holding my
face against her.  Slowly as I tasted her with my tongue and caressed her
back, she shook and came again.

   "Stop, James.  I'm too sensitive!" She crawled off me, still panting
softly.

   "How can a girl get any sleep around here with people poking her in the
belly and making rude noises?" Amanda wiggled herself up my erection and
slipped herself over it.

   "Argh, tight.  Don't move..." She moaned, then she reached up and slow
kissed me.  "Eccch, morning breath and cunt.  What a combination!" She
rolled off and placed my hand on her sex, then she reached for Sara and
pulled her down for a warm kiss.  "Mmmmm, you taste good!" She started
getting wet and began slipping herself over my hand.

   "And you taste of little girl and sex." Sara smacked her lips, holding
Amanda's face, "How are you today my sweet?"

   "Happy.  Loved.  And Hungry." Amanda kissed Sara's palm and attacked my
hand in earnest as Sara dashed back to the kitchen.

   Amanda was moaning and wheezing and shaking as she forced my finger in
her when Sara stuck her head out, "Breakfast - or do you want to wait?"

   "N-no, gimme a sec!" Her shaking slowly stopped and she patted my cheek,
"Sorry dear, gotta go pee!" She pecked me and ran off, her tight ass and
boobies flashing.

   "Do you want to do something about that?" Sara pointed to the tent I was
making in the fabric.

   "No - can't come." Sara looked curiously at me while I stood and, as the
cold hit me, my hardon flagged.  I climbed on the low rock wall, wet my
finger and tested the air.  Then I let a stream go and we watched the
breeze carry it to the rocks and water below.

   Sara was leaning on the house, holding her stomach and laughing like a
maniac.  She pointed at me, "You're SO gross!" and laughed some more.

   I shook myself and hopped back down.

   "Eewww, don't touch me!  That's the most disgusting thing I've ever
seen!" She skipped out of my path.  "Go wash your hands!" as she pushed me
to kitchen sink.

   Amanda came downstairs and grabbed Sara in a kiss.  "See?  We both taste
like little girl and toothpaste now!" Sara started whispering to Amanda and
they looked at me.

   Amanda skipped up to me and waved my cock at Sara, "You mean this?  See,
I don't mind!" and knelt.

   "Oh, yuck!" Sara hid her face in my back as Amanda made slurping and
kissing noises against me.

   "Hey, you're not even touching him!" Sara's curiosity made her peek
around me and realize that Amanda was kissing and licking her own arm.  "I
can do that!"

   "Oh yeah, do this!" This time Amanda took me in her mouth and pumped me
deeply before pulling off.

   Sara came around and grabbed me and slipped me in, slashing her tongue
around and said, triumphantly, "No biggie!  I can do it too!" and waved my
biggie at Amanda.

   "Of course, after I did the hard part!" Sara sniffed and sank her mouth
back on my hard part.

   "Hey, what about breakfast?"

   Sara pulled off and said, "It'll keep.  We made him all excited.  We
should finish it..." And pumped her mouth down on me.

   "S-Sara's right...  It's only fair..." I sighed and helped her swallow
more of me.

   Amanda hugged me and caressed Sara's hair, "I can't believe the girl
cares more for you than her starving sister!" She paused, "Sara, you don't
have to make it so good for him.  Just make him come and then we can go eat
real food." Sara looked at us and went on pumping me slowly in her mouth,
weaving her tongue over me.  Amanda sighed, then she knelt down and began
moving her hand on the shaft.  Then she started licking my balls.

   "Oh god!  Oh my god!  Ahhhh!" I moaned and clutched them to me as I
shook and pumped into Sara's mouth.  Sara swallowed noisily as I pushed
myself in her and gasped my pleasure.  After a few spurts, Sara pulled back
and Amanda took over, sucking and milking me until I was empty.  I was
gasping and swaying on my feet.

   Sara stood and held me, "James, are you OK?" I was shaking hard and
couldn't even speak.

