Chapter 23: Party Again

I was tying the plane down in its regular parking space. I thought the flight had gone well, but I wasn’t sure what my passenger had thought. He had the best poker face ever. The FAA Examiner was still seated in the passenger seat going over some kind of paper work. Just before I got out, I could see he’d been jotting down individual scores for the various maneuvers he’d had me do.

The passenger door finally opened, and the stocky man got out. He was smiling. He came over to me, “Miss Brianna Ashley Porter, I am pleased to tell you that you passed your Private Pilot’s Flight Test with flying colors.” He chuckled at his bad pun.

He held out a piece of paper to me. “Here is your temporary license. You’ll get a wallet-size version in the mail from the FAA in a few weeks. I recommend that you continue your training for at least an instrument rating. Never stop learning or improving. Your precision is very good as well as your practical knowledge.”

I sputtered, “Oh, I intend to do keep going. A friend owns a Gulfstream 650ER, and he wants me to keep working my way up the ladder of ratings and such until I’m qualified to fly it for him.”

The Examiner smiled. “I look forward to seeing you along that journey. Within the limitations of your rating, I’d fly with you anywhere. You have the right attitude.”

I handed over the check I’d already written to pay for the exam. He just tucked it in his pocket and we walked into the Drake FBO office together. I’d wait for Deke to return from giving another lesson to show him my accomplishment.

Deke followed me home in his car after he was finished that day. He was pleased that his first civilian student had passed the flight test with such high scores. I’d done equally well on the written test. I was driven to be a good student.

At the condo, I found a celebration for me. Somehow, some of the group had gotten a call from Deke. There was a large sheet cake with a cartoon character of me and a small plane on one distorted corner of the cake made to look like I’d plowed into the earth icing.

Besides Deke and Owen, Sheri, Luke, Maryann, Jake, Sean, Susan, Brent, and Roz were there. Owen had laid in enough food for twice as many for dinner. We all had pulled pork barbecue sandwiches with baked beans, and a few other country favorites.

Owen and Sheri both stood and made a few remarks about how timid I’d been when they met me almost two years earlier, and how far I’d come in terms of breaking out of my shell. I think Brent and Roz were surprised to hear the comments, because they’d only ever seen the ‘new me’.

Owen and I had enjoyed several other evenings of lovemaking with Brent and Roz since they first welcomed us to the condo. I continued to enjoy Brent’s unique abilities, and also discovered that he had cuckold tendencies regarding Roz.

I could get Brent highly aroused with dirty talk to him about what was happening with Roz and Owen; for instance, how Owen’s cock fit so perfectly in her snug little pussy, and how she relished having that cock in there all the time. I’d become pretty proficient at ‘dirty talk’, so I just directed it to their situation.

I’d cleared Brent and Roz’s attendance at the next party with Jake and Maryann, only they didn’t know it. Brent and Roz didn’t even know that they were the hosts.

From their attitude and the way Roz was dressed, I guessed that they were hoping for some action with us that night. I figured they might get more action than they expected if they hung around. It would be unusual for this group to break-up for the night before at least one round of sex.

If Brent or Roz weren’t interested, they could easily stroll about fifty feet from our front door to their door, and be home in another, perhaps safer, environment.

After dinner and pieces of cake, there was a quick effort on cleanup. I knew that Jake was now worth over a billion dollars, yet he carried dishes and leftovers to the kitchen and worried about the overflowing trash can for us. He was my kind of guy.

I said a few words to Deke about Roz, and her new status in our lives. He obviously liked her; they’d talked for a bit before dinner. I suggested he put the make on her after dinner, and he did. It was fun to watch.

Deke was a divine kisser. It was a combination of his soft lips, his masculine aroma, and his gentle touches that just instantly won a girl over and made her wet for more. Roz was an easy score for him. As some of the others at our gathering started to make out, he corralled Roz onto his lap, and the sex was just about on autopilot from there.

I could see Roz swoon over their first couple of kisses. I had pegged her as an easy score until then, actually. When she came up for air, I saw the look in her eye. She wanted Deke fried, scrambled, and over easy.

The other bit of matchmaking that I did was to aim Sheri and Brent. I wanted him to have the experience of being with a super-hot woman, and one that had been my mentor and role model. I told Sheri that he had a unique ability that would show up.

