CHARLES CLAIRE KALISTAChapter 35
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The rest of the day was a blast, the farthest thing from dancing we could do. Occasionally, Sarah grabbed my hand as we walked to the things we wanted to see and accomplish.
We’d gotten tired, and let our guide give us a mini-tour, while we stayed in the cart. We weren’t being bothered for autographs that much, but if someone asked, we’d stop and gladly do it. We were all dried out now.
I’d seen a place on the Park Map I wanted to go to, so I asked to go to Topper’s Hat Shop.
I got a light gray Captains Cap, and had it embroidered with “Charles,” in bright red, causing all the rest of them to do the same, although K had ‘Princess’ put on hers, Claire had “The Wife” on hers; Mom had ‘His Mother’ on hers’ and Sarah wouldn’t let us see what she was having put on her hat until it was done.
She grabbed it, adjusted the back and put it on. It said, ‘The Other Woman,’ which we all found quite hilarious. We gathered up all of our stuff and took a ride back to the entrance of the Park.
Getting the OK from my wife, I went up and gave Sarah, our Guide a hug, saying, “That’s something I wouldn’t have done with Jason,” generating laughs from everyone. We waved good-bye and waited for the next shuttle to the area hotels and got back to our rooms, exhausted, mostly leg sore.
After a nap, I got up and crawled under the covers, getting between my wife’s legs and tearing off her bikini bottoms, diving in.
“Oooh, oh – god Charles – yeah – oh Jees – yeah – ooh yes – on my god Charles, that is soooo good. You have been pretty randy today. Oooh. Anything happen with my mother that I should know about? Ooohhh, yeah honey – I am I am – gonna cum, Charles my god – what has gotten into you anyway? Oh, wow dear, I am cumming Charles – right – right now. Ooooooooohhhhhhh.”
I moved up and we kissed, for the first time directly after oral sex. She’d tasted herself and actually seemed to like it, licking her lips extensively. She pushed me on my back ready to return the favor.
When finished, we kissed again, this time I tasted myself, it was bitter but savory. We turned over again and we made love and it was the most satisfying good old missionary sex we’d ever had. I rolled off of her and smiled.
Breathing very hard, Claire asked, “OK, what happened between you and Sarah today, it must have been on the Log ride. Go ahead and tell me – I won’t be mad, I promise. Please tell me?”
I explained all I did, and surprisingly, Claire wasn’t very upset. We made love again, this time with her on top and we both were as satisfied as we’d ever been before.
“I could call your Mom to come over, and join us, if you’d like to take a break,” I quasi-joked.
“Charles, I don’t think I can walk, I hurt so much right now. Use your fingers on me please – bring me off using your fingers,” she said.
I took my right hand and moved it down to her sweetness, and within a few minutes, I could feel Claire cumming again, on my fingers. I took them and rubbed all over her breasts, causing her to moan deeply.
“Charles, I think I am officially a slut,” she groaned.
“I don’t think I like you using that word, Claire – I’d prefer to use the term ‘minx’ or maybe ‘wench,’ which implies mischievousness, maybe even a ‘sprite.’”
She pushed me onto my back and grabbed me firmly and used both hands to get me hard again. She pulled up by my face and started kissing me, while she was masturbating me. I put my hand on her hand and we worked together causing me to cum all over her hand this time.
She pulled her hand up, releasing me and like a cat, she licked her hand completely clean, which only served the purpose of getting me hard again.
She reached down, surprised a little and asked, “Again?”
I rolled back on top of her, going again. This time I was going slowly letting her feel every millimeter, both in and out, until I filled her up.
“If you are a slut, then so am I,” I said.
“You have done it with both my mother and me, that’s more a man-whore, isn’t it?” she said, not able to hold back a marvelous giggle.
“Mrs. Newman, I love you so much?” I said, kissing the nearest breast.
“Not as much as I love you, Mr. Newman,” she said grabbing me and giving me a twist.
We both were worn out and fell asleep again.
Less than fifteen minutes later, my phone rang – it was Sarah.
“Yes, dear how can I help you?” I answered very tired and sleepy.
“You sound tired; haven’t you been sleeping?” she asked.
“Not entirely, we woke up a little over an hour ago and made love like a pair of minx, six times, we have to rest. Neither of us can move right now. We’ll call when we get up, OK?” I said yawning into the phone.
“Six times in an hour, dammit – you should have called me for reinforcements?” I believe I heard her say.
“Maybe later, goodnight?” I said.
The next morning, after our marathon day at Knott’s and my personal marathon with my wife, we took off. Claire had trouble walking and I was rather sore between my legs. I didn’t know that could happen. When I have a sore muscle somewhere, I usually ask Sarah to help, but she might be too eager to help with this particular muscle.
I heard my phone vibrate, so I picked it up. It was Sarah calling. Claire was taking a shower alone, and I took the call.
“Hey, Loverboy – you OK?” she asked.
“I finally understand what you meant back when you first said, ‘I wouldn’t be able to walk,’ if we’d made love. Everything below the waist hurts like hell; my feet, ankles, thighs, legs and even my ... manhood is sore,” I said.
“I can help you with that, if you’d like,” she said eagerly.
“Why was I so sure that you’d say that? Just the thought of using it for anything except peeing, makes me hurt all under,” I said, too sore to laugh very much.
“If you want, I can help you, how long since you have worked out anyway?” she asked.