   Amanda kissed my cock and stood up, "See, even your precious boyfriend
is faint from hunger!  Can we get food now?" They led me to the sofa and
Sara rushed back in the kitchen.  Amanda held my head to her breasts and
stroked my chest as I caught my breath and waited for my blood to find its
way back to my brain.  I was nodding off to the soft caresses when Sara
announced breakfast.

   She had made omelets with the leftover steak, served inside puff pastry,
with home fries on the side.  After my third helping I declared myself
full.

   "That's good, because there is nothing left to eat!"

   Amanda rubbed her tummy and sat back contently.  She had two helpings
herself.  "Thank you Sara.  It was delicious." Sara beamed and kissed her.

   "Yes, Sara, that was marvelous.  Thank you very much, my love." I said
sincerely, although I was thanking her for two things.

   She smiled, "I'm glad you liked it, I love you." She knew.

   "And I love you both," Amanda kissed us, then took our hands, "Now,
let's go boating!"

   I hurriedly washed up as the girls cleared the table and stocked 'Gyro'
with the essentials.  We put on our swimsuits and I made sure we had extra
life jackets.

   Sara and I sat huddled on the stern as Amanda did her circles and
figure-8's, and of course the gyro.  We were clutching ourselves and
screaming in terror as Amanda struggled to keep the powerful boat hopping
on its tail, wearing out the transmission and our nerves.

   A couple of other boaters were attracted by the noise and they drove up
to watch our acrobatics.  Amanda got a riotous ovation and she stood on the
seat and took a bow.  They were curious so we told them we were practicing
a new stunt for our show at the water park.  I assured them cowering in
fear was part of the act as well.

   Afterwards Amanda took us to our fishing spot by the reeds.  They showed
me the two traps that they'd sunk there yesterday.  The first had a couple
of fair sized crabs and the second had a big blue crab and the remains of
two small ones it had dismembered.

   "Yuck!" The girls agreed.

   "So, the question is, do we have them for lunch or do we let them go?"

   "After the breakfast we just had, how can you even think of lunch?  We
can save them for dinner, can't we?"

   "Not tonight, I'm taking you girls out to dinner!"

   "Why?" Asked Sara.

   "No reason, although if you MUST have a reason, ask Amanda." Sara looked
at her.

   "Because..." Amanda fidgeted and in a whisper, "Because we're his good
little cocksuckers..." They both turned red and, as Sara buried her head in
Amanda's neck, they began laughing.

   "You guys are the sickest people around!" Sara declared, after she
caught her breath, then she looked at Amanda, "Er, is there a time limit? I
mean it WAS this morning..."

   "That's OK, as long as it's the same day." Amanda stated with authority,
"But, I probably can't go..." She looked concerned, "I just did that little
bit...  At the end..." She looked at me, "James, does that mean I only get
the left overs?"

   We burst out laughing and flopped around the boat.  The girls were
hugging me and cackling madly.  I choked and my tears were streaming all
over my face.  The crabs clicked their claws and looked at us like we were
crazy - and we were.  Crazy in love.

   After we collected ourselves we let the crabs go, but not before a
finger-wagging lecture for Big Blue not to cannibalize any more of his
mates.  Then we broke out the fishing gear.

   We had our Kodak moment the first time Amanda cast her lure towards a
clump of weeds and a large-mouth bass leapt up to snag it in mid air.  It
was everything the travel brochures had ever promised, with the added bonus
of a screaming, excited little girl being quite thoroughly kissed after she
pulled it in.

   We had caught 6 nice fish before the sun became too hot and the fish
disappeared.  So we went into the deeper channel and I rigged a heavy rod
in the rod-holder and trolled slowly as we sunbathed and looked for
congregating birds that signaled feeding fish.

   Suddenly the fishfinder beeped and the rod was pulled almost at right
angles and the line started whining through the drag.  The girls were
screaming and jumping up and down as I started the retrieve.  The rig had
hefty 20lb line on it so I could really work the fish - at least a
10-pounder by the feel.

