Chapter 428: Roller Coasting

“Girls, we need to get going to make it to all the places I was only planning to take Susan. We have to get you all three showered, too,” I told them before I got Susan back in my arms to carry her.

I looked at their parents and brothers when I went in the girl’s heads to put a sleep-like bubble over the places in their heads that let them use their form of telepathy.

Both boys high-fived and took off toward some part of the park. Their parents looked a bit lost. I saw them head over to an area where no one had sat for a while. It had a build-up of dirt and grime on the seats.

“Thank you, David,” Susan said. “It is such a drain on me sometimes. I’m so relaxed now.”

Tina and Ariel expressed the same relief.

“Mark and Timmy have not ever had it blocked. I can still feel the happiness from them about being blocked from us for a little while,” Ariel said.

In their hotel suite, I said, “You three get in the shower together. It is big enough for two extra-large adults, so the three of you would have enough room to ensure everyone gets washed everywhere, twice.”

I was digging through their clothes to get what I wanted them to wear. Each had a cute dress that would make people wonder if they were braless or not. It went past their knees, so no one would see they didn’t have on any panties. All three found that with me near, they could do things with each other they had wanted to explore before but hadn’t been able to do. I didn’t give them too long to enjoy the tastes of each other.

“Girls, you are going out wearing only the dresses I picked out and sandals. We are going underwear shopping, so no point in wearing any if you are just going to keep putting them on and taking them off. Once dressed properly, we are going out to dinner,” I explained.

I did fix their hair so that it wouldn’t blow all over the place in the Maserati, which I found arrived last night.

After connecting through my shield to my implant, I found the stores I wanted. They were empty except for one person working the register. When I got to the first place, I told the girls to wait in the car. This store had a sonic-pulse clit, g-spot, and vaginal stimulator that fit entirely in the pussy, except for a pussy-red piece that fit up against their clit. With most in their pussy and silent, no one would ever know they had it, except maybe TSA if they went through body scanners.

“I see that look a lot,” the somewhat bored girl behind the counter said. “My brother works at a small airport near here that is now one of the three most preferred locations for companies to test their latest body scanners. Due to the driving schools, most of those who fly in must be healthy, or the people can’t enroll. On my days off, my girlfriends and I will get various toys that we take through inside us or in our panties to see what the scanners show. This one isn’t specifically invisible to the body scanners, but where the parts are located and how they are assembled makes them appear to be part of a girl or woman’s body using some sort of tricks with how the x-rays they use work.”

I got five of them plus five extra battery chargers made to charge when a girl sits over the inductive charging pad. It doesn’t do it fast enough to make the battery get hot. The woman threw in some very thick gel to dip them in before use after cleaning well. It helped to slide it in easily and also did something to form a protective layer around it.

The woman at the counter told me, “Hey. It is slower than shit around here most of the time. You are the first guy I’ve had come in here that I don’t want to find a pedophile just to un-creep me out. I’ve been on edge all week and can’t get off. You look like you have a nice dick, and I have rubbers of all sizes. Can you help a girl out here?

I moved around behind her, reached into her pants and panties, rubbed a few circles around on her clit, and she went limp when she came.

“Well, it looks like you don’t need to find me a rubber to fit me after all. Glad I could give you the finger,” I joked as I held the woman at the counter up from behind with her butt on my leg.

She finally got where she could stand and said, “No one has ever gotten me off that fast or from rubbing my clit, not even me.”

“If I can do it, then you must have been doing it wrong,” I told her as I headed back to the girls in the car.

I got them all bras and panties from materials that wouldn’t stimulate them when they moved around. The clerk didn’t give a shit when I walked into the changing rooms with one of the girls. I had the girls stay in the changing rooms, naked, while I paid for their underwear. I went back in with a dress for each girl. I got Tina and Ariel off before putting on their panties. Susan’s pussy was a bit sore, but her new friend slipped right in with no problems. I showed her how to use the remote, and we tested the different settings to ensure that everything worked. She was ecstatic when I helped her pull her dress over her head.

With my implant, I called ahead to the restaurant I knew I owned around here. It was one on the high end of pricing for the area. Much of their business was from people with expense accounts. The dress code was casual, but if you came in wearing cutoffs and a t-shirt, they would tell you to change into something more appropriate. I didn’t want to go back to the hotel to change, so I stopped at a store that was a step up from the big-box discount stores.

“May I help you,” a pretty woman working the greeting stand asked.

I explained I had a reservation under Jones for four. She checked, called back on her radio, and then took us to a table already waiting with drinks, rolls, and a salad for me. The girls didn’t eat the salads but the rolls they would eat all day long. Foods that I knew they all liked arrived family style. All three were eating machines. They kept cleaning out the bowls of food on the table, and we kept getting more. Three hours later, the restaurant told us that they were closed now but would keep bringing us food as long as we wanted. I decided that we needed to head back anyway.

I stripped us all at the hotel, pulled out Susan’s toy, fucked her until she was exhausted, and then cleaned up.

Tina wanted me to do it quickly until I came inside her. I had to cum in her before I stopped.

I expected her to be over it after I popped her thick cherry, but she wanted my dick hard and fast, so that is what I gave her. When I came, she went off into the stars. I had to wipe and wash her pussy for her because she was gone for the night.

“Finally,” Ariel said. “I want to do it all night long. I don’t have a cherry as she, or Susan, did. That went away the first time I rubbed my clit with the eraser on a fat kid pencil when I was bored in school one day. It slipped down and felt good, so I pushed it in, and it hurt. The next time I got bored, I was doing the same thing, but the pencil went in a bit this time. You can take what happened from there. I fuck anything I can get in my pussy that isn’t human or animal.”

