I woke to the feeling of a mouth again. No one was on top of me, but the mouth had me thoroughly enclosed. When I petted the head, she became more animated causing me to shoot large quantities of my juice into her mouth.
As Jan came up to kiss me, Brandy rose up and intercepted her. The other four girls were equally as aggressive in showing Jan they appreciated her pleasing me.
I said, "You know, we don't have to get up this morning, at least not Brandy, Tiani, and me. We're flying today and could sleep some more."
Brandy said, "I'm too excited to sleep. I want to leave right now."
Tiani stretched her tiny body and whispered, "I want some more of our guy, that's what I want."
Nancy said, "You little slut. You'll have him in France while we only have each other." She paused, looking thoughtful, then said, "That isn't all bad, though."
Judy said, "None of us are going to knock you up, though. That's going to take Chuck."
"No babies, ladies, not until we've been together a lot longer than a couple of weeks."
"Oh you, you ruin my dreams. I'll wait, I just don't want to."
We all got up. Jan said she had to wake her guy up and left. We used the gym and then went out to swim for a while. I didn't kill myself and Wanda, who had joined us, didn't either. While Wanda and I were showering, I could tell she was warm this morning, so I turned her, and while pinching her nipples and playing with her long breasts, I thumped her good from behind. She came hard, leaning back into me as my juices flowed into her. She kissed me, "Oh, just what I needed. You can be such a tiger sometimes."
I made breakfast for everyone and had Jan change the bandage on my arm. She said it looked good and would be fine soon. The other arm, where the stitches had been, was now looking good, with no swelling or redness.
After the rest of the family left for work, the three of us remaining were straightening up the house when Maria came to do the cleaning. We figured we should pack our bags, so we got our clothes together and were ready to leave. It was only nine and we were not supposed to show up out at the air park till eleven. Then Star called and said, "The band just called and asked if we could leave earlier. Can you come early?"
I told Star we were ready and would start out for the air park right away.
She said, "There will be a few more passengers as three of the wives are coming along. It shouldn't be much more work for the girls."
When we were almost ready to leave, Lisa called and said, "Bring the bass. I'm going to bring a couple of guitars so we can have some fun ourselves while we're waiting around."
At the charter office, the girls and I loaded our luggage into the cargo hold and went inside for our shirts, hats, and my coat. Star checked our passports and told me she had included my U.S. Marshal ID on the French immigration passenger manifest.
I had a surprise. John wasn't going with us. He said to me, "I think if there was an emergency, you could fly and land the plane. You understand the navigation system, and I'm confident in your ability. Enjoy your flight."
When the band showed up, the four of us were standing outside the plane, waiting to welcome the group. We thanked them for using S&S as their charter and helped all of them into seats. Instead of three wives, there were four wives and a girl friend. Lisa and I had to check the total passenger weight, along with checking the weight of the baggage. We were well within our gross limitations so we were soon burning down the runway, taking off.
Lisa spent a great deal of the flight's seven hours quizzing me on the aircraft, its characteristics, and what to do in emergencies. She said, "See, John bombarded you so much last week you ended up with a fourteen to fifteen hour lesson. You won't get this much flight time during the school. You should still take it, but you'll be ahead of the curve."
The trip ended up being just a few minutes shorter than our original flight to Berlin. We arrived in Paris a little after five our time, and eleven at night there. French customs was a long drawn out affair that required a lot of waiting and a lot of patience. The band had been personally cleared and had gone on to the hotel. We had to stay to have the airplane inspected, and the inspectors almost took our guitars apart.
We finally made it to the hotel near one in the morning, still early on our body clocks. The band had a banquet room again and it was open. The roadies and crew were adjusted to local time, so they were ready for bed, while the band was wide awake as their bodies said it was still early.
The girls and I enjoyed the food and booze, observing the antics of the crew and band. Jimmy, the bass player was cordial and said, "You'll have to sit in with us some more. Lisa, the pilot, said she brought some instruments so we'll do some jamming tomorrow after practice. We're going to practice before noon, eat, jam a while, then nap till it's time for the show. On Sunday, we'll practice early, do the show at one, and try to be on our way home by five, local time. What is it, seven hours plus to get back? We should be home by seven or eight. As long as the customs officer can still come out for us to the air park, we'll be home early."
