Dude, You Slept With My Mom?! Ch.60

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(Bucket-List Progress: Week 32 - 77/104 = 74.04%)

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~~~ Translation Notice ~~~

I do not know French. I used the internet to translate the phrases. Abraham Lincoln assured me that the translation was accurate.

~~~ Characters ~~~

Helena Montclair - white hair, bobbed off at her neck; wide-rimmed black glasses; big, friendly smiles; heiress, manufacturing tycoon; owner of the private jet

Celeste Beaumont - frizzy afro sticking 8-inches out from her head, halfway down her neck; dark-rimmed glasses; investigative reporter, public-relations worker, community-builder

Arabella Sterling - straight brown hair, hanging below her B-cup breasts; banker, financial wizard, leading city developer and expansion planner

Octavia Tzanides - black bob-cut similar to Helena's but cropped closer; intense, intelligent eyes; biomedical engineer and inventor, directs research university

Viviana Ashbourne - vivacious blonde, with flowing blonde wavy locks that hang to her perky B-cup breasts; disarming and enticing smile; wealthy father introduced to 1st husband, Mayor White, when she was 19; married multiple times

Élodie Moreau - maid; student from Paris

Liv Andersson - masseuse; student from Stockholm

Rossi - driver

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~~~ Week 32 - Saturday ~~~

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Servers were waiting in the common area when we got up and left our rooms. You just needed to tell them what you wanted and they would fix it and then bring it to your table. I got an omelet with everything except any fishy stuff. Apparently, there are not a lot of cows on Sardinia. There are, however, sardines on the island - but the ones that the restaurants serve don't come from a can.

After breakfast, Helena informed everyone that a member of the hotel staff was going to take us on a short kayaking trip if we were interested. Viviana, Celeste, and Maria stayed back at the hotel. The rest of us changed into swim-clothes, hopped on the cart, and were whisked away to a secluded cove that wasn't constantly battered by sea waves.

After a few instructions, we pulled on helmets and life-jackets, strapped in, and headed out. I managed to dump my kayak and drench myself. The kid from the hotel had to come help me get back in my ride. The girls laughed when Helena commented that I was always getting myself into trouble.

We spent about 45 minutes cruising around. I was starting to think that I needed to get some kind of GoPro. The pictures would have been amazing.

When we got back, Viviana came over for a hug and kiss, asking how it went. I'm not sure if she was checking to see if anybody had tried to get me to tell why she had been mad at me or what - but I accepted the gorgeous woman's attentions and told her some of the cool things that we had seen. Of course, Élodie had to ruin my story by telling her that I'd flipped my kayak. I had dried out enough that I was hoping no one would notice.

As everyone gathered together, Helena reminded us that we would be staying in our current rooms until the following day - so we could leave the bulk of our things where they were. She then rattled off a short list of clothing and personal items that we might want to have with us for our day on the yacht. Most of us were already wearing swimwear - from our quick kayaking expedition. The others headed off to put on their suits as well.

Celeste returned wearing a golden bikini that shimmered in the morning sun. She had been watching for my reaction and seemed pleased to watch my eyes devour her luscious form in the tantalizing display. Maria had gone with a Baywatch red one-piece that, quite frankly, barely fit her curves. Like Celeste had done, Maria practically leered at me as I checked her out. Viviana was the last one to return. She was wearing a bikini of pure white that hid all of her goodies but, somehow, made them even more noticeable. The blonde had a mottled green and blue translucent cover-up over the bikini that made me think of fairy wings. It hid almost nothing as it fluttered in the breeze. Viviana's goddess-like figure and the colors that she was wearing all blended together to make me think of that painting of Venus.

Once everybody had returned from grabbing the things that Helena had suggested that we take with us for the day, we hopped aboard another shuttle-cart. This one took us back to the same pier where the yacht had dropped us off the night before - only this time we got to look around as we traveled.

We saw more of the scattered buildings that belonged to the hotel and lots more people. It was crazy to think that we were actually staying at a huge resort. The way the place was laid out, it was almost like we had the whole island to ourselves!

As we climbed the gangplank to board the expensive transport, one of the workers let his eyes linger a little too long on Viviana. She caught my arm and looped hers through mine so that I could walk with her. I noticed that she also scowled at him. He quickly found something else to do and moved from where he was standing.

When we arrived back at the area where the ladies had been enjoying beverages the previous day, there were awning things pulled up from the walls around that part of the ship. The awnings helped to lessen the glare of the sun - which was already warming things up. The area up by the glass shield was still open to the sky. That gave us the ability to choose how much sun we were getting. Helena mentioned that there was a covered seating area towards the back that we would probably move to when we got ready to go snorkeling. Access to the water was from the back of the yacht.

We left the hotel's private pier and headed around Isola Rossa, moving southwest. The captain set a much more leisurely speed than the one that we'd been traveling at the night before. After our long day on the mainland, he'd been rushing to get us to dinner. Now, we were just out for a day on the sea.

After a refreshing drink, we moved to the back of the yacht. Helena informed us that our first stop was off the coast near Valledoria. The beaches were open to the public - but we'd be swimming off of the boat to avoid the crowds. The water was sparkling in the mid-morning sunlight!

Once we stopped, everybody who wanted to swim or snorkel did so. The water was deeper here so snorkeling was a bit more of a challenge and the views were a lot different. The most fun I had at this stop was when one of the crewmen brought over a thing called a SeaBob. I'd seen videos of fancy gadgets like this - but never imagined that I'd get to play with one. It was like hanging onto a motorized dolphin - or like riding an ATV with nothing but handlebars. Crazy fun! Viviana laughed so hard at me that I tried to get her to try the thing out. She just shook her head - almost violently. Liv tried it by herself. Élodie clung to me and made me hold onto the SeaBob and run the controls. Helena argued that she had done it before and didn't need to do it again. Maria tried it but didn't care for it. Celeste tried it and ended up flashing everyone when she gunned the accelerator too fast and ended up nearly ripping her bikini top off. She covered her tits with her arms and treaded water, laughing, until I could swim over to retie her straps. I got a nice hug and a kiss out of the deal, so I didn't mind. After Octavia saw Celeste's mishap, she decided not to try it. Arabella said she wanted to do it - but didn't want to risk losing her swimsuit. Élodie convinced the brunette to hang onto me. She spent the whole time whispering naughty shit in my ear and rubbing her hand from my chest to my balls - making sure to spend extra time on my cock. The ladies must have known what she was doing because they tried to get me to get out of the water when I brought her back. They laughed when I told them that I needed one more solo-run.

When we were tuckered out, we climbed back aboard and the captain headed West-southwest. A half-hour later we pulled up to a pier and left the yacht. Helena said that she didn't have anybody on the island to show us around - so she would be playing tour-guide. We visited Castello dei Doria and then the ladies did a little shopping in the shops while I carried bags. We found a quiet little café that was out of the way but that Helena recommended. We ate lunch there. After that, we headed back for the boat.

We headed due west for an hour, sailing faster than before, and arrived at Torre delle Saline. The water was crystal clear. We swam a little and snorkeled a bit. From there, we headed north, a half-hour or so. We found a cove near Stintino and went snorkeling again - finding a few different species of fish than we'd seen before.

We left Stintino and headed almost directly back towards the hotel - aiming a bit north. Over an hour later, we came to the coast near Costa Paradiso. There were lots of interesting coves to snorkel in here - with a wider variety of sea life than we'd already seen.

