Chapter 7

The trip to Montenegro was an eyeopener, although we already knew the performance and range of the Feral Princess was quite a bit better than it was before the modifications. At altitude, after carefully calculating our fuel consumption, speed, said altitude, and weather-related data, we found we had the range to make southern Europe from the United States mainland.

Our load calculations included the ten of us, Matt, Doris, Jennifer, Patty, Allison, Sally (who was able to join us after all), Valerie, Sharon, Sandy, and me.

We opted to return through Lisbon, then on to Bangor, Maine, since that would give us a pretty good sized safety factor for a headwind, at twenty-six hundred and fifty nautical miles. The trip over was through St. Johns, Cork, and then to Tivat, the last leg being only twelve hundred and fifty nautical miles. The route we took is very popular for small business jets and such without much range. We used the tried-and-true path, probably for the last time. With our new configuration, Raleigh to Lisbon would be a no brainer, and Lisbon to Raleigh would be possible, surely, but most probably weather dependent.

We went from twenty-five hundred and forty nautical miles range to thirty-seven hundred and fifty, and the airspeed increased about the same fifty percent, putting us at just short of four hundred and fifty knots. The frame and wings of the King Air could handle that with no difficulty. It was actually a smoother ride using the GE powerplants and the new props.

It was the second morning in Tivat, while our group, all ten of us, were walking to a restaurant for breakfast, when a self-admittedly clumsy moment caused Valerie to come in contact, abruptly, with a cute local girl who was just minding her own business. The contact was an almost head on collision, with Valerie’s entire left side coming in contact with the girl’s entire left side. No one was injured and nothing was broken, thankfully. Valerie was full of apologies, and in so much as the young lady had been studying English, they got into a conversation about where they were from and such, setting up a much longer one over the breakfast we offered her for her trouble and Valerie’s carelessness.

Elsa Maxim was a dark-haired angel. She was smart, funny, outgoing, and gorgeous. She was dressed in a pencil skirt, silk blouse, off black hose, and four-inch pumps. Very professional looking.

When I commented on her beautiful outfit, she giggled, then she explained she liked to dress that way, but today she was out interviewing office workers for one of her classes on human studies so she felt she had to be dressed nicely, and as a professional office worker would dress.

We spent the entire morning with her, and at one point, as we followed her to an insurance office so she could run inside and talk to their receptionist, I noticed that she and Valerie were holding hands.

As she went inside, Sandy pulled my arm and asked me, “Aren’t they cute, Charlie. I think so.”

I nodded and patted her hand. I wondered how she felt inside. I’d probably find out later. Over lunch, there were more discussions about dreams and futures and all sorts of frivolous subjects, and then one that wasn’t so frivolous, nor fun to talk about.

Her parents were lost in an avalanche a couple of years ago. She was well taken care of by her parents’ life insurance and the sale of their business. She thought about keeping the business but convinced her lawyers to sell it and let her use the money to study and hopefully move to America on behalf of her country, or some large company that would benefit from her services.

The mood became somber, but she put the stops to that, lightened up the conversation and got us all back into a good mood by asking if she could take us to a beach the next day to goof off and get some sun. It was an easy decision.

She gave us directions to her apartment and as we were dropping her off, asked us to pick her up at ten o’clock the next morning. She told us she’d show us some beautiful sights and some really nice swimming areas. All of us were looking forward to it, since that was why we came here in the first place. We were tourists for God’s sake. Of course, we were interested in her guiding us around.

The one of us most interested, certainly, was Valerie. She even walked Elsa up to her door, and as they held hands and talked quietly, we could all see they were enamored with each other. Finally, Elsa reached up, pulled Valerie’s head to hers, kissed her and quickly went inside her place, closing the door on a surprised, and maybe even shocked, Valerie.

“She’s a doll,” Valerie said, climbing back into the car for the trip to the hotel. “She told me she felt something when we held hands. Sandy, Charlie, I did too, I think. Is that OK?” she asked with a shaky voice.

Sandy spoke up first, saying, “It certainly is. You never know who flips your skirt, Valerie. None of us know that kind of information until that one, that person, is with you. You and I were that way. Charlie and I were that way. My mom felt that for Charlie as well. Didn’t you feel a connection with Charlie, too?” Valerie nodded. “Don’t worry about us, baby. Follow your heart. If you feel a connection, talk to her. You won’t hurt us, honey, because we’ll still love you, no matter what you do, or who you do it with. We want you in our lives, but we want you to be happy first. Does that make sense?”

“More than you know. Don’t tell anybody outside this vehicle, but what you said makes me want to take her home with us and keep her in our family. All of us, just like we are now, you know?”

There were enough nods in the van to make it move up and down a little bit. Well, maybe not, but it looked that way. That night in the hotel, the conversation about Elsa was informative, to say the least. The consensus was that she was beautiful, smart, endearing, enthusiastic, and fit in with us like another smartly stacked spoon in the silverware tray.