We got into the shower and enjoyed fucking where we didn’t need to come into the bathroom to wash up after I dumped a load in her.

Ariel was everything I had always found a redhead to be in bed. We also did it with her bent over the couch, on the counter, and out on the balcony. By the time the sun started to rise, Ariel was well fucked and damn happy about it. She wasn’t the least bit sore or raw. Her sisters, on the other hand, were.

I don’t blame them for being annoyed at how chipper Ariel is, especially with my cum still leaking out of her.

I got breakfast sent up to the room. After it arrived, I told the girls they could hang here or head down to their suite. They had all their new underwear de-tagged, washed, and waiting for them with the clothes they wore yesterday. All three girls giggled as they said they were going to wear the dresses again today. That was all they were going to wear besides sandals.

Susan couldn’t go back to the park, but the other two girls could, so Susan would hang out with me, watching the other students trying to get things down.

“Can you drive?” I asked Susan.

“Yes. I got banished to my grandfather’s farm when I was twelve. He used to race cars on dirt tracks and did Motocross. It was something we could do together. When I got overwhelmed or was about to have a meltdown, he always seemed to know. He was the first to see my tits starting to grow and pointed out the first few hairs between my legs. You are the only person that knows he and I used to go skinny dipping out at the pond on his farm. He didn’t molest me or anything, and I didn’t play with his dick either. It was just a way to help me cool down in more ways than one. I went back every summer until this year. Why?” Susan asked.

I smiled, took her hand, headed back up to my room, stripped her, got her in panties and a bra, and waited. A few minutes later, the request I made arrived at the door.

The driving suit for teens fit her body perfectly. I handed her the helmet and changed. Down in the main office for the driving school, I had her sign all the required waivers. When they told me that everything was good to go the woman that runs the school came out to ask what the hell I was doing.

“She had a bit of a problem in the amusement park yesterday, so she can’t go back today with her family. There is not much else to do around here besides the schools, and Susan says she can drive. The next group won’t be here for a few days, and all you have out there is Bambi working her ass off trying to get past that last course. I thought I could let Susan see how well she learned what her grandfather taught her. He used to race on dirt tracks, she says. I wanted to borrow one of the school’s cars, but I can let her use mine if you think that would cause issues,” I explained. “It seems someone thought my Maserati needed some TLC and brought it up here.”

She handed me a stack of cards and said, “The owner said to give these to you when I next saw you, so here they are. They are passes that let anyone you give them to come run through the school on us. Oh, and he wants to talk to you later as well.”

“Want to go to a performance driving school for people under twenty-one, Susan?” I asked.

Speechless won’t cut it for me.

I got her phone, called her parents, got them on speaker, and said, “I’m kidnapping Susan so I can have her go through the performance driving school for under twenty-one. Can you get me two weeks to a month of meds for her?”

Her mom laughed and said, “Well, there goes her surprise for her birthday this year. We were already going to sign her up tomorrow morning. If we don’t have to pay for her, we will send Ariel. Lord knows we need the break on our insurance. How do you total a car in a school parking lot driving around cones?”

“Well, send Ariel’s butt to your suite to put on underwear and get it down here. I will let the office know she is on her way. They will get her going as soon as she gets here, and she is going to be doing a lot of classroom work for the first few days,” I told her. “Susan says she already knows how to drive on a dirt track, it seems.”

The woman that runs the school told me to check Susan out on the tracks. They will watch from here to see what she needs to learn and what needs to be unlearned.

We headed over to where they had all the cars, and I told her, “Pick a car, any car.”

She walked around until she found one of the old-school Detroit Muscle cars.

I had her drive, and I got in on the instructor’s side, with the linked set of brakes, gas, and steering wheel. We headed over to one of the relatively easy tracks they use for evaluations of her basic skills.

I should have gone on to a bit harder one instead. Susan didn’t even take a lap around to check it out.

Her reflexes were a bit slow, and she didn’t slow as much as needed for some curves and fishtailed a bit but never went off the track. Her second lap was faster, with fewer problems. By the fifth lap, she was rarely even using her brakes. Instead, she relied on engine braking to slow her into the turns and then power out of them. It went like that for the following two tracks.

Time to test her focus and frustration levels.

I took her to tracks that put water, oil, and various random hazards on the course. What and where change each lap. It did the trick too.

“You just killed an entire Kindergarten class because you couldn’t keep yourself in check,” I told her critically, which hit her like a slap in the face. “It is easy when it is just you and the road, but that isn’t what you find out in the real world, but this track does a good job simulating it. It is what they do here to make you the best driver you can be. Now you need to drink some water and eat something.”

The woman that runs this school came over to sit with us at lunch and said, “Susan, you just blew away the first week here. I’m very impressed by your skills. After lunch, we are going back out, but in a car that you will find makes that brick you chose look like a rock on a string dragged behind your bike.”

I watched them head off toward the same track I started Susan on this morning, but they were now in a Subaru WRX STI.

“I see that Susan wasn’t expecting all-wheel drive,” her dad said, coming over to the railing to watch. “Dad said she was a natural. He put her behind the wheel the first time, and Susan nearly scared him to death. Once she figured out shifting, Susan was a demon. I hear that Susan wiped out a group of kids on the obstacle track. That is good because she needs to see that it rarely isn’t an easy drive to the corner store or running errands. She is an excellent driver, but we have kept her sheltered not to have something happen like that.”