By the time we got out of the water again, the sun was really starting to drop. We took off and headed back to the hotel again.

Viviana had refused to get into the water until that last stop, saying that she didn't want to be sticky. She only got in, then, because Helena told her that we were headed to the hotel next and that she wouldn't even have time to dry out before we got there. In case you were wondering, yes, the blonde is even more gorgeous when she's soaking wet.

As soon as we got back to our little group of rooms again, everyone headed off to the showers. I think Liv and Élodie (and maybe Maria) had been plotting to have a little fun in the shower with me but - as soon as we climbed off of the buggy - Viviana said that she wanted my help to get the salt off of her skin.

Once we were under the spray, she started cleaning me up first. She was being more casual than normal and I wondered what was going on. When it was finally her turn to get cleaned up, I did like I had done before. She told me to make sure that I scrubbed every inch - because she wanted all of the salt and sand to be gone. Just when I thought I was done, though, she pulled my ear to her lips and told me to clean her butt-hole really well.

I decided that - since I was going to be shoving my soapy fingers up her ass anyway - and she already had her legs spread to make it easier for me - that I'd just munch on her pussy while I was doing it.

Viviana gasped and jumped but I already had soapy hands on her ass, holding her against my face. I kept my left hand on her ass and slid the fingers on my right hand up to start scrubbing her butthole. She started to push me away but then moaned and her pushing turned to pulling - and then my job got easier. Her butthole relaxed - which made scrubbing her less of a challenge. Her thighs spread wider - which made it easier to snack on her snatch while fingering her butt. Viviana gave a little shriek a couple minutes later, trembled, and then pretty much sat on my face as her strength gave out.

My legs slid out from under me, thankfully, or I might have broken something. We ended up lying on the floor of her shower with me on my back and her lying on top of me - with my fingers in her ass. She giggled and kissed me as I finished the task that she had assigned me. I pulled her butt-cheeks apart and let the spray rinse her out. She got my cock between her thighs - brushing against the bottom of her vulva - and rode me for a minute or two.

"I just can't trust you," she accused, smirking at me.

She kissed me hard and then looked into my eyes and messed with my hair.

"Are we doing... that thing... later?" I asked.

"Come see me after dinner and we'll see," she said. "I want to be last. You might as well plan to sleep in my bed."

I simply nodded - worried that I might say something that would change her mind.

Viviana caressed my cheek and studied my face.

"I don't know if you realize it or not - but this is our last night here," she said quietly.

"We can fool around on the plane though...," I told her.

She leaned forward and brought her lips to my ear again.

"We are *not* doing this on the plane," she said quietly, clearly, and emphatically.

"Okay," I said, nodding.

She kissed me hard and then got up. She offered me a hand up and then squeezed my butt.

"Grab your things and go get changed for dinner," she said. "I think we're dressing up tonight."

I grabbed my swimsuit, but didn't bother putting it on. I streaked across the compound to my room. I skidded to a stop as soon as I got inside.

"Damn...," I groaned.

Maria, Liv, and Élodie were helping each other with the finishing touches on their outfits. Liv and Élodie had on cocktail dresses that made their bodies pop even more than normal. Maria had on a slinky gown that had material bunched up in all of the right places - while showing off her toned stomach and her fabulous tits.

"I'm going to be in so much trouble...," I groaned.

The three women chuckled.

"I'll be in Viviana's room tonight, by the way," I informed them.

"Dammit!" Liv said.

Élodie cursed in French.

"I figured she would pull rank," Maria said, nodding. "It *IS* our last night."

"Is it?!" Élodie gasped.

"We'll have plenty of time on the plane," I promised.

"Less than you think but, yes," Maria agreed.

"I can't believe our fun is ending so soon!" Liv said.

She came over for a hug. The green dress that she had on really made her hair, face, and figure stand out. I pressed my forehead to hers and told her just how sexy I thought she looked.

"And me?" Élodie asked.

The sexy string bean had on a black dress that turned her gaunt figure into a work of art - art in motion. I scooped her curvy butt up and pulled her against me. I told her that it was a good thing that it was just us because - if any other men were around - they'd be eating her up with their eyes and I'd just simply have to murder them - and then we'd have all of these bodies that we'd have to deal with.

Liv and Élodie giggled and pressed themselves against me and begged kisses.

Maria cleared her throat and reminded them that I still had to get dressed. She suggested that they help me. As the two girls went to dig through my bag to pick what I should wear, I went over, wrapped my arms around Maria and kissed her hard. I told her that I was going to owe her big-time for getting me invited along on this trip.

She snickered and said, "You just remember that - the next time I come looking for some dick."

"I will," I promised.

Maria got some gel to fix my hair - since it had dried funny after Viviana had mussed it up when we'd showered together. Meanwhile, Liv and Élodie dressed me. I made their jobs more difficult by trying to pinch nipples, hips, waists, butts, and thighs. They giggled each time they evaded me.

Helena came to see what the hold-up was - and we had to knock off the playtime and finish getting me dressed. We followed Helena out to find firelight flickering from the gas-fed braziers filled with lava rocks.

"We didn't even swim in the pool!" Élodie said.

I realized that she was right. There was a wonderful pool, right there, all ours, and we hadn't even stuck our toes in it.

There were no menus at dinner. There was a fancy chef and a whole crew of assistants. We watched as they prepared some of the food right in front of us. Several other dishes were pulled from the kitchen.

There was, obviously, a lot of seafood. I guess that is to be expected when you're living on an island. The cooks had done an amazing job of making it not taste fishy. Everything that I ate was good - even the little bit of tentacle that I choked down so that I wouldn't look like a pussy compared to the others - who seemed to relish the stuff.

The dessert was rich and amazing. I don't normally go for coffee-flavored stuff but I could almost feel my balls churning and I suspected that - given that it was our last real night on the trip - that I might need the boost.

As the remnants of our fancy private meal were whisked away by the small army of workers, cups of coffee and other beverages were dispersed to those who wanted them. Everyone sat back to relax and recover from our busy day. I had gotten more sun than I had realized and was starting to feel drowsy - despite the heavy dose of sugar and the caffeine that I'd consumed.

"Given that this is our last night abroad," Viviana announced, "I'm planning to confine the boy to my quarters tonight."

Celeste grinned and asked, "Going to spend all night breaking him?"

"If that's what it takes," Viviana replied, grinning back at her. I doubt it will be all that hard, his poor, little tail is already dragging from the looks of it..."

"We'll just see about that," I blustered.

Helena shook her head at me, fighting to keep a smile from spreading across her lips. The others cackled with laughter.

"Wear him down for me, ladies," Viviana told them, "... and then send him to my torture chamber when you've softened him up."

The gorgeous blonde finished her drink and stood. I didn't bother to hide the fact that my eyes were devouring every inch of her body - so perfectly presented to my eyes in a pale pastel gown that seemed to change colors as she moved - like the mother of pearl appearance inside of an oyster or clam shell. Viviana gave me a predatory grin and licked her lips.

"I will break you...," she promised, before heading off.

I watched her go, thoroughly enjoying the way her hips swayed, her ass trembled with each step, and the way the woman's long legs seemed to get even longer as she got farther away.

"If there are no objections," Celeste announced, "I think I will take the boy off to my room and do my best to wear him down a little..."

I could hear the waves crashing into the shore, somewhere in the distance.

"I am the sea," I told her, a challenge in my voice, "no stone - no matter how hard - will stand forever with my pounding..."

