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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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