Lotto Dreams Chapter 7 The next few days were uneventful. He went to the gym, but a pair of old men occupied the pool each morning when he finished his workout. On Friday, Franco explained that one thing that made defending yourself difficult was a fear of pain. Human's learned early that pain was to be avoided. But pain could be mastered, and even used as focus. Pain sucked, but it didn't have to be destructive and unconquerable. Franco showed Nick pain, but he showed him how to work through it, to achieve his goals in spite of it. And Franco smiled every time Nick succeeded. Even through the pain. Monday morning, Columbus Day, and Nick was sprawled in the recliner reading the newest book by PC Cast. He took a sip of coffee just as the front bell rang. He flipped the chair upright and made his way to the door as someone knocked on the frame. Opening the door, he was confronted by three very attractive females, one with blond hair hanging to mid back, the second a brunette who's curly hair brushed her shoulders, and the third who's hair was died in a rainbow and shaped to spikes that could put an eye out. The dangerous one spoke up first. "Put your shoes on, you're being kidnapped!" The brunette looked at his feet, then turned to the dangerous one. "How did you know he didn't have shoes on?" The blonde spoke up. "He never wears shoes at home." Nick stepped aside and let the trio in. "I think I still have most of a pot of coffee if anyone's interested." "Nope, shoes. Go!" While he went to put on shoes, the dangerous one filled an overnight bag with a suit and some fresh jeans, and another tee shirt. She opened his drawers and laughed out loud at what she found. He'd stayed with the briefs, but he'd added a few colors to his collection. She threw three pair in, and grabbed his dress shoes. He tossed a pill bottle and two inhalers on top. Meanwhile, the blond made her way to the kitchen to turn off the coffee. The brunette followed her, looking around curiously. "So, have you been here often?" Connie asked Jean. "A couple of times. Usually we go to my house." Connie thought about this, trying to decide if she was jealous, finally deciding that she was a little bit. Jeanvieve turned and saw the look on the other girl's face. "Give him a chance, he'll feed you breakfast, too." Connie flashed the blond woman a grin of thanks at the reassurance. Lydia called out, "Come on you two, we need to escape before someone notices we've taken our victim!" Nick came into the kitchen to collect his cell and a jacket, and went out to the garage to grab a pair of sunglasses. Nick locked the door and slipped his keys into his jeans, then followed the women to the dark blue Saturn parked at the curb. Jeanvieve looked at Connie, then took shotgun to Lydia's driver. Connie and Nick shared the back seat. "You two can get comfortable, we'll be on the road for a while." Jean stated. "How long is a while?" Nick asked. Lydia answered. "Depending on the highway patrol and traffic, maybe four hours." Nick thought about this. "Ok, so where are we going?" "We're going to see a play. Well, actually, the play's tomorrow, but we thought we'd get there early and explore." "Ok, a play, four hours a way." He thought about this some more. "The Shakespearean festival is still running?" He asked in surprise. Jeanvieve twisted to look at him in surprise as Connie grabbed his hand and laughed delightedly. "I told you he was a smart sumbitch!" Lydia said. "How did you know?" Jeanvieve demanded. "I went down by myself a few years ago, back in the days before I had pretty girls to hang around with. If it's available, we'll have make sure we attend the "King's Feaste", that was a good time." As Jean turned around mumbling to herself, Connie scooted close to him. "When we planned this, we decided that Jean and I would each get you in the back seat for half the drive down." When she said this, he realized they'd all dressed for seduction. Loose skirts and peasant blouses that offered ease of access, and probably not a shred of underwear to be found on any of the three. He drew Connie into his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back hungrily as she placed his hand upon her breast, feeling her nipple harden under his palm. "Oh god, Nick. I could kiss you for days!" She then caught his lips again, letting her tongue trace them until they parted and his came out to welcome her. As their tongues wrestled gently, she opened two buttons on her blouse and slipped his hand inside. He'd learned in the pool that her breasts were sensitive, and she enjoyed the feel of teeth on her nipples. Now, he learned sweet kisses and gentle nipple play would bring the same result, as a shuddering climax rippled through the body pressed against him. She pulled away and knelt on the seat, reaching for his belt. In less than a minute, she had him freed and sat back gazing at his weapon. Jeanvieve turned to look over the seat, and licked her lips. "He does have nice equipment, doesn't he?" Lydia took her eyes off the road and took a peek, then went back to her driving. "Perfect, if you want my opinion." Connie blushed at her friends' appraisal of Nick's cock. "This is the first time I've really seen it." "Really?" Lydia asked. "I thought you motivated him last Monday." "I did, but he was in the water, and you know, you can't really study things through the water. It did feel nice though." "Want to know a secret, Connie?" Jeanvieve asked. "I suppose so," the brunette responded. "He tastes good, too." The little blond chuckled then turned back to the view outside the car. Connie decided it was her duty to find out if Lydia's friend was lying to her, and bent down to lick the upright shaft before her. Nope, no lies there. Then she opened her mouth and slowly engulfed it as it quivered in response. She closed her lips around it and gently slid her mouth up and down it, caressing it with her tongue as she did so. When she decided it was well prepared, she licked the drop of pre-cum that had oozed out off the tip. "You're right, he is delicious." Connie hiked her skirt up around her waist, revealing another absence of undergarments, as well as a well-trimmed patch of hair. Then her skirt was covering them both as she straddled him, then was engulfing his hard shaft between another set of lips. Connie moved slowly upon him, enjoying the fullness of his cock inside her, then she lay back on the seat, keeping him locked inside with her legs around his waist. "Fuck me Nick, fuck me till I scream! I want to faint with your cock in me! Oh god!!" Ever obedient to his lover, Nick made love to her vigorously, their bodies bound together with lips and arms, pelvis and legs. And when she came, her scream was muffled by his kiss, and her faint eased in his devoted arms. In Scipio, they stopped at a service station. Lydia and Jeanvieve led a groggy Connie to the ladies room to revive as Nick took a moment to wash up in the men's room. While he waited for the ladies, he bought himself a bottle of Gatorade and quickly consumed the fluid as he topped off the gas tank. He strongly suspected the rest of the trip would be just as enjoyable. When the ladies came out, Connie gave him a soft kiss and hug. "Thank you, you are wonderful. Now, I'm