"Come, poet," Celeste retorted, "we'll see who pounds who when I *rock* your world..."

The others howled with laughter. Celeste reached for my hand, to pull me from my seat. I leapt up, picked her up, and raced to her room with her in my arms. The rest of the women were still laughing when the doors closed and we were alone.

I peeled her gorgeous gown off of her - but she shoved me onto my ass, laughing, so that she could hang it up before I could attack her. I quickly removed my clothes and tossed them over a chair.

As soon as she was naked and on the bed, I crawled to her like a lion on the prowl. She grinned at me. As I darted forward to taste her, however, she ordered me to turn around so that she could suck on me as I ate her out.

Celeste was a world-class cocksucker, to be sure, but I'd had more practice than her. Either that, or she just wanted lots of orgasms. She let herself go as she gagged herself on my penis and thrust her pussy onto my tongue.

"Enough," she said, finally. "Get this motherfucking cock in me, you fat-dicked boy-faced man. Fuck! I swear I can barely focus on anything but fucking you. You've turned me into a damned cavewoman. Eat, sleep, and fuck..."

The gorgeous black woman held my face in her hands and kissed me again and again as I slid my cock in and out of her.

"Deeper, baby boy...," she purred. "Deeper, harder, faster,... I think you've managed to ruin me. I think you've remade my pussy in your own image... I'll do my best to make you cum before me - but I don't think it's happening. Don't you dare stop fucking me until I pass out. I have a feeling I won't be worth much on the way home and I want to feel you cumming in me one more time. I barely remember the last one - though that's no fault of yours."

As she began to kiss me, I made love to her. When she whined into my lips, I sped up. I moved faster each time she whined for more speed. Soon, the sound of my body colliding with hers was echoing off of the walls of her room.

Celeste laid her head back and panted for air. I scooped up one of her breasts as it rolled and roiled. I held it steady and got that fat nipple between my lips. I touched my teeth to the taut nipple and she hissed at me. I sucked and let her feel the edge of my teeth again.

"Do it, you fucker!" she shrieked. "Bite them!"

I clenched down just enough to make her scream. I caught the other breast, trapped that nipple, sucked hard, and then bit it gently, but harder and harder, until she moaned and her body shuddered.

Celeste growled, grabbed my face, and pulled my lips to hers. As she kissed me, she started grinding that pussy on me. She glared at me, challenging me to endure her assault. I quickly grabbed for Pandora's Box. I barely got things under control before she managed to destroy me.

I pulled my lips from hers, sat higher on my knees, grabbed her tits, and dug my fingers into her supple flesh. I fucked her like a madman. Celeste alternated between praising me, cursing me, and trying to end me with those talented inner muscles of hers.

When her first climax washed over her and I sped up, she howled at me and slammed her fists on my chest. I fucked her furiously - driving her from that climax into another. She grabbed my biceps in her fists and tried to hang on. By the third orgasm, she was still hanging on - but her neck was fully exposed to me. Her head was hanging back and she was barely keeping herself conscious. Her poor pussy felt like hamburger but she refused to give up. She'd told me to do it - so I did it.

When she passed out, I pulled out - and then I kissed her.

I grabbed my clothes and headed out of the door - to find Élodie waiting patiently. She dropped to her knees and cleaned my cock. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her - while tugging on those tiny nipples of hers.

"Helena's next," she whispered.

She pointed me to the room and took my clothes. I gave her another quick peck and headed off to fuck the white-haired hostess.

She seemed half-asleep when I arrived. I slid the silky sheets back and admired her naked body. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"I'm about to thank you for bringing me on this trip by fucking you unconscious," I warned her.

"Are you?" she asked, smirking. "Please do try your best..."

"It won't take my best - but you'll have it," I promised.

She laughed, her eyes twinkling.

I climbed between her thighs and sucked her pussy until she growled for me to fuck her. She kissed me tenderly as I rocked her body with thunderous collisions as I drove into her. She tried me. She did. She was only slightly better than Celeste. It took fewer orgasms to outdo her - but I think she sensed the inevitable and simply gave up. When Helena was no longer lucid, I pulled the sheet over her, kissed her, and left her room.

Liv cleaned my cock and pointed me to Octavia's room.

The Greek woman was lying on her stomach. Her perfectly-pert ass the first thing I saw. She grinned back at me.

"Massage my back while you slide that monster into me," she said. "I'll give you a half-hearted fight. I'd love you to cum inside of me - but it sounds like you destroyed the other two without much of a battle. I doubt I'll last longer. You've got me aching for you, you fat-dicked bastard..."

Octavia eased her thighs apart as I climbed onto the bed. I straddled her legs, slid my penis between her thighs, and then speared the tip between the lips of her pussy. I waited for her to growl at me with impatience before I slid my cock home.

"Do it, you fucking cunt-tease!" she snarled. "Do you know that I've never... aah... fuck!... I've never heard these women curse so much in the whole time we've been together. Fuck, that's good... Use those magic fingers on me while you drill that even more magical cock into me, stud..."

Octavia shoved her ass at me as I thrust into her while digging my fingers into her shoulders, her sides, her spine, and her back. I was certain that my girls back home were going to love my new skills...

"Did you slow down?!" Octavia growled.

"Sorry," I said. "I was thinking about my girls."

"Fuck your girls, you bastard," she snarled, rolling to her back. "I'm right here..."

"You are...," I agreed, folding her in half before she could stop me.

With her calves pinned to her shoulders, I slammed my cock back into her. I was fairly certain that all the muscles that I'd loosened in her back were now straining. I ignored the curses and pounded the woman's pussy - bouncing her hips and ass off of the mattress each time I drilled her.

Octavia gave me a determined look and then she tested me. I held still inside of her and I let her try. After a few minutes of trying me, when she started to look worried, I laughed in her face, kissed her hard, and then I fucked her like I don't believe she'd ever been fucked before in her life. That's what she told me anyway... before cumming three times and finally pushing me away, complaining that her pussy hurt too much for me to continue.

I climbed off, pulled the sheets up, and bent to kiss her. She bit my lip and then sucked on it. She grinned at me, pulled me down for a long lusty kiss, and then pushed me away - telling me to let her sleep in peace.

Élodie was back again. She cleaned my cock and sent me to Arabella's room.

The brunette was sitting at her tablet PC when I came in.

"Checking stock prices?" I guessed.

"Actually, I was emailing Emily," she said.

"What?! No shit?"

"She and your other girls are talking about weddings," Arabella remarked. "I won't spoil their surprise."

She giggled when I scooped her up and carried her to the bed. She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. I reached for my cock - to hold it for her - but she swatted my hand away.

"Susan Hall...," Arabella said, her body hovering above mine, her hand giving my cock repeated gentle squeezes.

"A wonderful lady," I told the banker.

"She is," Arabella agreed. "Sue seems to think you belong to her..."

The mischievous grin on her face reminded me of Sue's. I chuckled.

"I love her dearly," I admitted easily.

"You surprise me," Arabella said quietly. "You seem to bounce from woman to woman so easily - and - rather than despising you for spending time with the others, I find myself getting so turned on, just thinking about it. What's Sue like?"

"Like she is," I told her, uncertain what the woman was asking me. "She's equally serious and fun-loving. She's determined and headstrong. She's unfailingly devoted and yet won't hesitate to tell you when you're wrong."

"What about in bed?" Arabella asked.

"Can I tell her what it's like with you?" I asked.

"Maybe I'll just have to imagine," Arabella said, kissing my chest. "Will you really not tell all that we've done?"

"I've done all this and more with my girls," I told her. "They won't care. They'll know without me telling them. I think they can read my mind."

"What a sordid piece of erotica that would be...," Arabella teased.

She pressed her lips to mine.

"Make me cum, Sam," she whispered. "Don't stop until I can no longer tell you to quit."

