2 December 2019

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Gamma on the freaking moon

Julia here. Our resorts are doing amazingly well. We had Gamma resorts open on five islands now and they were perpetually sold out. We were expanding all five, but also looking for more places to buy. The South Carolina islands were perfect, but something about entering from the US worried us, so that was in the future.

Of course, the cruises were the huge success we expected. Our Space Gamma had recently opened to huge success.

I was talking to Bob recently about expansion and he made the most outrageous suggestion. Outrageous for Bob is pretty special. We have a Gamma in space and his suggestion was still outrageous.

He suggested we build a small Gamma on the moon. Yes, you read that right. On the moon. As he put it, it would be for the elite of the elite and be incredibly expensive. He pointed out it wasn't that expensive for us to build and support, and that Hayden would really benefit. He's sketched it out. Each pod could hold four apartments of about 1,500 square feet. With moveable walls, we could have a lot of configurations. We all liked moveable walls. Lawrence had developed connecting modules that let you build a village and Bob suggested we use three or four units to build restaurants, entertainment, gyms, etc. He'd leave the details to me, but suggested I reach out to Lawrence.

He was so excited about it, and I admit I was too. It was so incredibly stupid and would be the most successful Gamma yet.

On the freaking moon.

Gabe was running me over to Vino tomorrow. I hadn't been in too long and Gamma Vino was doing incredibly well. I needed to be there anyway, so two birds, so to speak. Kasen had done an incredible job driving everything, from the resort, to the entire village. He was the Managing Director of the resort, but the community had elected him Governor of Vino too.

Quite a shift for the beach bum. Oh, we teased him, but he took it really well. He was a lot of fun too.

A lot of fun. Jesse was coming with us, and so was Carlina, so it was going to be a good time. It was the first time Carlina had been to Gamma Vino since, you know, turning 9.

First Gamma Vino

Julia again. We got in this morning and I toured the resort. It was all just for show because I knew it would be perfect. Surround yourself with A+ players. That's my motto.

OK, I don't really have a motto, but it is true. Eleanor, Alison, Jesse, Kasen. They're all superstars. Jesse hates it when I say that, but it is true.

I can't forget Luca. Luca runs all the casinos globally.

We were on our way to meet with Lawrence now. The whole crew went, meaning Jesse, Gabe, and Carlina. One thing about Dionysus, bringing your 15-year-old son and his 9-year-old wife wasn't even weird. The fact that they had celebrated their second wedding anniversary...

Lawrence had us meet him in a small theater.

"We understand exactly what you're looking for, or at least think we do," said Lawrence. "We put these computer mockups together to show you what this could look like. It's a variation of your space Gamma, but bigger."

Bigger. Bob said small. I don't think this was going to be small.

He walked us through an incredibly realistic simulation. We saw the living units, and he showed us models with four apartments, two apartments, and a middle ground with one large and two smaller, for three. All were the same design, just with the moveable walls in different positions. We saw the corridor units, the restaurant, various entertainment pods, and the gym. Every single one had a glass ceiling, which was incredible. He showed how the resort could expand, starting small, and growing with additional apartments and more common areas. Finally, he brought up a slide with costs. It was fairly staggering, but I'd sent him my financial analysis and when you include his costs, which I had, into my projections, the profitability was incredible.

It ain't cheap to visit the moon, folks. I know it was focused on the ultrawealthy, but my model included two families per trip from our residents, through a lottery, at no cost to them. Given they were weeklong stays, that got over a hundred families to the moon a year. Given the size of our communities, that's not many, but I wanted to do something.

"When?" I asked.

"That's your only question?" asked Lawrence. I just nodded.

"We have a number of modules built, but not fitted out, meaning they're just shells. We can fit them out in a few weeks and have four C-80s that we could dedicate. If you say go, we should have it habitable in 45 days and complete in 60," he said.

Wow. Two months and we'll have our moon resort. Just a few years out from my being a maid at a crappy hotel in Florida and I'm about to do this.

"Go," I said. Lawrence smiled a huge smile.

"Too freaking cool," he said. With that, we went to lunch.

Then we all celebrated. Lawrence enjoyed Carlina. We all enjoy Carlina.

Did I mention we went back to Gamma to celebrate?

Carlina was pretty excited. As in blew Kasen on the ride over. That wouldn't have been that exceptional, given, you know, us, except he was driving at the time. He handled it well.

I appreciated she kissed it all to me. I have the sweetest daughter-in-law. Who just kissed me a load of cum from a man other than my husband. While my husband watched.

Grinning.

We were going to spend the afternoon, have dinner, and spend the night. Really try out the place. We'd all signed up for available rooms meaning if someone had an empty bedroom, they could open it up. We ended up with three beds in three different cottages, so we had to decide how to split up. Jesse and Lawrence decided to share.

I'd pay money to watch that. Kasen ended up with Carlina and I ended up with my baby Gabe.

I'm good with that.

For the afternoon, we hung out by the pool. We did get lathered up a lot. Lathering up is kind of fun.

We were spread out on some lounges, people watching and chatting. Occasionally people would come up, usually recognizing one or more of us. The more adventuresome suggested something. It was fun because there were a lot of cross-age propositions. I was one. Two young kids walked up, holding hands. We all watched, enthralled. They were clearly siblings, and we would find out twins. They were 10 years old. Fucking adorable. They were both right at 5'0", skinny, but fit. He had a small 3-inch (8 cm) cock, but it was soft. That took concentration. She had nipple bumps with huge nipples. Suckable puffy nipples. The both had dark brown hair and just a few hairs down below.

Adorable. They were very polite and introduced themselves. I assumed their interest was Gabe and Carlina. I was wrong. The walked over to me.

"Miss Julia we would be very interested in sharing our skills with you," said the young woman. The young boy was smiling and clearly scoping me out.

Then he got hard. He just kept growing and growing. He had easily an 8-inch (20 cm) cock.

"I am at your command," I replied. We did introductions and they were visiting from Madrid and attended our school there. They were Pilar and Josef.

And command they did. We started with Pilar going down on me, as I lay on the lounge. Josef threw a leg over me and straddled my breasts. He used both hands on my nipples while offering me his cock.

"I have not yet cum today," he said, in his sexy Spanish accent. "This cum will be for your breasts." With that, he dropped down a little and slid his cock between my breasts. D cups, remember? His cock was wet with saliva and slid back and forth nicely. On each upstroke, about an inch went right into my mouth.

This worked great until I just about bucked him off. Pilar's oral skills are powerful. It seemed that the rodeo ride had an effect because Josef just erupted. He pulled back a little and the load covered not only my breasts, but my neck and entire face.

It was a lot of cum.

"Cleanup!" yelled Carlina.

Which is how I ended up with my tiny daughter-in-law laying on top of me, licking my face clean and kissing it all to me. Her little nipples and my big D cups were still covered now. Once she got everything she could reach, she rolled next to me.

And Pilar and Josef dove right in. Pilar was really working Carlina, licking her nipples and just hammering her with two fingers. On each stroke, her thumb rode over Carlina's clit.

That wasn't Josef's goal though. He got into position and slipped his newly hard cock right in.

It felt incredible. His second load was easily as big as his first and he emptied right in me.

"Cleanup!" yelled Gabe.

Which is how my little Gabe ended up taking me over again and again.

Good God he and Carlina must have one hell of a sex life.

Admittedly the rest of the afternoon is a bit of a blur, but most of the men in the vicinity were worn out.

I ended up on the lounge, lying next to just Carlina. We chatted for a while but were both beat. She took my hand and we both promptly fell asleep.

What a life.

To the moon!

Julia again! The time flew by and today was the day. We'd had a few people staying in the resort while it was being completed, but it was done. Oh, we'd all been up. Jesse and I had the most romantic trip. Something about making love with the view of the Earth from the moon was incredible.

Instead of having a Managing Director, we decided to have rotating hosts. Each week, one of our senior team members from any of our resorts would go on the trip to be the host. Sometimes we'd have special guest hosts. They'd have an apartment, so could take friends, family, or lovers with them. OK, that's usually the same thing for us, but you get the idea. Somehow I suspected Bob was going to host a lot. Unlike underwater, Amy seemed to love the moon.