going to sleep the rest of the way." True to her word, she climbed in the front seat, buckled up, and resting her head on a pillow Lydia got out of the trunk, dropped off to sleep like a baby. Jeanvieve got in the back seat with him. "We all agreed that since I'm the only that has been able to spend serious time with you before now, I couldn't have you either night. But I get you for half the trip both ways." She snuggled against him. "Listening to you and Connie made me so wet I had to get a tissue and wipe myself. Twice, I even had to look. I know you were busy, so I wish I'd had a camera so I could show you the look on her face. She looked like an angel transported to heaven." For the rest of the drive, Nick made Jeanvieve's trip just as rapturous. When they arrived in Cedar City, Nick was surprised to find them booked into a Bed & Breakfast. They made their way to the reception desk and a smiling older woman greeted them. "Ahh, Mr. Essex. We've been expecting you and your companions. As you requested, we have the nicest adjoining rooms ready for you." She smiled as she led them up to the rooms. "Such a nice man to bring his daughter and her friends to the Festival!" she thought. But as she watched them interact, she felt a bit scandalized as she realized that it certainly looked like they were all his lovers. Then she looked at the man again, and thought; "Lucky girls!" Lydia and Nick unpacked in the first room, Connie and Jeanvieve in the second. There was indeed a connecting door between the rooms so they could pass in and out without using the outer hallway. After everyone was finished with the facilities, Nick led them across the street to the Festival box office. Although the box office was closed, it offered a great deal of information in the display cases around it. For example, the following night there was indeed a "King's Feaste" scheduled. It ran from 4:30 till 7:00, and included a play performed throughout the meal. Lydia admitted that this would be a fine idea, that the curtain wouldn't rise until 8:00 for the play she had tickets to. Nick looked at another poster and realized they would either see Shakespeare's "As You Like It" or Gilbert & Sullivan's classic "H.M.S Pinafore". In his opinion, either one would be a pleasure. When they were finished at the box office, they took a leisurely stroll around the Southern Utah University campus; Jeanvieve holding Lydia's left hand while Nick held her right, and Connie contentedly holding his right hand. He'd been here six years ago, in August, but classes weren't in session then. Now, the commons were filled with young people enjoying a sunny October afternoon. And more than one young head turned to watch the quartet that strolled past them. At first glance, many assumed the girls to be students showing a parent around campus. But to those who didn't simply turn away indifferently, it was apparent that the relationship of these four was definitely not familial. The way they interacted made this obvious. And more than one young man sighed with frustrated envy. They made their way back to the B&B. The nice lady that ran the place offered her advice on a very fine restaurant, and even made them reservations for an hour later. Because the agreement the girls had made banned Jeanvieve from Nick's bed for the two nights they planned to be in Cedar City, Nick took the opportunity to cuddle with her and make certain she knew she was also loved as the other women prepared for dinner. While Nick showered and silently thanked the proprietors for wisely having a huge hot water heater, Lydia was touching up her make-up as Connie re-made her spikes. As she worked, she noticed the vial of pills Nick had set on the dresser, and read the label curiously. Generic glucophage. She knew that glucose was a form of sugar, so maybe it had something to do with that. Then she remembered the two inhalers he'd also tossed in his overnight bag. Maybe they'd offer additional clues. The first one she recognized from an old roommate. An asthma drug, one her friend had used sometimes eight times a day. But her friend had been prone to frequent and dangerous asthma attacks. She'd never noticed Nick to be particularly out of breath, even after a hard workout. The second inhaler she also recognized. Her friend had used it for emergencies. So Nick was mildly asthmatic but wise enough to be prepared, Lydia thought. She decided she'd make sure the other women knew about this, and were prepared to respond if Nick had an attack. And she'd call AnnaBeth about the glucophage. She was going to watch over their Nick, she decided. Dinner was as delightful as their hostess had promised and they enjoyed another stroll home in the cool October night. As they passed a drugstore, Lydia pulled them inside, and led them to the hair coloring section. "You know me, I love my punk look, but I feel terribly out of place here." Lydia admitted. "This is southern Utah, sweetheart." Nick pointed out. "It may say Southern Utah University, but it's still cowboy country." Connie grinned teasingly. "Ohhh, cowboy country! Does that mean I get to drag you guys to the bars for some honky-tonkin'?" Lydia started to say "No way!" when Nick answered. "If we stay a third night, sure. But if we spend a third night, Jeanvieve gets her turn. Fair enough?" Nick knew that by making this offer, he had two yay votes immediately. He also knew that both Jeanvieve and Connie understood that Lydia had the overpowering veto. Nick was a bit curious to see if she'd use it. He wasn't surprised when she didn't. Lydia did pout momentarily, though Nick suspected more because she felt it was expected than any real unhappiness with the idea. But she perked up quickly, and put them all to work to find a more appropriate hair color. Nick was amused at how enjoyable such a discussion could be. They finally settled on a red similar to the color she wore the night they made love. It was also decided that the girls would color her hair before breakfast the next day when Nick made it clear he wasn't sleeping with her if she smelt like ammonia. He liked her priorities. When they got back to the Bed & Breakfast, Nick spoke to the proprietress about a third night, then they agreed to call it a night, and that Nick was responsible for making sure everyone was up by 7:00, with coffee provided. Then Lydia shut the connecting door and turned to look at Nick. She walked towards him with a sensual strut, and when she was within reach, she punched him hard in the arm. "I can't believe you'd toss me from your bed for hair dye stink!" He caught her upper arms in his strong hands and pulled her against him, silencing her with a kiss that had her swooning in his grasp. "Ok," she sighed, "you're forgiven." He carried her to the bed and laid her gently down, then bent to kiss her softly this time. "Lydia, I adore you, but sometimes you make it far too easy to get your goat!" She heard the clunk of his shoes hitting the floor, then he was stretched beside her and caressing her face. "There is no way on this sweet earth I'd give up a chance to love you." Then his hand was on the back of her neck and he was kissing her again. This time, she rolled on top of him and kissed back. "Sit up, I want to