“Oh, about four days I guess. We walked more than usual yesterday, that’s why my legs hurt. Making love to your daughter for a solid ninety minutes, certainly only added to the pain, but that was a good pain,” I said with a chuckle.
“Well, I could give you my ‘Magic Hands’ to help your legs, if you’d like?” she answered.
“Claire is sore as well, maybe you and Mom could give us some side-by-side massages. She could barely walk to the shower, taking a hot one. She told me that you’d been teaching her some of your massage techniques - is she as good as you?”
“At massage, she might be, otherwise you may have to try her yourself for any ‘personal touches,’” she said with a laugh.
“Come over in ten minutes, ready to massage OK, please be sensible with what you two have on. If she wants, bring Kalista along, that might keep things from getting out of control, OK?” I said.
Just then Claire came out of the shower, drying her hair, still walking gingerly.
“Ten minutes,” I said, ending the call.
“What’s happening in ten minutes, Man-o-mine?” Claire asked.
“Sarah, Annie, and Kalista are coming over to give us each a massage, so put at least panties on, OK?”
“OK, you going commando?”
“No, just haven’t decided to get up yet. I know I don’t have time to shower, but I probably don’t want to freak out Kalista with my bare butt, do I?”
“She’s seen your butt, but don’t let her see your pecker, OK?” my wife said.
“With all the words there are for it, and you choose ‘pecker,’” I said turning over on my stomach and getting my pecker pointed down and out of sight.
“Pecker, package, manhood, pee-pee, dick, cock, Johnson, and my personal favorite; love muscle,” Claire said, laying down, turning to smile at me.
There was a knock on the door, I said, ‘Come in.’” We both were turned over on our stomachs. I felt an erection immediately coming on.
I heard gasps for a spilt second, and then I heard a giggle – that could only be Princess.
“Claire told me, that you’d seen my butt before, Princess. I figured ‘no big deal,’ unless you’d prefer I put on boxers?”
“Oh, Charles – you have such a nice butt, a really nice butt. Annie and Sarah said I could come and watch them, is that OK with you, Claire?”
“Not a problem, I just hope this helps, my thighs have never hurt so much before,” Claire said.
“What were you doing that hurt your thighs, Claire?” Kalista asked.
“Come here, K?” she said to her.
Kalista went over to Claire and she spoke to Princess in quiet tones. At the end of it all, I saw K’s face go beet red.
“All right,” Sarah said, putting massage oil on her hands, “Who’s doing what to whom?”
“I don’t care, but I hurt from my belly button down to my toes, I guess I need a ‘toe job,’” I said, causing giggles all through the room.
I got some hands on my feet and my toes, which felt wonderful. Then I saw Sarah come up to my face and ask, “What about your back, honey – does your back need a massage while we’re at it?”
“Sure, who’s doing my toes, if not you?” I asked.
“Your soon-to-be-stepdaughter is,” she said.
At that exact moment, I felt a slap on my bare butt, then a giggle.
Over the next thirty to forty minutes, everything started feeling better and relaxed again, with both my knees and my back popped as well. And my toes have never felt so nice and tingly.
“How are you doing over there, Claire-Bear?” I asked.
“Your mother has been making my back and legs feel so good, I may request her in the future - If it’s OK with you, Charles?”
“This kind of reminds me of that night we had those massage therapists come in the room for our ‘couples’ massage,’ doesn’t it?” I said.
“Only now, that ‘guy’, who came in to do me, is your mother.”
“I was really nervous that a guy was touching you like that, Claire-Bear. Somehow this feels safer,” I said ... as I felt a stronger hand give my bare butt a slap.
Sarah came back up to me and asked, whisper quiet, “How is that ‘other’ muscle doing Charles?”
“At the moment, drilling a hole through the mattress, if you must know, Sweet-Lips.”
“Kalista, go help Annie, please?” Sarah said.
I felt fresh oil on my butt, which hadn’t been touched to this point. I felt the marvelous hands of “Magic Hands’ Rollins start an intense massage of my nearest butt cheek. I couldn’t keep from moaning as she really got into it. From across the room, I heard K giggling.
As she kept going, moving from the maximus to the minimus gluteal, and on to the medius, I asked, “Aren’t you and Sarah sore from yesterday, Mom?”
“Yeah, a little, but you two are our ‘bread and butter,’ so we take care of our own; maybe you guys can give us a massage tomorrow? We have three more days before we have a place to be to dance, so just relax, OK.”
“What’s ‘bread and butter’ mean?” Princess asked.
Mom said, “Relax Charles, I’ll take this one. Kalista. Calling Charles & Claire our ‘bread and butter’ means that they’re the source of our money, or livelihood; although technically Charles, Claire and the Amazing Kalista are all the ‘Bread and Butter’ of C-Cask LLC.”
I felt Sarah’s left hand go under my waist, while she was using her right hand to massage my right cheek. She grabbed me and played with me a little as I rose up at the waist just a bit to help. Claire was getting all of the attention apparently, so Sarah had decided to ‘go rogue.’ I was literally in no position to deny her, so she kept holding me, as I got firmer in her hand.
I took my available left hand and went inside her short pant leg, and found her very moist pudenda, returning the favor. We moaned together as she got her hand out to use them both on my right cheek.
She had moved in closer so I could get a finger or two up inside her. She was really feeling my direct massage as she slapped my butt, saying, “Finished,” I pulled my fingers out, giving them to her to clean off, which she licked with joy.
We heard from the other side of the bed, “Finis,” from Annie and Kalista.
“Let’s let them rest for a while, everybody?” mom said.
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