Yes, I used the words Amy seemed to love the moon.

I'll turn the pen over to our host for week one.

Sex on the moon

Beats sex on the beach any day. Nan here. Yes, officially I am the host for the week, but I brought my mom, dad, and brother with me. Family time on the moon. What a crazy sentence to type. Our module was huge, so we brought Kevin and Gina with us too. That actually left room for two more. I'd gotten really close to my collaborators. You know, Ty, Natalie, Luca, and Tegan. I couldn't bring them all, and Luca couldn't come anyway. That left me to pick two of three. Rough. I'd thought about a girl's trip, which left Ty out, but Ty was a ton of fun. Yes, I finally meant in that way. If I didn't, I was limited to Cerni, which was fine, at least in our suite.

Mom finally suggested I just invite all three. We could use the jump seat in the plane, and they could share a bed with me.

Well that seemed OK. I made sure the systems could handle an extra body and Lawrence had actually laughed. Apparently more carbon dioxide was good and the whole system would be the most efficient if we packed it wall to wall with people. I didn't think we'd do that. It would be fun though.

So, we were set.

There were 43 guests on this trip. The two local families on the trip seemed like they'd be fun. The first family seemed good at winning contests, since they'd won a past contest with Leslie. They were Halsten and Kia, and their kids Frederik, Gilen, and Bjorne. Boy, girl, boy. 15, 14, 13. Heck I'd read that entry and was pretty confident they'd be fun. The other family was from Oceanus, the island off Jakarta. The parents were Amhad and Amirah. From their profile they seemed like a lot of fun too. Sexy too. They had two kids, a 9-year-old boy named Aqif and a 7-year-old girl named Nuha. The family had done a really nice job on their profile on the country website, including some pretty graphic pictures, so I knew I was going to enjoy them. Aqif looked perfect for me. You know. Perfect.

Geez. That left 34 more people. I am not going to try to describe them all. I'll tell a few stories as the week goes on, which will bring a few of them in. Heck, that's not even including the staff. The staff rotated through two month assignments. They actually would come from the resorts and there was a lottery to work on the moon too. It was really popular. The staff quarters were smaller, but I liked Bob's suggestion. There were moveable walls, so everyone could have a reasonably sized private room -- think mid-price hotel -- or they could open them up in whatever groupings they wanted. It gave them bigger rooms but less privacy. There were 24 staff members and they shared one of the modules. I went into the area when we arrived and to my absolute lack of surprise, there wasn't a single wall. Yep, all 24 sharing a big room. You can imagine what went on there after shifts. I didn't have to imagine. Cerni and I were planning on visiting. I know, I'm not 9 years old, but of the 24 staff members, 11 were under 18. How handy was that!

Yes, 11 people under 18 were working on the moon for two months. How can that surprise you?

Right now, we were boarding our plane. We had a special C-80 with a passenger module and it worked with a traditional jetway. Seriously. It was kind of cool. We had a terminal now, on Vino. We shuttled everyone to Vino, and they spent the night at our new day resort that we used for the cruises. Yes, there was a day resort on Vino now too. OK, not quite a day resort because it had rooms, but you get the point. It was all perfectly timed so that we could have the resort for a night that slotted between cruise ships. My family and friends had come in early and stayed at Bob's guest house. We were a tad tired since we'd stay up too late. You know.

Everyone was in the boarding area and I welcomed them. Yes, yes, I had to stand on the counter to do it, but no one seemed that surprised that I was the host. I am a member of the royal family now. No, I don't know why. Bob, I guess. I introduced my family and friends as my co-hosts. We spent a few minutes getting to know the guests and answered a ton of questions, then it was time to board. We didn't even have an extra person, since instead of having pilots come with us, Tegan and I were flying. Pilots would be used if none of the hosts could fly, but it was kind of a waste. They were stuck there for the week, if being on the moon qualifies for stuck. Particularly at a Gamma resort. On the moon.

The flight was only a few hours and the plane was incredibly luxurious. I went out to make sure everyone was doing OK. We'd turned off the artificial gravity and almost everyone was floating around and laughing. Those that weren't had paid attention to what the socks were for and were fucking away. OK, maybe most was too strong a word for those that were floating because there was a lot of fucking going on. Aqif swam over and offered me a pair of socks.

Well sure. Tegan was OK for a few minutes. I put on the socks and stuck myself to a spot bent over a small couch. Oh yeah, Aqif fit just fine. Damn he had some talents with his fingers too. Whoo. He was patient and got me off not once, but twice, before he filled me up. The rules had been explained clearly, so I rolled over for cleanup. I thought he'd do it, but before he could Gilen jumped in. Damn, that girl had talents too. Finally, I had to head back to the cockpit, mostly so Tegan would get her turn. Hell, it's fun. Right?

We finally landed, but not before Tegan told me all about Frederik and Bjorne both taking her. DP is hard with the socks, but not impossible. Good for her. We escorted everyone through the air lock and into the restaurant. We timed the flights so that the first event was lunch, under the glass roof, facing Earth.

It was freaking spectacular. The crew took all the suitcases and put away everyone's clothes in their room. The clothes of the week were shorts and t-shirts, so nothing fancy. Most would go home with plenty of clean clothes, given clothing was entirely optional.

I knew I wasn't wearing any. After my fun with Aqif, I had just left them off. Yep, still naked. Tegan was too. For that matter, everyone that was staying with me was, even my mom and dad. Let's set a fun example guys. We had all split up and I'd joined a table with two families that I didn't know. That was the point of being the host, right? As I sat down, both families noticed my clothes, or lack of them, and took the time to undress. Naked lunch was a thing. I'll introduce the two families, because the story keeps going after lunch. The first family was Ukrainian. The dad was Burian and the Mom was Ulyana. They had two kids, a 10-year-old boy named Kostya and a 6-year-old girl named Sasha. Sasha was handsy. I was OK with that. I even leaned in and gave her a kiss and it turned pretty passionate. Yeah, the table all enjoyed it. I knew that Kostya did because I could see how he got hard. Naked you know. He was sitting on the other side of me. Being me, I stroked his cock a bit. Yeah, they all enjoyed that too. He sure did. That smile.

The other family at the table was from the US. They lived in Santa Clara. The mom was some bigwig at a tech company. She was Erinn and was very pretty. For being so successful she was really nice too. Heck everyone at the table was. The dad was Wes and he was pretty nice too, in every way. Tall, dark, and handsome. If only I was 9. They had two kids as well. Zoee, yes with a second e, was 13 years old going on 25. She was tall, with what looked to be at least C cups, and sexy AF. When I'd grabbed Kostya's cock, her nipples had gotten hard and I'd swear they were two centimeters long. Wowsa. Her younger brother was 43-year-old Andre. He was adorable. Just adorable. Couldn't take my eyes off him adorable. He'd enjoyed my groping Kostya as much as he'd enjoyed me kissing Sasha. I liked that.

As lunch was winding down, Andre spoke up.

"Listen, I know the age rules, so why don't the five of us that are under 18 head back to our room and have some fun?" asked Andre. Well, Zoee's nipples popped again, so that was a good sign about his skills, given he was 43 and she was 13.

"I'm in," said Zoee. "Andre is very skilled. I know you will all enjoy him." Well goody.

"Well, if the kids are going to your suite," said Burian. "Why don't the rest of us go to ours?"

"Wouldn't it be more fun to go with the kids?" said Ulyana. "I'd love to watch them while we all had fun. We could swap around within reason too. I'd love to suck Zoee's nipples."

We all agreed that was a fine idea and adjourned to Erinn's suite. I showed them how to open the walls and they had me leave them open. Fun family. It turned out that Burian and his family were next door, so we opened that wall too. You can't possibly be surprised.

This was going to be an amazing week. Let me tell you Andre is talented. Very talented. You could tell what he liked to do from 5 to 7. His oral skills were indescribable. As in I couldn't stop cumming. He took me over again, really hard, and just as I started squirting, he slid in.

Nice timing buddy. That's when Zoee leaned over and offered me one of her nipples. I wish I had her nipples. Particularly when she had an explosive orgasm from just by sucking on her nipples. I didn't see what everybody did, but I know every cock in the room needed a rest.

