16 December 2019

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To Mars!

Leslie here. Preparations were complete and we leave tomorrow. I couldn't believe we were doing this and three hundred of us were going. Where?

Mars. We were going to Mars. We had eleven pods to deploy and 35 people would be staying. We would stay in the area for a while to ensure there were no problems. We were also leaving four E-82 planes as their escape pods. Yes, the E-82 could actually do interplanetary travel. It was considerably slower and would take six weeks to make it home, but it was safe. They were also our landing vehicles, going from the mother ship to the pods.

Yes, we could launch F-81 and E-82 fighters from space. Heck maybe we should have built the big ship as a cube. Then we could have assimilated people. OK maybe not the best choice.

Oh, a big sphere but without one stupid vulnerability.

I guess the ship was fine. We had left the luxury pod in place, so everyone had some pretty darn nice quarters. I refused to take the captain's quarters from Aja but did have an awfully nice two-bedroom suite. Hunter, Hallie, and I had a heart to heart about the trip. We knew it was safe but there was always risk. The big question was whether they went with me. It was a question for all the crew members. We had plenty of room for families, but this was our first major mission.

So, we put it to a vote. The question was whether we allowed people to bring families not that we expected or required them to do so. A related question was whether we only allowed significant others or whether we allowed their children too.

The vote was overwhelming that we allow entire families. Then we voted on how long we stayed on station and whether we lapped Jupiter too.

Yes seriously. The round trip to Mars was roughly five weeks. Longer to return because of planetary positioning. Adding Jupiter added another month. We wouldn't be putting pods on Jupiter, of course, but we could drop probes into the atmosphere or even fly into the upper atmosphere in one of our planes.

That vote wasn't as overwhelming but that's because the family vote was 98.2% for families.

Jupiter was only 87%. Now that did mean that 13% of the people didn't want to do it. So, we made the obvious choice and offered that they could change their mind about the mission and not go.

No one took that offer. We were the first people to go to freaking Mars. Assuming all went well, we would stay long enough for everyone on board to spend the night on Mars. That would be cool cocktail party material, wouldn't it?

So, 300 people. The crew was only 78. The rest were family. They all had to go through training, and they all had jobs to do. There weren't many really young kids. Just 6 under 5. There were 11 from 5 to 8. The rest were 9 or older. The 11 that were 5 to 8 had the responsibility for the younger six kids. We didn't have a day care but did build a big playroom off the gym. Now that was a little misleading. We had crew members in those age ranges, and I wasn't counting them. We were also going to have school for those 17, four days a week. Want to know who the teacher was?

Rylee. And yes, Carol and Henry were with us too. Oh, come on, you had to know that.

I thought Aja was the only crew member that brought their parents but that didn't turn out to be true. Aja's team were all pretty young and we had a surprising number of parents and siblings.

I don't think that happened in your average Star Trek episode. After all, our Captain is 9 years old. Her XO Xita is 11. The navigator is Kiku, who is 9. The weapons officer, and yes we have one, is 11-year-old Rollo. After all, he invented the ion laser. The science officer is 6.

That one absolutely cannot surprise you.

Nan.

You can't seriously believe Nan would let us go to Mars without her? I did think her penchant for wearing Spock ears was a bit much. For that matter Tegan and Luca were with us and so were Ty and Natalie. All four were crew members. Luca had to take a leave from the casino, but Tegan was coming which meant Luca was coming.

Want to know who else was coming?

Gabe and Carlina. They were part of the space fighter force. We couldn't imagine needing one but thought we could do training. Ruby was part of the force too which meant Tomas, Tavi, and Amara were with us too. They weren't part of the crew but had important roles. Tomas was actually in charge of food. He was quite a chef and assembled quite a team. We were going to eat really well. Tavi was running the farming program. We had been growing food for months and he would manage it in flight. Yes, fresh vegetables on the flight.

Amara was running the athletics program. Her experience with the disabled athlete program was more than enough to run our programs. We'll come back to that story.

Everybody had a role. Really the only difference was that crew members were in the military. The rest were civilian team members.

Mars. Freaking Mars. Yeah, Jupiter too. Sure.

Oh, we had one project planned that made us laugh. We were going to find and fix the Spirit and Opportunity rovers. NASA barely knows we're going. Their rovers were just going to come online again. We planned on taking selfies with them and sending them to the media.

We're fun. Did I mention we didn't have space suits? Nope. Lawrence had enhanced the personal force field programs. The mini ion generator that powered it also recycled CO2 to Oxygen. We could walk around Mars in our rompers.

We were going to walk around Mars in our rompers.

I don't think anyone wrote the chapter on cloaking devices and shields. I'll do that one of these days. They're freaking cool.

Damn it was going to be fun. I'll pass the pen to Aja. This was her project, not mine.

Ten minutes to launch

Aja here. Ten minutes to launch.

Ten freaking minutes.

How in the holy hell did my science project end up with me commanding a freaking Starship going to Mars?

Did no one notice that I was 9?

I guess not.

Then again our Minister of Defense was on board and she's 15-years-old.

What an interesting situation.

We had 300 people on board including crew and family.

OK. This is it.

"Engage," I said. Yes, we said engage. Why not?

We lifted up smoothly and left the atmosphere quickly. We had cameras setup all over the command deck and were live streaming our trip. I guess I was famous now. I'd been interviewed to death before we took off. It was good PR for our country. Most of the interviews went well. Some of them made an issue about my age but even that topic didn't seem to be a big deal for most outlets. Heck even the crew and their families were all so nice.

To me. The ship's captain.

I am pretty sure I might be dreaming.

There was really nothing for me to do right now. Actually, for the next two weeks. The team knew what to do. We had trained and trained. Everything we were going to do when we arrived at Mars was something we had done dozens of times on Earth and dozens of times on the moon. Mars should be remarkably similar. The operative word is should. At least we wouldn't have to subsist only on potatoes.

Please tell me you understood the reference.

I decided I needed a cup of coffee and asked Leslie if she'd like to join me. Yes, she had stood next to me on liftoff. Admirals do that on starships. OK I guess technically she was a general but still.

I, on the other hand, was a freaking admiral and the ship's captain. I'd designed a submarine. Now we were flying that submarine to Mars and somehow that actually made sense.

