Chapter 488: Another Dinner With Marlene

Ariba holding my hand would have made a statement by itself, as she doesn’t allow anyone to touch her. Even if she was taller than Ellen by an inch, my carrying her was of a greater significance. It put Ariba’s head above my own by a couple of inches. No one here had seen anyone holding Ariba, not even her great aunt Elise, except me. Eleven-year-olds don’t want someone carrying them, especially not since I had Gabriella on the other side.

Elise did say that when Ariba got my custom-made pubic hair artwork growing, she would find me to show it to me.

Ava didn’t walk with my group, as she was from an elite family. Except for Ariba, the rest of us were nothing more than commoners. These were my friends and children, and each was under my protection. Part of us dressing up and going to dinner remind the elite families that I have trillions of dollars in cash and properties from their cash and properties. It also would point out that it is better to mess with me than my girls.

My implant showed me the lie about the jellyfish, April, and her sisters. The assassin, who let the jellyfish loose near Ellen, had done the same near April. That wasn’t good because April pushed out a shield around the jellyfish and the assassin. That twenty-year-old woman is in a coma in a hospital fifteen miles from the resort. She had a delayed reaction to the toxins but would live.

Well, that sucks for you, then. No insurance and the elite families don’t pay for a partially done job.

It made me smile that someone said this was the third time people have tried to kill April and failed miserably, the second being Ava.

I knew that my carrying Ariba was sending an entirely different message, but I didn’t get the memo about what. I was glad that Ariba was in her happy place now. That was all I needed to know.

When we walked into the large hall, I saw that they expected us, but not for us to arrive wearing outfits that outshined what they were wearing, which were the best and most expensive they could find. Elise walked up carrying a fussy one-year-old baby that wouldn’t settle down.

Elise told me in the business language of the families, “She started crying when they poisoned you and is still inconsolable. It is your turn to try to calm her down because I’m exhausted. She won’t let anyone else hold her.”

April got down from Ellen and went to tug on Elise’s dress.

Surprising all who heard her, April said in the Elder’s formal language, saying, “Ariba needs Day-id right now more than Janara Ione. April will calm sissy. Hand me my baby sissy.”

Well, if there is any question that April is my daughter, that clears it up.

Elise responded to what sounded to the elites as April ordered her to give April the baby. The second that April got the baby held safely, the little girl started giggling as she grabbed at the ribbons in April’s hair.

Elise got down on her knee to look at April when she said, in Elise’s family’s language, “I didn’t know what to name her, April. I like Janara Ione. She has pale blue eyes, with a gold center and purple lines from the middle. Her hair and skin are white like snow. It is a beautiful name.”

April needed some help getting up into her seat so he could hold the baby. Ellen took the seat next to April.

Elise gave me a hug, which was yet another surprise, and whispered, “I felt two sharp pains when you got near. Janara Ione needs some siblings. I see Ariba showed you how much of your art has grown so far?”

Next, she went to Faith and said, “You found David finally, as I told you that you would, Faith. It is best for everyone that you don’t go to live in his home. It will make his friend Molly very insecure. Sleeping over is fine, just not living there.”

I sat at the head of the table, and Ariba sat at the other end.

I should have known it would happen eventually.

Between courses, Ellen excused herself to use the bathroom. She made a b-line for the man with the dick and balls Ellen carved into his face and chin. His face went red in anger, which made the dick head she put on his forehead more pronounced. He grabbed a knife from the table, stood, and moved toward Ellen.

She took a step, grabbed his crotch, and said, “How’s it hanging, dickface? Is that knife for me to make you need to sit to pee, like a girl? I can get that can of warming fuel to heat the blade first. Less blood that way. It is easy to remove your prostate at the same time.”

Ellen wanted to prove her point, as the man quickly paled, so she got the knife out of his hands. Expertly, Ellen cut the material from his slacks and briefs to expose his dick. She used the blade’s dull side to flick his limp pecker right where she had circumcised him after he moved toward Marlene.

“Oh, god, no! Please. I beg you, please, not that. I’m sorry,” he said through his tears as he dropped to his knees.

Ellen put the knife back on his table, patted his head like a puppy, and said, “Darn. I thought you brought me the knife to cut the useless thing off. What good is it if you have no balls?”

Good double entendre, Ellen!

Anyone in her way to the bathroom quickly jumped away, except a little boy doing a pee-pee dance. She took his hand and led him into one of the family bathrooms. The hall was silent, so we heard the boy saying he was a big boy and pee-peed in the potty. The toilet flushed once and then again twenty seconds later. Ellen walked back out, holding the boy’s hand.

“I used the big-boy potty. Look, I washed my hands,” the boy happily announced, in the voice that little kids do that carries a long way.

The boy’s mom had no idea what to do. She was afraid of Ellen.

Ellen said, “David and April’s little brother uses the big-boy potty now too. Sometimes he needs me to take him go because he can’t get up on it himself yet. April gets mad at her brother if he goes in his pants.”