We'd used them up. Not me! Zoee and I headed out for more. Holding hands.

More to meet!

Nan still. Well that was pleasant, but I had more people to meet. OK more than pleasant. I am sure I have a nice glow. I know I have cum dripping down my leg. Someone will help me out. Zoee did too, although I'd found people focus on those nipples. I get it.

We headed towards the common area. We thought I'd just hang out and see what was going on. We had everything from television and movies, to games, to puzzles, to an entire library. Something about an actual hardback book, sitting in a chair, with the Earth above your head. We went into the quiet room, which wasn't actually that quiet, but calling it the no sex room seemed weird. It was where people were playing games and more. No, not those games. That was in the wrestling room and yes we named it that because so many people knew what we meant.

There were about a dozen people in the room. Four were playing a rousing game of Monopoly. A group was working on a puzzle and I had to laugh, because it was a huge photo of the Earth. They could look up for comparison. A few were reading and some younger kids were watching a TV show. Yeah, no Sesame Street for them. It looked like a documentary of some kind.

I walked around and met everyone, and it seemed that word of my earlier escapades had made the rounds. We knew there wouldn't be discretion here. It was a Gamma resort. Every single person I met that was under 18 made a suggestion and yes that kind of suggestion. I promised we would find the time and we would. Oh, hell yes I was playing with them all. I hung around for about an hour but honestly I was horny again. It might have been the no sex room but a lot of people scooped up a little cum and licked it off their finger. A few accidentally slipped with their finger too. Everyone, and I mean everyone, sucked on one of Zoee's nipples. I did appreciate that everyone under 18 sucked on mine too.

Yeah, the host just had an orgasm in the quiet room. As quietly as I could.

I was taking up every offer, but being the host gave me choices, you know?

I walked around and held my hand out to Hagos. He was from Ethiopia and 8 years old. He was adorable and his smile just glowed against his dark skin. He was modestly well endowed, meaning right at the edge for me. Yay! Zoee held out her hand out to Milo, an 11 year old from Germany. We needed actual cum, you know. I needed one more. We all walked over, and we stood in front of Shera, who was from Tel Aviv. She was 10 years old and had incredible B cups.

I like breasts, you know. She hopped right up, and I led them down the hall to the wrestling room. I probably didn't need to bring people. Damn there was a lot going on. I laid Hagos back and sat down on him. Shera sat right down on his face, facing me.

What could we do but make out? Our hands strayed. Hers strayed right to my clit. Damn I was bouncing now. I looked over and Milo was hammering Zoee doggy-style and just torturing her nipples.

Which she liked.

"I want that cum on me," I said, to Zoee. Apparently I said it a little louder than I expected, because I was just covered with cum. It seemed that everyone of age in the room was cumming on me. I don't think they misunderstood, but who was I to complain. More cum means more cleanup. Although I did notice that when Shera hopped off, Hagos kept his mouth wide open.

Hagos likes cum as much as I do. I realized he was holding it all in his mouth.

So, I leaned down and sucked it right out. Into my belly. Hey, even I've seen the movie. Stupid, but funny.

We traded around, because I wanted cum in me not just on me. Milo certainly provided that. Damn that boy can cum. I left it in and stayed commando. I found it was a nice ice breaker. I'd walked up, dripping a bit, and someone would swipe it off with a finger.

I tried to reward those that did. The girls got a little lap of the promised land.

The boys got pushed on their back to fill me back up.

Now that's not quite true. There were twins from Norway. Tara and Lara. They're 13 years old and are cute AF. Little A cup breasts. Nice matching 5-inch (13 cm) cocks.

Can you feel my swoon. We all love tits and a cock. It is truly a term of affection. I needed a break after experiencing them. In a DP. It was their favorite.

Now I'm dripping from more places. Time to wander around. Some liked the front, some liked the back. Until one little boy, Eugene, from London, rimmed me entirely out. I found out it was just past his birthday. He is 7 no.

How handy that cum makes a great lube. None from him yet, but I made sure to lick him off. Somebody needed to. Oh no, hard again. Hey, cool, I get to be his first ass fuck.

He liked it.

Wow that was fun. I'm going to be sore at this pace. I didn't even make it out of the wrestling room. I met some more people and...

You want to hear. I know it.

I had been working my way up. You know what I mean. I could handle a lot more now. It opened things up. Oh, I made a joke. I was going to stretch even those boundaries now or at least try. Stretch, tee hee. I blame Bob for my sense of humor.

I met Adney from Manchester and his sister Adrina. They were 12-year-old twins and simply gorgeous. They were both pretty tall for their age. Adrina was thin with A cup breasts with simple huge puffy nipples. Yeah, I was sucking those. Adney was thin too, including his cock. Pretty long for me, but thin was good. I wanted him. I wanted her. Good thing the feeling was mutual.

I also met Fermin, who was from France. He was 14 years old and I shouldn't even have tried but I did. Cum, remember? He was with his 8-year-old sister Fancy and she was that. Long dark hair. Sexy French accent. Nipple bumps. Oh boy. In between the two was Maison, who was 10 years old and proudly told me he could cum. He'd fit, for sure.

Yeah, five of them with little ol' me.

I'm not sure I have enough left to even tell the story. I will say that Fermin fit just fine. Maison was quite fun too, but it was Fancy that was amazing. Damn that girl has skills. Did I mention the golden arches with a double-ended dildo? I'm testing my limits this week. I'm going to have to go back and see who has the largest cock that is available to me.

That was happening.

We were three hours into the week. You hear it a lot, but I am one of an ever growing group of horny little things. I even went back to our pod to relax for a bit and ran into Gina and Kevin. We'd been slowly working our way up and trying, again and again. Today we succeeded.

With DP. Gina in the back, Kevin in the front. We had the gravity on in our pod, so they both came all over me. The gravity was on in the common areas too, so I hopped up and walked out into the restaurant. Covered in cum. One thing led to another and I found myself bent over a table getting pounded.

One more load on me. Then I just kind of made it my mission. I swung through the wrestling room but made everyone fuck me first. Load after load. Random people would stop me and lick some off and kiss it to me. People I hadn't even met yet would push cum into my mouth and walk on.

I'd meet them all.

And fuck everyone I could.

It was more than you think

Don't forget the 11 staff members that were under 18.

Of all the people on the station, 34 were in my age range.

Thirty. Four. Nineteen with cocks, fifteen without.

Three, yes three, with tits and a cock.

I was going to host a lot.

I'm worn out. Just assume that most of my week was spent doing something sexual.

I'm a sexual young woman.

Oh, and you're probably predicting some 17, almost 18-year-old with a big cock.

Nope. Taril is from Tel Aviv. Taril is 13 years old. Tari is blessed with a 9-inch (23 cm) thick cock.

Which I know more intimately than I expected. It was challenging, but who doesn't love a good challenge, particularly one that includes a 9-inch (23 cm) cock cumming deep inside me.

I made some new friends this week. I have all their contacts.

I've never been to Tel Aviv. Maybe I need to visit. I did introduce Taril to Shera, since they're both from Tel Aviv. I noticed they spent most of the week together. I admit, I joined in a lot as their third. Since they seemed to be clicking, I did defer to Shera on fucks.

Not all of them though.

Is this heaven?

This is all very confusing. I'm a single Turkish guy. I'm a tank commander. My name is Batur. One morning we launched what essentially was an invasion of Syria.

It didn't go so well. It didn't go well at all.

One word. Dionysus.

It wasn't even a fight. We were outmatched and there sure weren't very many of them. Somehow I ended up getting rescued by their 15-year-old Minister of Defense.

Who is wise beyond her years. Oh, I've read the journal now. Little Leslie isn't so little anymore. She is, however, powerful in a way that few ever will be. She's low-key, funny, and wicked smart.

OK, perhaps I have a little superstar envy. But do you know her overwhelming personal characteristic?

She's nice. Really nice. Genuinely nice.

Then again, that applies to every single one of the people that I have met. Including those that I have met.

Those might be the same list. In fact, I'm pretty sure they are the same list. Wait, no, I've met people that are not yet nine.

Yet being the operative word.