Coffee. We were going to get coffee. We sat at a table by the dome and I drew a monitor so I could watch key indicators. It was so cool that you could do that. We had invented so many new technologies. By the time I had my coffee we had passed the moon. You couldn't even tell we were moving.

"So how does it feel knowing you will go down in history as the first Starship Captain who led the first trip to Mars?" asked Leslie.

Wait. I will, won't I?

"A little freaky?" I admitted. "This was supposed to be a little project dreaming about the future. For class. Somehow I ended up here."

"I hope you got a good grade on your project," laughed Leslie.

"Not yet," I said. "Project isn't over yet. I'll do my final presentation when we get back." Leslie couldn't stop laughing.

"So, we are all just part of a science experiment?" said Leslie.

"I guess you are!" I said. And they had damn good coffee in my science experiment. Do you think I could win my school science fair?

"At the next booth, we have Aja, who is 9 and the captain of our first starship."

Nah. Nan and Tegan would probably win.

Walking the ship

Leslie here. Aja and I decided to walk the ship and do informal inspections. Nothing too serious. Just a little exercise and exploration. Aja clearly knew every inch of the ship, but I didn't. Crazy isn't it but she designed the thing. Oh, I mean the whole thing. She collaborated with Lawrence but there wasn't a module on this ship that didn't start from her designs. Her team often developed them further, but she was the genius.

All as her science project. We started in the farm module. If you remember this was Tavi's domain. It was hilarious to think of Tavi as a farmer but there you go. It was more science than farming. Most was hydroponic but not all. It was insane to walk into this giant space. It was tiered to make maximum use of the space. They sheer variety of plantings was incredible. We were going to eat well.

But it wasn't just plants. We were meat eaters. Oh, we could have just brought frozen foods but what's the fun of that? Good thing we have good air handling because the area with pigs, cows, goats, and chickens was rich with smells. We will go with that.

The first cow on Mars! OK we were not transporting animals to the surface. Too bad we didn't have a replicator.

"When are going to invent a replicator?" I asked Aja.

"Working on it," she replied, with a smile. Was she serious? Maybe.

We found Tavi and he gave us a tour. We invited him to dinner and to bring Amara. We got a nice smile in return.

Damn those animals smelled.

Next we were off to engineering. Lawrence's domain. Yeah we all called him Scotty and he was taking it well. Heck Nan was Spock. I'll bet you knew that engineering was spotless. Heck, the entire ship was spotless. The crew took their jobs seriously, no matter what their age. Engineering didn't really have much to do, since the technology was rock solid, so we found him in the break room playing cards. It appeared they had a rousing game of strip poker going on. When we walked in, Lawrence was leaning back in his chair getting a blow job from an adorable girl. I wasn't exactly sure what happened in the hand, since he was also blowing a young man who had a huge cock. Probably twenty something.

Engineering took fun breaks. It was a good thing we weren't live streaming all the break rooms. I walked over, being Leslie, and tugged the guy away from Lawrence. I bent over the table and flipped up my dress and did a little wiggle. He got my meaning.

Damn his cock was big. He lasted and lasted but I didn't. He finally came and I could tell it was huge. Before he even pulled out, I heard a small voice yell cleanup. I turned over and pulled myself up onto the table, at the edge. A young boy came over and let me tell you, he was good at it. He kissed a little to me, but most to Aja. After he was done, we did introductions.

The young girl that was blowing Lawrence was Tatiana. The young man that fucked me was Raul. The little boy was Osvaldo. He is 5 and had just turned it.

Well, I'm not 18 yet.

I was visiting engineering a lot.

I admit, I invited all four to dinner. Osvaldo had me lean down.

"Can I spend the night with you?" he said. "I'm a little scared. I didn't bring my parents."

"Sure," I said, knowing damn well he was playing me. I didn't care. The little dude has impressive oral skills. He can put me to sleep and wake me up. Tatiana had overheard. For , Tatiana was adorable. No, that's not fair. She's adorable for any age, which happens to be .

Raul didn't hear the exchange. I leaned over.

"My bed is full tonight, but can I get a raincheck?" I asked. Raul smiled and damn he has nice teeth. A nice cock too.

"At your pleasure General Princess Leslie," he said, in a formal voice, complete with a little bow. I admit I laughed.

"Dude, ya just fucked me. Leslie is fine," I said. Then I stroked his cock again. When I left, Tatiana was bouncing up and down on him.

Got it. Raul is only 16. How handy. Particularly for Osvaldo, who was standing up and offering his cock to both of them. Tatiana just swallowed him. Then Raul did too.

Oh, hell I invited Raul too. Did I mention the huge cock? At least an 11-inch (28 cm) monster.

Yes, our first night on the way to Mars and I arranged a bit of an orgy in my bed, with people I have never met.

Lawrence won't join us. He'll be with Aja. I hope. Surely they know it.

We walked on, and I was still dripping a little, but what the hell.

On to the gym. We wanted to see Amara. We got there and it was packed. There is really nothing to do on the actual trip, so we ran a light crew and everyone else was off. They all had varied sleep patterns, so we had 24/7 coverage. For example, Heather, Aja, and I are all off by eight hours. We each have a shift and we're the three most senior. Ergo, different sleep. We overlapped with each other, but not all three at the same time.

Darn it.

Amara took us on a short tour. State of the art, which you expected. The last stop was, wait for it, the wrestling room. Are you kidding? Lots and lots of fucking. Aja and I went in. Since we were both available, we could fuck, just not at the same time. Weird rules. Tomorrow those rules would be different. For one, I really want to go down on Aja, but seriously, what is the risk? Let's say I was in the middle of being fucked. Let's make it DP. I'm cumming and both cocks are too.

What's the worst that happens? I end up on the bridge naked and dripping? Who knows, maybe that's when we will meet the first aliens. Let's at least finish the picture. Let's go with three additional loads on my tits and pussy and one on my face and in my hair.

"My name is Princess Leslie," I say, in my most formal voice.

"Is that cum?" replies the alien.

Feels about right. Aja had to head back to the bridge, but I didn't. So, I found two incredibly cute cocks and a few more and did that exact scene. Hey, if that's how we meet aliens, I feel like I should be prepared. It turned out to be two in the front and two in the back and twelve all over me. That was enough. I'm sure you're expecting cleanup.

