Chapter 375: No, You Aren’t Doing That

That was a cold shower for him. I need to go find Bart anyway.

This guy’s sister got off his lap, and I saw him being dragged from the restaurant by a group of girls that looked like they were sisters or cousins. More than one of his brothers and cousins sighed in relief.

“David,” one of the boys in his family whispered to me. “If only you would let me, I would suck your dick. I think most of the boys and men in my large family would too. Girls in our family don’t get raped, but the guys do. Only our dicks getting fucked raw saves us from any girls he forces to suck his dick or let him fuck their ass. If not for Kaity, Christina, Ursula, and Jeni coming to care for our sore dicks, we would have killed him. Girls can bitch about him going off too fast for them to get off. Not my sisters or cousins. I’m lucky to cum when they let me.”

Maybe I should give the girls raw pussies. Wait. Why? They won’t want his dick to get sore.

I had no clue I had been in here so long. April came to say Bart is being “bad,” and I needed to stop him. She took my hand to lead me over to where I found Bart trying to force his dick in a girl that wanted badly to get fucked, just not right there or because he wanted to fuck her. I cleared my throat. It scared the shit out of Bart, and he ran off behind some bushes. At the end of the hedgerow, he popped out to jump into one of the pools.

The girl looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Move back until the back of your legs touch the bench and then move your feet out wider than your shoulders,” I told her as I moved closer. “If you scream when you cum, put your hand over your mouth or stuff a fist in it.”

I ran my fingers down her body from her shoulders to inside her thighs. I didn’t get close to her hard nipples, landing strip, or pussy. Down on one knee, I took a deep breath and blew slowly over her pink pearl. She dropped down hard on the bench when she came. I reached down to move one foot over the other to get her legs crossed.

I turned to deal with Bart when I ran into a hug from a naked guy.

At least it was a quick bro-hug.

He walked beside me as I headed toward the pool carrying April.

“I don’t care about any of the things I heard about you, David. I only believe what I see with my own eyes and hear with my own ears,” the man told me. “What I saw is that there is only a small group of women in the world that could have taught you what I watched you do to my daughter. We know that she would have screwed the boy if he hadn’t been in too big of a rush to go back around the corner to a less public area. You, on the other hand, could walk around using her to jack you off with her pussy. Thank you for living up to the good things I hear about you.”

I was beside the pool where Bart was over trying to tell another girl how she would take him somewhere to let him fuck her.

I turned to the man and said, “If only I drank beer. Then I could say, hey man, hold my beer and watch this. The things I must suffer.”

“Bart,” I yelled loudly so that everyone in the area stopped what they were doing to see why. “I found a girl who will wear you out. Catch.”

April had stripped out of her scrubs before coming back to get me. She flew the eight feet to do a cannonball right in front of Bart. He had been around her enough when staying at my house to not worry about her in the pool. From the look of pain and surprise on his face, I’m pretty sure April hit her head into his balls when she pushed up off the bottom of the pool.

“You have three choices for a girl to give all your attention, Bart, April, your newborn born baby sister, or Molly,” I told him. “Before you choose the baby, she had two brothers that are part of that package. Camden had triplets. Molly is somewhere she can’t come here, so you will have to go to her.”

I love you, April.

Bart thought I was joking until April told him, “I have to go potty and not pee-pee,” followed by a wet, bubbly fart.

“If she poops in any of the pools, we have to close them all for twenty-four to forty-eight hours to ensure there are no bacteria in the water. April is two, and she told you she has to go badly. Do you think anyone will blame her?” I said to make sure he got the point.

If he was less focused on getting laid all the time and paid attention in school, he could have argued. I’m not telling him that the water in each pool is isolated from the other or has monstrous pumps that exchange the water every hour. Brats without their personal butt-wiper are going to get in the pool with shit still on their ass.

April waited until he got her over to the men’s bathroom to say, “I’m a girl. I can’t go into the boy’s potty.” When he got around to the women’s, April said, “Boys can’t go in girl’s potty. I have to go bad.”

I would have told her not to do it, but Bart had been a complete ass to the girls here since he arrived. He never even noticed the four unisex bathrooms in the middle of the pool house. She could have held it long enough to get up to my suite, go around to find the perfect potty, and then hop on up to do her thing. Instead, April waited for Bart to in the middle of the sidewalk to the nearest building to let loose. She got most of all over Bart.

“I said, I need to potty bad,” April told Bart. “Sorry. Too slow.”

He stood there with shit and piss all over him, trying to figure out what just happened and what to do about it.

I yelled over at him, “April had to go badly. Try not to get any more on the sidewalk. Stand over the drain in the grass. Someone will hose you off after they clean the walkway.”

April wasn’t done pooping and hit him with another blast of wet poo. The same girl he was trying to fuck walked up with a long pole that she used to poke him to get him over to the area with the drain. She was whispering, angrily, it seemed, in English, to Bart.