The day at the beach showed us a lot more of Elsa Maxim. A whole lot more. An extremely lot more, considering the almost bikini she was wearing when she removed her coverup and sat on a huge towel with Valerie and Sandy. The thong bottom was cut small in front, and just a skimpy strip down the back between her tanned buns. The top, while underwired, held two large breasts, but just barely covered the nipples and the undersides, and not much else. The straps on the top were thin. Very thin. Elsa Maxim was a Goddess and had found worshipers.

While the girls were all sunning, and chatting, just naturally conversing and getting along, Matt and I walked the beach with Doris and Sharon. We were mostly people watching and wading in the surf. Matt and I teased the ladies with some of our finds, and their obvious qualities, then the ladies did the same. There were a few men on the beach with Speedos that did nothing to hide their manhood. Those men were definitely proud of the packages they were sporting, and might have even been advertising, for all I knew. While I’d never felt small, I certainly wouldn’t say I was up to those kinds of dimensions. Sharon told me to never worry about that, as all of my women thought I fit beautifully, and they wouldn’t change a thing.

Doris told Matt, “You have nothing to worry about either, mister.” They stopped for a hug, then caught up. Always nice to know your friends are happy. “Charlie, what do you think of this thing with Elsa?” Doris asked me.

“I think I need to keep my plane fueled up. I have a funny feeling Sandy and Valerie are going to be bringing me back here before we can get the laundry done from this trip. I’m not going to complain, though. I think there is a spark between the three of them, and I’m not going to do anything to extinguish it. It’s just not my style. So far, things have been pretty nice, and looking at the judgment of those girls, I don’t see a downside.”

When we returned to our beach site, we noticed the girls had kept themselves oiled up, protected from the sun, the three, Sandy, Valerie, and Elsa on one big beach blanket, and Allison and Sally on the other. Watching Sally rubbing hot oil on a hot Allison was a hot number, Sandy and her mother both noticing my excitement.

“Charlie, I’m due for a lube job, if you need a little something to keep yourself busy,” my wife said, then followed up with, “and I’ll do you and fix that problem, if you need.” She giggled, causing her mother, who heard her, to giggle, causing Allison and Sally to look over and assume they knew what was going on, which caused them to giggle. Valerie and Elsa then turned their heads toward us, most likely seeing me kneeling beside Sandy with a slight bulge in my trunks. There was no way I was getting out of this mess without some ribbing.

“Sucks to be you, Carter,” Matt said, laughing and ushering his girlfriend toward their folded blanket to set it up and catch some rays between their daughters’ blanket and ours. He got my attention and pointed a few yards away where Jennifer and Patty were laying on their blanket, both shiny with oil, holding hands, and most probably sleeping, as they made no indication whatsoever that they’d heard any of the goings on.

Those two were definitely wrapped up in each other’s lives now. I could already imagine Jennifer coming to school in Missouri and Doris moving to Maryland until different arrangements could be made. The offer had been made to have Jennifer stay with us, but if she went to go to school in Columbia, instead of the St. Louis Metro area, she’d have to live in the dorms, like Patty was last year. Maybe they’d both be fine with that and work it out.

Watching Sally and Allison together was an eyeopener, too. Allison was carrying my child, and Sally was the newest member of our small group. How and where she fit in was up to her. Right now, she was the friend and former teacher of a couple of high school graduates. It would be interesting to watch the next few days and see how things went.

Allison had been spending more time with Sandy and me, allowing Sharon to have someone to talk to as well when conversations started spreading out. Sally was in on some of those, too, even when Valerie, and now Elsa were involved. It just seemed like we were growing, spreading, evolving, into a bigger ... family. I guess ‘family’ would be the best term at this juncture.

That evening, I remember clearly because it was the first time in a long time that Sandy hadn’t sat next to me at the dining table. We once sat on opposite ends of a long table, but that was symbolically arranged by Sandy, I’m sure, so that we’d be seen as the power couple in the room. Quite elaborate, I know, but I’m sure there was a reason for it. That night, though, she put Sally next to me on one side and put Allison on my other side. Valerie was next to Sally, on her other side, then Elsa. Surprise, surprise, Sandy had made sure to invite the local cherub to dinner. Valerie was over the moon.

Sally seemed very comfortable sitting with me, having really gelled with Allison, who, as I said, was just on the other side of me, across the table from her. They chatted quite a bit during our meal, making sure I was included in the conversation as much as they could, deliberately, I’m sure. It broke the ice. It shattered the ice.

“Sally, would you spend the night with me, please,” Allison asked her, point blank. “You are a darling person, and we have a lot in common, I think, and I’d just like to get to know you better.”

“Sure, Alli. I’ve got a feeling you and I are going to wind up being pretty good friends. I think you’re a great lady, and I’d like that. Yes, for sure.”

Anyway, that’s how I wound up making love to Allison and Sally at the same time while Sandy rubbed on my chest, and Valerie and Elsa consummated their friendship and turned it into something much deeper.