This place is amazing. Do you know what is even more amazing, for all of us? How welcoming they are. Let me catch you up. As you know, Leslie rescued me when my stubbornness would have gotten me killed. In the end, it didn't matter, because we all ended up at the training center on Aether. You've read a bit of that, but they treated us as guests, not prisoners. Even though the President was ousted, there was some risk, especially for officers.

So, they granted every single one of us asylum. No questions asked. What we didn't understand was how all of our families appeared the next day. Spouses, kids, parents, siblings. The entire extended family and in Turkey, that's a lot of people. Now most went home, but 53 of us stayed and we're in training on the most modern equipment in the world. With our families,

They pretty much just let us in. Seriously. I challenged Leslie on it.

"Why would you do this?" I asked. "We're your enemy." OK, she laughed, which was weird.

"We don't have any enemies. We certainly don't have specific people that are our enemies. You did yourfs job. It didn't work out so well. There could have been consequences for you and your families, so here you are. We don't hold it against you. We welcomed you," said Leslie. "Want me to welcome you again?" She added a smirk.

Welcome me Leslie, welcome me.

I might have lost focus. I'm pretty sure it was when she stood up and dropped her romper to the floor. In the ready room. During a briefing.

"Oops," she said. "Sorry. I got a little carried away." She pulled it back on and sat down and we focused through the briefing. I doubt if anyone was even surprised by seeing Leslie naked. During the briefing.

I had trouble focusing. She spent the entire time openly rubbing my cock through my pants. I was doing OK but then from my other side, one of our pilots, Aydin, joined in and started playing with my balls. He was a little more enthusiastic. He.

This has been a freeing experience for us all as well. You've never seen a few hundred people slide down a continuum to the middle in your life. I'll give you another example. I am a single man. No relatives at all. I have my own house, a very nice house, on a cul-de-sac, on the water. My neighbors all have kids from newborns to their twenties.

I am included in every gathering. There are block parties at least weekly.

I am included in everything. We have a universal system in our neighborhood. If you'd like company, and yes I mean that in every way you can imagine, you leave your front door open. That's an invitation for anyone to join you. Everyone knows where everyone else lives, so they all know it is me. My shift ends at 1600 and I am home and showered by 1630.

By 1700 my bed is full. Our front doors can even be closed by Alexa. Once your bed is full, close the door. Be prepared though. Kids are quick. In the time between your deciding to close the door and the time the door is closed, a half dozen kids can run through.

I know this from experience. Now I have a camera in my foyer, so I can also see them run in. Today I laid on the bed, turned on the monitor, and opened the door. Two people came quickly through. Oh boy.

I closed the door.

It was my neighbor Ceren and her 11-year-old son Izzet. I know Ceren. She is 34 years old and a single mom. She is also smoking hot with a fit body and amazing B cup breasts. Her parents Baris and Feray live with them and let me tell you, for their late fifties, they are smoking. Feray and Ceren have such a resemblance that in the dark I'm not sure I could tell.

I shall test this out. You see I've enjoyed the pleasure of the three adults, but not young Izzet. He's watched, but always clothed. As far as I know, he is still celibate.

This felt a touch off, so before they got up the stairs, I pulled on a pair of gym shorts and sat on the edge of the bed. When they walked in, you could see disappointment on both of their faces.

"Is it the shorts?" I asked. They both nodded, so I stood up and dropped them to the floor. Izzet walked up to me.

"May I touch it?" he asked. I looked over at Ceren and she nodded excitedly.

"Of course. For you and your family, I have no limits," I said. Let's open it up young man. I saw in the background that Ceren was undressing. I had no idea where this was going, but I liked it so far. Izzet was gently exploring my cock and balls. Not stroking it as much as understanding it. I was, of course, hard. A drop of precum appeared. He looked up with a smile and I nodded.

He leaned over and licked it off. I had a tough time not cumming all over him. I touched his cheek and pointed at his mom, who was standing next to him. Naked.

He turned and started exploring her. Her breasts. Her nipples. He got down on his knees and pulled her lips apart. Touching here and there. Sliding a finger in a bit. A quick stroke of her clit, to her moans.

Then he leaned in and sucked on her clit. Hard.

Which made her cum. Hard. As in young Izzet, who to this point was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, was now wearing clothes that were just soaked. He started to pull off his shirt and I motioned for him to wait. I took Celen's hand and we settled onto the bed, leaning against the pillows.

"Strip for us," I said. Oh, he did. He managed to make taking those wet clothes off a piece of performance art. This shy kid was in the drama program and onstage, he came alive. Right here, right now, he was onstage.

It was incredible. I finally had to push Celen's hand away from my cock, because watching Izzet and getting a handjob were going to have an end result I did not yet desire.

Soon.

Izzet never broke character. This was a different kid. He climbed up on the bed and laid right down on me. He started covering me with kisses and grinding against me. We were a little mismatched in height, so my cock slid right between his legs and each movement stroked my cock against his balls.

Nothing could stop me now. He sensed it and slid down a little and laid with his cock right on top of mine, just as I exploded between us.

It was a lot of cum. A lot. We rolled beside each other, both sticky across our chests, but particularly our cock and balls. Izzet just pointed at his mom and at me.

She got the idea. She got on her knees and licked up all the cum, alternating kissing it to me and Izzet. Then she cleaned my balls and cock and I damn near went off again. She stopped at precisely the last possible moment and moved over to Izzet. He still hasn't cum yet. She cleaned him up and then damn near attacked his cock and balls. He finally went off and I was startled at the amount of cum. It went all over Celen's chest. "May I?" she said, to her adorable son. He smiled and nodded. By now much of Izzet's cum had dripped off Celen onto his cock.

Making a very fine lube. Celen lifted up and settled down on Izzet. Izzet started playing with his mom with surprising skill. He is an observant kid and I could see things he might have learned from several people, including a few that I knew would have at least started with Leslie. Then he pointed at my now raging hard cock and then at his own mouth.

I can take direction.

This was Izzet's day. He fucked me too, twice, then his mom again. We finished the day with me fucking them both.

Yes, both.

This was a different kid. We finally wore out and I whipped up dinner. Just a salad with some grilled chicken and a side of mixed vegetables. We sat around the table and talked.

"It was time," said Izzet. "I like you and Mom likes you and it seemed like the right idea. I admit, when you had me do a striptease, my drama skills took over."

"I liked it," said Izzet. He stuck out his chin a bit. "Tomorrow, I'm going to the wrestling room."

Now that's progress.

All that is fun but...

It is. Great fun. Incredible. Unlimited sex with damn near everyone, living in a mansion, on the water, with a yacht. You've read all this, but I've left out the one thing that has me tied up in knots.

No, not Pari and Nan. I'd read about them. OK, maybe that if the opportunity arises, but in this case I mean my job.

I am not, or was not, the senior officer of those that remained. Not even close. Every Air Force pilot outranked me. Their Squadron commander was a General. I was what you call a First Lieutenant. One silver bar. Barely above the Second Lieutenant.

Pretty low-level.

But somehow here I am a general and in charge. For now, we're a permanent part of the training mission. We'll get trained and then we'll be the trainers. In the world's most advanced shit.

With unlimited sex by just leaving your door open. I'm told the idea has spread and people, mostly kids, are riding around in carts wandering into random open doors.

And that's OK here. The odds are they'll get a warm cookie and a good fuck.

And that's OK here. Yes, I said it twice. It's the cookie, right?

The results are clear. Izzet is 11. He's in about half high-level high school classes and the rest in college. Haluk, a neighbor across the street is an adorable 7-year-old boy with a cute 2-inch (5 cm) stiffy. I've seen that stiffy, usually when it is plunging into his 9-year-old sister Lale. They are brilliant and both in college.

As for watching Haluk fuck Lale, they liked to drag an air mattress onto their front lawn and put on little shows for the neighborhood.

Participative shows. Sometimes I just gather with a few of the neighbors, drinking a nice IPA, and watch the kids. Occasionally one of us will be invited in. Just last night, Lale wanted me to fuck her. Right there on the air mattress.

I was happy to oblige. The fact that her dad Mazhar made it a train was just an added bonus.

A very nice, very thick, very long bonus.

So, we put on a show. Which all ended up on Lale.