Come on. Leslie. You know me. I like to shock people and don't have any boundaries. I'm self-aware. I know all this.

Which is why I took Aja a cup of coffee at the command chair.

After all the people in the wrestling room cleaned me up, I showered, and put on a fresh uniform romper.

Come on. You loved the visual of me doing it, but not on this trip. Particularly given the bridge is being streamed live globally.

Or maybe that is a reason to do it.

Hmm.

The rest of the day was uneventful, which is your goal on a space flight. I ate in the mess, which is really a pretty damn upscale restaurant, but still. Finally, I adjourned to my suite for a quiet night.

Yeah, you didn't buy that either.

Osvaldo arrived first, wearing a very nice charcoal suit with a red rep tie, carrying a dozen roses. He was trying a little too hard.

"You're trying too hard," I said. "You know I'm married and they're both here tonight." He laughed.

"My mom made me pack the suit. She pictured formal dinners every night. It was silly, but it was important to her. This is a special event. I have the suit. I wore the suit. I am hopeful you'll take a selfie with me to send to my parents," he said.

I was wearing panties. Just panties. It seemed like a nice way to answer the door.

That's not the selfie we were going to send. I quickly texted the three others to dress in the nicest clothes they had. Being in the military, they all agreed without question. Actually, to be honest, they all replied with a smiley face. They were dressing just as I had. In their dress uniform. They're very nice and not rompers. Hunter and Hallie had brought nice clothes because, well, we like nice clothes.

We spent three hours faking a cocktail party and taking hundreds of pictures that we sent to all three sets of parents. Actually, we did have a fun cocktail party, with pictures, just no alcohol. Not on the ship. It didn't slow down our fun, because about 90 minutes in, we all started stripping. One item at a time to be removed by someone else, then a new selfie taken. This went on way too late and got more and more graphic. One of the later photos was me on my back with Raul kneeling between my legs. Osvaldo and Tatiana both have their tongues out, licking one of my nipples. Raul's cock is dripping one final drop of cum. The rest of it is on me, on Osvaldo, and on Tatiana. Just covered. It even catches a bit of cum on each of their tongues and even more on mine.

That shot is going into a show somewhere, sometime. For now, I had our news team create a poster size version. I hung it proudly in the living room of my cabin. I do laugh, because within 24 hours, every person on board asked for a print. They're everywhere now. I'm good with that. The nightly selfie event became an everyday thing, in the lounge. Yes, from well-dressed to freshly fucked. I ended up duplicating that post over and over with different groups of three.

I didn't mind.

We all slept well that first night and every night.

I should mention one more thing. Remember the first batch of selfies that ended in that photo? We'd sent the appropriate ones to all three of their sets of parents.

Later all three sent the entire rest of the set too. They're parents were quite proud of them. I love our culture.

This is kind of a technical chapter in the journal, but hopefully that gave you a flavor of the fun side of the trip. Ah! The flavor. Cum flavored.

I gotta tell Dad.

I got to do it too

Because of the shift schedule, the cocktail party was essentially 24/7. This is Aja. Hell yes, I duplicated that picture, in both roles. The lickee and the licker. Repeatedly. It's a fun project. Everyone needs a hobby.

Back on track Aja. I will admit Lawrence and I have ended up in bed together every night. Usually with a few others, but last night just us. I'm not even quite sure how, but I got the best night's sleep in months, just curled up with him. I loved it. I love him. I know it. I am pretty sure he knows it. We're just not sure how to figure out how to get there. I think we will. I know the age difference still freaks him out a bit. I get it. We'd be cross-generational and that's not common. It's not a problem, and happens, just not, well, commonly.

Now I'm discussing my freaking relationship. Shit. Back Aja.

We're in ORBIT

We're in orbit. Around Mars.

WE'RE IN ORBIT AROUND MARS. Sorry, it just felt worth shouting about. Leslie here.

Now the real work begins. I'm one of the pilots to deliver the habitats. It's actually quite simple. Just like the underwater modules, these have some level of mobility. The C-80 easily swallows one. We're building out fourteen interconnected modules.

To start.

The simplest solution was to bring fourteen C-80 planes. OK, we could have just gone back and forth, but that's time consuming and, well, we had the planes. We also have the pilots. I was making the first trip down and Aja, Lawrence, and I were going for a walk. We'd test both our space suit and our force field before anyone else. Aja insisted that she go out alone first. We argued a little, but she dug her heals and, rank or not, she is in command of the mission, so it was her decision. I love that she was able to make that decision. We all understand that she never expected anyone to actually pick her project. We closed and pressurized the hanger, and everyone got on board their planes. All fourteen of us would launch, but the other 13 would wait in orbit until we landed and deployed our module.

And went for a walk.

Thirteen. Maybe that wasn't our best choice, but we're not superstitious.

Are we?

Since the C-80 is full antigrav, we don't need wings or an atmosphere, so the process was pretty simple. We floated down to the surface but didn't quite land. We hovered with the landing gear just touching the surface. We didn't want to risk sinking into the ground, although we shouldn't. We all suited up and were ready when Aja dropped the ramp. The installation of the habitat was all computer controlled so we watched it lift up slightly and drift off the plane. It hovered over its spot and settled down gently.

All systems were go and the big light next to the main airlock glowed green.

Ready for humans.

Aja walked down the ramp, in her suit. At the bottom of the ramp, she walked around a bit, then deployed the shields around her suit.

And took off her suit. She was standing on Mars, in a romper, waving at us to come down.

It was a little hilarious. No, it was a lot hilarious. Lawrence and I walked down together and walked around a bit. We deployed our shields, and everything was perfect. We merged our fields, which is kind of cool. It not only gives us a backup ion generator, but a larger circle in which we can walk around. We took our suits off. Yes, of course I am in a romper. It's our uniform. Lawrence was just wearing his shorts and uniform shirt.

I'm not even sure we have a uniform with full length pants.

Lawrence came close to wearing a romper too. It would have been hilarious, but probably not historically appropriate.

As soon as we were all properly dressed, Aja ran and jumped into Lawrence's arms and gave him a huge kiss. Sure. The 9-year-old admiral is kissing the Chief engineer who is in his thirties.