   Sara took over after it danced on the surface once and dove back down.
By the time Amanda took the rod, it had traveled almost the width of the
lake.  It was still almost too much for her as it constantly threatened to
pull her overboard.  I ended up holding her in my lap as she fought the
monster to the boat.

   Sara scooped it in the net and we'd barely managed to drag it into the
boat when the hook just slipped out of its mouth.  We had landed a 13lb
steelhead trout that was over 30 inches long, barely fitting in the cooler.

   After another quick dip to cool ourselves, we sailed back to the house
to get ready for lunch, taking a detour up Rainbow Head, aptly named for
the activities that ensued.  Amanda earned a well-deserved invitation to
dinner and got 'Gyro' christened at the same time.  Sara also squeezed
extra desserts out of me.

   We cleaned the fish and froze the smaller ones.  Sir Jumpalot, so named
because of its hyperactivity, contributed 'salmon' steaks, which was fried
and served in a coriander-butter sauce and consumed with great relish.

   I informed the girls that they would be dining at a restaurant in the
city and their faces fell.

   "We have to go back home?"

   "I thought we'd stay a few more days!"

   "Different city - we're gonna SAIL there and stay overnight!"

   Awareness dawned in their eyes.  "So we're taking 'Jewel' there, aren't
we?"

   "Won't it be a long trip?"

   "It will be a 2 to 3 hour trip - we'd go through the lock by the dam."

   What followed was a mad rush to clean up and to pack our stuff on to
'Gyro' as I called Max at the marina to have 'Jewel' readied.

   In less than an hour, a freshly provisioned and gassed up 'Jewel' was
fully loaded and we were on our way down the river.  Max had even managed
to install the extra cell phone I had purchased.  'Jewel' now bristled with
antenna and other very impressive hardware.

   We had our first close look of the fisheries operation where I asked for
and got chum, which is just offal from dead fish mixed with oil and
refrigerated; but the frantic upstream migration had all but ended.

   We watched with interest as the lock cycled us through; pumping water in
to raise the water to lake level, admitting us, then emptying the water so
that we can be let out the other side, some 25 feet below.

   I had the girls stay at the control with the map so they would be able
to navigate back upstream if the need arose.  I also had the GPS
automatically track all major changes of direction and speed.  In the close
waterway, radar was virtually useless for details.

   Wild vegetation on the shoreline soon gave way to lush green fields of
wheat, rice and cotton, with stands of fruit and palm trees scattered among
them.  Then we rounded a bend and we saw our first monster mansion with its
finely manicured garden.  For the next 20 miles, it was one gigantic lot
after another.

   "I had always thought Nicole's house to be big, but these suckers are
HUGE!" Sara breathed as we passed a colonial house with pillars a hundred
feet tall with overflowing gardens and a lawn that stretched to the
horizon. It even had a marina of its own that included a floatplane.  A
couple enjoying drinks under an air conditioned pavilion waved to us.

   The left bank of the river became marshy and a sign proclaimed it a
protected habitat.  Egret, ospreys and even the occasional bald eagle
soared overhead, accompanied by the ever-present seagull.  Once a large
eagle plummeted into the water about 50 feet away and Amanda whispered,
"...Like a thunderbolt he falls..." as it powers away, a fish in its
talons.

   Gradually the serene estates were replaced by smaller homes, until they
became high rise building and offices.  There too, the river traffic became
heavy.  We had to wait twenty minutes for a tug pulling 6 long barges to
navigate a turn off before we could proceed.

   We passed under 2 bridges choked with rush-hour traffic and we waved to
the drivers waiting patiently to go home.  Most of them waved back and some
even blew their horns.  There were more horn blowing and good-natured cat
calling when we passed under the bridge and the girls stood in their
bikinis and did an impromptu bump and grind for them.  A traffic copter
even followed us for a bit.

   We had decided to have a late dinner and do some sightseeing while it
was still light out.  We pulled into the marina near the restaurant and,
while we took on more fuel and fresh water, I went next door and made a
reservation for dinner.