The four of us went to our room and decided we needed some stimulation to put us to sleep. It was easy to be stimulated by these three. When I couldn't get it back up quick, the three entertained themselves very nicely. Observing their activities helped get me up, over and over again. The three were very sensual and very much into each other.
At breakfast Saturday, the girls were talking to Lisa about coming to live with us. She said she loved it out at the naturist park but Maggie and Betsy were about to move out. They were her main source of physical companionship out there, along with Zena, Shannon, and Joanie. She did say she would think about it and come by soon to look at our place.
Tiani and Brandy had me so stimulated that I was ready to bed either of them constantly. Lisa got their overflow, as they were keeping me extremely horny.
We were sitting in the nearby auditorium, where the concert was to be held, while the band worked through a few numbers, when Tiani said, "We've figured out that Nancy and Judy will have babies first. I might have one later, but the second bunch of babies will be Frieda and Brandy. Frieda is certain, but Brandy isn't too sure yet. I might have a baby with Frieda if Brandy wants to wait. The thing is though; Nancy wants two and wants them close together."
I said, "I guess I should be looking for a bigger place."
Tiani said, "Not really, our house is really big and can be easily increased in size."
"I thought you were going to stay with me?"
Brandy said, "I will, and the girls will some of the time. They will be around so you can be a dad, but I think they will be single or group mothers most of the time. Don't forget, Honey, they don't need the money but will want to continue working so the kids know the meaning of salary for effort.
Tiani looked at me, "Brandy, I think we're getting too far ahead for Chuck. I think he was envisioning all of us together all the time. Chuck, Honey, Brandy and I are going to be your more or less constants. The other three dearly love you, but they don't want to live with you all the time. I might get like that way sometimes too, but Brandy will be underfoot for you almost all the time. The other girls will want some time with you and will want to be loved by you often, but then they will want to go home and be in the arms of their lovers there. I promise, you won't mind having a conventional relationship with Brandy, while sharing the rest of us
Lisa had heard Tiani's description of our future and looked at me with an arched eyebrow.
Brandy and Tiani snuggled up to me, each holding an arm with their heads touching me. I was deep in thought, so deep that I didn't even hear the music. There was going to have to be some more discussion about this. Brandy is very loving and Tiani showed me a lot of attention, but it just felt as if the girls considered me a tool. I could make them feel good sometimes, and I could fertilize their eggs, but it was okay for me to be somewhere else, not directly in their lives.
That's pretty good. I guess I was getting used to the idea of having five ladies around me all the time. That is ridiculous, isn't it? I suppose my ego was puffed way up and I wasn't really thinking straight. Am I still hung up on Bobby? Was there enough time between Bobby and Brandy? Should I perhaps shut off all women for a while? The girls were using me, figuring a guy has his brains in his little head most of the time, and if they kept the little head happy, the big head would remain their empty bimbo.
If that's so, what's with Brandy? What's with Tiani? They welcome Lisa into bed, and they are ravishing her even more than I am or can. Brandy and Tiani seem to really enjoy making love with me and that seems real, their pleasure seems real. Even the other girls' pleasure seems real. I know Frieda's pleasure is real because she squirts all over the place. I think I've felt every one of them contract in orgasm.
Damn, girls need an orgasm meter on their forehead so you can check to make sure you made them feel good. I guess I'm a typical guy, make me happy, get me off.
When the guys finished practicing and wanted to just play around, Lisa brought out her 335 and had all the guys drooling over the classic. They were doing some basic slow blues beat, letting Lisa do her B.B. King imitation, and doing some riffs that would make Eric Clapton envious. I had plugged in the bass Lisa had given me and was backing her by walking the slow blues beat to keep her in place. When it was my turn, I made the bass sing a little, but mostly double stringed the bass line, making it sound oh so sweet. Jimmy played similar to me and tried to make his beautiful bass sing a little and then as if we had practiced together for years, we played a bass duet that was sending chills down my spine. Our basses were singing together, our mutual doubles sounded like an orchestra full of bass beating blues monsters.