She pulled my cock to her entrance and sank onto me. I gripped her hips and her butt and squeezed her perfect ass as she slicked my cock in and out of her grasping pussy. She sank onto me and showed me what her pussy could do. I gave her tender kisses the whole time.

"Who's been training you?" she asked.

"I can't say," I told her.

"So young and so strong...," she said. "I almost wish I were young again."

"You're not old," I told her.

"You're a charmer, to be sure," she said, kissing me again. "Fuck me, Sam."

I took control, pulling her onto my body faster, drilling my cock up into her. I kept at it until she came twice for me - then I rolled her to her back.

Arabella wrapped her long thin legs around me and pulled me back into her each time I pulled out. I made love to her, quickly, deeply, and powerfully, until her eyes rolled into her skull and she went limp. I kissed her, pulled out, climbed off, covered her up, and headed out of the room.

Liv took me by the hand and led me to our room. Maria was on the bed, naked, on her back, her head dangling over the side. Liv led me to Maria's head. I had to kneel to get my cock between her lips. I squeezed her tits and threaded my penis into her mouth. The lusty lawyer gobbled me down. I thrust into her throat a dozen times and then swatted her pussy and told her to get ready to be fucked.

She spun around, grabbed her ankles, and opened herself to me. I leaned over the bed and I drilled Maria like a Texan looking for oil. I didn't stop until she came, screaming. I pulled out of her and moved to Liv, who was on her back with her mouth open, waiting for me.

I did the same to her that I had Maria and then I moved to Élodie. She got equal time and equal treatment. Maria cleaned me up, swatted my ass, and wished me luck. I headed for Viviana's room.

The blonde looked up as I entered.

"When the screaming finally stopped, I wondered if you were heading my way," she said, grinning.

She finished her glass of wine and got up. She playfully opened the silky robe to give me naughty glimpses of her sexy bits. I growled. She giggled.

She peeled the thing off, went to the bed, threw back the cover, and laid herself down. She pressed her thighs together and gave me a doe-eyed look.

"Such a big penis...," she teased. "Will it fit in my poor pussy...?"

I growled at her. She was really fucking good at this shit. I crawled onto the bed.

Viviana teased her thighs apart and then pressed them back together, giving me a worried look.

"Oh... dear me...," she said seductively.

Her hand found my cock. She squeezed it.

"Did I do this?" she asked sweetly. "I'm such a naughty, naughty girl. Please don't push this monstrous thing inside of me and... Oh!"

I shoved her legs apart, licked her slit, and then sucked her clitoris while pistoning my fingers into her already-dripping pussy. Viviana twined her fingers through my hair and purred as I ate her out and fingered her.

After a couple minutes of trying to get her off, I crawled up her body and kissed her hard as I slid my cock into her. The blonde goddess wrapped her thighs around my hips, locking me in place. She began to work those inner muscles like a fucking stump-grinder - attempting to turn my hard wood into nothing but sawdust.

I endured as long as I could. I thought I had actually managed it and then she simply smiled and cranked the dial to 11. She gave me a look of triumph as she felt the first jets of jism splattering inside of her.

When my balls were empty, I relaxed long enough for her to spread her legs apart once again. As soon as she did, I gripped her legs behind her knees, spread her open even wider and I started slamming my cock into her.

"Round 1 to you...," I told her.

"Oh dear...," Viviana said, giving me another doe-eyed grin. "I seem to have awakened the monster..."

I pounded and pounded that woman's pussy. She held out longer than any woman ever had - but I finally got her to cum. She pulled me down for kisses as her vagina fluttered and tugged on me. Then she pulled my ear to her lips.

"On your back, stud," she ordered.

We traded places. Viviana climbed onto me, grabbed my wrists, and pushed them over my head. I nipped at her nipples. She put her hand over my face and squeezed.

"Down, boy," she said, snickering at me.

She stretched herself out on top of me. She put her feet on top of my ankles to lock them down and she kept my wrists pinned above my head. She dragged the fingertips of her right hand down my chest, my stomach, and my abs - to my crotch. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it. She started stroking me as she glared into my eyes. She nipped her teeth at my jaw and then my lip. She found the part that was swollen from my previous lover and sucked on it, causing me to writhe and moan. She growled and tugged harder on my cock while sucking my lips. She kissed me hard and rubbed the head of my prick all around her vulva, thighs, and clitoris - stirring me back to iron-hard stiffness again.

Finally, she tucked me inside of her honey-hole and sank onto me with a purr rumbling through her chest. She pressed those stiff nipples against my bare chest, wriggling to make them dig in a little.

For the next several minutes, Viviana Ashbourne wrecked my cock again. She moved those pussy-muscles against and along my shaft and the crown until I felt another climax surfacing. She was intent on dragging the orgasm out of me and - at that point - I didn't see any way to prevent her from accomplishing it.

Then she stopped.

I panted for breath. The sound of it, in my ears, was like a runner at the end of a tiring race. I struggled to refill my lungs. Viviana had dragged me almost to the brink a second time. I knew my reprieve was only a temporary thing.

Viviana gave me a look that I couldn't read. It was equal parts lust and irritation - triumph and defeat.

She turned my head and pressed her lips to my ear, whispering so that no one would hear her words except me.

"No one must ever know," Viviana whispered. "I used you to overcome the urges that Bill Starlin birthed in me but - in the process - I've become addicted to you. You're too young to understand how miserable that makes me feel. Don't you dare let me down, Samuel."

"I won't," I promised - not even understanding what she was saying.

Viviana pressed against my wrists and my ankles - and she raised herself into the air. My penis slipped out of her pussy. She reached down, grasped my cock, and then aimed the tip at a different hole. Viviana Ashbourne gave a low whine as she pushed herself backward and the tip of my penis pushed against her puckered sphincter. She gazed into my eyes and pushed again, willing her body to obey her. We both hissed as her nether orifice spiraled open just enough for the crown of my penis to slip inside.

"Sam...," she whined.

She pulled off just long enough to stab back onto me again.

She bit my jaw and fucked my cock-knob in and out of her clenching asshole until it relaxed and she managed to finally convince her backside to allow me to intrude. Viviana sank onto me as my penis slowly filled her. She didn't stop moving until she had all of it inside of her.

If I thought the blonde goddess' vagina was a masterful thing, I was floored by what the woman could do with that ass of hers. As her arms went around my neck and her lips pressed to mine, I grabbed her ass in my hands and held on for dear life.

They say that when a succubus brings a man to climax, she drains his soul from his body. I swear that it felt like Viviana Ashbourne was sucking the very soul from my body - through my penis. She ground that ass on my cock and slid me in and out of her - like a child toying with a popsicle. The woman was destroying me and it seemed to cost her almost nothing.

When I peered into her eyes, though, I saw that I was wrong. Viviana had her eyes clenched tightly. She was riding my cock like a ship rides the waves. I was lost in the tumult but so, apparently, was she. I kissed her and she kissed me harder.

"Cum for me, Samuel...," she said - half command and half pleading.

I gasped as her inner muscles clenched. My orgasm began. I was being washed away by the tsunami. Viviana's eyes found mine. Her eyes were twitching side to side - as if her universe was spinning out of control. She closed her eyes, laid her cheek on my shoulder, gripped my neck a little tighter, and whimpered.

I don't know how long we lay there before I got chilled. I reached for the blanket and realized that I was lying in a puddle. Sometime, in the middle of our intense shared climax, Viviana had squirted all over me - drenching me in her geyser of girl-jizz.

The gorgeous blonde sighed as I pulled the blanket over us. She snuggled against me. Her butt convulsed and I realized that I was still buried in her ass - and my penis was still mostly hard. I started to lift her off of me but she whined and squeezed me tighter. I gave up, gave her pert ass a squeeze, and closed my eyes again.

~