   When I got back, a group of half a dozen teenaged boys had collected
under the boat and the girls were sitting on the foredeck chatting and
signing autographs.  Apparently the TV station had shown a cut of their
routine under the bridge and rumor was that they were part of a movie shoot
up state.  To give their fans more goggling time, I went to the marina
office to arrange for slip space.  I got the VIP treatment when they
realized that some movie stars, as yet unnamed, will be staying over in
their luxury yacht.

   The girls cheerfully waved goodbye to the boys as I cast off.

   "Oh, the price of fame!" Complained Amanda and tossed her hair
imperiously as we sailed out the open harbor.

   "I know the feeling.", Sara commiserated, "You try to be nice to the
little people and they MOB you!" Their faces were flushed and there was no
mistaking their excitement.

   "Wait, let me guess.  Your nipples are hard and your noses are not
running.  I got it!  You girls are horny, right?"

   "Perhaps...  Play your cards right and we MAY let you find out!" Amanda
chucked my chin and kissed me softly.

   "With your tongue!" Sara amended, grinning, but then the smile faded and
she looked at Amanda, "Please, Mandie, can you take the wheel, please?"

   She took my hand and rushed us down the cabin and on the berth.  She
pulled my cock out and stuck her mouth on it as she kicked her briefs off.
Five seconds later she was squirming on me.

   "Ohgod ohogod ohgod." She breathed as she slipped herself wetly on me,
her hot cunt squeezing my erection deliciously.  I held her hips and helped
her fuck herself on me, her hands entwined in my hair.

   Sara reached behind and unhooked her bra and leaned so I could hold her
breasts, arching her swollen nipple into my palm.

   "Oh god.  Uh, uh, ohhhh." She breathed in release, eyes closed tightly.
Her moans slowed, "James, do me..." as she urged me on top of her.

   "I'm so horny, James.  Please!" Her hands gripped my ass and pulled me
fully in her.  I started pumping and she squeezed me with her cunt, "Ohhhh,
James...  James, ahhh, so good..." I increased my pace and she moaned her
encouragements.

   I pounded into her hot slick cunt and she thrashed and groaned out in a
series of little tremors.  I held her tight little ass and fucked into her
as she wrapped herself around me.

   Amanda must have cleared the inner harbor as she opened up the
throttles. The boat lurched and shook as it met the swells and Sara started
moaning and shaking under me, clamping her limbs tightly around me.  She
held my ass and humped herself against it as she wheezed out her orgasms.
Her lips found mine and she snaked her tongue in as I grunted and poured my
seed in her churning depths.

   Our soaked bodies were still locked together and shook with the
occasional tremor as I turned us on our sides.  I smoothed her wet brow and
kissed her nose.

   She smiled up at me and kissed me on the mouth.

   "Hey..." We looked into each other.

   "Feel good?" I kissed a soft nipple and she moaned.

   "I feel so good...  and so nasty!" She hugged me, "I'm afraid of what
I'm becoming!  It's like I'm hooked on sex!"

   "It's because your lovely body - all our bodies in fact, are designed
for sex, to procreate.  Humans are the only animal that can have sex
continuously as soon as we reach maturity." I kissed her some more. 
"There's nothing wrong with enjoying a most natural act when it's shared
with someone you love."

   She held my face, "I'm glad you feel that way.  You should know that I
only feel sexy when I'm with you." She rolled on top of me and whispered in
my ear, "I love you and I will only want sex with you!" She pulled her head
back and looked at me, "OK?"

   I held her face, "OK." We kissed for a long time.

   Sara gave Amanda a soft smile when we went out, "Thank you my dearest
Mandie!  I love you!"

   Amanda looked at us, "Ah, young love!  So sweet, so innocent!" And
returned a kiss that was anything but innocent.

   We got drinks and snuggled in the captains chair.  The shore was now a
long continuous strip of white sandy beach, dotted with umbrellas and
cabanas.  In the background were hotels and high-rises.