With that, Ellen came back to the table to start eating again. She was feeding April and the baby too. Dee and Tee took turns helping with the baby, including taking her to change her diaper. Camden even popped a tit out to breastfeed. Her tits were engorged and hurting anyway. Elise looked surprised as Janara Ione latched on to suck both of Camden’s tits dry. Janara Ione has been drinking from a bottle for a few months.

More than once, Janara Ione wanted down. She would crawl over to April and hold her arms up for April to pick her up. Elise found that surprising, too, but was happy the baby wasn’t crying non-stop anymore.

When the baby fell asleep, she had brought her over for me to hold. Ariba got a chair next to mine to finish her dinner.

April went over to Elise and said, “Janara Ione’s mommy, now you believe April can make the baby happy? I tried to come to hold sissy, but you told me no.”

She pulled April into her lap, and Elise told her, “I’m sorry, April. You are a special little girl, but Janara Ione is my first baby, and I’m scared to let anyone hold her. I will listen next time, April.”

People looking on were even more shocked when Elise hugged April, and then April fell asleep with her head resting on one of Elise’s tits. I could see it relaxing Elise a lot. I held Janara Ione all through dinner and the rest of the night. I didn’t even notice I still had her when I headed back to my suite. Elise came back to the room suite with us. Janara Ione and April both had nice naps. Ellen, Ariba, and April took the baby to April’s room to play with her. Camden brought the triplets up after putting Gabriella to bed.

We didn’t have long periods alone, but by the time Elise left with Janara Ione, she was pregnant with twins. They, too, would have albinism, but their eyes wouldn’t be as intense as Janara Ione, Ariba, or Elise’s. Each had mostly white-blonde hair, but I ensured they had a few fire-red strands to make things interesting. I didn’t tell Elise the sex of the two babies we made or do anything to influence it. The only thing I did do was fix the defective parts of their DNA. I didn’t want them having any disorders that would kill them before they turned ten, as would have happened with Ariba if I hadn’t fixed them in her. I checked Janara Ione, and she had none of the errant DNA. That was a relief to Elise.”

Around three in the morning, Elise asked, “Daddy, can Faith and Ariba sleep in your bed with you tonight? Faith needs a man to hold her tonight. Ariba, well, April said Ariba was smothering her, trying to get as much of April’s skin against her own. I tried too, but Ariba said it made her skin crawl after comparing each other’s bodies. I like the pretty thing you did for her private hair down there, but I don’t want that. It would look funny, and people would ask why it was that way. Ariba doesn’t have to worry about that.”

Ariba was more interested in my dick than sleeping with me. She wasn’t interested at the foster care complex, where I fixed her DNA before Elise took her and her cousin back to their family. Now it was the biggest she had seen and she was naturally curious. Once Ariba’s curiosity got satisfied, Ariba went back to sleep with Ellen after all. Her checking out my dick made her horny, and she said it was the same feeling when she cuddled up to Ellen.

Everyone else was asleep now, so Faith said, “I’ve been ready for you for a long time but didn’t know who. It was you. Ariba is only a curious little girl, but you are ready too. Will you show me the big deal about sex other than the mess?”

I did and showed it to her many times before we showered. Trying to get some sleep when we finished was pointless, so we got dressed, got something to eat, and went to walk around the resort.

We walked for hours as Faith talked about whatever. She never trusted anyone in Ava’s family enough to speak to them about things, and they kept her away from everyone else. Each time Faith said something about Ava’s family business dealings and found it didn’t shock me as Ariba expected. When we stopped to rest her feet, she asked why.

“I won’t ever be an elite. Thank you, Darren. It isn’t that what you say isn’t shocking because it might be. I don’t care about what they do, did, or will do in the future. If they leave my family, friends, foster care complexes, and businesses alone, the elite families can do whatever nasty, disgusting, illegal shit that yanks their cranks. Corwin, Mary, and Skylar are the ones at the top of that pyramid, not me,” I told her.

Faith asked, “Then why didn’t you stop me telling you those things?”

“Do you feel better now?” I asked, and she nodded. “Then I did what I found I’ve got a natural talent at doing. I listened. If it was about you, I made sure to remember it. If it was anything I didn’t need to know, I forgot it. You needed to talk to someone impartial and who would give you honest responses, like a true friend, and I did.”

“I see now why so many in these families love you. Some do not, and never will, but at least they respect you,” Faith told me once we started walking again. “Ava’s family now fear Ellen and don’t know what to make of you. They haven’t met anyone who cares for complete strangers as if they were long-time friends. No one just pops into the man upstairs’ office to say hello. Me, well, I love it. Discord and confusion within the ranks of these elite families are a joy to watch. Someone tries to kill you, and even unconscious, you protect Marlene. That, too, most don’t comprehend. Skylar, Corwin, Mary, and others do, which is why they rose to head their families. You have no idea how much Ava is ripping them a new asshole for using her as a pawn to kill her brother and go after Ellen. We both know that Ava did come to help her niece deal with their family’s psychotic trigger their girls get during puberty. She did not misspeak or exaggerate her claim that Ellen had it ten times worse than any girl in their family, ever. I heard Ellen and Ava talking about what happened in the infirmary, which shocked me. Ellen said she could have killed and wouldn’t have to worry about it causing her a moment’s lost sleep or making her succumb to the Angries. Ava knew Ellen was telling the truth and asked why Ellen didn’t kill that bastard. Ellen responded that it would disappoint you. She fights her urges because she is your daughter. All those people protecting you died so one inbreed moron could kidnap your daughter to kill her in front of your eyes if you made it that far. He had people shoot up your home and friends. Ellen can’t tarnish your name by killing someone. Now her juvenile artistry and making those who cross her wish they were dead is something different altogether.”