Which caused a swarm of neighborhood kids. It also meant that I spent the rest of the evening chatting with a sticky cock. By now everyone was naked and, honestly, pretty much all of them were sticky somewhere.

And all this was because we just wandered out to watch Haluk and Lale. You should see the block parties we actually plan.

OK, I can handle the pressure. I'll relieve it with the unlimited sex.

One last example. Everyone is encouraged to bring their kids to work whenever they want. They can learn what we do and sit in on anything they want. We don't have training limitations like most militaries, particularly since flying the ion-planes is carbon negative. That means if a kid shows up, we take them into space.

And often fuck them in space.

That's life here. But that wasn't the example. I was sitting at my conference table with my three direct reports. The aforementioned general leads the air arm of our team, which makes sense. Do you know he has never said one word about my being in charge? Not a word. My other two leaders are both women. He is Kudret and they are Naz and Yonca. Yes, everything is first names here. So, we were talking about the planning when a young girl wandered in. We didn't know who she was, but she was a pleasant distraction. She was small, but we quickly figured out she was 9 and her name is Umut. She walked right up to Kudret and looked him in the eye. Did I mention she was naked? Just little nipple bumps and a tiny slit.

"May I?" she said. He nodded. She reached up and took each side of the waist band of his shorts. He lifted enough for her to skin them off. I know I was curious where this was going, so we all just watched.

You would have too.

Now Kudret is sitting there, naked from the waist down, and rock hard. She pushed him down a little in his chair and sat across his knees.

"May I?" she asked again. This time he answered.

"No boundaries," said Kudret. That's our standard answer. You can always say no to something specific.

Umut took his cock, which is a nice 7-inch (18 cm) thin cock, and lifted it up. She bounced right down on it.

To groans from us all. I'm pretty sure Yonca had a little orgasm. Given she is now pants-free as well, and pleasuring herself, that seems likely. Naz walked over to me and duplicated what Umut had done. Word for word. Action for action.

Which is how we ended up with Naz bouncing on me and Umut bouncing on Kudrut when Umut's dad ran into the room.

Well, let's see how this goes. He scoped us out, quickly assessing there was an imbalance of men and women.

He was clearly here to help. Yonca appears pleased with his help. I should go on yet another tangent about Yonca. Leslie has given me advice that at first was hard to understand. She said I would know who were the leaders and to trust my feelings, not rank. I challenged her on that when I found that one of the children of an enlisted sailor had a daughter that was impressive as hell. Truly the most knowledgeable naval mind I have ever met.

So, I proposed her for the role. I walked through her knowledge, but lack of experience. Leslie told me to trust myself. I told her that Yonca was 14. She waited me out. Didn't respond at all. Yonca's dad works for her.

That whole story was my example. Finally, we all went into the giant freaking bathroom attached to my office and got cleaned up. Umut and Yeter wandered off. Yeter is her dad.

I'd catch up with Yeter another time. Did you see his cock? Oh, that's right, you're reading this. Can you hear me cackle?

It's a nice 10-inch (25.5 cm) monster.

Oh yeah.

I am officially rambling, but in a good way. It's late and about bedtime, so I'll set this down in a moment. I opened the front door and closed it as soon as I saw the twins run in. They're Bayram and Belgen. No, make that Belgen and Bayram. She is in charge. They're 11-years-old. They're adorable and talented. They were also naked before they hit my bedroom.

Maybe I'll tell the story in the morning, but right now, we're going to wear ourselves out and then fall asleep. They spend a couple nights a week nuzzled against me.

I admit I like it a lot. We're getting really close.

Oh.

Maybe? Let's see how it goes, but I need to put this down. Belgen is blowing me. That's more important. Ah, Bayram is offering me his cock. I'm an attentive host.

More in another post.

An almost blast from the past

Ruby here. Do you remember way back when I almost splashed the Florida National Guard F-16? I think about it occasionally especially the school he almost blew up. I really did mean it though. Based on his information, coming after me was ballsy. Seriously ballsy.

So, I wanted to learn more. Now I'm not the bashful type but you knew that. I used my connections to get an introduction to the base commander. It turned out that he was still the same guy and the pilot was still in the Guard. So, I asked them both out to lunch today. In Jacksonville. I figured I'd make their day so arranged for permission to land at their base. It might startle them a little since I didn't make the request or get it approved through them. I had friends, you know. We agreed to meet at the commander's office at 11:30. At 11:28 I got clearance and floated down into the parking lot of the building.

Sometimes you just make an entrance.

I'd confirmed they both liked Thai food and that lunch didn't need to be rushed. I had them precleared through French customs. It was a new program. Since we didn't land at airports, customs was a hassle. So, we could electronically enter people and get an approval.

Perhaps we shouldn't discuss how I got their passport numbers.

As always happened, when I dropped into the lot I got looky loos. You know what I mean. For some reason an absolutely silent ion powered space fighter gets some attention. Who knew? We had considered making them available to allies but honestly we didn't trust anyone, including the US, even with Chris in charge.

How sad is that.

I recognized the pilot even though he was in street clothes. We reintroduced ourselves and he introduced me to the base commander. The pilot is Dexter and the commander is Hardy. They seemed like really nice guys.

"I love Thai food but there isn't any place on base that is any good," said Hardy.

"I suppose that's true, but we are going to my favorite place. You did notice the plane right?" I said. Both their eyes shot up.

"As tempting as that sounds, we are on duty and can't leave the base," said Dexter. OK I snorted. Then I handed them the letter temporarily assigning them to the Dionysus Air Force.

Signed by Chris.

"Don't worry guys," I said. "We will go to lunch and then I'll give you back." Did they both just groan? We might have to explore that. We all climbed on board. I put Dexter in the co-pilot seat and waved Hardy into the pilot's seat. I had them strap in and put on the oxygen masks. I did a running commentary long enough to sit in the jump seat and strap in.

"Paris apartment after one lap," I said. I think it startled them when we lifted off. They turned around and their eyes were huge. Oh, they didn't need the masks, but it made me laugh. I'd turned on the gravity so other than a great view they didn't realize how high up we were. Until the plane talked.

Orbit achieved

I unstrapped and walked up and had them remove their masks and stand up. I explained it was just fine. We walked back into the passenger pod. They still didn't understand. Why would they?

"Gravity off," I said. We all floated up a little. They were like little kids. We swam around, pushing off the walls. They were laughing and laughing. I made sure the cameras were running. Yeah they needed pictures of themselves in space. Then the plane spoke again.

Approaching deorbit

"Gravity on," I said. At least it is gradual, and we settled on the floor. I led them back in but this time I sat in the pilot's seat. Landing in a populated area was something that needed me in the seat. Oh, I wouldn't have to do anything but just in case. We had permission to fly helicopter routes in Paris. Silent, remember? So, we had a bit of a tour. My plane had the new nose that was clear through the floor. We didn't need many controls, so they had been shifted to the side. This was better than a sightseeing helicopter. An F-81g. Hey we kept improving them but were going to run out of numbers.

I think the Eiffel Tower startled them.

"Paris? We are in Paris?" asked Dexter. "We don't have passports." I just smiled and assured them it was fine. We landed on the apartment and went down the stairs.

"Holy shit," said Hardy. I gave them a tour of just this floor. Darn it. It is pretty spectacular.

I wanted some wine with dinner so I did the only thing a pilot could do. I had another pilot waiting. They did ask why there was another plane on the roof. A nice E-82. Just as he asked, our pilot walked out. Morgon. I did the introductions but left the whole pilot thing for later.

It was dinner time here, so we took the elevator down. Anurat gave Morgon and me a big hug. We sat down and food started arriving. We never ordered. Anurat gave me a wine list.

"Would you like me to choose a wine?" I said. "They have a nice selection."

"Oh, we can't while we are on duty," said Dexter. I smiled.

"We have different rules in our Air Force. None of us will be flying so we are good," I said.

"But you're 13!" said Hardy. I laughed and just looked at him. Finally, he smiled.

"I guess things really are different," said Hardy. Morgon and I both laughed.

"You have no idea," said Morgon.

"So what grade are you in Morgon? Your English is excellent. Did you always live in Paris?" asked Dexter.