~~~ Week 33 - Sunday ~~~

~

Sunlight streamed into Viviana's room. I opened my eyes just before she opened hers.

"Good morning, lover," she said quietly.

"Good morning, gorgeous," I replied.

She smiled, kissed me, and started to get up.

"Well, fuck...," she snarled. "I guess you've definitely made that hole yours now..."

"I tried to pull you off...," I protested.

"I guess you'll just have to take extra time to clean it," she replied, giving me a naughty smile.

"If I have to...," I playfully groaned.

By the time we got out of the shower, Viviana's asshole had pretty much gone back to its normal size again. It was just as clean as my cock. I'd been thorough - and so had she.

Within the confines of that private space where we had scrubbed each other - after we were both clean - the blonde goddess sank to her knees in front of me and then told me that I was going to get to do one more thing that she didn't allow anybody else to do...

It was one of the best hand/blowjobs I had ever received. Viviana sucked on the head of my dick and tugged on my cock - milking the semen from my balls. When I warned her that I was going to cum, she painted herself.

We had to start all over, scrubbing her again, from her hair to her toes - but she claimed that the look on my face when I glazed her was worth it.

By the time we came out of her room, Helena was beginning to grow impatient. When she looked up and saw that I was still naked, she opened her mouth to yell at me. However, Viviana gave her a look that dropped the temperature of her command by several degrees.

"Please hurry," Helena said. "Get dressed for a day of traveling and gather all of your things. We're leaving the island."

I nodded and hurried to obey. I got to the room to find that the girls had gotten everything ready for me. My bag was packed and my clothes were picked out. I threw them on, raced back to join the others, and quickly gave my three fluffers kisses for their thoughtfulness. The ladies all smiled at us - even Helena.

"Well done, girls," she said. "Thank you."

We boarded a shuttle bus and headed off across Sardinia - making our way to Olbia. We could still see the sea for much of the trip. When we couldn't, I studied the people, the vehicles, and the land around us. It was hard for me to picture that we were on an island - even with as much of it as I had already seen.

At the airport, Helena spoke to someone that directed us to the right gates to get us to Helena's jet. We climbed the stairs to find the pilot and copilot waiting with smiles on their faces. I wondered if the pilot had gotten his balls drained as many times as I had. The copilot appeared to be pretty satisfied with things.

"We will all probably take naps, later, on the way back to the States," Helena warned, "but try not to get too carried away. Believe it or not, we'll be landing back at home before the day is over - it will just be a really long day."

We all dispersed - heading for our rooms. Apparently, Élodie and Liv were bunking with me and Maria - because they followed her straight to our room - and she didn't act surprised to see them behind her. Once we were in our room, they pressed me for information about why Viviana and I were late. I appeased them by simply telling them that we'd been playing around, cleaning each other up, and had gotten carried away and lost track of time.

Élodie got some snacks out for us to enjoy during our hour-long flight to the mainland. I asked where we were headed and Helena informed me that we were going to Naples. Of course, I had to ask where that was. Even Maria knew the answer. When I asked what was there to see, they all just looked at each other and laughed. None of them would tell me.

We landed at the airport and were met by one of Rossi's relatives or associates. The bus was on the smaller-scale this time - because it didn't need the bedroom in the back. When we got to our first stop, I climbed off of the bus and came face-to-face with an honest-to-goodness archeologist.

I promptly embarrassed the hell out of myself by asking the guy, "Is this that volcano place - where people got buried under the ash?"

Lorenzo didn't make fun of me. He did chuckle and glance at Helena. Then he dove into the stories. I followed the man like he was the Pied Piper - soaking it all in. We moved from Pompeii to the Herculaneum and then moved on to some catacombs - tunnels with dead people. Lorenzo rode with us in the small submarine as we viewed the underwater ruins. We also toured some famous tunnels that some ancient king built that got used for people to hide in during WWII. There was a whole city buried down there!

We dropped Lorenzo back off where we picked him up and then we headed to dinner. The place was called Il Piastrato. I thought the place looked more like a meat market than a restaurant. Helena ordered for me. I couldn't comprehend what anything was.

Everyone ended up with something different. Some of it looked pretty strange. The sandwich that arrived in front of me was a little funky-looking but it tasted pretty damned good. Helena chuckled when I told her that she'd done a bang-up job.

We climbed aboard our shuttle-bus one last time and then headed back for the airport. It was a little hard to believe that we'd spent almost five hours, just exploring ancient places around the city.

As we boarded Helena's massive jet and entered the sitting area, I flopped into one of the comfortable chairs - making sure to leave the closer ones for the ladies. Élodie and Liv giggled as they raced to be the first to claim my lap. Their narrow asses were petite enough that they both fit. The more the two of them squirmed, the more that I began to worry that I was going to ruin my underwear before they settled down.

"Élodie," Helena said. "Some light beverages and finger foods, please..."

"Oui, madam," the skinny brunette said, jumping up to obey.

The ladies were all headed for seats after all of the walking they had done when Helena suggested that they either give Liv or me something to do.

Octavia immediately asked for both of us to give her a massage. Helena looked to the others. They all slumped into chairs and waved us away. Liv and I raced for her little massage room. I wasn't sure that anyone else had even used it up to that point.

Octavia came in, looked me square in the eyes, and undressed. She wasn't as good at it as Viviana was but I was still rock hard by the time she was naked. She gave the tent in the front of my shorts a grin and climbed onto the massage bed. Liv and I went to work.

We must have done alright. Octavia's erotic-sounding moans brought nearly all of the others to see if we were having sex. When the others heard Octavia's repeated encouragements to have the two of us work them over, they chose seats just outside of Liv's door - forcing Élodie to bring the food and drinks over from where they had been sitting before.

One by one, each of the other women took their turns. As the women left the room, once Liv and I finished working them over, they stumbled out to collapse into the closest available chair. Élodie kept them hydrated and/or intoxicated.

When the massages were all done with - including one for Maria - Helena suggested that the women take advantage of my other talents before our time together came to an end. At that point, the ladies all laughed and said that I'd done such a thorough job of fucking them the night before that none of them wanted my penis anywhere near their pussies for at least another day.

When Viviana remarked that she could do with a little more of my... linguistic skills... Liv volunteered to help. The goddess' eyes sparkled and she accepted. Liv and I followed her to her room. She required Liv and I to get naked with her. The Swede and I had just gotten our mouths on Viviana's body when Élodie appeared in the doorway and begged to be included. Viviana laughed and asked her what had taken so long. The skinny maid ripped her clothes off and dove onto the bed to help Liv and me.