That is something to think about. How can I scold Ellen for what she did to Dick Face?

Faith wanted to walk some more. We came across some teenagers negotiating the terms of hiding the sausage. Two girls were horny as hell but only wanted to give their cherries up to a specific guy. Those guys didn’t want anything to do with virgins but did want to poke the other three girls. Another guy was happy to do any of the girls, but he was a virgin. Anyone kissing his dick or letting it get a warm, wet kiss set him off. The only reason he was even there was that he had a seven-inch-long, three-and-a-quarter-inch circumference dick.

Negotiations broke down, and the boys were sent packing. The two virgins were grumbling about it.

Faith told me that I could get to fuck all five of them, likely knock them up, and they wouldn’t have a clue. I only need to trust her to make things happen. I went over to behind the high hedges where she said. I needed to have my dick out and hard. Any pussy that pushed back through the hole in the hedge wanted to be fucked. I was to pound each pussy until I came inside them. The girls that gave me their pussy knew they would have to deal with the possibility of getting pregnant. They knew it was possible if they came back here with boys because the boys wouldn’t use rubbers. I found that this was a glory bush. They put their pussies through, and if a guy comes along, he moves into the small inset part of the hedge, lines up, and fucks the pussy.

I wasn’t the only one in the waiting line for pussy. The guy with the seven-inch dick was back here waiting too.

“Hey, you can’t let the girls know it was me back here. I won’t ever get a rest. You know how it goes when you have a long dick. I only let myself pop off quickly so that they won’t hound me. Back here, they get all the dick they want. You take the two virgins. They are the mocha-colored girls with pink pussy lips, not black ones. Have them all if you like. There will be plenty too. Just pick one and sink your dick into them if they aren’t too tight to fuck,” he told me.

He took the first pussy, and I took the next. Mine was a virgin and damned tight, but I managed to get my dick in her enough to start fucking at a good pace. I hadn’t cum when the girl pulled forward to get off my dick and take her butt back through the hedge. That pussy was replaced by another girl with mocha-colored skin, who was a virgin too. She took a bit to get opened up for my dick to slide into her greased tube, but then I had a good hold on her hips and pounded away.

When there was a lull in the pussy that wanted a dick from a random guy, the boy back with me said, “Don’t go down any further than the pink benches. That is for younger girls. All those we are fucking here have their period and a full bush before they got waxed or shaved to wear the tiny suit bottoms. You go up there, and the girls will probably be able to take three inches at most. If they have any hair, it will just be on the edges of their pussy, and few have more than bumps on their chests.”

I was happy with the pussy that backed in to be fucked.

Neither of us has cum. The sixth girl he and I had both fucked. She would get hers and pull away. I didn’t let her do that. I had a good hold on her hips and fucked her until I dumped a whole load of swimmers. The guy wanted sloppy seconds anyway, so I let him get beside me when I pulled out. He stuffed his dick in and fucked her long enough for him to cum inside her too. I fucked fourteen different pussies that day and came in twelve of them. All got full loads of swimmers. When I stepped back to wash up, I saw four teenagers poking away at the teenage pussy pushing back through the hedges. A scan of the girls in the area showed all those that got fucked here tonight were pregnant.

It seems that once they get one load in them that they let the guys fuck until he popped off.

“That was fun,” the boy with the long pencil dick said. “I guess I don’t need to tell you to keep this to yourself because you are one of the few I know who will. Not sure who told you about the exclusive club, but glad they did. Once the girls were warmed up, they didn’t even know they were about to get cum in their cunts once they started getting multiple-Os. Per a vague agreement, the guys back here don’t cum in the girls’ pussies on our side for those who have their periods. It happens, but we pull out or stop before it happens. The girls rub their clits as fast as possible to get themselves over the top once we start fucking. Not to sound like an asshole, but I hope you didn’t screw things up by taking hold of that girl’s hips and keep fucking her when she tried to pull away before you could cum in her. Man, I heard her moaning out that she was getting off from your dick, and it was better than rubbing her clit to get off. She started fucking back at you as hard as you pounded her pussy. The girl got a bit pissed when you stopped because you came, even though she thought you pulled out not to cum in her, so I slipped into her saddle to get off too. All of the guys creamed her cunt. She has a small birthmark on her ass that you would know was there if you had seen her naked the last two years.”