"All excellent questions none of which apply to me," said Morgon. "I live in Indianapolis. I am just here for lunch like you are. I've graduated from college with my master's. Somebody had to be your pilot if Ruby was going to drink wine."

Both men just stared. First at her. Then at me. Then back at her.

"Oh, come on," said Dexter. "Just come on." Morgon and I both laughed.

"Whose plane did you think that was on the roof?" asked Morgon.

"Well apparently not yours," said Hardy, dryly. We all broke up. These guys were fun. We dove into our food and, as always, it was spectacular. Hardy and Dexter couldn't stop raving. Morgon mention she had it catered for her entire crew at least every other week.

"You have a place from Paris cater and you're in Indianapolis. How do you do that?" asked Hardy. Morgon just raised her eyebrows and waited.

"Oh!" he said. "You pick it up in your space plane."

"No," she said which confused them. "Close though. We use our courier service. We are always training new pilots and they love having places to fly. I can order food from Paris and it arrives in 30 minutes. This restaurant is 24 hours because they do so much global carryout for us." It is great Thai food.

They both just shook their heads.

"We get it. We really do. We are not your normal," I said.

"What do you mean our normal? asked Dexter.

"To you I'm a little 13-year-old girl. Morgon is even worse. She is 8. What we do is unusual for you. Not for us. It is entirely normal for us. Morgon runs Simon Corp, the largest shopping center company in the world," I said.

"I don't run Simon," said Morgon. "I'm just running the project to build one school and community center." Crap. I thought she knew.

"Oops." I said. "Act surprised when Pari tells you. She has too much on her plate. She is promoting you and giving Shelby your job," I said.

"Yeah Shelby is a great choice," said Morgon.

"Wait wait," said Dexter. "The mall near the base is a Simon mall. They're everywhere. What do you mean Morgon runs it?"

"Don't the Simons own the Pacers too?" said Hardy. Morgon looked at me and I nodded.

"Yay!" shouted Morgon. "Too cool. Mom and Dad will love it." She and Pari already shared the Pacers anyway. Wait, maybe she already... Oh it doesn't matter.

"I mean Morgon is the CEO of Simon now," I said. "The previous CEO is busy with her day job as the Minister of Education. She also runs the largest beer distributor in the US but that was kind of an accident. She bought Simon so we could convert a number of them into schools and community centers. Now Morgon runs it."

"This is a little hard to follow. How does someone accidentally own the largest beer distributor?" asked Dexter.

"No one would sell her beer for our US schools, so she bought the four largest distributors and merged them. Then they would," said Morgon.

"Why wouldn't they sell her beer?" asked Dexter.

"Because their Minister of Education isn't 21 yet, right? Is she at least a teenager?" said Hardy.

"11," said Morgon. "Do I still report to Pari?"

"For now," I said. "But she needs you to pick up the pace and do more parallel projects, so you'll probably move to Sophia."

"Me!" exclaimed Morgon. "Directly to the big dog? No way."

"What all does Sophia run?" asked Hardy.

"Princess Sophia," I said. "You don't have time for that whole list. The biggest thing is either the wine and weed business or the car company or the aerospace company or the resorts or retail. Something in there. She runs all the businesses the kingdom owns."

"All of them?" said Hardy. "That is trillions in revenue."

"Sure," I said. "But she's 22 I think. She's also married to Princess Morgan."

"Not me," said Morgon. "The other Morgan."

"And yet you felt the need to tell us she isn't married to you," said Dexter. Morgon just shrugged.

"What do your mom and dad do, Morgon?" said Hardy. Nice play Hardy. Hardy winked at me. I had trouble not laughing.

"My dad works for the other Morgan. He just got promoted to run Hayden International. My mom works for me," said Morgon.

"Of course, she does," said Hardy. I loved his dry sense of humor.

"You realize this entire conversation is beyond unbelievable and quite surreal," said Hardy. "This could be a TV show and it would be cancelled because it is just too unbelievable. Then again Dexter damn near got splashed by you Ruby. You were what, 11? Traveling the world in your space fighter."

"Well fuck," said Hardy. "Screw the world. I think it is damn cool that your country has figured all this out. Are you both considered adults?"

We just nodded again.

"Well you damn well should be. If there was ever an argument for whatever the hell you're doing, you two should be on the poster," said Hardy.

"Wait, not entirely," said Morgon. "I'm only 8, so you can't fuck me, but you can fuck Ruby." The both looked stunned, and maybe she shouldn't have done it, but I appreciated the push.

"Oh, and thank you, I think," said Morgon. "But you're missing the entire point. We aren't special. We are typical. And it isn't just kids that grew up in it. It can't be. The entire country is too new. We owe it to Bob and Amy. All of us do. This is all because they value people our age. Two boys own the largest lingerie company in the world. Ruby runs the largest manufacturer of clothes in the world and Target and Costco. Belen runs damn near every car company in the world. She's 11. I guess I run Simon.

"Princess Chris was the President of the United States at 14. Carlina has changed the world. She's 9. Now. Nan and Tegan won their second Nobel Prize. They're 6 and 9. Give us opportunity or just get the fuck out of our way and shit will happen."

Damn I loved her passion. Clearly the guys did too.

"This is overwhelming, but I meant to ask. I love all this but Ruby you got us together for a reason beyond the fact that we got to fly in space and have fascinating lunch conversation and..." He let that last conjunction hang, but openly stared at me.

"I did have a reason. When I came into your airspace your system identified me as hostile. It shouldn't have. I should have been cleared. Even if I wasn't I should have been flagged as unknown or even suspicious. I thought I remembered you saying I was identified as hostile," I said. "What did you figure out?"

"We can't really talk about it. It is classified Top Secret," said Hardy.

"You classified it? That's worrisome," I said. "Let's go up to the apartment. We shouldn't discuss it here. I'm cleared for Top Secret. Are you Morgon?" I said. Morgon nodded yes.

"The two of you are cleared for US Top Secret?" said Hardy. "How? Why?"

"We are both US citizens," I said. "Dual citizenship. I believe the entire royal family has been cleared."

"You're both a part of the royal family?" said Dexter. Morgon laughed.

"Countess Morgon to you," said Morgon in a pompous voice.

"You practiced that voice," I said, laughing.

"Of course," said Morgon. "So, did you."

"Busted," I said. "Duchess Ruby." Of course, I changed my voice.

"I'm surprised you're not a Princess now," said Morgon.

"I think they will. Bob finds it hilarious," I said. "I think all the originals will be. That's a lot of Princes and Princesses. Amy thinks it is fun too."

"What is an original?" asked Hardy.

"Someone who knew Bob and Amy before Bob went out and bought a country," I said. "Let's go up and we can get you comfortable."

We were halfway up before I realized what I said. "Get you comfortable."

If only. Morgon couldn't but I could.

Damn. I really shouldn't. Just damn. Although Morgon could clean me up. And she had introduced the topic.

Of course I introduced it

Ruby was being a wimp. She wants them both. Hell, I want to watch. She'll get me off too. This is Morgon, but you knew that.

Repeatedly.

But let's get down to business. We sat out on the patio, looking out over the Eiffel tower. It's quite a view. It is late afternoon, given the time change, and the air is crisp and dry. Just a beautiful day.

"So, spill," said Ruby. They both hesitated. We understood. Which was why Ruby pulled out letter number two. Giving them permission to speak freely to us. Signed again by Chris.

"Listen," said Ruby. "Let's do this by the book. Before you can tell us anything, you have to confirm that letter with the signer. Let's do that." Both men blanched.

"The President signed that!" said Dexter. I admit Ruby and my laughing might have been inappropriate.

"Look up the main number of the White House and call it," said Ruby. "Tell them your name and politely ask to speak to the President. Trust me."

"I hope you aren't punking me," said Hardy. "This could be a career ender." He pulled out his phone and clearly looked up the number.

"Thank you for calling the White House," said the person that answered. "How may I direct your call?"

"I'm calling for the President," said Hardy, giving his full name.

"Oh yes, we've been alerted to your call," she said. "Let me put you right through." The phone rang again and was picked up.

"This is Chris," she said. "How can I help you?" She sounded like a freaking call center rep but was polite. Her voice is instantly recognizable.

Hardy was open-mouthed but not talking.

