Chapter 482: Park Amusements

Once in my suite, Jessie locked the door, stripped, and started pulling up my shirt. I let her find out that I wasn’t a little boy anymore. She checked my dick and balls out for ten seconds before pulling me toward my bathroom.

“As much as I want to have that dick, well any dick, inside me, from a guy that I can tolerate touching my naked body, it isn’t happening in the shower,” Jessie said. “I blew off my homework and have been a total bitch to everyone for the last month. I don’t have a reason. I just did it. My dad took away all my video game systems, laptops, and tablets and did something that won’t let any game run on my phone. I’m going insane not being able to play anything. It is a damn good punishment, though. If you want my pussy, put a controller in my hand and do all you want in either hole between my legs.”

She didn’t get to rush out with a quick duck under the water. I washed her hair and body, dried her off, braided her hair, rubbed lotion on her from head to toe, and then made her take her birth control pill, even if I knew she had gotten an IUD.

Because Jessie had a short torso, she could sit in my lap, with her back against my chest, and not block my view of the TV. I had my controller above her lap while Jessie’s controller was out in front of her. She was one of those gamers that turned and twisted the controller to the sides when she played. We were both naked. My dick was resting on the top of my legs. Her butt and pussy pushed down against it from sitting most of the time. That is how Jannie found us.

“I should have known. Since you got your period, you’ve complained about needing to find a guy with a long dick that only partially made your skin crawl. You made all those pairs of panties and tights with a hole only big enough for a dick to get in your wet hole without touching you anywhere else. Here you sit naked with a long dick against your pussy, and you are playing video games,” Jannie said.

Jessie retorted, “I already told him he could fuck me in both holes as long as he lets me have a controller. He is kicking my ass, and my pussy is soaked. No matter how much I grind and rub it all over his dick, he won’t get hard. I’ve already cum ten times. Grab a controller and join us.”

Jannie wasn’t great at video games, but she held her own. When it was her turn to sit on my lap, she stroked me hard and quickly worked all nine inches up inside her. Subconsciously, Janie would glide her pussy up and down on my dick until cumming. I knew she wasn’t doing it consciously because she was laser-focused on chasing her sister down and hitting her with something to get in front.

Jessie was still horny and wet when the girls swapped places. I was rock hard, so Jessie worked her pussy down my dick to get most of me inside her. It didn’t turn out how she expected. Her pussy was hyper-sensitive, and how she squirmed around while playing games kept making her cum so hard she would drop the controller, lean back against me, and ride out the pleasure wave. My implant timed the length of each cum, and her shortest one was twenty-nine seconds. Her longest was two minutes, ten seconds. Jannie used those times to kick her sister’s ass enough to get above her on the leaderboard.

Jessie finally figured out that because my dick was longer than she could get inside her and still sit her butt flat on my legs, she couldn’t keep fucking while playing. Jannie didn’t have that problem, and it seemed to make her a better player the more she came.

Around two, Jessie started being a bitch about how she was getting her butt kicked by Jannie in the game. I picked Jessie up, moved her around behind the couch, slid my dick in her pussy, and fucked her until she fell asleep.

“Finally,” Jannie said when I took the dead-to-the-world Jessie and put her to bed. “I want you to cum in me, but not when she could watch it when it happened. You may be my first real dick, but I’ve used plenty of fake ones. I’ve never felt anything going inside me feel this good.”

She found a co-op game for us to play together as she fucked me. Jannie got three loads of cum inside her before saying her fingers and hands hurt from playing for so long. I showed her the difference between riding my joystick when playing video games and what I can do with the controller. We cleaned up and went to bed.

Around five in the morning, I logged into the school’s parent access and noted that Ellen would be out of school for the rest of the week. She didn’t have any tests. Crimilda would get Ellen’s homework for her. I got a ping from my implant to say that we packed bags for the four Js, Ellen, and me. Their bags were in the car already.