Once a group of real blues freaks begin jamming to a slow beat like that, it becomes an endless piece of wailing blues that has all of the hair on your arms standing, and your scalp tingling. The music takes on different flavors, as different instruments take the lead, extemporaneously pushing the whole group farther and farther into music nirvana.
The agent came out over an hour after we had started playing and called a halt. "You guys need some food and rest before tonight's gig. You'll use up all of your musical energy if you keep that up."
The lead guitar was talking to the sound engineer guy, "I know you got all that. We should just put it on an album and call it Jammin. Shit, that was good. Think we could?"
The sound guy said, "Hell yeah, it's long enough and it could be just for us and some special album people. It's too long to get any radio play unless I can bust it up and it's too pure blues for some. The basses really complemented each other, and that chick can play. That was some good shit. I'll have Kenny back at the studio listen to it, he'll give the word."
When we went back to the hotel, Lisa and I took our instruments up to the room before going to the banquet room. As soon as we were in the room, Lisa had her guitar case leaning against the wall and was climbing on me. "I have to have you now. Music like that makes me so hot for a man, I'm like crazy. Hurry, bend me over, throw me down, just fuck me, hard, fuck me, Chuck."
There was no lovemaking involved. I had Lisa on her hands and knees and was pounding her from behind as hard as I could. With all of the earlier loving I had received, I could last forever, so I pounded until Lisa sprawled out, pulling free of me. She turned her head to the side, "Oh yeah, that's the feeling that is so good. Oh, that was an awesome cum, an awesome fuck. Good one, Chuck, I could fall for a guy that can do me that good."
She rolled over with her shorts still down around her knees. "Now go wash that thing and put it away unless you need me to suck it for you. That's sweet, you didn't fill me up to drain for the rest of the day."
The two of us cleaned up and straightened our clothes and headed back down to the banquet room. The delay wasn't noticed as Brandy and Tiani were busy with the band member's wives.
We had some decent food, along with a beer then we all migrated to our room for a rest. The four of us lay down and snuggled, napping for a couple of hours with nothing more than some kisses.
Before the concert, the banquet room was filling with energy. Several guests were admitted and were fawning over the band. The band was staying sober, but the guests were drinking heavily and becoming a little obnoxious. It took the band's security people to help a few of the drunks from the room to keep the peace, as a couple of the rowdies were big men.
We watched the concert from off stage and actually helped with the gear during the performance. I had to hold up a structural beam while a couple of roadies put some braces on it and bolted it down. They put big red stickers on the beam so they would know which one had the problem. Tiani was a hit because of her size. They asked her to get under the stage and plug a coupling together that had pulled apart. She was so small that she was able to get to it easily.
Brandy was passing around bottles of water to the crew members backstage as it seemed like it was a hundred degrees in there. We found out later that the air handler for the stage area had broken. The air from the auditorium didn't circulate toward the stage.
When the show was over, the band was wrung out. They were so hot, they each drank a full bottle of water and started on a second.
The band visited with the important people, or people who think they are important, that show up after a performance, including a guy named Kenny who was there to supervise the live recording. I saw the sound guy give Kenny a CD and heard him say, "You have to listen to this. It's a jam with a couple of other people. It's real blues, listen to it and tell me what you think."
I smiled as I remembered way back when some of the best music our young band had ever played was as a result of just that type of jam. The wives felt it but had ignored it, Brandy and Tiani felt it, but weren't moved by the intensity. You don't have to focus on listening to good blues, it just sucks you in.
We ate, we drank a little, then we went to bed to sleep as much as possible so we would be up for the flight home. In the morning, which was still our night, we had breakfast with the band. The agent suggested we let the band go practice by themselves so they wouldn't get sidetracked. When they left, we were going to go up and lay down again when the guy named Kenny came over to Lisa and me.