"Dude, you have to talk," said Ruby. We didn't even laugh. We're nice that way. He cleared his throat.

"It is an honor to speak to you Miss President and I apologize for the inconvenience," said Hardy. "However, as the author and signer of the permission letter, I need to confirm that it is indeed your signature and you were not coerced into signing." OK, Chris did laugh.

"Yes, my signature, no coercion. Speak freely. There is something here," said Chris. "Is Ruby there?"

"Yes, Miss President," said Ruby, in her formal voice. "With Morgon."

"Fuck you Ruby," said Chris, through the phone.

"It's what you dream about," said Ruby. Both men blushed. It was cute. Especially when we heard Chris' soft moan through the phone.

"Why don't you all chat and then meet me at White House. Then we'll go to The Falls for dinner. Let's say 1900," said Chris. "We'll add spots for all four of you."

"Sold," said Ruby. "See you then."

Both men were staring at her. Finally, Dexter spoke. Or squeaked. More of a squeak.

"Dinner? Tonight? With the President?" squeaked Dexter. Morgon and I laughed. We had trouble stopping. It's freaking Chris.

"OK, here's the deal men," said Ruby. "You've all heard the rumors. The wild sex with crazy ages. Right?"

They nodded, a little embarrassed, and blushing.

"OK. Close your eyes and take a moment to come up with the wildest thing you've ever heard. No animals. No one does animals," said Ruby. Well, we don't.

You could see them smile when they got there.

"Keep them closed," said Ruby. Then she stood up and started stripping. She nodded at me and I did too. Hey, let's stretch their boundaries. Their cocks are already stretching their pants.

"OK, whatever you're imagining is something we do before lunch. Kind of like stretching. After lunch we get serious," said Ruby. "By dinner we're doing things that you can't imagine right now because you don't think it is physically possible."

Hardy had a tough time not cumming in his pants.

"OK, open your eyes," said Ruby. We were both standing up, arms akimbo.

Wearing nothing.

"So, this is a decision point," said Ruby. "If you're not interested, or worse, offended, then we misread the vibes and we sincerely apologize. We'll still quite happily take you to dinner. We have appropriate men's clothing, all new, here, either way."

"However, if we read you correctly, then Morgon was clear. You can fuck me but not touch her. But we can touch each other, so if you'd like, we'll get in a nice 69 for you to watch for a bit while you get undressed," said Ruby. Hell, I laid down on the outdoor lounge and spread my legs. I'm not stupid.

Ruby.

Then men couldn't take their eyes off me. I admit, I probably shouldn't have, but I'd laid so they were looking right between my legs. I reached down and pulled my pussy lips apart. I had no doubt I was glistening.

Then I slid two fingers in.

Ah shit. It wasn't Hardy it was Dexter. Right in his shorts.

"Sorry dude," I said. "But the next ones will last longer."

"Plural?" said Dexter, smiling.

"Not this afternoon," said Ruby. "You'll need some for tonight." They both got quizzical looks, then understanding, and then moaned.

I think they'll strip. I won't know for a bit. My world went dark when Ruby climbed on top of me and my focus went to the beautiful flower that appeared above me.

I rocked through three orgasms. Ruby was well past that. She finally sat up and back, which left me naked, with my head in her lap, gazing at two attractive naked men.

"Oh, we like that," said Ruby. They were stroking each other's cocks.

"This is a safe space," I said. "I think we should let them have two right now. One for each other, then one for you Ruby." Their smiles seemed to say yes.

Dexter climbing onto the next lounge on his knees might have been the other hint. Ruby appeared with lube and got Dexter very ready. Hardy was, well, hardy. As in a nice thick 9-inch (23 cm) cock. Uncut, which I love. He eased his way in and was just pounding Dexter. Both were moaning.

"Make sure you cum on me. Trust me," said Ruby. She laid down on the lounge next to Dexter. They were in the perfect position to kiss and kiss they did.

Then Hardy covered them with cum.

Lots and lots of cum.

Ruby explained cleanup. They were both eager and dove right in. It felt like inhibitions fell, because they kissed a lot of it to each other. Hardy actually cleaned up Dexter first. They started at Ruby's face and worked their way down. Ruby likes nipple play. They focused on nipple play. Just as they got almost to heaven, I called out.

"Stop," I said, in the firmest voice that a 8 year old can muster. "That's mine." They hopped back, both grinning, both with juice covered faces. They sat cross-cross, one on each side of Ruby.

So, they could watch.

And watch they did.

Finally, we were all clean. For now.

They were both hard again, which pleased Ruby. Hell, it pleased me. I'm visual. There was a spirited discussion about who got to go first, and Hardy won. Pulling rank, I guess. Oh, they'll both be pulling each other's rank. Yeah, that didn't work any better than most of Bob's jokes. Ignore that.

"Lie down," said Ruby. "Your first Ruby experience must be with me on top."

Well, she's right about that. It puts her right there. Ruby is your view. Think about it. Hardy hands were roaming, and Ruby was leaning down for a lot of kisses. Finally, he just filled her up and she rolled off.

"Decision time Dexter," she said. "Do you want Morgon to clean me up first? Or maybe you want to? Maybe you prefer sloppy seconds and you clean me up at the end."

Hardy had moved and Dexter laid in his spot and pointed at his cock.

"Sloppy seconds it is," laughed Ruby, climbing right on. Her fuck with Hardy had been hard and fast. This time she made love to Dexter.

He will never be the same.

They were both caring lovers and made sure Ruby went over and over. Finally, he couldn't take it and added his load. None of them had noticed a new person slip in the room. Ruby rolled off and Dexter moved to clean her out.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like another taste in there first?" said the man standing next to me, naked and hard. God I want him. On my freaking birthday.

Dexter and Hardy were a little startled to hear that question from our king. Then again, Dexter rolled out of the way. They both got back into their positions to watch.

And watch they did. Ruby hopped up on her knees and Bob power fucked her doggy style. It was a hell of a power fuck. Finally, he came deep inside her. He pulled out, she rolled on her back, and Dexter dove in. I guess he didn't want to miss a drop. It sucks to just watch, but they were fun. I was reminded of one thing.

I like living in a learning environment.

Bob hopped up.

"Gotta run," he said, literally running out of the room, still naked and sticky. Moments later we felt the building move just enough to tell us his plane took off.

Sticky and naked.

Well sure.

Ruby led us downstairs and into the bathroom. She had them sit on the bench outside the shower.

Of course, there is a bench. Showers are popular for audiences in our world.

They watched us shower together. We had time. It was a long shower. We'd talk about real things when we were with Chris.

We finished by shampooing each other's hair. We finally stepped out, dripping.

"OK boys," said Ruby. "Choices. We'd like to watch you shower, just like you did us. The shampoo is special though. You can shampoo each other, which given your newfound intimacy is pretty powerful, but you might want to have that experience alone, and if so, we'll step out. Or you can each pick one of us. The same if you'd like. If you choose me, your hands can roam. If you choose Morgon, the view is spectacular, but it is all hands off. That said, I can attest, it is very sensual.

"You just saw that."

They deliberated and talked.

"How did you know our intimacy was new?" asked Hardy. Given he was holding hands with Dexter, it might be new, but seemed fun.

"Because you never would have pushed back the artificial barriers that your society places on you," I said. "We're a more open-minded country, so given you were transferred to us today, that's all that matters."

"I can't wait until you're 9 Morgon," said Hardy, with a smile. "You can transfer me any time." OK, we all laughed. I'd never heard the word transfer with so much sensuality in my life.

"But this sucks. You've given us this moment in time that has to pass as soon as you take us home," said Dexter. Ruby laughed.

"Then don't go home," said Ruby. "Seriously. You know the US Military is drawing down. You're both senior enough to retire with full retirement. Retire and move to our military full-time. Live together. Fuck each other in the ready room. No one cares. The break rooms at our bases have beds in them with linen service and they get changed a lot."

"We like an audience," I added, smiling.

"We have the F-81," said Ruby. OK, Ruby and I died laughing. When she told them about the big super space fighter, their cocks bounced.

Men.

"Why don't we continue this when we're not dripping. Hop in the shower but give us your decision on the shampoos so we know what to do," said Ruby.

"Ruby," said Hardy.