Well. The world understands us a little better these days. Given there was tongue involved, you know.

We went through all the ceremonies and might edit the kiss out.

Oh, come on. You know we won't. We did finally turn off the feed, at least back to Earth.

Then we fucked. Yep. Lawrence fucked Aja, then me. Oh, we still had a live feed, just to the ship.

The first humans to fuck on Mars.

Our lives are fun. We finally put our clothes back on, reluctantly, and then the other ships dropped their modules. We interconnected them, which was simple, and finally went inside.

All the pilots joined us in the habitat, and everything was good.

So, we fucked more. Come on. You know our pilots, right? Ruby. Gabe. Nan. Raul. Maria. Heather. Tom. Jess. Alison. Colby. Nylah. Jessica. Bill.

Like my little sibs would let us go without them.

We got all settled in and then flew down the crew that will stay. I hopped up to get them, but we also have four of them fly an E-82 down and two flew an F-81. We didn't really think we would need fighters but wanted to run some training in both planes. All six could get them back to Earth, so that's a thing.

So now, imagine us onsite for a week with a few hundred people. The thirty-five that were going to stay wanted to maximize that week.

In other words, we fucked. And fucked.

It is kind of our thing.

I could run through the rest of the entire trip, and it is memorable, but I am sure you get the idea. Jupiter here we come!

We'll let someone else tell a story now. We made it back to Earth safely. We even figured out a last minute routing that was faster.

Off to Wisconsin

Luke here. Life is fucking weird. I went from being this little shit in foster care to having a loving family and learning to fly a freaking space plane. Come on, you know my family. Of course, I can fly the space plane. So can Cassie. They're pretty easy to fly. Cassie and I have been properly shamed into telling this story.

Oh, Cassie. Yeah, still a couple. We always would be. We knew it. She is freaking gorgeous and so sweet. I'm the luckiest guy in the world. And yes, she'd told me everything about her history and other than it making me sad, it sure didn't make a difference in our relationship. I read the journal entry about when they found out about me and the ones about her too, although she told me first. Yes, we were both broken.

Now we're not.

I thought I'd share the story about our month in Wisconsin. It was hilarious. A variation on a lot of stories you've already read. Young kids doing surprising things, but still fun, at least for us. It was all still pretty new to us. We were basically volunteers and once they finally figured out we were pretty competent, there was a lot to do. Our focus was our exhibit. There were a lot of freaking planes and pilots coming, so we needed a good layout and good organization. Most of the planes were just, you know, planes, so they had to land on actual runways. The ion planes were easier. I know Leslie talked about our taking the E-82s to the house during the show, but in the end we took the E-101 too. Remember, the 50-seat passenger jet? I think it did confuse the new neighbors just a bit when it settled onto the front lawn.

Yeah, particularly when only Cassie and I got out. We had to make sure it would work. I think the costumes might have thrown them. We were wearing gray pants and silver turtlenecks. Classic dystopian future clothes.

With Spock ears. Come on. You would have too. At least cut us some slack. We're young.

Hell yes, we play that card when it will help.

Damn, I'm all over the place. Let me try to put some order into the story.

OK. Let's start at the beginning. Leslie is pretty famous and the fact that she is young never bothered anyone. In fact, everyone seemed to have forgotten she was that young. Maybe it was the C cups. She's well-known as the Minister of Defense and has a PhD in Military strategy. She's a big dog and the world knows her. She had made the arrangements for our display at the air show, with the director of EAA, so everything was set. We had a big part of the taxiway, two large hangers, and some grassy areas around it. We'd calculated carefully the space we needed and everything from walkways, to bathrooms, etc. We had promised we would take on all the arrangements and costs of our areas. We also made a huge donation which was well-received. She had shared that two of her people would be here for a month, both volunteering in general, but mostly to setup our display. We had been and met them, so that would be fine. Cassie and I had put a schedule together for when each plane needed to arrive and in what order so they could be easily placed. For example, the six P51 fighters had to be in a spot they had access to the runway, because our team was doing an airshow with them. The VTOL ion planes didn't matter at all, because they could land on a dime and were not disruptive when they did. The tech was way cool.

Cassie and I were actually going to ferry many of the planes ourselves. Oh, not the regular planes. Those took forever. Just the planes that were fast. Everything from the F-61 to the E-111. Yeah, yeah, we could fly them all. In fact, the E-111 was the first plane we brought because of its placement in the display. No, that's not quite fair. I flew the E-111 and Cassie flew an E-82. We needed a plane to commute. It was a little silly though. The E-111 could have floated down as the last plane.

OK, I feel cool flying it. Yeah, the E-82 is fun, but come on, I'm an 8-year-old flying an airliner. The C-112 is even more fun! I'd get that later.

So, let's start with the day we arrived. Leslie thinks she's funny. She's not. She didn't tell the organizers that the two experienced pilots would be ferrying planes, volunteering, and arranging our display was us.

Thanks Leslie. Decidedly not funny.

We landed both planes in their spots, and there was a small group of people waiting to greet us. I'd flown the E-111 and happened to come down the stairs first. I walked up to the group and reintroduced myself, and they were polite, but clearly waiting for someone else. You know how it works. Cassie came down the stairs of her plane and they perked up. Cassie is beautiful and was wearing a romper and looked older than 12 years old, but not adult older. Still clearly a kid. She introduced herself and they were still clearly waiting.

That's when I realized what Leslie had done. She's a brat. A real brat. I explained that we were the volunteers and I admit I was surprised that they accepted it pretty easily once it was explained. I guess the accomplishments of Dionysus kids were getting to be a little better known. The fact that we'd floated from the sky in close to a billion dollars' worth of planes didn't hurt. We quickly got involved and they picked up on our ability to actually help. We worked with local vendors to get the displays built, the bathrooms arranged, and everything else. We worked hard and they knew it. We also spent money freely, on simple things like having lunch brought in for the volunteers every day. Pizza was popular, but we stretched their palates a bit too. One day we had outstanding Thai food brought in. There was a lot of pushback, but we suggested they try it. Yeah, it disappeared in a flash and yes we had it flown in from New York. Other days we sampled area restaurants. Most didn't cater but made exceptions for the right money. It was fun to let our friends try things they normally wouldn't. Most were part of the JetsonEats program too.

