Chapter 492: Time To Get Off This Trip

Is that such a bad thing? Would these elite kids keep caring about their partner being ready to fuck and ensuring both get to cum at least once?

Faith worked it out with April. In exchange for letting April put herself into a sugar coma, Faith could babysit her. Ellen wanted to go to the kid’s dinner and dance. Dee and Tee were going too. On the other hand, I went to the dinner and dance for sixteen to twenty-one-year-olds. Both dances were like the ones I remembered from previous years.

As we had dinner, Bambi told me, “This will be the best year yet. I’m keeping my panties on. So are at least half the girls. Those are the ones you pounded the hell out of over the last three days. Their pussies still hurt. The ones that will be bare under their dresses are nymphos, girls that don’t want your dick or aren’t sure if they are ready to give your dick a try. You might get to slip your dick into a few of that group, but I know your dick will be out for all to see, suck, stroke, and possibly fuck. Kick back and relax, David. You’re with people our age to have a good time. Dance and have fun.”

I got pants with magnets inside the seams and crotch between dinner and the dance. I could pull my dick out and put it away with little effort.

Unlike the last one of these dances I attended, clothes didn’t go flying off, and people started dance-fucking. When the third song started, I saw one of the girls Bambi said wouldn’t drop her panties. A guy had his mouth on her pussy as she moved her hips around to the music. It wasn’t long before I saw almost all the women had that going on. A few got theirs, with some pulling their panties back on. I saw only two guys that had an issue with that and got kicked in the balls.

The other guys that had hair pie for dessert found the women were willing to let the guys face fuck them to the music, as long as the woman got to hold his dick to control the depth. The woman got to cum twice before letting a dick under her dress or skirt. Those Bambi said I made sore from fucking didn’t seem to have any problem getting it on with the guy that ate her pussy twice.

One saw me looking and danced over to me. The woman pulled my hand down under her short skirt and between her legs. I felt her wet pussy, and it was empty. The guy was in her ass and wearing a rubber. She leaned in, saying that none of the guys could get in any of the women here far enough to reach where I made them sore. Maybe by the night’s end, she would sample her second-ever dick that wasn’t on a boy or man in her family.

Another of the ones I just remembered fucking came over. The woman had a guy in her ass but wanted some of my dick in her pussy. I was the only one long enough for the job. Once she got me hard, I slid half my dick inside her. The three of us danced as one, at least until the guy popped off. Another replaced him.

She could have gotten most of these guys in her pussy. I happened to be someone able to hold her up with more than my dick when she went limp each time she came.

A seventeen-year-old came over to cut in, saying this woman had my dick in ger too long.

I pulled out as I watched the seventeen-year-old as her eyes went wide. She washed my dick off, and it went limp. I tucked it away. That also surprised her.

When I pulled her into my arms, she let me but was stiff. I could feel her going through the motions but not have her heart in it.

I moved her to a dark corner and had a snack at the Y. The girl was noticeably more relaxed when we started dancing again. At least for a few minutes. I had to munch her muff again for her to relax for a few minutes. I carefully slipped in a finger to work her g-spot over the last time. That is what she appeared to need to relax and finally enjoy herself.

At the end of the song, she started to stiffen up again. I reached down to pinch her butt hard. When she looked me in the eyes and was about to tear into me, I kissed her as I rubbed where I pinched her.

“Are you ever going to push your dick in me?” she asked with a quivering voice.

I answered, “No, I hadn’t planned on it. I wanted to dance, but you needed something to help you relax, so I hoped that licking your pussy would help loosen you up, but you needed me to finger you too. If you want my dick in your pussy, you will have to pull me out, get me hard, and put it in yourself.”

“You are for real. How can that be?” this girl asked, stunned.