undress you." She did, and he began to unbutton the peasant blouse she wore. He opened it slowly, admiring her perfect little breasts, then reaching up and running his fingertips over her nipples. "You have the most delightful breasts, Lydia." Lydia sighed happily at his touch. Every once in a while, she was tempted to do something with her minimal bosom. Then she'd meet a man like Nick, who took genuine pleasure in what she had naturally. She knew that Jeanvieve's and Connie's were larger, and she was sure that Nick appreciated them just as much, but it still thrilled her to have him happily caressing her. He slid her blouse off her shoulders and sat up so that he could kiss the bare skin of her neck and shoulders. Slipping her blouse off, he casually tossed it into the upholstered chair in the sitting area. Rolling her back onto the bed, he kissed her lips again, then her chin. She giggled as he nibbled her throat, and sighed as he kissed between her breasts. She began to murmur in pleasure as he began to lick her nipples to full extension. As he mouthed her nipples, his hands were busy at her waist, unbuttoning the two buttons that held her skirt in place, then lifting her bottom off the bed so he could slip it off her. When the skirt was gone, he released her nipple and kissed down her belly, taking a moment to blow teasingly through the patch of hair she maintained on her pubis. Then he was lying between her legs and feasting on the damp flesh before him. She writhed beneath his exquisite assault, his tongue finding the secret spots that drove her mad with desire. Finally, she could take no more and took hold of the short hair at his temples, pulling him away from her ambrosia. "No more, Nick! You have less than one minute to get naked and impale me with that marvelous weapon!" Nick was naked and pressing the tip of his erection against her opening in fifty seconds, five seconds later Lydia was moaning in delight as it slid completely into her. The two lovers easily fell into a comfortable rhythm of passion, augmented by long soft kisses. Their climaxes, though not simultaneous, were spectacular, and Lydia fell asleep content, with her lover spooned against her. Nick woke up a few hours later to find Lydia's hand reaching back between her legs, stroking the tip of his cock as it grew. When it was fully hard, she scooted back and slid onto it silently, perhaps trying to not awaken him. She slowly rode the shaft within her until he reached around with one hand to tweak her nipple as the other hand reached down to massage her clit. Then she slammed her bottom against his groin and twisted with wild abandon on his sword, driving herself to a shattering orgasm before passing out as he filled her again with his seed. When he awoke again, he slid out of bed and showered as silently as he could. He checked that Lydia still slept, then pulled on his jeans and carried the rest of his clothes to the hall, where he dressed after shutting the door behind him. He made his way to the kitchen, and was disappointed to find no coffee ready. He looked at his watch, and remembered the proprietress telling them breakfast was served at 8:30. It was just 6:30 now. Oh well, he was near the university, it was sure to have a coffee shop. He made his way over to the campus, and after politely querying a couple of other very early risers, found the fountain of morning nectar, i.e. "The Coffee Shoppe". He loaded up with eight medium javas, a dozen packets of sugar, twenty canisters of creamer and a half dozen little blue and little pink packets of sweetener. Closing the door to their room, Nick set the coffee on the table by the sitting room chair and prepared one for himself, and his beloved bedmate. Waking her with a very wet kiss, he handed her the cup as she sat up. "Finish your coffee, then go wash your hair. I'll get Connie and Jeanvieve up, and they can do your hair for you before breakfast. By the way, how does Connie take her coffee?" "She takes hers with one and a half packs of sugar, and two of those creamer tubs." He moved to the connecting door balancing the cups. She saw him stop for a second, then enter the room. She wondered why he'd hesitated. The reason he'd hesitated was that instead of the two women in sleepwear demurely cuddled together that he'd unconsciously expected to see, he'd seen two nude bodies sensually entwined, and before he'd been able to retreat, one of those bodies had opened their eyes and offered a smile of greeting. "Good morning, Nick." Connie said softly. He set the Jeanvieve's coffee carefully on the table and then crossed to the bed and kissed Connie good morning as she sat up to accept his offering. "Did you sleep well?" he asked. Connie smiled at her still snoozing companion. "Better than I expected, actually." "I guess I should have knocked," Nick admitted, embarrassed. Connie shrugged, and when she did the sheet slipped off, exposing her delightful torso. "It wouldn't have mattered, one of us would have just told you to come in. Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. I'm not." She took a sip of the coffee and smiled and mouthed "Perfect". "Ummmm, me neither." Jeanvieve stretched slowly and sensually on the bed, then opened her eyes. "Good morning, lovers. Do I smell coffee?" She sat up in the middle of the bed, not bothering to cover up as she took the coffee Nick placed in her hand. "Now, can I have a kiss?" She laughed with pleasure when both Nick and Connie leaned toward her at the same time. "Hold on a sec, Nick, I'll take care of you next." She leaned over and offered Connie a semi-chaste kiss. Connie kissed her right and proper instead, and their kiss lasted longer than either of them expected as Jean reciprocated. "Wow," Jeanvieve breathed when they moved apart. Then she accepted Nick's sweet kiss good morning. Lydia came in as Nick's lips left Jeanvieve's, her hair damp but lying close to her scalp, her bare skin still gleaming from her quick bath.. "Good morning, dears! Did you sleep well?" Then she leaned over and kissed each of the women in the bed and answered herself teasingly, "Looks like it." Connie and Jeanvieve started to blush, but then realized they had nothing to be embarrassed about. "So, how come we're all up already?" Connie asked. "Because stinky head over there wouldn't let me share the bed if we dyed my hair last night." Lydia answered, pointing at Nick. "Oh yeah, that's right. We should punish him for that." With those words, Nick was suddenly dodging three swinging pillows that connected with surprising regularity. But what really surprised him was that both Connie and Jeanvieve could swing accurately with one hand and drink coffee without spilling at the same time. He was finally forced to retreat to the other bedroom, where he fixed a second cup of coffee and then went downstairs to see if there was a newspaper available. "Good morning, Mr. Essex. Did you and your friends sleep well?" The proprietress inquired. "Yes Ma'am, we did, thank you. Is there a newspaper this morning?" "Of course, we have the Salt Lake Tribune or the Deseret News, and you can call me Mrs. Shaunnessy, or Maggie. Will the girls be down for breakfast?" "Yeah, they're up now, coloring Lydia's hair." "Lydia? She