   We were ten miles out in the open sea, far away from the noisy
beach-goers and their PWCs, surfers and sailboarders.  Except for an
occasional sailboat or steamer, we were alone.

   We watched gulls and egrets soar, competing for supremacy in the
cloudless sky.  Once a school of dolphins broke surface and allowed us to
sail with them for a mile or so before turning and disappearing into the
depths.

   As the sun started to set, we turned back to the harbor.  I took a
shower in the tiny bathroom and got dressed for dinner.

   The girls took their time getting ready and I was tying up at the marina
before they came out.

   The days in the sun had given them smooth tans and their hair shimmered
with sun-bleached highlights.  Amanda had done their faces a little and she
had obviously learned a lot from Kelly - they looked sophisticated and
worldly but glowed with an innocence that begged to be ravished.

   They both wore the white ankle-length dress that Nicole had made for
them, and I could just make out white bikinis inside.  All very presentable
but I kept getting the urge to rip it off their bodies.  They smiled
happily when I bowed and kissed their hands as I handed them from the boat.
They even had modest 2" heels which they put on just outside the
restaurant.

   Their effect on the restaurant crowd was electric.  We were greeted with
stunned silence, then everyone started buzzing and it did not stop until
long after we were seated at our corner table.

   I ordered bottled water all around.  It had been a long hot day in the
sun and they were already high from the attention they were getting, from
quick glances to outright ogling.

   We shared oysters and clams in the shell for appetizer and we tried raw
salmon, sashimi style from the sushi bar there.

   Sara had a steamed crab because she wanted to learn how to prepare them
in the shell.  Amanda tried crawdad jambalaya and I had the stuffed
grouper, in case we wanted to make it as well.

   We did not speak much, happy with the company and content with soft
lingering looks and fleeting touches.

   Dessert was a glass bowl containing a scoop of every flavor ice cream
that existed.  I relented and allowed a glass of Riesling Ice-wine for each
of us.

   We plowed through rocky road, boisenberry, licorice twizzler, grass
mountain and I was struggling with the last bit of honeydew-marshmallow ice
cream when a teenager came and asked for our autographs which the girls
very graciously gave.  He even asked and got mine as an afterthought.

   The girls eyes glinted and Sara sighed, "We've come a long way, haven't
we?  A month ago, I would've been so thrilled to GET an autograph, even
from a nobody.  Now I'm GIVING them, even if we're still nobodies."

   "There's a secret, Sare.  How other people see you depends on how you
see yourself.  Confidence is the greatest draw."

   "And the fact that you are gorgeous, with a bod that says 'Eat Me!'
could have something to do with it as well!" Amanda grinned, then she took
my hand, "You're marvelous too.  In a nobody sort of way." And kissed my
palm.

   Sara reached over and took her hand, "You, my beautiful Amanda, are the
loveliest, sweetest person I've known.  I feel beautiful just being around
you." Then she turned to me, whispering, "And you, I love you." Her eyes
got misty as our fingers touched lightly.

   We paid the bill and Frank, the proprietor, came and introduced himself.
"There's a couple of photographers outside asking for you." His face took
on a sneer, "Paparazzi.  Do you want to meet them?" We shook our heads,
"Come this way then, please."

   He took us down a corridor and through a side door and out to a wide
busy plaza.  I shook his hand and he gave me a card, "Next time call this
number and ask for me." I thanked him and he bowed over each of the girls
hands.  He didn't even ask our names.

   Arm-in-arm we sauntered past the gas-lit square, peering into shops and
cafes.  The noise drew us to a street carnival and there were street
jugglers and tightrope walkers and fire-eaters and we clapped and cheered
madly.

   The girls had taken their heels off so we found a horse drawn carriage
to take us around the block and back to the marina.

   It was getting quite dark as we tied up at our assigned mooring, in the
middle of a secluded part of the marina.

   We were bone tired so we just washed up and cuddled in the cozy little
cabin and allowed the gently waves to lull us to sleep.





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