The girls sucked the blonde's neck, chest, and tits as I kept busy with her lower bits. She warned the girls not to leave hickies behind or her boyfriends would be jealous. That seemed to do nothing more than to make the two minxes more determined to accomplish it. Viviana kept dragging their heads around by their hair - trying to avoid any damage - but Liv manage to leave one on the side of Viviana's breast - while Élodie claimed a spot on her neck - just above the collarbone. Viviana's back arched as she came. She squirted a little and I begged the girls to come help me keep the sheets dry. The blonde goddess moaned and squirmed as the three of us worked to clean her up. When the eruption ended, Viviana thanked us and told us to close the door on our way out.

For the next hour or so, Liv, Élodie, and I worked our way through each of the other ladies - finishing up with their boss. We tucked Helena in for the flight and then went to lay claim to Maria's body. Since I hadn't already tried to destroy her the previous night, I decided that this was my chance. The girls used their mouths on her while I fucked the hell out of her. When she got loud enough to disturb the others, we had to muffle her.

Once Maria was snoozing, I turned to the other two.

Liv picked heads again. She won the "coin toss" this time (I figured it was only fair). I climbed on top of her, slid inside, and fucked her until she climaxed. Élodie swapped in. I did the same to her. Our next round was standing up - with their faces mashed against the wall of our bedroom. The third round was doggy-style. I was really just starting to get close to being ready to cum when the two pushed me away and snuggled their naked bodies together in a most erotic way. I had no clue where my phone was or I would have snapped their picture. Instead, I pulled a sheet over them and went to find a bathroom.

I had just finished peeing and washing my hands. I was headed, still naked, back to the bedroom, when the cockpit door opened. The copilot peeked out and her eyes lit up. She motioned for me to wait a moment. A moment later, she pulled the pilot through the door. When he saw my state of undress, he chuckled.

"Who's flying the plane?" I asked quietly.

"We're fine," the woman assured me. "Do you have a few minutes to help Peter and me with something?"

"What kind of something?" I asked. "I'm not really dressed to help out."

"You're actually dressed perfectly for the job," she said, leering at my cock.

"Paula pestered Helena to borrow you if time permitted," Peter explained.

"Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their copilot," the woman said, grinning. "Is there a bed open?"

"We could just spit roast you here...," Peter suggested.

"I was hoping for double penetration...," the woman replied to him, giving me a guilty look.

"I'm not much into anal," I told her.

"That's perfect!" she replied cheerfully. "Peter's always trying to convince me to let him fuck me in the ass."

Peter was the one to give me a guilty look this time.

"To each his own...," I told him.

"So, you'll do it?" Paula asked.

"Sure," I said. "I'd love to add 'had sex with the pilot and copilot while nobody was watching to see if we were going to crash' to my list of first-times for this trip."

Peter chuckled and said, "We usually take a nap - after sex. There are alarms if something pops up..."

"It's your funeral...," I said. "Well... not *just* yours... but whatever."

Paula giggled and asked, "A free bed?"

"Let's see what's in Liv's bedroom," I suggested.

The bed was small but Peter and Paula were both game. I laid down on my back and the sexy copilot climbed on top of me and took hold of my cock. Peter warmed himself up while Paula dragged the head of my penis back and forth across her goodies until her body began lubricating in preparation for my entrance.

Paula sank onto me with a moan.

She looked at her partner and asked, "Can I kiss him?"

"You might as well," he said, chuckling. "I think you overran first base a couple minutes ago..."

Paula and I made out as she rode my cock until her vagina was almost dripping with her slickness. She raised herself off of me and Peter slid a couple fingers into her, making her moan as he worked to retrieve a little of her natural lubrication. He smeared it around her backside and went back for more. The second batch went onto his cock.

Paula went back to bouncing on me happily as Peter got into place. When he pressed into her, her vagina tightened up in a very nice way. She went from just about right to just about popping my cock out of her pussy, she was so tight! When Peter managed to get his dick into her, Paula began to wail. I quickly covered her mouth. She looked down at me with flames in her eyes. Peter was having a hell of a time riding the woman's ass because she was trying to get as much of my cock inside of her - with each of her thrusts - as she could manage. I grabbed her hip with my free hand and started helping out by pumping my cock into her from below. She growled into my palm. Peter moaned and I could feel his cock throbbing inside of her.

"Quick question," I asked.

Paula's flame-lit eyes locked onto mine.

"Yes," she mumbled into my hand.

"I don't know if I can pull out in time..."

"Yes!" she growled. "Yes!"

"I think she said 'yes'," Peter translated, laughing. "She's on the pill. She always makes me cum inside. Do your worst."

"My worst is triplets with twins on the side," I told him.

"Sounds like a 'her problem'," he said. "I'm close..."

Paula screeched and squirted all over me.

"Fuck...," I groaned.

Between the intense stimulation, the copilot's sexy body, her sultry looks, and her hot girl-jizz splattering onto me, I was cooked.

"Fuck, yes...," Peter groaned. "Here it comes, baby..."

As much as I didn't really want to come on Peter's command, there was no stopping it. After putting the rest of the women on the plane to bed... and this intense three-way... I could no longer hold back. I groaned and my swollen testicles began to unload. I groaned as jet after jet erupted inside of the gorgeous copilot. Her eyes were squeezed shut but she whimpered in a most delightful way each time my junk squirted inside of her.

When it was over, Peter pulled out, looked around for a towel, and left the room. Apparently, he had found Élodie's cart - because he was back a few seconds later. He handed me two towels and started cleaning himself up.

Paula opened her eyes, kissed me hard, and then complained, "I think you came inside of my womb... Fuck!"

Peter laughed. She dabbed herself dry and threw the towel at him. He grabbed it up and left again. He came back and started getting dressed. Paula dressed as well and then bent over to kiss me again. I was trying to decide whether or not it was time for a nap. Paula pulled my hand to her chest. I squeezed her tit and accepted one more kiss. The pilot and copilot left. I heard the cockpit door close.

I sat up and tried to clean myself up. I finally decided just to pat myself dry and then go grab a shower. I tossed the soiled towel in Élodie's cart and went to the bathroom.