was the one with the, umm, spikes? I'm afraid I didn't catch the other girl's names, either." She said this in a slightly accusatory tone. "Are they your daughters?" Nick nodded, "And the rainbow. She said she didn't feel comfortable down here looking quite so, radical. No, they are just friends of mine that decided I needed to come to the Festival. Connie is the brunette, and the tall blond is Jeanvieve." "No, I'm sure she didn't. Cedar City and the campus are reasonably liberal, but it is still surrounded by rural Utah. It was good of you to make reservations for them here, although usually we get a more 'romantic' clientele. So what are your plans today?" "Actually, I'd suspect Lydia was the ringleader when they decided where to stay. I didn't know a thing till yesterday morning." "My goodness. Reservations were made almost a month ago!" Maggie thought to herself; "And he didn't know a thing, and doesn't seem at all concerned that this Lydia has access to his credit cards, or even what their stay is costing him. Maybe I better call the credit card company and make sure the card is still good for these charges." Mrs. Shaunnessy did call the VISA office later that day, and when she explained the charges, was basically told: "If it ain't over five grand, we don't worry about that card." Nick took the paper and went to the parlor to read while Mrs. Shaunnessy prepared breakfast for her guests. The girls came down shortly after 8:00 and split up the section's he'd already read. Nick looked over the top of the paper at Lydia, pleased with her color choice and to see the return of her tiny ringlets. At 8:30, Mrs. Shaunnessy summoned them to a breakfast of bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, hash browns and waffles. And fresh coffee. "What did you ladies have planned for us today?" Nick asked. Lydia admitted, "Besides the play, we didn't really have any plans. What did you do when you were down here before?" "Well, we are near Canyonlands National Park. We could take the drive through it." "Is that what you did last time?" Connie asked, not wanting to do something that might have bored him the first time. "Actually, I was going to join the bus tour, but got there too late, it was all filled. I ended up taking a helicopter tour of the canyons." All three girls looked at him in surprise. "You took a helicopter? Was it fun?" demanded Jeanvieve. Nick nodded. "Yeah, it was a pretty fun time. But if you don't like small planes, helicopters are worse." The girls started to discuss it quietly and Nick sat back and sipped his coffee. Maggie Shaunnessy watched as well, and quickly realized that Mr. Essex was a bystander to his female conspirators. He'd go along with whatever they decided, and likely enjoy every minute of it. Lydia spoke up finally. "Can we do that Nick? Is it expensive?" She blushed when she realized what she'd just asked, and Nick and her friends laughed at her. "We'll have to check. The one I went on only seated four, including the pilot. And even if I was qualified for helicopters, I've never flown the canyons, so I wouldn't try. Mrs. Shaunnessy, do you have a guide to tourist services?" Maggie went and got him the soft cover book, and he began to look through it. "Umm, Nick," Connie interrupted hesitantly. "You say you're not qualified for helicopters. Does that mean you ARE qualified for other aircraft?" "Ummhmm," he answered, still looking over the ads for helicopter tours. "My brother, my nephew and I all qualified and soloed our single engine light aircraft certificates in December. We're working on multi-engine turboprops now. But my Cessna should be here a week from Saturday." Lydia put her hand in the middle of the page he was looking at, forcing him to look up. "And just when were you planning on letting us know you were a pilot, and apparently a pilot with his own plane." Nick was smart enough to know he might be in trouble here. "Umm, probably when I asked you to fly somewhere with me." He knew it was coming, he knew they were a bit ticked at him, but still, it hurt when they all three slugged him in the arm. He rubbed it and went back to the ads, then pulled out his cell and made a few calls. "Ok, this guy uses a six passenger chopper, so we could all sit together. He'll give us up to two and a half hours flight time, which is a very leisurely tour of the canyons. We'll need to bring our own refreshments, though. You ladies game?" After some discussion, they decided they were indeed, game. Nick called back and made reservations for noon, then decided they needed a camera, and a cooler, and some drinks for the flight. And maybe some Dramamine. They went upstairs to gather their stuff, and in the car Nick took shotgun. He took out the book he'd borrowed from Mrs. Shaunnessy and opened it to the map. First, he guided Lydia to the Army/Navy surplus store. "Forgot to get a hat before we left." He quickly found what he wanted, a soft camo hat with a wide brim that snapped up on the sides and a drawstring chinstrap. After some discussion, the girls decided to forgo hats for good sunblock. Their next stop was the Circuit City store. Nick went straight to the digital cameras and spoke at length to the salesman. The camera he bought looked very much like an excellent professional camera. He also bought two 256 MB memory cards and 3 eight paks of alkaline batteries. Gathering his ladies around him, they left the store and made their last stop at the grocery. A styrofoam cooler, a six pack of pop and six bottles of water, a couple of bags of ice, some spf 30, candy to snack on, and a box of Dramamine finished their shopping. As Nick gave directions, Lydia drove them to the Cedar City airport, and to the private hangar of the tour guide they wanted. The pilot shook Nick's hand and complimented him on his lovely daughters. Nick was going to let the comment slide when Jeanvieve got a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Yes, Dad, thanks for taking us in the helicopter!" Making sure they were profile to the pilot, she kissed him, making it plain to the pilot that she was using a great deal of tongue with her 'daddy'. By the time Lydia and Connie had finished, Nick was flushed and thanking the goddess he was wearing a pair of jeans with plenty of room. And wondering if the pilot was going to be able to sit down anytime soon. "I shouldn't have done that, but I get sick of people assuming I'm with you because you're my father. I'm with you because I love spending time with you, and I love making love with you. I'd guess Lydia and Connie feel the same way. You're our Nick, not our dad. Now, give us one of your sweet "I adore you" kisses, and we can go see the canyons." Nick did give each of his lovers a slow, gentle kiss. "You are forgiven, but I think it's going to be a long flight for the pilot." The girls were unrepentant. "Maybe he won't make stupid assumptions next time," was what Connie had to say. The flight was a blast. Nick got lots of very good pictures, unlike his last trip, and the girls decided they liked flying this way. And when they landed, Nick talked the pilot into taking a picture of the four of them beside his helicopter. And the girls were forgiven for teasing him when they each gave him a chaste 