“When can I wake them all up, daddy,” Ellen asked. “Are you going to let Jannie drive some? She’s almost seventeen. I love the twins. They are so much fun and love to snuggle. I was the meat in a Jenny and Jerry sandwich. I can’t believe I got so big now that I didn’t even notice when he got all hard in our sleep. Tee used to wake me up when he got hard right after you adopted me. When is my birthday anyway, daddy? No one seems to know. My father never had a birth certificate because I was born at home.”

Her phone dinged.

“Someone sent me a message that says I will turn twelve on the third day of the annual two-week truce. My parents planned for me to be born then since that was the only time it would be safe,” Ellen said. “What does that mean?”

I explained the Spring Break to Ellen’s elite families before having her wake the kids.

I quickly checked to find out it wasn’t at one of my or Elena’s father’s resorts this year. Ellen, April, and I must attend. It wasn’t because of my money, Skylar, Mary, or Corwin. They wanted me there because they loved April. Ellen needed to be there for entirely other reasons, which I didn’t mind. I’m also bringing Camden, Bambi, Tee, Dee, Becky, and my kids from Camden and Becky.

The four Js got as dressed as Ellen could get the sleeping zombies.

The staff helped her get them strapped into the gray minivan. Jerry and Jenny were in booster seats in the middle of the two back rows. Ellen had her booster seat on the middle row passenger side, but she was sitting in the custom-made seat that locked into where a console would sit between the driver and passenger seats. With the four guests sleeping the sleep of the dead, Ellen and I got to talk while I drove.

Ellen told me how Jerry compared Ellen’s pussy to Jenny’s. While Ellen had hair like his older sisters, her pussy had only developed as much as Jenny’s. During Jerry’s exploration, he had put a finger inside Ellen, but Ellen said it didn’t do anything for her, like when she did it herself or when Dee did it. I had to explain that Jerry, Jenny, and Ellen weren’t thinking about sex. They were exploring their anatomy.

She told me how Jenny didn’t have a cherry either. Jerry had put his finger in all three of his sisters to compare them. He was happy about being allowed to put his finger inside Ellen. It didn’t make her wet because that would make him hard and make him want to put his dick in her to see how that felt. He couldn’t do that with his sisters. They had all tried with him out of curiosity, but it wouldn’t work.

“Ellen, sweetheart.” I told her, “They told you that in confidence, so you shouldn’t have told me any of that. It is ok to talk about what you did with Jerry, but what they did with each other is private. Girls at your school hurt each other’s feelings by telling other people what they should have kept secret. Real friends keep secrets.”

“Oh. But we talk about everything. I know you won’t tell anyone. Brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to touch or see each other naked, but we both know it happens. I can’t seem to keep it to myself and have to tell someone. You’re the only one I trust not to blab. Dee and I talk about some stuff, but not private stuff about others,” Ellen told me.

I told her it was okay to talk to me about things if she couldn’t keep it secret and had to tell someone.

Before the first of the Js woke up, needing to pee badly, I found out about Ellen’s friends, the boys she liked, the boys she really liked, and how she was quickly catching up to grade level.

The biggest thing bothering her was that she always felt so much anger inside her. It wasn’t toward anyone, and she wasn’t mad at anyone or anything. It was just there. Going to the obstacle course early in the morning, during recess, after school, and before bed helped some, but she had to shower each time because she reeked. Sometimes she went to Tee and Dee’s house to beat on the dummies in the gym. Swimming helped some, but not a whole lot. I found that April showed Ellen how to find the tunnels, so Ellen was getting in them to run back and forth as hard as possible to make the anger disappear for a while. Even playing with herself didn’t help for very long anymore.

“Ellen,” I said softly. “There are some problems with the girls in your family when they start puberty until they get their first period. It is when you will be walking the fine line between being a fantastic person, like your father, or a psychotic bitch that gets off on killing, like your aunt. That is why I, of all the people in the world, was the only one who could adopt you as my daughter. No one told me how it would feel to you, what it would be like, or anything. When you told me how you were so angry at the animals, I suspected it was part of what the girls in your family go through. I am doing all I can to be at home so that I am near you to keep a close watch and help you find ways to work through this. I can only guess that your father also went through something and came out the man you knew who gave it all up to raise a family. He was a good man, which isn’t what his family wanted. They didn’t want someone with a conscience that took issue with whatever things his family was doing.”