I felt 100% better after a quick shower. I returned to my bedroom to find that Liv and Élodie had rolled apart. There was *just* enough room for me between them. They were still sleeping, I swear, but they both rolled against me as soon as I settled onto the mattress. I covered us up, wrapped my hand around two delicious little asses, and closed my eyes.

~~~

I'm not sure how you can wake up tired but we all did.

Liv and Élodie got dressed. Élodie got snacks and drinks out for everybody as they started coming out of their rooms - or rather the showers that were attached to their rooms.

Each woman stopped to give me a kiss as she headed for a comfortable chair. I received numerous compliments and appreciative remarks before everyone had found a seat and was nursing on a beverage.

Liv and Élodie chose chairs next to mine. Liv asked if anybody else wanted another massage. The ladies all complained that it would just put them back to sleep again. Helena shot the sweet little Swedish cutie a pleased smile.

We all lounged around until the copilot warned us that we needed to strap in for our descent. We moved seats around and hooked them down. Élodie pouted when Helena told her that she needed to sit in her own seat this time - rather than riding on my lap.

A half-hour later, we touched down. A few minutes after that, we taxied to a stop and the pilot informed us that the ground crew was coming over with the stairs. Peter came out and opened the hatch. Paula stood by the door that led to the exit, waiting - apparently - to greet everyone as they left. Peter stepped beside her and then Helena stood with them. She motioned for Liv and Élodie to stand across from them. Maria signed for me to follow. The four of us stood opposite of Helena and our flight crew.

Viviana got to her feet and Élodie darted to grab her bag. She rushed it out of the door and down to the ground car before returning to her spot by Liv.

Viviana hugged Helena and thanked her for inviting her along on the trip. She nodded to the pilot and copilot and thanked them for taking care of us. Then she turned to our side. She took Maria's hand and held it.

"I've decided not to wait to see what my old law firm decides," Viviana told her. "Can you make room for me on your docket?"

"What?! Yes! Of course!" Maria gasped.

I thought Maria was going to melt into a puddle when the blonde goddess hugged her.

"Thank you for introducing me to your young friend," she said quietly. "I'm not sure how you knew exactly what I needed but he was perfect. Don't tell him that, though, if his head gets any bigger, it won't fit inside of me."

Maria gave an awkward laugh and nodded.

Viviana released Maria and stepped towards me. I laid facedown on the floor at her feet - prostrating myself in front of her.

"Oh, get up, you ass!" Viviana said, laughing. "You're impossible!"

When I got to my feet, she leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth.

"Don't change, Sam," she whispered. "You hear me?"

"I am yours to command, my lady," I answered.

She shook her head at me and stepped to Liv.

"Thank you, sweet girl," Viviana said. "You have delightful hands. If Helena ever lets you go, come find me."

"Thank you, ma'am," Liv answered.

Vivana stepped in front of Élodie.

"Merci pour toute votre aide. Vous avez une langue très talentueuse."

Helena chuckled.

Élodie curtsied and said, "Ce fut un plaisir pour moi de vous servir!"

Helena nodded her approval.

The blonde goddess gave me one more smile and stepped around the corner to head down the steps to the ground.

"I'll go next," Celeste offered. "Helena, it was even better than usual. You have the best friends."

Maria beamed as Celeste smiled at her.

"The flight crew was awesome as always. The service team was excellent and - Sam - I'm still sore!"

She took Maria's hand and kissed me. She kissed Liv and Élodie on the cheeks and disappeared around the corner. Élodie ran to grab her luggage and take it to the waiting shuttle. Arabella was stepping forward as she returned. Liv grabbed Arabella's bag and took it down, returning a few moments later.

"I hate to parrot Celeste, but I really don't have much to add," Arabella said. "Thank you all. Sam, Emily will fill you in - probably while you are filling a certain part of her in..."

She chuckled at her own joke and headed down the stairs.

Élodie and Liv raced to grabbed the bags for Octavia and nearly collided with her. Helena gasped but Octavia just laughed and swatted their asses as the pair darted away with her things.

Octavia thanked the pilot and copilot and then hugged Helena.

"Thank you, my dear," she said. "It was beyond my wildest expectation."

She turned to Maria and hugged her as well.

"Thank you, Maria," she said. "I hope not to need your services but I shall definitely keep you in mind."

"Thank you," Maria gushed.

Octavia released Maria as the two girls returned to their places. She stepped up to me and slid her arms around my ribs. She pressed her lips to mine and held the kiss for a couple seconds. Her eyes sparkled.

"I am ever so glad to have met you, young man," Octavia told me.

She pulled the girls over and huddled us together.

"You three were a breath of fresh air that I needed more than you will ever know," she said. "Liv, thank you for putting me at ease despite my embarrassment. Élodie thank you for being a naughty little minx and still managing to do everything that Helena threw at you. Sam... I heard Arabella tell you that she wished she'd met you earlier in her life and I just want to say that - if I'd found you first - she would have never gotten the chance. Thank you."

"It was fun," I told her.

"That it was," she agreed.

She kissed the girls on the lips and then gave me one last kiss. She slipped out of our arms and headed down the stairs.

Maria thanked the flight crew and took Helena's hands in hers. Helena spoke first.

"Well done, my friend," Helena said. "He was just what the doctor ordered, apparently. I have to admit that he had my old heart racing several times..."

Maria smiled and accepted kisses on the cheeks from the woman. She hugged Liv and Élodie and then went to get our bags. I stepped over to hug Helena.

"Thanks for letting me come," I told her.

"Thanks for making me cum," she retorted, giving me an ornery grin. "I will be happy to host you and your growing family for a little trip sometime. I'll get Emily's contact info from Maria and make the arrangements directly with her - since she is, apparently, already conversing with Arabella."

I looked from Helena to the pilot and copilot. Paula stepped forward, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me hard. Maria had just stepped up with our bags.

"Sam!" she gasped. "You didn't?! Helena..."

"It's okay," Helena told Maria, patting her on the shoulder. "Paula got her eyes full, I'm afraid, while she was catching glimpses of us, and begged a turn. Since we left them sitting in Nice for several days, I figured it was only fair."

"Sam...," Maria sighed. "Must you fuck every single woman that you meet?"

"Apparently...," Helena said, chuckling.

Élodie and Liv squealed as I slipped away from Paula and grabbed them up, pretending like I was going to steal them and take them home. The girls both laughed. Helena chuckled. Maria shook her head at me.

I hugged my sweet little Swede and the freaky little French girl. They both hugged my neck at the same time and kissed me again and again.

"You must come back to see us...," Élodie insisted.

"I'll see what I can do," I told her.

I glanced back at their boss.

"We should be able to work something out," she said, grinning as I squeezed the girls again and they squealed delightfully.

Maria cleared her throat and nudged me in the butt with her knee.

"The meter is running, handsome," she said.

I pulled out of the girls' arms and took my bag. I ducked around the corner and headed down the stairs. The ground car was just returning. Maria and I hopped in. We were immediately whisked away to the terminal.

We processed through, declaring that we were returning with all of the same things that we had left with. I realized that I hadn't even gotten a magnet for the refrigerator. When we got to Maria's car, she reached into her bag and handed me a small plastic sack.

"Get in first," she ordered.

I sank into my seat, pulled the belt on, and opened the bag.

"Maria!" I gasped. "We told them that we didn't buy anything!"

"We didn't," Maria said. "Helena gave them to me to give to you. Did you promise to bring something back for Samantha?"

I gave her a guilty look.

"I don't remember...," I admitted. "That was a *long* time ago."

"It *does* seem like it, doesn't it?" she asked.

"What day is it even?" I asked her.

"Sunday," she replied.

"I missed church. Samantha is going to kill me!"

Maria chuckled and pulled out of the parking space. I dug through the bag to see what she'd given me. I had four magnets: France, Monaco, Italy, and a special one for Sardinia. I tucked the magnets back into the little bag. I searched through my bag until I found my phone. It was almost dead. I checked our ETA and texted Emily. She texted back to warn me that Samantha was staying awake because they had promised that I was coming back.

I checked the time. It was already past her bedtime. She had school in the morning. Her schedule was going to be wrecked.

A half-hour later, we pulled up in front of Maggie's house.