'thank you' kiss. Nick thought about dinner, and told Lydia to drive to the campus bookstore. He went in while the girls waited curiously. In the arts section he found what he wanted, and bought four of them. Then he went out to the car, and held the bag closed between his legs, refusing to share his purchases. The four of them sat on the porch of the B & B, discussing the helicopter flight. They all admitted that although they'd had fun, they'd been nervous when the craft would seem to jump and dip without warning. Nick told them it was the same feeling he got on a roller coaster, nervous but pumped up. But they all agreed they'd do it again in a second. Then it was time to get ready for the evening. The women took their showers and baths first. Nick could hear them laughing in the second bedroom as they worked magic upon each other, making hair and make-up perfect, and discussing the clothing they'd brought for this evening. Nick had no idea what any of them were wearing, but he figured it was probably something quite dressy, considering which of his suits Lydia had packed. He also expected to be the envy of every man they passed tonight. Maybe even the ladies. He checked the time, and hurried downstairs to talk to Mrs. Shaunnessy. She gave him directions to a nearby flower shop, and even lent him her car. When the ladies came downstairs, Nick was waiting for them in a dark gray pinstripe suit and tie and his hands behind his back. Jeanvieve came first, dressed in a pale blue blouse that discreetly accented her bosom, and a glimmering sapphire blue skirt that fell to just above her knees. The hosiery and sandals she wore highlighted her lovely legs. She'd crimped her long blond locks, and let them frame her face. She wore a pair of simple gold earrings with dancing girl charms. He held out one hand to her and when she stepped in to his grasp, he kissed her and laid a red and a white rose across her arms. Connie was the next down the stairs. She wore an embroidered white on white western style dress, with a slight v top that showed the upper curve of her breasts. He couldn't see if she wore hose, because her dress swirled around her ankles as she walked. But he did note the toes and heel of her boots. Her hair was loosely curled, and mother of pearl barrettes pinned it behind her ears. She wore silver and crystal drop earrings. When she let him embrace her for her kiss, he laid another pair of white and red roses in her arms. Lydia came down last. Her hair was still in ringlets tight against her head. She wore chandelier earrings with multi-hued stones. Her blouse was a tight Lycra pixie tank in various hues of red and gold that showed off her tiny, obviously bra-less breasts. Her black skirt was ruffled silk that ended at mid thigh and her three-inch heels stretched her legs enticingly. When he kissed her, he laid the white and red rose in her arms, with an additional purple one. "My beloved Ladies, the white and red roses indicate we are united. Lydia received the third rose, because, when I first saw her, she took my breath away and allows me to catch it only occasionally." Again hand in hand, they made their way to the large warehouse type building that the "King's Feaste" was held in. Tucked under his arm was the sack from his earlier shopping jaunt. The tables were three quarters full, but they had no problem finding an empty one. Nick sat at the head, with Connie and Jeanvieve to his right and left, and Lydia beside Connie. A pair of college students dressed as serving wenches approached and tucked an oversized napkin under Nick's chin, then draped them in the laps of his three companions. As one filled the pewter mugs before them with apple juice, another brought a plate of fruits and cheese squares. Connie looked on amused as the girls fawned over Nick, asking his name and then addressing him as Sir Nick. But she also noticed something was missing from the table. There were large metal platters set before each of them, but no silverware. "Excuse me, but we seem to be missing utensils." She didn't see the grin on Nick's face as the serving girl replied, "Here you are, dear," and set the knife that had been hidden at the top of the platter on her plate. When Connie looked at Nick, he merely smiled and picked up a small handful of fruit and cheese and set it on his plate. Jeanvieve and Lydia followed suit, and Connie finally did so as well. Lydia looked at Nick with a grin and held up a grape, making a small throwing motion. Nick opened his mouth, and Lydia easily plopped the grape between his lips. He made a show of chewing it like it was the finest he'd eaten. Soon they were laughing and having fun, as the girls took turns feeding him and he returned the favor. Then the show started. The story involved a young apprentice guardsman required to show his skills before the King to win a place in the King's Guard. The twist was that only the guardsman's mentor knew he was really a woman. As the woman displayed her skill with the bow, salad was served. The salad was a small bed of greens dressed in a raspberry vinaigrette. And no salad fork. The girls looked around, then glanced at Nick. Using his fingers, he casually picked up a small amount of the greens and popped it in his mouth, and wiped his fingers on the napkin under his chin. The girls looked at him, the salads, then at their finery and frowned. Nick grinned , bent down and handed out the painter's smocks he'd purchased earlier. Laughing out loud, the ladies quickly slipped them on and zipped them closed, then followed his lead with the salad. The show continued. When the main course, a Cornish hen stuffed with rice, was served, the King announced that His Queen, a French import, had a new toy, called a fork. If one wanted one, simply ask your server. Jeanvieve summoned their server, and made her request. But when the server offered it, Nick confiscated it. "No, Jeanvieve, thou may not have this foreign instrument." Lydia, Connie and Jeanvieve looked at him in surprise, as did the serving girl. "Why not?" Jeanvieve demanded. "You did not ask your Lord and Master's permission. Lydia, what punishment should be inflicted on Jeanvieve?" Lydia grinned as she realized the game. "My Lord, Jeanvieve should be spanked." Nick nodded sagely. "And what thinkest thou, Connie?" Connie piped up. "My Lord, Jeanvieve should be sent from thy bed for a week." The servant girl blushed at this, wondering if the four were playing around, or if the second punishment might indeed be a punishment. "And who should take her place?" "M'Lord, Lydia and I can keep you entertained while our sister is absent." "I'll think about it. Mayhap I will have your sisters spank you, Jeanvieve." He turned to the now furiously blushing college student. "Please give Lydia and Connie forks, and I will take one as well." The girl did so, watching him with amusement and interest before going to her next table. Jeanvieve looked outraged as her girlfriends began to daintily tear apart their birds with knife and fork. She glared at Nick, and watched as he used the knife to remove the leg, then dig into the stuffing. He carefully slid the knifepoint between his lips, then chewed the rice mix he pulled from the blade. When he saw he had