Chapter 416: Beauty and The Beasts

My GPS showed me to go to another of Elena’s Dad’s restaurants, but that wasn’t what Desi needed right now. She remained utterly drained from last night. Instead of little blobs of something on a plate for fifty dollars, Desi needed fat, greasy, artery-clogging goodness. The smell of sausage and coffee brought her out of her zombie-like state. I let her have coffee, but not any of the three-hundred-minute liquid caffeine shots they had by the register. I got dirty looks from her until the plates of sausage, bacon, gravy, eggs, and biscuits arrived with her cup of coffee.

This girl can eat, that is for sure.

It took us two hours to be full enough to handle driving to the next place on the map. This one was a spa with twenty hotel rooms for the spa guests. We got a room and were going to get massages shortly after we arrived. They would have lunch for us there.

“How pissed is April at me for not being home yet,” I asked my dad.

“I don’t think she has put down that stuffed animal since it got here yesterday. We only got the t-shirt off her because it would get ruined if she got pool water on it,” dad told me. “The two-wheeled bikes without pedals better have a good warranty. April loves that hers has her name on it. The other kids don’t care. Well, Aubry did care a little bit that she didn’t have her name on one, but some stick-on white letters solved that. I don’t think your mom has been happier to have kids riding anything in the house as she is those bikes. We took them over to the park, but we need to figure out some sort of cart to carry them when the munchkins got tired out. Those things aren’t the easiest to lug around. Luckily, we found other little kids that thought they wanted to try them too. So, we put a helmet on them, and those kids rode back the other way. We gave out a lot of the business cards that came with them. I think it is great that they are donating one for each one purchased. These aren’t all that expensive, and kids can use them until around five. That is better than the other riding toys. If April is mad at you, she has been too tired to say anything about it. She is even riding it instead of swimming.”

I explained that Desi and I were getting back slowly, but Elena asked that we stop at a few places. The spa we were going to today was supposed to specialize in touch-averse massages. We would see.

When we got there, they ran us through the questionnaires. Desi made sure to note that she was Autistic and moderately touch-averse. They had no issues with me being there as her guardian since Elena had put it into the computer.

“Desi,” a woman called out. “We’re ready for you.”

I got up to go in with her, but they said, “I’m sorry, sir, but she is only fifteen, so no men allowed. It doesn’t matter if you are her husband, brother, guardian, father, or lover.”

“I hope you are good at what you do, or you will be asking me back there sooner than you think,” I explained.

Be that way, lady. We will see how well you do with a touch-averse Autistic kid that hasn’t taken all her meds.

I got called back to my massage. I asked if the woman minded if I stripped versus wearing shorts. She told me that they had disposable Speedo-style things that I could put on if I were modest. They had seen it all, and it was up to me. I stripped and laid down with the sheet over me.

The woman giving me the massage got a look at my dick, resting down, pointed at my feet when she moved my legs apart to massage my thighs when one of the women that took Desi back came in looking alarmed.

“Sir,” she said, hyperventilating a bit. “We use aromatherapy oils, like Lavender and Frankincense, for providing a sedative-like effect in our touch-sensitive clients. Your friend, Desi, did amazingly well during her massage, even requesting that we pause a few times to let her cool down a bit. We did a skin peel, and while she was facing down over the aromatherapy pillow, we thought she went to sleep, but she won’t wake up. We are getting worried.”

I laughed, much to her distress, before saying, “She was sucking down three-hundred-minute energy drinks every half of an hour before I cut her off. Today I only let her have one cup of coffee at breakfast. We also cut some of her meds out. If you want to wake her up, expose that cute, blindingly white butt of hers and pop it like she was your kid that just flushed your engagement and wedding rings on purpose. That will wake her up.”

The woman thought I was joking. The one that was massaging me was working on my dick instead of my leg. I heard the smack of a hand on a bare butt all the way down here. It took three times before Desi let out a long moan followed by a sigh. I almost didn’t hear her ask the ladies in her room to do it again. They didn’t seem to mind one bit.

“How much of this monster can you get in that girl?” the masseuse asked before getting back to the scheduled massage.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “We can go down to her room to find out if you won’t call the cops. She sounds like she does when getting herself off. I’m sure she is wet enough to give it a try. Not sure if she’s had a dick in her.”

I bet that messed with your head as I planned.

“I can think of a better place for that long dick,” she whispered to herself.

I softly put my hand on hers and whispered back, “I have rubbers that fit me if you want me to give you a long massage.”

She asked to give her a minute and quickly slipped from the room. After a few minutes, she returned, looking happy, and pulled a younger version of herself into the room behind her. She locked the door.

“I looked over the schedule, and I’m free for the rest of the afternoon. Your friend is quite enjoying the touch of the three masseuse trainees now that she can stand having someone touch her everywhere. Once they finish, she still must get her first mani-pedi,” the woman told me. “I’m not sure that I believe her, but your friend said that it wasn’t you who fucked her raw last night, but what matters is that we won’t know if you can get that monster inside her or not. My sister, however, has been trying to get in here with you since I brought you back. My boss made me bring her in here because she won’t shut up, and they can’t make out a thing she is saying. I can’t either, but then again, I’ve not heard her say anything more than a few words at a time, usually when sedated by the aromatherapy. That is the only way we can get her so her doctor can examine her. Oddly, she continues to freak out the bloodletters. Without a flinch or a bruise, she can draw her blood if they give her the supplies.”