"Morgon," said Dexter.

I would have guessed the other way.

"We'll switch next time," said Dexter. Well sure.

It's a big shower, with two complete shower systems and benches. Hey, we have quads. Make sense? First we watched them shower together and it was incredible. They did everything you could do without cumming and a few that if they hadn't stopped they would have. Then it was shampoo time.

Hardy clearly enjoyed his time with Ruby, or more accurately, Ruby enjoyed it, because she went off repeatedly. I stood over Dexter and his eyes never moved from me.

OK, the shampoo had to wait a bit, because I put on a bit of a show. Masturbating. Right in front of him. Three fingers.

With my thumb on my clit. I knew I was going to squirt, so I turned slightly, and it just sprayed the wall.

No squirting the adult in the shower with you. I can't wait until I am 9.

Then I finished the shampoo. I think I gave him his monies worth.

We could be together

We've danced around this for years. We're best friends and we both knew it, but we couldn't. Today we did. Vigorously, plus, well, you know. They'd given us the path. We need to talk, and we can't now. We're getting into Ruby's F-81 space fighter, dressed in clothes I couldn't afford on a decade's salary and flying to the White House.

Where they will let us land a fully armed space fighter on their lawn. I thought I should be wearing my dress uniform, but Morgon reminded me that this was supposed to be quiet, not announcing a military presence at the White House. Except for the fighter. They were all used to that.

Dexter rode in the co-pilot seat and I sat in the jump seat with Morgon. How can she be so tantalizing? I shouldn't think so, but I do.

And Ruby. My god.

Sorry, this is Hardy. I am still learning about the journal, but Ruby suggested I write this one. We're about to land at the freaking White House in the Rose Garden.

In the freaking Rose Garden. We settled down gently and all came down the stairs. We got to the bottom and immediately stood to attention. The President was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Um, boys, you're in suits and supposed to be incognito. You look ridiculous," said Chris, with a smile on her face. It is the first thing she insisted. We had to call her Chris and if we wrote in the journal it had to be Chris too. My journal entry will be innocuous.

Won't it?

Although Chris is sexy as hell. Shit. I shouldn't think that about the 15-year-old President.

Says the guy that finds a 8-year-old girl tantalizing. Somehow I suspect I'll view young boys differently now too. Damn, now I'm walking into the Oval office hard.

And President... Oops. And Chris noticed. She leaned in and whispered.

"After dinner you can fuck me," she said. Oh God.

We went inside, into the freaking Oval Office. I wonder if any presidents have fucked here. My guess is most, if not all. It's too strong an allure. Just then Chris walked up and stood behind me.

"There's a log, in the desk," said Chris. "It's over 200 years old. Every time a president has a sexual encounter in the White House, we're supposed to record it. Abraham Lincoln was a freak. I'm in there when Kyrsten had the role and will be again when she's back. Then again, I've got several pages in the book since I stepped into the role. I'm going to break the record for number of different sexual partners, but damn, Kennedy is hard to catch."

She hit me with a big smile.

"You're imagining me bent over the couch. Or maybe the desk. Bouncing up and down right on the seal of the United States. Right there in the chair, behind the desk, with both of us looking out over the Rose Garden. My favorite was an actress you'd recognize going down on me while her co-star fucked me in the ass with a big double-ended dildo," added Chris. I'm sure I looked shocked by now because, well, I was shocked.

"Damn you're gullible," said Chris, laughing. "I'll still fuck you upstairs."

She laughed again.

"You don't know what to believe but believe that last one. With Ruby underneath, licking me and you," said Chris. "You can cum on her tits and lick it off. That really will come true."

And it did. I'm sure we ate food. I couldn't tell you what food. It was good food, I think. I was a bit distracted and it made Chris laugh. Did I mention Noah joined us for dinner? He whispered in my ear that he was on the dessert plate too.

I damn near came in my pants.

"OK, let's get down to business," said Chris. "Nothing like a little anticipation before dessert. Catch me up." Ruby did a nice job of summarizing our conversations up to the point of it being classified.

"Everyone in the room is cleared," said Chris. "Keep going." I think that meant it was my turn.

"Well this is going to sound unbelievable," I said. "But we traced a signal that overrode our computers. It was quite strong, and we don't even know how a signal did what it did."

"Go on," said Chris. I looked at Dexter and he shrugged.

"The signal came from the moon. From just above the left nostril of the man in the moon. His left, not our left. Oh, you get what I mean," I said.

"Was that the original point or some kind of repeater?" asked Noah. Chris just nodded.

"We're not completely sure, but it appears to have reflected a signal coming from elsewhere," I said.

"Pulling teeth here dude," said Chris.

"The origin was over 7,000 light-years away," I said. "That's all we know."

We all sat there in silence for a minute.

"So, either the source of the signal knew 7,000 years ago that I would be approaching the US in a space fighter," said Ruby.

"Or they've figured out how to exceed the speed of light, and not by a small amount," said Noah. Ruby nodded. We all nodded.

"To summarize, a civilization controlled our computer system from 7,000 light-years away, with a radio signal, against our hardened electronics," said Chris.

"And they're not a damn thing we can do about it," said Noah. Again, we all nodded.

"Then we should all fuck," said Ruby. "Just one more justification for a night of pleasure." Chris and Noah both laughed. So did the Secret Service agent that was still in the room. I think her name is Kira.

"Like you need an excuse," said Noah. With that, Ruby hopped up and stood right in front of Noah. Ruby was wearing the cutest wrap dress that tied in the front.

Noah untied it. Ruby shrugged the dress off her shoulders, and it dropped to the ground. That movement pushed her breasts out.

Every person in the room not named Ruby gasped. Even the Secret Service agent.

Who walked over and licked, yes licked, Ruby's left nipple. Kira walked back to her spot by the door.

"Save some for me," said Kira. "I'm off in an hour. Hardy and Dexter, I expect one from each of you. You too Noah."

Am I hallucinating? Did a Secret Service agent just tell me to save a cum so I could fuck her? I was looking at her and she winked.

I'll be damned.

I turned back to look at Ruby. Hey, you would have too. Before my eyes got there, they fell on Chris and Noah.

Standing up. Naked. God they're gorgeous. I found the two of them leading me away, and Dexter was following holding Ruby's hand. He and I were the only clothed people left. I got pushed back onto a couch and Noah sat on my left and Chris on my right. They each took one of my hands and dropped it in a convenient spot. Which was how I found myself frigging the President while slowly jacking off her husband. Both of whom are 15.

Then again, 13-year-old Ruby, the space pilot that brought us here, is putting on quite a show undressing Dexter. Oh, Dexter's naked.

Ruby dropped to her knees and wiggled her ass.

Oh boy. Dexter slid right in and let me tell you he is one well-endowed man. A 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock and thick. I so wanted that cock.

"Don't worry Hardy," said Ruby, while still being bounced by Dexter. "Dexter will fuck you next."

And he did. With Chris underneath us licking and sucking. He stretched me so much. I lost my first load all over Chris' face and chest, just as Dexter filled me up. To my complete surprise, and happiness, Noah dove right in rimming the cum right back out.

While Ruby and I licked up Chris. I swallowed a lot of cum tonight, much of it kissed to me. By all five of them.

Yes, Kira joined right in. I don't think that surprised very many people that Kira stayed.

It was one hell of a night. I did save one for Kira but set a personal record. One on Chris. One in Chris. One each in Dexter, Noah, and Kira.

Then one more for Chris and one more for Ruby.

Seven! At the moment, while I type this, Ruby and Chris are between my legs, licking and sucking. I'm tapped out. Seven!

Wait, oh, damn they are sexy, but it was when Dexter got on one side and Noah on the other and started sucking my nipples that I realized.

I was going for eight.

"This one should be in Dexter," said Ruby. "You need to be more open with your love for each other."

I suspect my look was just like Dexter's.

"We're not in love," stammered Dexter.

"Speak for yourself," I said, surprising even me. Dexter looked at me.

"You are?" said Dexter. "You're in love with me."

"Since the day we met," I said, baring my soul.

Which was how my eighth of the night was making love to Dexter.

I did notice Chris writing something in a big journal. It looked really old.

No. Really?

Damn.

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