Ellen pulled an old, well-worn book from her backpack and started reading it, maybe for the first time, instead of just looking at the pictures.

“Daddy? My dad made this book for me when I was small. He told me I would need it one day, and then what was in here would make sense. It talks a lot about the angry times. Do you think how I’m feeling now are the angry times he meant?” Ellen asked. “I can’t read most of it because it is in a language I don’t know.”

A glance showed me that it was in a language few could read. It wasn’t something ancient or anything. It was the only one that is rarely used now. Ellen’s birth father and mother knew it from the few lines I read. They planned to teach it to Ellen, but if they died before then, only those in either of their families with pure hearts could read it.

Not sure that I am of pure heart, but that is a different matter.

The four Js woke up while Ellen and I talked, so we stopped for breakfast and a bathroom break.

There were only two interstate lanes in each direction, so I asked if Jannie wanted to drive. I got a big hug and kiss on the cheek when I handed over the keys at the gas station. Jannie went around the van to check the tire pressure, oil, other fluids, clean the windshield, and even found the spare tire. That got the air pressure checked too. We were off as soon as she was happy with the adjustment of her seat and the mirrors.

Jenny took Ellen’s seat in the front middle, and Jessie moved to the front passenger seat. Jerry was still tired, so he got in the car seat in the middle row. Ellen and I got in the back row.

While they did have the radio on, the four Js had no trouble hearing me as I read the book aloud in the language written by Ellen’s father. Ellen said that the last time anyone had spoken this language was back around when she was seven. She understood it but didn’t know how to read or write it. She couldn’t speak much of it. The book had many things about working through the angry years, avoiding certain foods, and a long list of things that help calm it while not causing a lack of focus.

One paragraph required someone who knew the ancient martial art to do it properly. It also needed somebody to whom the girl wouldn’t react sexually or violently because of the areas that needed touching. If done incorrectly, it can sever the nipples and destroy all nerves in the clit. With one hand, a finger goes below the base of each areole. The fingernail pushes against the line where the areole transitions to skin. Using the other hand’s middle finger, that finger goes at the top of the split of the girl’s pussy. The fingernail pushes down against the top of the hood over the clit. Once positioned, which must happen quickly, the person doing this technique uses only the fingernails to push in and pull up.

When correctly done, the girl won’t feel it. If someone does it wrong, it will cut the skin and is more likely than not to cause permanent, irreparable damage. The girl’s subconscious registers the sensations and releases chemicals into the brain that help counteract what causes some of the conditions related to the angry times. It doesn’t last more than a week, but it usually will work for at least three days.

“Jenny!” Jerry yelled excitedly. “David knows how to do what helps calm us when we get so overwhelmed it makes us get violent and can’t calm down. He did it for Ellen. She has that relaxed look you get when grampa does it for you. David didn’t hurt her or make any marks.”

“Ellen. Jannie and Jessie know how to do that because sometimes Jenny or I need it to calm us down. It took them a long time to learn to do it right. Your daddy did it fast, like my grandpa. He said that sometimes we eat the wrong things or take the wrong medicines together. It makes us get super cranky,” Jerry said. “Jenny and I can’t do it to each other because it makes me get hard and her slippery. Getting all excited like that makes us crankier.”

Jessie said, “That isn’t exactly true, Jerry. It makes you get horny and angry instead of just angry. You try to screw everything, except girls, fortunately, and won’t stop until whatever causes you to get that way works through your system. Jenny does the same thing, but she puts things in where you poke in things. Grandpa said you two should be happy you will go soft if you try to stick in a girl. Jenny gets all locked up done there, and it hurts.”

Jannie wasn’t comfortable driving through traffic in the big city we were approaching at rush hour. We swapped out, and I took over driving. Jenny sat up in the seat installed in the middle. Jannie and Jessie moved to the back to talk with Ellen. Jerry moved to the back row.