her attention, he handed her the fork he'd seized. "You're still going to get a spanking, though." She looked at him, then at her two friends, and licked her lips at the possibilities. Dinner was deliciously fun, and the show ended happily, with the young guardswoman winning her position, and the captain's heart. The girls slipped their smocks off as Nick went to find their serving wench. "You were a good sport while we were tweaking Jeanvieve. Split this amongst the crew," he handed her a c-note, "This is for you." He placed a heavy golden coin in her palm. She looked down at the coin. Above the woman on the top it said "Liberty", and when she turned it over, it read "United States of America" and had an eagle landing at it's nest. "Sir? This is real gold!" "I know, so when you sell it, make sure you check gold prices first. Today it was worth four hundred." He laughed and kissed her cheek before turning to go. She closed her hand firmly over the coin, then reconsidered. She slipped the c-note in her pocket, then hurried to show her friends the coin. "We saw you kiss her. She's cute, but we don't want to share you with anyone else." Connie stood before him with her hands on her hips. Nick laughed and gathered his sweet ladies together. "Ok, it's 7:15. Time for you to lead us to our theater, Lydia." "Oh, haven't you figured out which one?" She teased. "I looked at the schedule, but I have no idea which one you picked. Lead on Mac Duff!" She led them to the "H.M.S Pinafore". They had a blast, laughing their heads off and cheering loudly as the cast came out for their final bow. They were home shortly before 11, and Nick kissed Lydia and Jeanvieve goodnight before leading Connie to his bedroom. Nick opened his arms to Connie, and she dashed to embrace him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately as he held her tight. "Nick, that day in the pool was exciting. Yesterday in the car was good sex. But tonight, I want to be your lover, all night long." He led her to the bed, still holding her tightly. "Sweet Connie, anytime you choose, I would be honored to have you as my lover. Tonight is but the first." As she stood by the bed, he unbuttoned her dress to the waist, and then slid the sleeves off her shoulders. The dress slid gracefully off her, revealing matching white lace bra and panties. He was amused to also see the tops of white boys crew socks sticking out of her cowboy boots. She followed his glance and shrugged. "Sometimes the tops rub on my legs. A long skirt hides many sins." She smiled at him, and he admitted that yesterday's drive proved that. "Sit down on the bed, and I'll see if I can get them off." It was actually easy, except her sock came off in the first boot. The second one slipped off easily, and he teasingly stripped the white cotton from her other foot. "Lydia says it's fun to undress you wearing lingerie. She says you like to admire your lover. I'd guess she's right." Connie slipped the coat of his suit off and tossed it on the sitting room chair, covering her dress. Then she untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off him. "I remember the first time I saw you in the gym. You have improved a great deal, Nick." She kissed his shoulders and then ran her tongue lightly across one nipple, watching it react strongly. "I like a sensitive man," she admitted. Then she reached down and took hold of his belt, loosening it with a tug before slipping her hand in his waistband before unbuttoning his pants. She slowly knelt before him, drawing his slacks down as she moved. When she lifted his foot to slide the leg off, she was vexed to find him still wearing shoes. "How did Lydia know you were shoeless yesterday?" "I never wear shoes at home. Wintertime, I go stocking footed, summertime, barefoot." "How come you have shoes on now?" She asked as she untied the one she held and slipped it off, followed quickly by his sock. "I had other things on my mind when I came in here. First and foremost kissing you." "I guess I will have to forgive you, then. Other leg, please." Then he stood before her, his black briefs hiding what looked to her an interesting bulge. She decided to investigate and tugged the briefs down, pleased with the cause of said bulge. Not particularly long or thick, but she knew it worked very nicely. She wondered if it would taste as good as it had in the car. There was only way to find out. She carefully slid her lips over his instrument, taking it in with little difficulty. Yep, delicious and perfect for this. Nick's hands settled lightly on her head, caressing her hair as she pleasured him orally. Nick slid his cock out of her lips gently, then leaned down to help her to her feet. When she was standing before him, he reached around her and unhooked her strapless bra, then tossed it on top of the chair. Then he laid her back on the bed and knelt beside her. He took hold of the waistband of her panties and drew them off her hips and down her legs. She was completely hairless. Then he began to caress the insides of her legs from ankle to knee, then higher as she spread them apart. When she was amply spread, he kissed up legs, alternating legs until he was kissing the very tops of her thighs and she was breathing quickly. Then he ran his tongue along the puffy outer lips, then took a long and deep stroke with his tongue, spreading her open and ending with hard pressure upon her clit. He continued to caress her sex, sometimes pressing his tongue inside her, other times sucking the little nubbin of hypersensitive nerves. He brought her to orgasm twice with his mouth before kissing up her body. As he began to minister to her breasts, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her well-lubricated opening. Connie wrapped her legs around him, and as he bit her gently, pulled him into her. Their bodies moved hesitantly for a moment, then found a mutually pleasing rhythm. And as they coupled for pleasure, his mouth on hers made them lovers. And lovers they became twice more before sleep finally erased the night. Nick again awoke first, and made the coffee run. But this morning, he didn't wake anyone else up. He sat at the table in the bedroom and read the paper, sipping coffee and often looking at the sleeping beauty in the bed. Connie was hugging her pillow tight, the sheet had pulled down slightly, letting him admire her naked shoulders and most of her back. He decided the first chance he got, he was going to give some massages. He'd made love to all three women, but the thought of spending an hour or two just letting his fingers caress them was heavenly. He looked at the clock beside the bed. Almost 8:00. He was going to have to wake the ladies after all. He moved to the connecting door and knocked softly. The door opened and he couldn't decide if he was disappointed or relieved when Lydia answered, dressed for the day. The kiss she gave him made him glad she was here, though. Then she spied the coffee cups and slid past him into the second bedroom. After fixing coffee for all the girls, and summoning Jeanvieve, all three of them climbed on the bed and woke Connie with caressing lips. Connie stretched and turned over, opening her eyes slowly and smiling at them somewhat shyly. The shyness disappeared