Probably the thing for which we were the proudest was that we encouraged the other volunteers to bring their kids with them. We promised we would be responsible for them and put them to work. Yeah, it took a few days of our hard work for them to even listen, but the fourth day two volunteers showed up with their kids. They each had two and they introduced them to us and walked off to do their projects. All four kids looked confused.

"They're leaving us here?" said a girl of about 9 or 10. We explained the situation and they were all both stunned and excited. Oh, the girl was Abigail and she was 10-years-old. In fact, her birthday was the day after Cassie's. She was cute, in shorts and a t-shirt. No visible development yet, but a little flirty. I wondered...

We'll see. We had to be careful.

Abigail's brother was Brady. He was 11-years-old and big for his age. I wondered if he was big for his age. You know Cassie wondered too.

The other two kids were 7-year-old Kylie who was an outgoing little cutie and handsy. Just adorable. Her brother was 9-year-old Carson. He wasn't that much bigger than me, so a little on the small side. He was even more handsy and not just with Cassie either. He even gave us both a hug. Cassie told me later than he groped her. I wasn't surprised, given he'd ground his hard little cock into mine. I suspected it was a test and given we didn't react at all, I figured we'd passed. We'll see.

They all freaked when they found out I was 8 and Cassie was 12 and we were here by ourselves. They'd see. Today was actually a big day. We had a lot of planes landing and had to move them around.

Oh, and all four of the kids knew each other. Cassie and I were both getting a vibe that they knew each other. We trusted the vibes at home, because they were always right, but we would be careful.

Just then the BFP landed with the C5A on top. Pretty much everything going on at the airport stopped to watch. It was one hell of a sight. It had to be one of the first, given where it was going to go. It taxied over and I used those weird flashlight things to guide them right into their spot. The ramp came down and to my huge surprise Chris and Leslie came down.

Clearly all four kids recognized them from the fact that they were struck mute and their jaws had dropped. They came running over and Leslie swept me up in a hug and Chris hugged Cassie.

"Little bro! We've missed you. Who are your friends?" said Leslie.

"She's your sister?" said Abigail. "Your fucking sister?" Well, that was more accurate than she knew, but I just replied that yes, they both were. We did the introductions and Chris and Leslie put all four of the kids at ease. They were so good at that. Many Presidents have that skill.

Yes, President Chris was visiting in her romper. I have no idea how.

"Wait, wait, wait a minute," said Kylie. "If you're their brother than you're a freaking prince." How do you even reply to that? I just smiled. Cassie hugged me.

"He's my prince," she said, then she realized that might have been a bit much and let go. Just then a flight of six P-51s landed, all at once, side-by-side on the runway. It was awesome. An E-82 landed too and Pari got out. One after the other, all the older planes landed. You saw the list in Leslie's post. Pari was here to ferry all the pilots back to Europe. They were hired guns, so to speak. She said she'd be back later, since she was a ferry pilot for an F-77. She said that Horacio, Maite, and Nan would be here shortly. I suggested that they all spend the night and she brightened and said she'd let them all know.

"She's 11-years-old and she just agreed to stay the night?" asked Brady. "Her parents will be OK with that?" I had to explain that she didn't even need to ask her parents and that she lived in her own house. Throughout the afternoon more planes arrived, and we staged them in the right spots. The Osprey was cool, landing vertically. Old tech now, but still cool. Everyone headed home except for the four I mentioned were staying.

The day wound down and the kid's parents came over. We did the introductions of the four new pilots and you could tell they were shocked, particularly by Nan. Who the hell wouldn't be shocked? A few months ago, I would have told you this whole story was ludicrous.

"They're all spending the night at Luke and Cassie's house," said Kylie. "Can we spend the night too?" She was floored when her mom said that would be fine, particularly given we knew that her mom was aware there were no adults. Abigail and Brady's dad agreed too, and both sets of parents left.

"They left," said Abigail. "They just left. They said yes. What the hell?" I guess we'd had an impact in a few days. We all fit in an E-82, but it seemed like a good day to see if the E-111 would fit. After all, the E-101 did. If it didn't, we'd just come swap it for the E-82. We didn't think we'd do a space trip on the first day with the kids anyway, cool as it would be. Maybe tomorrow. We had a feeling they'd be coming back. We took off and it was a short flight to the house. We landed on the driveway quite easily. It was funny, we'd been in the house for a few days, but had been working so hard we hadn't met any of the neighbors yet. Something about landing your bigger airliner in the driveway brought out the neighborhood. Imagine that! Yes, we changed into our ears and outfits. We hadn't quite thought it through, because we did it in the passenger compartment, in front of the other kids. Given we were both commando, they got a little show. We both stood up, pulling on the pants and realized they were all watching. It wouldn't have been so bad, but we saw them on the way up and now we were standing there, startled, basically flashing our privates at them. Then again, we'd both take off our shirts, so Cassie was flashing her A cups too.

They all moaned. Together. Is that a jinx moment? Kylie thought so, because she shouted it. Then she broke convention and came up and gave me an incredibly passionate kiss. Then she did the same to Cassie. Somehow in the process my cock got a few strokes and Cassie has a small orgasm.

While everyone watched. We finally straightened ourselves up and went down the stairs.

The families on both sides spilled out of their houses and came over. The house on the left was a cute couple, probably in their thirties, with one kid Collin, who was 11 years old. Collin knew the kids on the other side, Thirties-year-old Trevor and Forties-year-old Peyton. All three kids were fit and good looking. Peyton even had little puffies going on in her tank top. Her tight, thin tank top. I liked that. So did Cassie.

We all got to talking and I mentioned we were doing steaks on the grill and invited both families. It took some prodding, but they all eventually agreed. We went through the house to the back, by the pool, where we had a nice outdoor kitchen. There were seventeen of us now, with the adults, so I put a big pot on to boil a few pounds of shrimp and got the steaks out of the refrigerator. Yeah, we liked steaks, so we easily had seventeen nice ribeyes. Cassie wrapped up some veggies to grill and had a couple of the kids slicing vegetables for a salad. We were all working away when Trevor's mom asked the inevitable question.

"So will your parents be home soon?" she asked. Well this was awkward.