I kissed her and said, “Because I didn’t grow up in one of the elite families, and I don’t want anything to do with most of them. The first dance I came to, at one of these annual spring break vacations, I was told this was the girl’s dance. They are in charge. Bambi said if a girl wanted a guy’s dick, she would get it. If not, then he wasn’t getting inside her. Coercion, begging, threats, and any other way to warm his sausage were prohibited. When I pulled off your panties for a fur burger, you didn’t push me away, so I ate you until you came. You haven’t touched my dick since pulling it from my last dance partner and washing it. Just because people said I am a god in bed doesn’t mean I go around all day looking for a pussy to fuck. Everyone here knows I am richer than any of them, so I expect you are smart enough to figure out I can get pussy anytime, anywhere. At this dance, it doesn’t matter what I want, exactly how your families treat the girls and women the rest of the time.”

She had my dick out and in her mouth before I stopped talking. Once hard, she got me to hold one of her legs up as she put my dick head against her soaked cock massage. A bit of pressure, and then I slid in. She jumped up into my arms. I moved my hands to her ass, on the outside of her skirt.

As we danced, I helped her jack off my cock to have the best first fuck she could. Once she fucked herself out, I kept her mounted on my dick until she wanted down. She needed to pee.

I soon had a girl in my arms that I knew wasn’t here earlier.

“Don’t pull me off your dick. I need it and leave it at that,” she pleaded, so we started dancing.

She wasn’t the only one that appeared only to dance fuck themselves to a few cums before getting down to vanish again.

When the last one got off my dick, I tucked myself away.

“Three hours of dance-fucking, and you didn’t cum once. Incredible,” a woman said at the end of the dance. “You’re not gay. What gives?”

I laughed so hard I didn’t even notice the strong triple-shot of alcohol I drank to clear my throat. I pulled this woman into a kiss and slipped my hand under her dress to rub her clit. She came in less than a minute.

I kissed her again before telling her, “At the dance, you’re the guy, and I’m the girl getting screwed without a chance of being able to cum before you’re done. Did I do it wrong?”

“No, David,” an older woman said. “You followed the rules to the letter. With two exceptions, so did all other men and boys at this dance. Seeing how the richest man in the world acted proved that you weren’t at this dance to fuck any pussy you could. It has been my honor to watch as others realize you aren’t someone playing some long con or with hidden motives.”

“I have no clue how to play a short con, and I can’t lie worth a shit,” I told her.

She told me to get out because the dance was over.

I had a woman take my hand as I walked back toward my suite.

“If I must fuck you to sleep with you, then I can do that. I’m lost, and I need a man to hold me for one night to figure things out,” she told me.

I invited her into the suite, undressed us both, and guided her into the shower. It took a while for the wash wand to get the cum out of her pussy and ass before I could start washing it out of her pubic hair. I couldn’t get a read off of her to find if she was happy I didn’t get wood when she washed my dick or was annoyed I wasn’t getting hard with a nude woman playing with it. That didn’t matter either way. She wasn’t raising my flagpole.

I put on boxer briefs and biking shorts. I offered the woman one of my t-shirts and a pair of Faith’s new, clean panties. She wanted to sleep naked.

“No, I’m not sleeping naked. You won’t be able to get my dick out of my shorts. I agreed to hold you tonight and nothing more, so you aren’t getting more,” I told her.

She wanted my dick in her and hoped to get it there when I got hard in my sleep.

I felt someone gently rubbing my face to wake me up but put their fingers to their lips when I looked over. They pulled the covers back to show that the woman was indeed naked, that I was not, and there we no signs of us having sex. I felt they were molesting the woman and started to stop them when they rolled her onto her back, spread her legs, and then her pussy. A portable endoscope was in the woman’s pussy and then her ass.

“The three heads of all the families told you that we would find her here. Clean, smelling of scented shampoo, and unmolested, sleeping like a baby,” a woman said from over by the woman in my bed.

“Stop putting that thing in me. It makes me want to have sex in both holes. Just ask me to do it if you need to look inside me down there. That won’t get me horny if I do it. I heard the mean things you said about David. He isn’t like you, daddy, or all my brothers, cousins, uncles, and the men you bring to my bedroom,” the woman told him.