I knew the staff is never very far with everything they needed to clean up when little kids have accidents. Usually, a team of four appears, like magic, to quickly clean, sanitize, and disappear in a few minutes. One of the oldest janitorial staff members was there pretending to train a group of young teenaged girls to clean up this type of accident. Ten minutes later, he walked over toward Bart with his backpack of water and spray arm. I watched him shrug his shoulders and leave.

“This won’t get off that mess now that it has dried,” he told Bart. “It isn’t safe for you to shower in any community area. You will have to go back to use your bathroom. I would hurry if I were you. I don’t think the little girl has gotten everything out yet.”

When April let out a wet fart, Bart started hurrying toward the opposite end of the resort, where Al and Sue had their suite.

The man, whose daughter Bart was trying to screw when I found him, said, “I’m not sure I would trust him with any of my daughters at any age. If I didn’t know kids can’t do that on-demand, you could try to convince me she did that on purpose each time. Of his three choices, I know I would have chosen April over your triplets or Molly.”

“He would be better off with Molly,” I explained. “April is the closest thing to a daughter Molly will have any time soon. If he doesn’t give his full attention to April until I tell him otherwise, Bart will find Molly waiting on him when he gets home.”

With her father close enough to hear, I told his daughter, “I know precisely why you, and many of the girls your age, let Bart scratch your itch, along with his attitude. We both knew you were ready for the main event, just not there practically in the open. April runs full speed most of the time when she is awake and gets tired eventually. You know where to find his room. Make sure you tell any of your friends that April must be asleep, in the same bedroom and no more than ten feet away from Bart, if they want to fuck him. They have my permission to wake April if he isn’t the great boy you all remember playing house with over the last few years. I’ve never woken her myself before she wakes from her nap, but I hear she gets very cranky.”

The girl gave me a big hug. I felt her nipples hardening up where they pushed into my stomach. Her dad seemed surprised that I didn’t appear to notice the girl using her hands to check out my dick before heading off in the direction Bart went with April.

“I expect she is one of many girls that had Bart as the first, and maybe only, lover during his previous visits. We aren’t going to stop any girl from having sex with any guy they choose. What I can do is to make sure Bart stops acting like the girls will spread their legs when he says, anywhere he wants. There isn’t anywhere he can hide that April, Bambi, or his little brother and sister can’t find him. Bart is babysitting April until I hear girls tell me that Bart is back to being the nice boy they remember,” I told him. “I know for sure that he didn’t behave like this when he stayed at my house. I’m not about to put up with it at my resort.”

He patted me on the back and told me I was a good man. I had the money to be a total dick and know nobody wanted to try to fuck with me after April’s kidnapping. We walked together to one of the outdoor bar areas. I did get one of the ciders I liked while he had a beer. Some of the other men here asked if they could join us. One wanted to know why I was hanging out with them instead of with my babies.

“Seven seems to be my lucky number today. I got banished from the nursery by the doctors after caught all seven of my babies as the women pushed them out. The last thing they want around them right now is the guy who caused their current discomfort,” I told them. “I’m taking a stroll to enjoy my freedom until told otherwise.”

Not knowing the changes that Skylar and Mary “officially” having my children, and not Darren’s, means regarding the harems, one of the guys joked, “At least you won’t have to take any of your harems to your home.”

Two of the guys spit out their sip of beer while another shot beer out his nose.

“When their fathers died, along with the heir apparent, the harems transferred to his daughters. Each of them got pregnant by David after Darren died. Skylar and Mary having David’s children today cause the harems to now belong to David. David not being a member of an elite family provides him the loophole that he doesn’t have any power over them. He can’t take them away from Skylar’s or Mary’s ownership, but he is still on the hook to service them,” one man said.

Another added, “I wish the harems the best of luck with that. David can screw all of them that can slip his dick inside them and wear them all out. They will be lucky if any of them get pregnant by him before they can’t fuck long enough to make him cum.”

“It doesn’t sound all that bad to me,” I joked. “I can sit back and let the girls and women feed me grapes as one of them tries to milk the cum from my cock. If they want to get pregnant, I will play the old married woman and lay there as they do all the work.”

That made them all laugh. We commiserated about the first two weeks after having a baby. All congratulated me on the seven and told me I was lucky they sent me away until further notice. It meant no diapers and burping for me.

They were getting hammered by the time I finished my fourth cider. I noticed the guys getting “collected” by a wife before long.

One of the women was waiting for their husband to return from the can. I didn’t care that she was checking out my body, but the sneer on her face seemed undeserved. Hiding not far behind her was a teenaged girl wearing a bodysuit that only left their feet, hands, and head exposed. It stood out to me because it matched her skin tone and looked like she was naked. I mean nude, including showing tits, nipples, sparse pubes, and pussy when she opened.

Only her years of learning to face being out where people can touch her keeps her from being like the cat after the birthday party.

Her mom didn’t see the girls stripping off the bodysuit when I gave her a Molly nod.

Once she was naked, I said, “Well, come on, already. You’ve done your best to stalk me since you arrived. I got kicked from the nursery, and April is with Bart, her new nanny. You have to try this cider. It tastes incredible, and you can’t even tell it has alcohol. Lodi got me started drinking them.”