"Our parents are not with us," I said. "Just the two of us. Cassie and I are volunteers at the airshow for the month. These four are kids of other volunteers and those four are ferry pilots who flew in some of our display planes." I had pointed out the two groups of kids.

"You are ferry pilots," said the other mom. "I just realized. Who flew the airliner?"

"I did," I said.

"Sure, sure," she said. "You're living here for a month and flew your airliner to the house. Got it." She shook her head, but to my surprise both sets of parents seemed to accept it once they realized we were from Dionysus. In fact, one of the Dad's gave Cassie what was clearly a leer when he heard the word Dionysus. Hmm.

I heard a splash and looked over and several of the kids had jumped into the pool, but that's not what caught my eye. Peyton was on the diving board about to jump in.

Naked. Holy shit she was beautiful. I glanced at Cassie and she was just as entranced. Peyton's mom noticed we were looking.

"Yeah, it's hard to keep the kids in clothes in the summer," she said. "I hope that's alright." Cassie even more bold than I was.

"It's absolutely fine," she said. "Are you nudists as well?" All four adults exchanged glances, then Peyton's mom answered.

"Actually, we are," she said. "It's pretty common around the lake. I hope you don't find that offensive." Cassie answered, but not with words. She took off her clothes. Peyton's mom laughed.

"I guess you don't," she said, and stripped too. That's how we all ended up having a nice dinner sitting around the table naked. My vibe was going strong, but we were so careful in the US. Just the looks I was getting from Peyton's mom were interesting. Peyton's dad got more and more handsy and a little more. He had a few beers. At one point, he was leaning over the table to get something and rubbed his cock right in the crack of my ass. Collin's dad saw it and had a little smirk on his face. Not five minutes later, he did the same thing to Pari.

You probably shouldn't push Pari. She turned and looked him in the eye.

"Planning on doing something with that?" she asked. He got flustered, but he also got hard. She just laughed and turned back to her steak.

We had over three more weeks here. My prediction was he would get to use that cock before we left, but not tonight.

We finished dinner and Cassie suggested a boat ride.

Of course, there was a boat. Have you met my dad? This time he went with Formula 350 Crossover bowrider. It's quite nice. More of a play boat than one of his small yachts, but still awfully big for the lake. It was another of Dad's experimental boats. This one was all electric, driven by an ion generator. Yeah, it was fast. Brutally fast, but we were careful with it.

But we had to ask one of the freaking adults to drive. No way around the requirement to be 16 years old. We could drive cars all we wanted, but not boats. Airliners, no problem. Stupid.

We got on the boat and Collin's dad took the wheel. Oh, his name was Christian. I needed to explain how it all worked, but he was a bit pompous and clearly didn't want to ask. He'd turned the key but, to him, nothing happened. He was looking around. Pari walked up. Oh, this was going to be sweet. Oh, he leered for a bit. Let's face it, Pari is incredibly beautiful and she was naked.

"Need any help?" she asked in a syrupy sweet voice. He shook his head no, but finally relented.

"The engine won't start," he said. She smiled at him.

"I'll tell you what," she said. "You just sit there, and I'll show you." Oh shit, she just sat in his lap, right on his cock. That's just mean Pari. We had already cast off, so she backed it off the lift. You could tell he was confused. She was fidgeting in his lap. Cruel, Pari, cruel.

"It's all electric," she said. She took the boat up on plane and was bouncing a bit on his lap. All of the sudden she got a shocked look on her face, then a smile. What the...

Oh shit. He'd slipped inside her. He was fucking her right there on the boat. He clearly didn't last long, since I know what the O face looks like. She hopped up and left him there but threw a towel on his sticky cock. He tried to wipe it off without anyone noticing. I was the only one that did, I was sure.

You little minx.

Christian's wife Avery walked up and was talking to Pari. I was still just watching. Oh boy. Pari was leaking down her leg. Cum. Avery noticed and Christian was just so focused on looking forward. Avery reached over and picked up the towel. He hadn't done a great job wiping it off. This could be bad.

Oh. Avery smiled. She leaned down and scooped the cum off Pari's leg and stuck her finger in her own mouth.

"You kids are fun," she said. Well yes, yes we are. Pari didn't respond but took Avery's hand and led her down the stairs into the small cabin. The only word I heard as they went down the stairs was cleanup.

Yep. We're fun. I'm no idiot. I followed them down the stairs and closed the door. Avery saw me and smiled. I watched Avery cleanup Pari and kiss it all to her. Then it was my turn. I couldn't with Avery, by our rules, but Pari...

Oh, I slid right in. You knew I did. Collin came in and watched, then I came hard. Nothing, of course, but Collin felt the need to do cleanup anyway. Pari didn't mind. Then Collin fucked her and yes, he could cum. Avery's turn again.

Yep. Fun new friends.

We were going to enjoy the rest of our stay. We got cleaned up and went upstairs. Pari got everyone's attention.

"I think we should go back now," said Pari. "We having everything we need to make s'mores for dessert." Oh hell, our entire group knew exactly what that meant. The rest of them would soon.

They would like it.

The tasty chocolate treat

Pari here. Hell yes, they'd like it. I honestly hadn't meant to fuck Christian. It had truly been an accident. On one particularly large bounce, the positioning was right, and I slid right on. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Not that it mattered once we broke out the s'mores. Let's just say everyone fucked everyone and it was damn clear that not a single one of them was new to this. Who knew? Of course, we stayed in the rules, which didn't limit all that much. Really only Kylie and Luke were out of bounds for the bigger group. Nobody was for me. I sampled everyone. Every. Single. One. No, I don't just mean the newcomers. Every. Got it?

Come on. I'm 11 years old, have the sexiest damn puffies this side of Chris, and am insatiable. I am quite the catch.

If only someone would pursue me. Sorry, a little self-evaluation there.

Finally, we were all worn out in oh so many ways and just crashed. After all, those of us that flew in today were living eight time zones later. I fell asleep out on a lounge chair under the stars snuggled with Trevor. I saw Horacio on the next lounge Cassie. That meant Luke was with someone else. I looked around.

Yeah, he was asleep with Peyton. Dude. Puffies. We get it. Hell, I'd trade with him, although Trevor is pretty cool. Puffies is a draw for everyone.

I should know.