In the blink of an eye, the man’s average-sized dick was fucking the pussy of the woman that slept in my bed last night. He came before he started fucking her, and so did the other two men and five teenage boys. Seven tween boys had tents in their shorts but told her no.

She returned to her dad, got him hard, and he was fucking her again. He lasted thirty seconds this time. Some of the other men lasted a bit longer, but not much. In fifteen minutes, as the girl who woke me fucked me, the woman from last night screwed all those with a hairy dick that could pump a load in her.

The woman from last night then turned to all those here and said, “I took something during the first week here that purged my body of all the things you say are my meds to help me. I don’t know what else they helped me do, but they did make me feel like a slug as my pussy and ass were fucked. I’ve only been pretending to be that way on this trip. I told you the first time I loved how a dick felt in me down there, in either hole, but you drugged me to use me like a warm sex toy. Last night I needed what my sister happily enjoyed, but he wouldn’t fuck me. He washed out all the cum from the boys and men who fucked me before I snuck out. He offered me clothes to wear to bed and ensured his dick wasn’t going in me unless I let it. I slept without nightmares and woke up with a clear head.”

She had to stop talking to go fuck all the men and boys again because watching my nine inches sliding in and out of her sister made her that horny.

To a new arrival, who was a buff teenager with a decent-sized dick that started fucking her, she said, “Take it out of there. You don’t like it in that hole. I like it inside the other one too.”

“I don’t like it, but you need my dick in there, so I’m fucking your tight pussy until you stop needing it in there, then I will fuck your butt so I can get off too,” he told her as he tore into her pussy in a way that made that woman cum so much that she slumped down onto the bed when he pulled out.

He took one of the men with him into the bathroom. After a few minutes of grunting and groaning, he was back.

The woman told her family, “I like being fucked, Daddy, and I want to do it all the time. Please don’t make me a slug anymore. It feels way better when I get to cum too. We have more to discuss, but David doesn’t need to hear it. Sis is having a good time, and he deserves to have her tight pussy fucking him. She’s wanted him since she first saw him, but she was only eleven. You had no clue she’s never had a dick in her pussy or ass, and only her fingers have been there. She helped me get that crap you gave me out of my body, so I promised to find some way for her to let David have her cherry and get pregnant with his baby. I don’t think they want an audience anymore.”

The woman pulled on a robe. All the people with her left too.

“You’re going to be mad, but done is done,” the girl told me as she stopped to get a breath.

In my head, I heard, “I gave you my cherry when I was ten, and you were here pretending to be Darren. You were sleeping with Lodi and one of the man’s triplets that owned the place. It hurt a lot, but once the head went inside me, I got scared and stopped. My sister heard me too, but daddy thought she was crazy for hearing voices in her head, and they drugged her up. I helped her because it was my fault they did that to her. She had to see the difference between my daddy and you. I didn’t want to tell her that you fucked me dozens of times during your non-stop insemination tour earlier this week. I got pregnant while we screwed the first time, which you know happened to most you fucked, so you didn’t cum in me. I wasn’t going to turn down getting to slide your long dick inside me as my family watched my sister screw the men and boys. It was too late when they saw your nine inches slide out of me, glistening in the light with my juices. Play with my tits, finger my ass, or whatever floats your boat, but let me fuck the cum out of you.”

She did and had no problem as I fucked her again in the shower.

Before she left to catch the boat with her family on it waiting for her, she told me in my mind, “The baby won’t be like April, and you won’t ever feel it trying to find you. I already feel it growing inside me. We need to do this again someday, but don’t come looking for me. I will come to you if I want. Everyone knows where you live.”

When she was gone, Ellen and April linked to me.

“Daddy, don’t be mad with yourself. You weren’t strong enough then. She used a trick like the triplets to make you sleep so you wouldn’t even know. You can be mad at her. She raped you, like many others. Like Becky,” Ellen said.