when first Nick, then Lydia and Jeanvieve kissed her lovingly on her soft lips. "Wake up, sleepyhead." Lydia teased her as she moved the open coffee cup under her nose. Connie sat up and took the java thankfully. Half an hour later, they sat at the dining room table, enjoying pancakes, scrambled eggs with cheese and sausage links along with fresh hot coffee. "So what are the plans for today, sweet Nicolas?" Jean asked. Before answering, Nick turned to Maggie. "Mrs. Shaunnessy, could I ask a large favor of you?" "Certainly, Mr. Essex." "Would you be able to launder some things for us?" "I would imagine so. What did you need laundered?" Nick explained about Connie's desire to take them out dancing that night. But the only one with clothing that would have been appropriate for the honky-tonks was Connie. Nick had decided they would go shopping, and if Mrs. Shaunnessy could get the new clothing laundered, they would still be able to go do a little more sight seeing during the day. Since this was the first the girls had heard about a shopping trip, they tried to raise objections. Nick simply ignored their protests, and Mrs. Shaunnessy agreed to have anything they brought back ready for the evening. After looking in the yellow pages, Nick had the addresses of a couple of stores that specialized in western wear, and again played navigator to Lydia's pilot. The girls quickly found skirts and blouses they liked, but Lydia and Jeanvieve decided not to risk new boots for the evening. Nick demanded Connie buy a new outfit for her even when she argued the dress she'd worn the night before was perfectly fine. Then the women went to work on Nick. They found a nice western style shirt first, then bought a string tie to go with it. Then they sat back and made him try on jeans. The first ones he tried on were soundly rejected. Gradually, the jeans got tighter and tighter, until Nick was getting uncomfortable. He knew he was looking a lot better than he used to, but he thought this was getting ridiculous. Then the ladies demanded that he face away from them as they made admiring comments on his ass. But what really decided their choice was when they found they could bounce pennies of the seat of the last pair. Nick just hoped they didn't shrink when Mrs. Shaunnessy washed them. Then Lydia pulled his camera out of her bag and took a couple of pictures of his posterior. When they showed him the pictures, he had to admit that for a man's butt, it didn't look bad. But if he had to wear these jeans for them, he expected to see similar jeans on them when they got back to Salt Lake. He also decided to wait on the boots. Breaking them in on the dance floor wasn't the best way to get used to them. "What now?" Connie asked when they'd turned their new clothing over to their landlady. "How about a hike? We could drive to one of the trailheads and hike to the overlook and back. Maybe do a couple of trails if we wanted too. Take a picnic lunch, maybe some sandwiches from Subway in the cooler." His three companions decided that this sounded like a fine idea. Everyone had packed comfortable walking shoes, because the girls had actually expected to do some walking the day before, until Nick offered the helicopter idea. The girls went up to change shoes, and Nick went up to collect his inhalers and cell. He was taking his pill when Lydia came up behind him. "What do you take those for, Nick?" He held up the pill bottle. "This? It's for my diabetes." "Diabetes? I thought you did injections for that?" "Type I, or juvenile diabetes, you often do. That's because your body doesn't produce insulin, so you have to inject it every so often. I have what they call 'adult onset' or type II diabetes. My body makes the insulin, but the cells won't absorb it properly. This helps the insulin absorb like it's supposed to be." "Let's be honest though, Nick. You don't eat like a diabetic." "I know, but since I met you I've been doing a lot better. In fact, I think the doc will be pleased with the results when I see him next month. Shall we go?" He led her downstairs to where Connie and Jean waited. First stop was the Subway down the road. As they got out, Nick noticed the sporting good store across the road. "Order me a sandwich with lots of meat, and just a little mustard," he asked of Lydia. "I'll be back before the sandwiches are done." He jogged across the road and entered the store, quickly catching the sales clerk. "I need a good day pack, something with pockets for two bottles of water, and a pair of grommets for two more. Also a good all- purpose first aid kit." Within minutes he had exactly what he wanted, and was jogging over to the gas station convenience store. Ahh, good, they still had some of the Evian bottles with the loop tops. He bought two of those, and two liters of Aquafina, two bags of ice, and half dozen packages of trail mix. "Oh, give me a plenti-pak of gum, too." He stuck the gum in his jacket pocket, tucked the liters in the pockets on each side of the backpack, and hooked the Evian to the grommets hanging at the bottom of the pack, then tossed the trail mix in to the main chamber with the first aid kit. Putting the pack on was a bit awkward, but he soon had it comfortable and he strolled back to Lydia's car. The girls looked at him curiously. "First, better safe then sorry. Now, I'll be the first to admit, if I'm alone, I take stupid risks. After all, I only endanger me. However, today, I have three women I adore with me. I'm certainly not taking risks with your safety. If we have an accident, we have our cell phones. But it still may take time for help to arrive. So, we have water, a first aid kit, and some grub just in case." The ladies just shook their heads and hopped in the car. The day was uneventful until they arrived at the first overlook. Nick led them to the bench that awaited weary travelers. "I've been thinking about Jeanvieve's punishment." Jeanvieve looked at him in surprise, having put the incident at the Feast out of her mind. Lydia and Connie grinned when he reminded them of the same incident. "Banning Jeanvieve from her Lord's bed doesn't seem like a very wise punishment. Yes, it cause's her unhappiness, but it seems to me it punishes her Lord as much as it does Jeanvieve. I think a good spanking would be most effective." "What? You can't... Nick, you wouldn't! Oh please, you're not serious!" "Quite serious. The question though is where and when such punishment will be applied. I will let you choose: Here, before the Goddess, overlooking one of her great achievements. In my bedroom tonight. Or after we return to Salt Lake, at a time and day to be decided after our return. Be aware, though I will hold you, Jeanvieve, your sisters in adoration will apply the actual spanking. Or do you choose to not play along?" Jeanvieve thought about it for a while. She hadn't thought that corporal punishment was a turn on for her. But she realized the thought of being held and helpless while someone paddled her was making her pussy itch. "Can I make a couple of rules, m'Lord? I realize if these rules are acceptable, that we will most likely need to wait until we are home in Salt Lake." "I'm listening." "First, all participants must be nude." Nick looked at Lydia and Connie