The four of us that ferried planes decided to stay for a few days to help. Yeah, no one cared. Oh, we let someone know.

The next morning, we got up and Luke had made a big breakfast buffet for everyone. I'd forgotten it was Saturday. He and Cassie planned on a half day at the airport, so we all piled on with them, even the neighbors. Why not? We landed back at the show and Luke landed it just perfectly. Did you expect anything else from Leslie's brother? We were all dressed pretty casually. The girls were all in tight little rompers and the boys in gym shorts and tank tops. Yeah, we looked good. Our new friends had all gotten their clothes from our closet, so they looked good too. I am pretty sure everyone picked a size too small.

Maite looked good. Damn girl. After all, she's an old maid of 14. Those nipples. My God those nipples. She'd chosen a white romper and I'm pretty sure she did it on purpose. She spent the day with her nipples poking out.

Everybody liked it.

Luke had arranged a lot of planes to arrive today, so it was busy moving everything around. Somehow a plane had gotten there at the wrong time and it was going to be a problem. Luke ran over to the BFP and lowered the ramp. Oh, got it. The crane was onboard. He drove it down and we helped him attach the straps. Everyone there stopped what they were doing to watch as Luke lifted a B-52 up and over the 747.

It was pretty fucking cool to watch. Luke left it out and offered that if anyone needed a plane moved, we could help. Lifting a B-52 over a 747 that has a C5A on top establishes some capability. Today was an interesting day though, since the U-2 and SR-71 both arrived. Yeah they drew a crowd of volunteers, but not as much as the F-81 that arrived.

Then Luke had an idea. It was a bit radical, but he asked the parents of our new friends and all the kids were just blown away when their parents agreed and thought it was a great opportunity.

What did Luke suggest?

He signed up Bob's family quarters on the space station for the rest of the weekend. So, Luke, Cassie, Maite, Nan, Horacio and I were hosting Collin, Trevor, and Peyton and Abigail, Brady, Carson, and Kylie for a weekend on a space station.

We were going to fuck a lot. You knew we were. Six boys, seven girls. From 6 to 14.

In space.

Yeah, it did sound like bad porn. It wasn't though. It was going to be good porn.

I'll pass the pen back to Luke.

Porn in space

Luke here. I honestly didn't think they'd say yes. They'd agreed to so much I wanted to push their buttons.

Buttons pushed.

And they freaking said yes. There is no question that everyone in our group knew exactly what the Space Gamma was all about. Thirteen kids heading to space. Right now. We all loaded up into an E-82. The kids asked about clothes and seemed fine with my answer that we probably wouldn't wear many.

That was encouraging. I was going to do a lap around the world, but why? We were going to the space station. I'd just turn off the artificial gravity whenever we wanted. We got their pretty quickly and Cassie led them all right where I expected her to.

Into the master bedroom. No, no, not to fuck, to look out the giant two story window.

Then we'd fuck.

The fact that Cassie started undressing might have been a hint. We were all naked in less than thirty seconds. Kylie and Peyton came over and took my hands and pulled over to the bed. I saw Cassie's smirk, but then Collin and Horacio took her hands and they got on the bed right beside us. Kylie and Peyton clearly had experience with each other because Peyton got on the bottom and Kylie on the top. Then she wiggled her cute little butt. Well, I had already fucked Peyton and not Kylie yet. Collin laid on his back next to Kylie and Peyton and started kissing them both. Cassie settled down onto his cock. In her ass. Gosh, that left a spot for Horacio. Yep, DP right next to us. I got to kiss Horacio which was nice. Taking Horacio in the ass requires persistence.

I know from experience.

Wow. And we hadn't even left our suite yet. There are over 200 Gamma members on board and kids usually outnumber adults 2:1. Kids meaning under 18. I can't play over 18 but Cassie can, and I just love to watch. And clean her up. That's allowed.

Yum. We took a nap. We had too. We had a long day and we switched 6 time zones to the station. We slept through night and forced ourselves up by 0800. See, even an American kid can figure out 0800. Now 2028 is confusing. 20 - 12 =... You get the idea. Don't get me started on Celsius.

OK, that was a hugely useless tangent.

We all took quick showers and decided we'd go for a swim before breakfast. Has no one mentioned the entire module that is a swimming pool? When we got there, it was during a period of clear. That's probably not the right terminology, but it means that the sides and bottom of the pool are clear. The water is crystal clear too. So, when you're swimming face down, you look through the pool and see the Earth. It is disorienting, so they have some hours where it darkens to a regular pool bottom. I asked everyone and they were game to try it. There were probably a dozen people in the pool. Not a swimsuit in sight. No, I missed two people. There was a pretty big guy sitting on the clear steps, bouncing a 10-year-old on his cock. Sexy AF. He's reached around and was stroking the 10-year-old's cock.

You had assumed, hadn't you? He saw me watching and waved me over.

"Do you want a turn with him?" asked the man. "Do you want to top or bottom?"

I'm pretty confident they're father and son, because they have the same dark brown skin. Oh, I was in. I bent over and the boy lubed me up and slid right in. I realized as he was pounding me, and all of my new friends were the audience that I hadn't had the lots of same sex and it is ok talk with. Apparently I made it performance art. He was quite good at it and eventually pulled out and came all over my back.

"I call cleanup," said Peyton. She was quite complete in her role. She licked off the boy's cock and the man's cock, then licked all the cum off my back, kissing it to all three of us. Then she rolled over on her knees and looked at me and growled. Yes growled. I had to ask her to tell me what she wanted. Consent.

She wanted a hard fast fuck from me, followed by the dad. Damn. The dad had a 10-inch (25.5 cm) extra thick BBC.

Never did learn their names. At Gamma, sometimes you don't.

Naptime. We finally headed back to Earth on Monday and landed right at the event grounds with our new volunteer crew.

The actual show itself was uneventful. We all dressed appropriately, and a ton of people flew in. The house was packed. I was forced to sleep next door at Peyton's, with Cassie. Rough. We did buy the lake itself and declared all property abutting the lake to be consulates. On the day after the show we had a big barbeque and invited all the lakefront owners.

It turned into quite a party, in Wisconsin. Maybe I'll come back to that story.