“Where’s Faith,” I asked over the link.

They said I had to find her because Faith and I needed to talk before we all headed home.

“I’m sorry, David. I needed you to hold me last night, and you had someone else. I got furious and said nasty things,” Faith told me as we took a private walk.

I stopped, looked her in the eyes, and asked, “Did you get it all out? Is that jealousy still there eating at you? You must know you can’t have me be yours and only yours, Faith. I know that no matter how hard I try, it won’t happen, and I’ve realized that I can’t change it.”

“Ellen got Camden last night when I started getting nasty. She saw it in my eyes when you asked if you could take me away from Ava’s family to live with you. I needed to escape them, but I couldn’t live in your house. Being there would eat away at me until I went crazy or killed myself. Camden said that is why she didn’t move into your home with her family and instead moved in next door. It would eat away at her too. They have an oversized suite on the top floor I can call my own. It has a private elevator and hallway where I can come and go without people knowing my business. I’m not sure I’m ready for that, but I want to try it. I have a kitchenette if I want to make my meals there instead of eating in the kitchen. I like that, but I know I am not ready to isolate myself like that. I need a family. Camden invited me to be part of hers,” Faith said. “I said things I didn’t mean.”

“First off, Faith, don’t lie to yourself anymore, and don’t lie to me. I won’t lie to you,” I told her. “You meant everything you said last night. Nobody’s mad at you, they don’t hate you, and I’m pretty sure none of them took it personally. We all have to vent sometimes to find out what is eating away at us. I have many amazing friends for backup, and we will all be there for you. I can’t promise some of them won’t take something you say personally, but I don’t think it will make them hate you. I’m sure they will tell you what they think of what you said to them, though. Give us some time to get to know you and us.”

“Camden said the same thing, David. Thank you for being you and not leaving me on the side of the road because I don’t fit in your circle of friends and lovers. Can we go home now? I want to get out of this place,” Faith said.

It took us an hour to get back to the suite, and Faith was walking funny but happy now. Our flight was short and uneventful. I shuttled everyone home and ensured Ellen and April were ready for school on Monday.

Mom had taken care of stuff Ellen’s private school sent over. Some were automated bills for tuition, which I had already paid in advance. Then there was some science lab fee. With the new school, it was time to update the school uniforms. That meant we had to buy new ones. My clothes fairies had them for Ronny, Chris, and Vicky already.

“These are beyond expensive, David. They are well made but poorly timed. I don’t understand why the school didn’t wait until the fall to change uniforms. You are the anonymous benefactor that covers all the cost for those who can’t afford it and subsidizes those who need a bit of help,” mom told me. “I about died when Becky called me in a panic about how to get Crimilda’s new uniforms in time for Monday. Her grandmother took care of those things in the past.”

“Backstabbing, manipulative, corrupt old bitch,” I hissed out. “We will never see Bess again. Becky’s family took that cunt to answer for what she did to the family, Becky, and Crimilda. You can ask Becky to fill you in on what she wants to tell you. Becky can bite me for telling you. Bess is the one that took the money offered to have one of the frozen embryos implanted in the woman that gave birth to Crimilda. Bess knew about Crimilda the entire time and permitted the things done to that little girl.”

Mom shook her head and said, “I figured something like that was in the works when I saw the precision work crews enter their home and remove anything that belonged to Bess, but not Becky, Crimilda, or the kids.”

I explained about Faith and how Ava is now the head of Ellen’s family. I told her about Ava’s father and Ellen’s grandfather. He might one day visit, but it wouldn’t be for a while if he lived long enough.

“Becky is going to need some help with the kids. I will do what I can, but I don’t know how to raise babies, toddlers, and preschoolers. Diapers and potty training I think I can handle. The same goes for feeding them,” I told mom.

I should have expected her to tease me.

Mom told me, “Now I know who the Faith person is. Camden texted me to say that Faith would be helping with Becky’s kids for a while and not to freak out when I saw Faith the first time.”