I also talked to Brent and aimed him at Sheri. I told him that he had to demonstrate to her his ability to have orgasm after orgasm without much of a recovery period and without even withdrawing from her pussy. He liked the way I thought. He sat with her at dinner and the two bonded.

By his own admission, Brent was a minuteman on his first orgasm, and then he got down to business. I watched Sheri’s face as he came inside her only a few minutes after they got started. She was disappointed but tried to hide it, but then he kept going. She looked surprised and happy.

Sheri popped off her own bit of pleasure with Brent. He was about her age, but she had a great deal more experience. None of that experience prepared her for his second cum, and then his continued pumping into her for a third and then a fourth round of sex. He was still going strong and looked very happy that he was pleasuring her.

Luke and I were fucking nearby. I took advantage of that to tease Brent in a bit of a cuckold way. I wasn’t so much as trying to humiliate him as to get him turned on more.

“Brent, can you see Roz. She’s fucking another man now. She got fucked by Deke, and he filled her pussy with his potent baby batter. Now, Luke is about to fuck her. He just fucked me, and it was really good. He understands a woman’s body. Do you think she’ll fuck all the men here tonight? Oh, that would be so great, wouldn’t it? She’d be loaded with cum for you to cleanup and have all those big cocks pumping into her with love and affection. She really seems to like other cocks, doesn’t she?”

Jake found me. He’d been fucking Susan in his first round and now wanted me. I hoped that Maryann hadn’t changed her attitude about their extracurricular sex. She was fucking Deke just then.

Luke carried Roz over to our kitchen island, and set her on the edge of the counter. He plowed into her pussy with his hard shaft, and I think she had another orgasm. They were putting on quite a show.

Owen and Sheri were in the midst of all of us. She rode his hot body in the reverse cowgirl position, so that we could all see his cock entering and extracting from her body. She liked to show-off like that and had me sometimes doing the same thing.

I watched Brent with Maryann. I think he’d already cum three times in her, and she was extolling his virtues as they continued.

Roz resurrected Jake after he tried to override my birth control pills with his seed. When she succeeded, he informed Brent that he was going to fuck his wife, and then proceeded to do so on about six feet away.

Deke fucked Susan, and I could see the glimmer of some romance there. Deke would love to tie me up, but he knew I’d resist that, particular after moving in with Owen and maintaining my ‘fuck all’ lifestyle. He could see that I wasn’t even allowing Owen, my steady bedmate, to tie me down in a long-term relationship.

Eventually, the evening broke up. I orchestrated Jake and Maryann personally inviting Brent and Roz to the House Party in ten days. They were very happy about that, and asked all the right questions about what to bring. Jake’s normal answer was something like, ‘What ever you’d like to drink, although there’ll be plenty of everything there. By the way, arrive hungry.”

Brent and Roz carpooled with Owen and me to Jake’s party on a Saturday night, as usual. The men looked sharp, and Roz and I were in hot cocktail dresses that showed off our legs, ass, and cleavage. As we parked, I noted that some of the outdoor tables and folding chairs for the upcoming wedding were under cover beside the house. The wedding was to be the following Saturday.

I was pleasantly surprised to find the Denver contingent at the party. Jake had sent his corporate jet to Denver to bring them to the party, and they’d fly back in a day or so the same way. Mike, Grace, Chad, Candy, and Connie gave the same welcome to Owen and me that a puppy seeing its master after a day away would do. I felt well-loved by the group.

I also hadn’t seen Derek and Allie for well over a month. We all hugged and kissed. Allie seemed more sophisticated and older than when I’d first met her and she was a high school student – well, she’d just graduated and was starting college very soon.

I watched to be sure that Brent and Roz were okay on their own, and they just blended into the large group of people scattered around the house and patio, instantly making friends. Roz, the cheerleader-type, was front and center as they moved around.

I talked with Marsha, Blake, Aaron, and Sarah about what was going on at Knightsbridge. The quick version of that conversation is that on Monday I was to go by their offices to discuss a sole-source contract for my services. Apparently, since Sheri, Maryann, and I had left, they were shorthanded with skills in our areas. That was good; we go back to work for them as outside contractors and make more money.