"If you guys would, I need a release from you so I can try to publish that jam session you guys had yesterday. It was really good. This release also gives you the standard percentage for sidemen. If we make anything from the album, you'll get something too. It won't be a lot and you'll only get a check quarterly but it could be something."
I read the agreements and signed them. Lisa said, "If you feel good about it then I'm game."
Kenny said, "I'd love you two to come over to our studio and jam with us. The guys love to do that sort of thing and maybe we can use either of you for some fill ins at the studio. Recording stuff over and over is boring and the guys get tired of it. Sometimes I'll just need a short riff that has to be just right to fill something in. Maybe you guys can do it for us."
Lisa laughed, "You know I fly all the time and this guy is a U.S. Deputy Marshal and is on the road a lot too. He's just helping out the charter company right now while we are so busy."
"Hey," I said in mock anger. "Speak for yourself lady. I'd love to play some music for a change. I'll get you my card so you can call me. If the guys want to call me to come over, have them do it. I might be available. About the only thing I do is work and fly."
Lisa said snidely, "And mess with his harem. The guy doesn't have time for much of anything with five or six women at home."
Tiani stood up tall, to at least four foot nine, and said, "There's only five of us, but he has another four that live with him. I don't think they all get in his pants though. Some have their own boyfriends."
Kenny passed his hand over his face in fake astonishment, "Too much information. I'll call you."
We went upstairs and slept for another three hours then showered, dressed, packed, and headed to the airport. Lisa and I went over the aircraft in a very detailed manner. We had left it plugged in to ground services to keep it cool. We had the in-flight kitchen prepare fifteen meals and a bunch of sandwiches. We made sure the holding tanks had indeed been flushed and all of our cabin fluids had been replenished.
We were ready. The band finally arrived at six, local time. We loaded them up, made them comfortable and safe, closed up, and began firing up the engines. We were soon on the way home. Lisa had me reading the big manual and often took it to quiz me on several items. We spent at least three hours on the navigation system. The fourteen plus hours I had spent making the trip this time had been used productively.
The band was going to be let off at the St. Petersburg-Clearwater airport so they wouldn't have as far to ride home and customs wouldn't have to come to the air park. Once they were off loaded, we flew back to the air park, arriving there near nine. local home time. We cleaned up the airplane and took off anything that needed to be refrigerated. After wiping down the cockpit and vacuuming the entire plane, Lisa gave me a hug and kiss. "This was a good trip. One more next week, the week after is the Lear school, and the week after that is the first weekend of the G5 school. It looks like your weekends are going to be busy for a while."
At home, Brandy and Tiani both wanted to spend the night at their house to get ready for the coming week. I was too tired to worry about it, so we kissed and I sent them home. When I sent them off, I thought, "Okay ladies, are you staying or going? Permanently?"
I was sitting out on the back patio having a tall Beefeaters when Wanda came home. She came out and playfully sat in my lap. She said, "Where's the competition or should I refer to them as my toys?"
"Home, they needed to get ready for the coming week."
"Good, I need some man. I spent the weekend naked out at the park and have had all of the pussy licking I can stand. I need dick. Hard, pounding, squirting dick. Come on, don't drink so much that I'll be short changed. I need all of it."
Wanda dragged me inside, and after locking up, pulled me into the bedroom to give her some male loving. After we had thoroughly ravished each other and were lying in a puddle, I asked, "How come only women? I thought they had parties out there all the time. I know Zena would share, and I'm sure the two dads would be hot for you too."
"I could have gone to a party, Gerald even asked me. Tom and Zena wanted to play, but it ended up only Zena and me playing with Shannon and Joanie. Shannon is really into girls more than guys. Joanie is too, but she likes sex, lots of sex from either sex."
We made love this time the way I enjoy by touching and kissing everywhere. When Wanda had come so much that she was pushing me away, I said, "Now I'm going to fill you up with billions of little swimmers that are going to swim up you and crack that egg."
Wanda came again as I filled her. "Oh you fucker, I've come so much my stomach hurts. You know how to make me snap."
We ignored, or at least I ignored, the wet spot as Wanda was half laying on me as we drifted off.
Primary editing by Pepere
Proofing by Sagacious