for any negative reaction. He was kind of surprised to see none. "Agreed." "As the holder, you have to hold me as I request, as long as it doesn't interfere with the punishment." "Agreed." "While I am being punished, the punishers must accept any touches I apply to them that do not interfere with the punishment." He again looked at the other two women. They looked intrigued, and nodded agreement. "Such touches may not be painful. Otherwise, agreed." "Then I will accept my punishment at my sisters' convenience." She stood up, then leaned down to kiss Nick, Lydia and Connie. Then she laughed and started skipping down the trail back to the car. The other three watched for a minute then gave gleeful chase. They made two more hikes, and Nick got lots of pictures of the canyon, and his sweet ladies with the canyon in the background. They were back at the B & B by 6, and after showering and dressing in their new finery, made their way to the only tavern that offered food, dancing and a live band. The food was good, Nick and Lydia both had a very large burger, Connie had a salad with a big pile of broiled chicken on top, and Jeanvieve had a small steak. The four shared a huge plate of home fries and another of onion rings, all washed down with draft beers. Then Connie had them all up and dancing. The crowd was pretty good for a mid-week night, and the two who weren't dancing with Nick easily found another partner to occupy them. Nick found himself dancing with several partners besides his ladies as well, and Connie got her chance to instruct them all in some line-dancing. All in all, it was great fun. They got back about midnight, and after goodnight kisses all around, Jeanvieve and Nick shut the connecting door. Nick had barely turned from the door when a naked Jeanvieve was tearing at his belt and the buttons on his fly. "Oh god, Nick, you have no idea how hard the last two nights have been on me! Knowing that Lydia and Connie had you, how bad I wanted to be them, or with the both of you!" Her words ended abruptly as she filled her mouth with his cock, sucking it strongly as her tongue lashed around his shaft. Nick groaned at her assault, knowing from past experience she wouldn't let him last long. Jeanvieve was the first woman he'd met who looked at fellatio as a treat for herself, not a prelude to intercourse, or part of mutual pleasure. Jeanvieve truly loved the feel of a cock in her mouth, and delighted in the sensation of her lover's climax. When he was about to explode, Nick caressed her cheek. At this signal, she locked her lips around the tip of his cock and stroked him to climax. When she'd drained his initial orgasm, he could feel her swirling it around in her mouth, her lips still holding him trapped as she mixed it with her saliva, then swallowed happily. Jeanvieve released him and stood to press herself against him. His arms closed around her, one hand stroking her spine gently as the other massaged her glorious bottom. He kissed her, his lips parting for her tongue to explore him. He could taste himself in the kiss, but knew the fact that he would kiss her after her act aroused her immensely. "Get undressed, I want to suck you again. But this time, you can eat me too." Nick quickly undressed and sprawled back on the bed. Jean crawled on top of him, pressing her groin against his lips as she again engulfed him. The second time was much more relaxed as she let him pleasure her nether lips. His tongue swept across her sex, licking up much of the moisture that had seeped out. Then he slid his forefinger into her, twisting it around as she grunted and thrust against it. When it was completely soaked with her lubricant, he began to lick and tease her clit as he slid the slippery digit into her tight pink ass. She was soon climaxing as his mouth and tongue tortured her clit and his finger rubbed inside her bottom. "Enough, Nick. Time to put this lovely cock to even better use." She lifted off his face and slid off his finger, then turned to face him. She took his cock in her hand and sank down on it, easily engulfing it in her very wet pussy. After half dozen strokes, she lifted off him and pressed the tip against her little bud. She leaned back, giving him a nice view of her semi-parted lips and his cock head pressing against her. Then his cock was disappearing into the tight warmth of her anal cavity. She began to rise up and down, fucking her ass on his lovely cock. She remained leaning back, giving him access to her vagina. He slid two fingers inside her, and quickly found her g spot. He caressed the inside of her sex, then began to rub her clit with his thumb. Jeanvieve groaned and clenched her pussy around his probing fingers, still riding the invader up her bottom. It wasn't long before her vagina was spasming around his fingers, and her juices were running out of her and coating the hand between her legs. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she breathed as each spasm raced up her spine. Then she was pulling his fingers out of herself and bouncing wildly on his cock. She pushed his hand to his mouth, staring hungrily as he licked her pussy juices off. Then she was sitting on his pubic hair, grunting and rubbing back and forth as she felt his cock throbbing inside her, feeling each splash of his semen against her rectum. He lifted his knees behind her, keeping her from falling backward, and snapping his erection off. Instead, when she swooned, she fell into his comfortable arms. She lay there for a while, letting mini tremors run through her system, then orgasming again as he finally slipped out of her. "Oh god Nick. I love doing you with my ass!" When she looked up, he leaned down and kissed her passionately. "I love watching you make love to me." Jeanvieve grinned shyly, then stretched out on him, loving the way he held her close, the feeling of skin against skin from her breasts to her toes. They lay that way for most of the night, for a while with his cock in her vagina as they made love again, but mostly just comfortably entwined. During a quiet interlude, Nick spoke softly to her. "Did you enjoy your nights with Lydia and Connie?" "Ummhmm. I was surprised Connie was as accepting as she was. She let me touch her first, and reciprocated easily. She's a delightful lover." "I should have knocked, let you cover up a little." Jeanvieve laughed softly. "I wish we'd had more time after you came in. I'd have invited you to watch, and maybe join in." Nick chuckled, and the little twitch against her leg let her know the idea had definite merits. "And Lydia?" If there'd been more light, he could have seen her blush. As it was, he felt the skin against his chest warm slightly. "Lydia and I... Well, we've been lovers before. Not very often, but a few times when we needed something special and didn't have a partner to help. The first time was after Lydia broke up with a guy she'd been seeing regularly. After that, it was easy when we both had the need." "And did you ask either of them about your wish?" "I did. They both like the idea of a threesome with you and me. Actually, Lydia mentioned a foursome. I admit, I'd never thought to take it that far, but I like the idea." Jeanvieve then showed Nick just how much the idea appealed to her.