Sally’s vulva was a more than adequate dessert, something I was able to enjoy immensely while she and Allison made out as they were sitting on me, one on the top end, enjoying my nose, lips, and tongue, and one in the middle, impaled on my super hard erection. Thinking Allison was enjoying it more than me might be a stretch. I was pretty happy as campers go. Sandy helped them both out, able to play with her former teacher’s clitoris and nipples, now that they weren’t involved with the whole student/instructor relationship. They became closer, too, but Sally and Allison formed a bond on top of me that lasted until long after I was no longer in the picture.

After they had brought themselves, the both of them, to orgasmic closures, Allison helped her new friend change places, during which Sally helped herself to Allison’s nethers, licking and cleaning her up from the mess I made, then Allison put her on my erection and took her turn sitting on my lips. Most of the mess had been cleaned up, and her lubrication replaced most of everything else remaining. The point was, it wasn’t me that I tasted, although it wasn’t the first time that situation arose.

Sally was tight. Her little bald pussy was extremely small. It took her several minutes, with Sandy’s help, to get me inserted, and then she didn’t want to uninstall Charlie from her vagina. “Oh, God, Sandy, you get this all the time? Jesus, this feels good. The times ... Never mind. I’ve never felt this good with something up my twat. I love this. Charlie, this is nice. Thank you. Oh, oh, ooooooohh, jeeeezzzz. Uunnngghhh.” She came and fell against Allison, who feeling her new friend orgasm, had a small one of her own, allowing me to taste even more of my first child’s mother’s secretions. I loved it. Sally was a doll, tight, inviting, and super sexual once she got started. Allison was all love, all the time, and tasted divine. She pulled Sally down, laid her next to me, cleaned her pussy up with her own tongue and lips routine, then pulled up, lay behind her, told her good night and went to sleep with Sally between us.

Sally didn’t go to sleep right away like Allison did. Sandy and she talked for a few minutes over my chest like I wasn’t even there. It was cute, and not even a bit annoying.

“So, Sandy, is this a one-time thing? Is Allison going to...”

“No, Sally. This is the farthest from that. Remember what I told you about Charlie? If you make love to him, you’re his. I warned you, didn’t I?” Sally nodded. “You told me you wouldn’t want another man if you and Allison, and you and I, could be close. Remember that?”

“Yes, and I meant it. I wanted this, and I wanted to be with you and him, and Valerie, for sure. This thing with Allison, though, I feel...”

“I know. Don’t worry. Allison is in love with Charlie, too, and she isn’t going anywhere. She, like my husband, would not have made love to you, or even made out with you, sitting on top of him, had she not had every intention of this going on for quite some time, if not eternity. Charlie is forever. If you make love to him, it’s forever. He will never not consider you his lover. He wouldn’t have allowed himself the pleasure of his dick in your pussy, excuse the language, if I hadn’t told him that we had talked, and you wanted us for the long haul. He would have asked before you all went that far, had we not spoken.”

Sally pulled my face over and kissed me. “Good. I’m not into one-night stands. I’ll never again allow that to happen to me. There is a story there. I’ll share later if I need to, but the last year and a half, then the last six months especially, convinced me I would be happy, and in love, if I just followed you home one day, Sandy, and made a concerted effort to be available, open, if you will, with my mind, but especially with my heart. It’s working, but I was just a bit worried about Allison. I think she’s really something.”

“She told me tonight that she’s thinking the same thing, Sally. Did she tell you she was, well, she is carrying Charlie’s first child?” Sandy asked her.

“Noooo. Seriously?”

“Yes. She’s in for the duration. If she licked Charlie out of your pussy, she wants you here for the duration as well. To her, that’s like intercourse. You don’t share those things lightly. She would not have done that if you were a flash in the pan. She doesn’t do one-night stands either. Not at all. In any case, welcome home, love.” Sandy reached across my chest with her neck stretched out and kissed Sally, who was stretched the same way in the opposite direction.

“Both of you, good night. Sally, by the time I get up, after hearing you talk, and feeling your soul on mine, I’m pretty sure we’re going to be in love, so brace yourself. It’s going to be a fun ride if you let it be.”

“Thank you for the warning, Charlie. I’m here willingly. I promise.”

Sandy asked her, “Do you, Sally, take Charlie to be...”

“Stop, Sandy. I do, I do, I do.” She kissed us both again, snuggled down into my armpit, head on my shoulder, and we all fell asleep. I have no idea what Valerie and Elsa were up to, but I did hear some wet noises and some giggling as we faded off to slumber.

I woke to hear the two of them, Sally and Allison, talking beside me. Sandy wasn’t still in bed with us. The sun was up, though not very far up, and I thought I heard her in the other room chatting with her mother, or Doris.

“No, Sally,” I heard, “I have no intention of this being short term thing with us. I really like you. I do. We can be together as much, or as little as you want, but I’d like lots of you in my life. And, yes, I’m madly in love with the boy toy there. He really is the only man I’ve ever met that I’d want to have a child with. Even a clone of my father would not have been enough, and that is supposed to be every little girl’s dream, isn’t it? Getting a man just like their father? I love my dad, don’t get me wrong, but Charlie is still the only one I’ve even wanted to do this with.”