"Go," Maria said. "I love you, fat-dick. Thank you for not screwing that up. I think I might owe you dinner - maybe a couple."

She grinned at me and pushed at my shoulder.

"Get inside," she ordered. "I'm guessing that Samantha isn't the only one missing you."

I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed up the walk. I waved to Maria as she pulled away. I made it almost all of the way to the house before the front door opened and a small brown-haired child with tears streaming down her cheeks came running at me with her arms spread wide.

"Sam! Sam! Sam!" she repeated again and again.

I bent to catch her and she threw herself at me so violently that she unbalanced me and sent me tumbling backwards. I wrapped my hand around her skull to protect her - just in case she struck the ground. She was sobbing into my chest uncontrollably. April took my bag. Emily and Elise helped me to my feet. I looked towards the house to see Jessie standing - outlined in the doorway. There were tears running down her cheeks as well. I walked her way, clutching her sobbing daughter to my chest. I wrapped an arm around her as soon as I reached her. I made to kiss her cheek but she intercepted my lips with her own. We'd barely started a first kiss when Samantha pushed away from my chest and - since Jessie's face was in the way - she ended up headbutting her mother in the jaw - causing Jessie to go a little white as she struggled not to cry out with the pain and shock of it. I gave her a worried look but she nodded for me to tend to her daughter.

"Why... Why... Why...," she stammered - stuck in a loop.

A heavy sob shook her body.

"Why... did you... (hiccup) leave?!" she screamed.

"I'm here," I told her. "I'm back."

"But... (hiccup)... you left! You didn't even say goodbye! I thought... (hiccup)... you were never... (hiccup)... coming back! I told... (hiccup)... Nancy..."

"Nancy?" I whispered to Jessie.

"Preacher's wife...," she explained.

"Nancy told... (hiccup)... me that you'd come back. I didn't... (hiccup)... believe her! She cried with me... Sam...!"

"I'm here, baby girl," I told her. "I'm here. It's okay."

Her little body shuddered again. She looked at me.

"You can't...!" she yelled.

"Samantha...," her mother warned.

"You can't leave anymore!" Samantha raged. "Promise!"

"Samantha...," I whispered.

"Promise!" she yelled.

"I'm here, baby," I told her. "I'm here now. I'm not planning on going away again any time soon."

"Promise!" she yelled again.

Samantha buried her chest against my shirt again and snuffled, and then shuddered, and then the cycle repeated again...

Her breathing finally evened out. I checked her eyes. She was still awake. She was gripping my shirt in her tiny fists. I kissed her forehead. She snuffled again, hiccupped, and shuddered. Then she quieted again.

"Has she been like this the whole time?" I asked quietly.

Elise shook her head.

"She was fine until this morning," Jessie said, rubbing the girl's back. "When you didn't come to church, she lost it. Nancy took her to the nursery and tried to rock her but she woke up the babies. Nancy took her outside and held her until service was over. She got her to calm down a little but she refused to eat lunch today. She hasn't had anything since breakfast."

"She cried herself to sleep this afternoon," April whispered. "We tried to get her to take something when she woke up but she only accepted a glass of water."

"Let's get something in your tummy," I told the girl in my arms.

She shook her head violently against my chest.

"Sit in the recliner with her," Emily said. "We'll get some crackers, cheese, and juice."

Jessie helped me get sat down.

"Get on his lap with her," Elise told Jessie. "Just the three of you..."

Jessie started to argue but April and Emily chimed in that they thought my sister was right. I glanced up to see Maggie watching us.

"Welcome back, lover," she whispered, giving me a grin. "None of us can do without you..."

Samantha twisted her head around when she either sensed or smelled her mother. She looked up at Jessie - who had her cheek lying against my shoulder.

"Mom... Momma...?" the girl said.

"He's back, baby," Jessie told her daughter. "Like we promised. You just have to be patient sometimes."

"No," Samantha said angrily. "My Sam. Mine."

"Mine too, baby," Jessie told her. "And Emily... and April... and Maggie..."

"Mine," Samantha repeated.

"You have to share...," Jessie told her.

"Not your daddy," Samantha grumped. "Mine."

"What if Mommy has a baby?" Jessie asked. "You'll have to share Sam with the baby."

That, at least made the child pause. I struggled not to laugh as I watched her little brain process what her mother had told her.

"When?" she asked.

"Not for a while yet," Jessie told her.

"I'll share when the baby gets here," she promised. "Now, he's mine."

"First, you need to ask nicely," Jessie told her. "Second..."

"Sam?" the child asked me.

"Second, you need to mind better if you expect him to accept you," her mother finished.

"I'll be good," Samantha promised. "I promise to be good... Please. (shudder) Please, don't go away anymore, Sam."

I just about fucking lost it. The look on her little face was tearing my heart out through my chest.

"I had to help Maria with something," I told Samantha. "It was a long trip."

"Did you bring me anything?" she asked.

"Samantha Lorraine!" her mother gasped. "You..."

"I did," I said, nodding. "Actually, my friend Helena got them for you."

"What is it?" Samantha asked.

"We'll have to have somebody track down my bag. Are you done crying?"

"Yes," she said, drying her eyes with her little hands.

I looked down at my shirt. It appeared to be permanently wrinkled in two places - and soaked clear through.

Elise pulled the little plastic bag from my luggage and held it up. I nodded to her. She passed it off to Jessie.

"Eat a cracker and a piece of cheese and I'll let you see the first one," her mother told her. "It feels like there are three or four small things in the bag. You can eat some bites and we'll see if you're ready to see what Helena sent you."

"What's Helena like?" Samantha asked.

The red-eyed little girl accepted a cracker and a piece of cheese from April. She held that in one hand. Emily handed her a little bottle of apple juice. My sister covered her mouth to keep from laughing when a little bit of the cold spilled out of the mouth of the juice bottle and ran down the neck of my shirt, chilling my chest, and further soaking my shirt.

"Bites," her mother told her. "Try not to spill any more of that on Sam."

Samantha jerked her hand and nearly emptied the bottle onto me. Elise howled with laughter as Jessie grabbed for the juice bottle and pulled it from her daughter's hand.

"Eat," Jessie ordered.

Samantha nibbled on the short stack of food items in her fingers. She started slowly - trying to show that she wouldn't be cowed - but her empty tummy betrayed her. Soon, she was taking bigger and bigger bites and Jessie had to tell her to slow down. She pressed the bottle of juice into Samantha's hand and told her to take a drink break. The feisty urchin drained half of the little bottle before looking around for the next cracker and cheese stack. April grinned and handed it over.

Elise signed to Jessie that Samantha had forgotten about the magnets. Jessie tried to shush my sister without giving her daughter any clues as to what the two were saying to each other. Of course, Samantha - like the rest of the females in our house - somehow always intuits things that aren't spoken. I just shook my head in disbelief as the small child turned her puppy dog eyes on her mother and asked about her present. Jessie sent my sister an angry look that had Elise shaking with barely-contained laughter.

Jessie had just revealed the second magnet and I had started to explain where it came from when Samantha finally dropped off to sleep. Jessie hopped up, handed off the drink and the snack and the magnets and tried to pry her daughter off of me - to no avail. Every time we tried, Samantha stirred and clutched at my shirt, her heartrate and breathing rapidly accelerating. Maggie finally whispered that I was just going to have to sleep with her on my chest.

Jessie complained that the girl hadn't had a bath yet. Maggie shrugged her shoulders and said that a day without a bath wouldn't kill her. Jessie wasn't delighted but nothing worked to pry me out of her daughter's grasp - so we finally gave up. I told the others that I was just going to stay in the recliner and sleep there but - after a quick discussion - they all decided that wouldn't work. Everybody on the work-crew wanted to be able to freely move around the house without disturbing Samantha. I also got voted down on getting up with the rest of them. Maggie and Emily insisted that there was no way in Hell that the child was going to go to school without me being the one to drop her off and also pick her up. After another half-hour of trying to free myself from her grip, I decided that they were probably right.

I kept on the shirt that I was wearing. My pit-crew swapped out the rest of my clothes - with a few naughty touches - to get me ready for a night in Jessie's bed with Samantha sleeping on my chest. Each of them gave me kisses and then I toddled off to bed with the small child in my arms.

~~~ End of Chapter 60 ~~~

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