It is no wonder you can’t understand her.

I laughed as I sat up, and her sister got on my lap with only the towel covering me and said, “I wouldn’t expect you to know the twenty, or so, different languages she is speaking, trying to say what she wants. I understand her just fine. Then again, I’m a natural linguist.”

Her sister, Leila, named after a one-eyed cartoon alien, told me, in a mishmash of all the languages she knew, “Finally! Someone that understands what is going on in my head. I saw you were hearing me whispering away, as I sometimes do. You smiled at a few of the naughty things that I thought as I looked over at you. We know why I am feeling that way, don’t we? Once you finish fucking my brains out, then my sister’s, and then mine again, can you make my sister let you install that Molly Speaks app so that I finally talk to her? She won’t even put a game on her phone because she is freaked out that someone will hack it and get her contact list. I love her so much, but technology isn’t my sister’s strong suit. My parents aren’t any better. They have the most basic cell phone they can find, and that is only because of me. People have to be able to get in touch with them if something happens to me.”

“It seems you understand her correctly, too,” I told Leila’s sister. “She wants my dick first, and then you can have some before she has me fuck her again. Work for you?”

Ok, you don’t have much choice about going second. Your sister should be a stripper.

Leila was pulling her panties, tights, biking shorts, shorts, and skirt over her last foot, all in one smooth motion before I finished talking to her sister. My dick was pushing through her cherry as she got her sports bra, lycra biking shirt, camisole, t-shirt, and button-down shirt over her head. Before her clothes hit the floor, she had worked three inches of my dick inside her, and she wasn’t slowing down.

“If you pull off me a second, I can get a rubber on,” I told Leila.

She shook her head and said, “No way in hell. It would break anyway. I’m going to be fucking you too hard, and I have issues with my muscles in there relaxing whenever I try to get anything in there. It will be plenty slippery, just too tight to have anything in between, and I don’t want to try to figure out how to get pieces of rubber out of me. Semen is made to come out of there.”

I offered, and you do have a point. If not for my shield, this would be hurting me too much to let you keep going.

Leila was athletic from how hard she fucked me non-stop, trying to get past what her medicine was denying her reaching. When she didn’t have anything left in the tank, I stood up and turned us around so that she was now laying on the massage table. I pounded her pussy like a madman. Her sister saw it in Leila’s eyes, but I had the place in my head showing me the instant that chemicals keeping her from getting off got depleted. I watched the energy surge over the links from the nerve impulses her pussy sent to the place that triggered her orgasms. Not having anything deadening those signals in her brain, she had no problems getting off. Right before I ca, e, I pulled out and then pushed the head into her mouth. She ran her tongue over my dick head and got a big blast of cum in return.

While still feeling the calming effects of the post-cum euphoria and her racing heart, she managed to say, in English, clearly, “Ok, sis. Your turn. I took the first quick one out of him, so he should last long enough to get it inside you and fuck you for a few minutes. I think you are going to like it. I did, but it was my first time, so I have nothing to reference.”

I put on a rubber and fucked the older sister from behind because she said that she had a boyfriend she was regularly screwing. Her pussy was only a bit looser than her sister. I found out that her boyfriend always got all he had inside her, but that never lasted long before popping his cork, no matter how many times she got him hard again to try to go longer. When she begged me to cum after she said she couldn’t cum another time, I pulled out and slid into her ass. That was something she didn’t want anyone to know that she liked more than getting her pussy fucked. I didn’t cum when fucking her there either. The rubber came off, and I was back in Leila. I had cum in her once and was about to again when the door opened.

“I need some of that, please?” said one of the girls I guess had been in the room with Desi. “No rubber, no kissing, no hugging, no foreplay, just rip through my cherry and fuck me.”

What cherry?

I gave that girl what she wanted, including a big load of cum. I kept my sperm in my balls.

One of the girls training in Desi’s massage room stripped below the waist to have me fuck her. The others just pulled their shorts and panties to the side under their skirts. I never got to see their pussies, not that it mattered. Neither were virgins, and both were already around two months pregnant, or however long ago it was since Prom up here. I got begged to do them all again, which I did.

“See, I told you that it was supposed to be longer than a minute, and girls can cum during sex,” the last of the three told the others. “Maybe we can find out what this guy takes that keeps him from getting off. If I make it to my second trimester, I will want to have it for my Prom date since he knocked me up.”

When the manager came to the door, we were all dressed, “Desi finished with her mani-pedi. Lunch is here.”

Once I was out of the room, the manager tore into Leila, her sister, and the three girls about this not being that kind of spa. If it ever happened again, they would get terminated on the spot.

A little softer, she asked how well I could fuck. Leila surprised them all when she spoke clearly in English about it.

I slipped back into the room, snagged her older sister’s phone, and quickly had the Molly Speaks client on her phone. I ensured that it was the full paid version so that she wouldn’t have that cost. Her parents would have to update their phones to use it too.

“If anyone else wants to understand what Leila is saying, buy the Molly Speaks client for your phones,” I told them as I gave Leila’s sister her phone back.

In seconds, I heard Leila’s sampled voice from her sister’s phone asking if she could walk down to the corner to get her something high in fat and calories instead of the lunch here. The three interns decided that sounded good, so they were going to do that too. I got their phones to put on the Molly Speaks app, but they only had the thirty-day trial because all of them had the money to buy it without it breaking the bank.