We made good time since we left early in the morning. Just before lunch, we pulled into the hotel parking lot. We saw Yuki with three eleven-year-old girls, a fourteen-year-old girl, and a sixteen-year-old boy waiting for us in the lobby. They took the kids up to our suite while I did the paperwork. I shot the General the details, securely, of where we were staying. He was ecstatic that we were somewhere pretty much entirely off the radar for anyone who might try to kidnap his kids.

I inadvertently walked in on Jessie getting her pussy pounded by the boy. Jannie and the other teenage girl were in a sixty-nine on the additional bed in the room.

I closed the door and went to check on the other kids.

Not surprisingly, all of them were naked. The five girls were checking themselves out against each other. One of the companions always had Jerry’s tiny dick in their hand, jacking him off slowly. All three of the companions talked in a different language while checking to see if they could get a finger inside their pussy. They could.

“Jerry and Jenny,” I said as I made myself known. “If all you two wanted to do were get Jerry to put his dick in some girls and Jenny to get fingered, we would have done that near your home. You wanted to come to an amusement park. They close at six tonight.”

That got them interested in something different.

I went to tell the older girls to finish up or they would have an audience.

We soon headed to the amusement park. It was a blast. I found a restaurant nearby for dinner, and then we returned to the hotel. I ended up washing all six of the eleven-year-olds and putting them to bed. The teenagers reached around eleven before crawling into the nearest bed to sleep. One happened to be mine.

I woke in the middle of the night to the fourteen-year-old companion deep-throating my dick.

“Yuki said if I wanted to practice, you had a long one that wasn’t so fat that it would choke me. Would you put a finger in me and rub my clit with your thumb if I move around? I want to slip you in my pussy, but then it would get weird to me,” she told me.

The companion practiced through her having five monstrously powerful cums before her jaw started to hurt. She cuddled back up to me after she put on panties. That is where I found her when I woke up to my dick pushing through the cherry of the naked woman or girl who just mounted me.

When fully seated, the girl or woman leaned forward on my chest.

“No names, ok,” this mystery woman said, given that she wasn’t fertile this month. “I stood in line behind you four times today, and you reached back to hold my hand when I freaked out about being stuck on that ride. You made me cum each time you touched my bare skin. I had to change into that skirt and t-shirt because I came so much that I soaked all my clean panties and pants. I’ve never been able to cum, not even rubbing myself. It feels good but never gets me over the top. I always wear leggings with a skirt, long sleeves and gloves. I was in jeans, a long-sleeve shirt, and heavy gloves when I bumped into you. It looked like I peed in my pants from all the juices that rushed out of me right then. Mom and dad said I needed to find and have sex with you. I might not get another chance to be naked with somebody like this again, or not for a long time.”

Her pussy had relaxed enough to start riding me. As she did, I took a quick peek inside her head. Two seconds later, I had the problem with her clit not letting her cum fixed. It looks like the link to her cum trigger connected before birth, but the signals jumped to a brain cell touching that link. The paths to her cum switch for her pussy and g-spot happened at puberty, so they were good to go.

The woman fucked me until I pumped up a load of dead swimmers inside her. She slid off my dick to stuff tissues between her legs. I got another kiss after she washed my dick off. I watched her pull on a robe and then rush out of the bedroom.

I took a shower and then woke the kids. I found out that we now had an eleven-year-old boy and two different eleven-year-old girls. The boys were checking out each other’s little dicks and balls in one room. Next door, all four girls were checking out each other’s tits and pussies. Ellen and Jenny hadn’t gotten to do that because Jerry was in the room with them at my house. It was a girl’s only thing, it seems.

I let the boys play for a while longer while the four girls showered. They were over it and dressed before the girls came out of the bedrooms.

The boy from last night got replaced with a sixteen-year-old girl. It had nothing to do with him nailing Jessie and Jannie late into the night. A family where he had been a companion to their son in the past specifically requested him. It appears he and the daughter were intimate for years. She was now married to a man who couldn’t keep up with her sexual needs and wasn’t around enough to get her pregnant. He wanted children but was smart enough to realize that meant he had to make himself be home for five to eight straight days each month. He told her dad to find the boy she used to learn how to fuck and suck to be her boy toy.