I'm off to the Netherlands

To attend a college graduation. For someone I have never met. A kid from Belgium named Laurent.

Oh, this is Jessica.

I am sure you are wondering why. Or you're already finding this boring. You see Laurent is about to graduate from the Eindhoven University of Technology. In Electrical Engineering.

Laurent is 9. He's getting tons of press, which I admit all of us find hilarious. He would just be normal in our world, but he's done it in the real world. I want to meet him. He's cute too. Maybe I am being a bit forward, but I made Mom add him to my exception list. A girl can hope, right?

I really wanted to be low-key, so I parked my plane nearby. It was a beautiful day, so I walked over to the campus. I was dressed up, in a nice dress, and kind of mingled in with some families so no one would really notice me. While my older sibs are pretty well-known, Mom and Dad have kept us a little more out of the press. Thank goodness. The crowd was growing, and I had my ticket. I tagged right behind a good size family and slid right in. I found my seat in plenty of time. I wasn't exactly sure why I was here. I doubted that I would even get to meet him. Let's face it, he is going to be popular. There is a big party after graduation, out on the quad, so that's my best bet. The graduation was uneventful, except for the press. I had to laugh. I think it is cool Laurent has done this, but I'm 4 and I have my PhD now. I guess we're a bit insulated from the world still.

The graduation was over, and everyone headed out to the party. I walked around for a bit and finally saw him. He looked so uncomfortable. There were so many hangers-on and a lot of media. He looked overwhelmed. Somehow he looked my way and our eyes met. I think everyone was a little startled when he took off at a run.

Towards me. He skidded to a halt right in front of me.

"May I have a hug please?" he asked. I resisted the temptation to rip his clothes off and gave him a nice big hug. We held it long enough for his parents to have caught up with us. They looked confused.

"Did you come for me?" he asked. Taking a page from Dad's playbook, I just nodded. He actually did a little dance.

"Is this a friend of yours?" asked his Mom.

"Oh, I hope so," said Laurent, in a surprisingly husky voice. Something tells me Laurent is brilliant for a lot of the same reasons our kids are.

Somehow the kid is a player.

Laurent introduced me. I admit the fact that his dad got hard and scoped me out implied just a little bit more. I decided to go all in. It would work or it wouldn't.

"We'd like to offer Laurent an opening at one of our schools. We believe the pace will be perfect for him," I said. The fact that all three of them moaned was encouraging.

"You'll also be able to continue what you're doing without the risks you are currently taking," I said. I could see both parents were going to protest but stayed silent.

"That's the secret, isn't it?" said Laurent. "That's why I'm so smart."

The kid can follow a logic path.

"We think so," I said. "Perhaps the two of us could experiment." This time I gave him my best leer. I loved that he laughed. I think his mom had a small orgasm. I think his dad might be close.

"Do you have plans after the event? Could I steal you for a few hours? Perhaps for dinner?" I asked. They all agreed. I laughed that Laurent kept switching between Dutch, German, and French. Yeah, like that was an issue for me.

"If you're testing me with languages, you're not going to win," I said.

"Is that a challenge?" he asked. Oh, I love confidence, but come on.

"Seems like it," I said.

"What's the bet?" asked his mom. Oh, Mom is a player too.

I just raised my eyebrows at Laurent, and he laughed. He thought for a minute.

"If I win, we spend the weekend together, doing everything we both know how to do," he said, with a smile. I thought about it for a minute. OK, that was for show.

"And if I win?" I said.

"Then we spend the weekend together, doing everything we both know how to do," he said, still smiling. I stuck out my hand and his parents both laughed.

I let him lead. He did know more than I expected, including Mandarin. He was up to about eight languages and I admit, I was getting bored. Hey, I'm 4. We get bored.

So, I hit him with Yoruba.

"Now come on," said Laurent. "You're just making noises." His mom laughed.

"Sorry honey," said his mom. "She's got you on that one. That's Yoruba." Then she rattled off some Yoruba. It turns out she is a professor of languages.

We had a little exchange and I admit we both laughed. She'd asked me when we were going to get married.

I replied that he needed to meet Bill first, because if I got married, Bill did too.

I'm sure they two men wondered why his mom moaned. This time her orgasm wasn't small. For some reason Laurent moaned too. Probably because his mom did.

Jessica came to my graduation

I admit I was surprised how forward I was. I'm kind of shy, but somehow with Jessica I wasn't. It just felt like something was there. I can't wait to meet Bill. Yeah, yeah, bisexual. You see I do know Yoruba. I was just ready to lose. Somehow that would work in my favor. I do love my mom though.

She's the one that taught Yoruba to me. Thanks for playing along Mom.

We stayed for the party and a few people recognized Jessica, but not many. I think most thought I had a sister.

Damn she's sexy. Sorry, that just popped out. But she is.

Finally, the party wound down and Jessica said to follow her. I'd follow her anywhere. Yeah, follow. She's got a cute little ass.

Who doesn't love a cute little ass? Sorry Dad and Mom. No cute little ass for you. At least this one. Well, they did walk with me and enjoy the view.

I seem to be unfocused. We came around a corner and there was a freaking Star Wars plane in a parking lot. I've heard about them, but it is not like you see one in a parking lot.

Until you do.

The stairs folded down as we approached. That was nice of the pilot. They're really attentive.

Except the plane was empty. Oh yeah, we all stared.

"So, you're the pilot?" I asked. Jessica just nodded. She nods a lot. She had me sit in the co-pilot seat and my parents got to sit in the jump seat. Then she turned to us.

"OK, time to be blunt. We can go anywhere in the world for dinner. Nothing is far away," said Jessica. "Or, we can have lunch at a nice resort restaurant in space. I suspect that sounds appealing, but you need to understand that the restaurant is in a Gamma resort. Things will be happening at dinner. You'll see things that you've never seen before. You know our rules. Everyone knows our rules. Anything within those rules is going to be happening."

The grins on their faces likely answered the questions.

"OK, a few questions," I said. I was just Mr. Confident today.

"Will we get to play too?" I asked. Jessica nodded.

"What is an exception?" I asked. Jessica laughed.

"It means that even though I am 4, I can have a 7-year-old exception for specific people. That means I can do anything a 7-year-old can do," said Jessica. Yeah I moaned. So did Mom and Dad.

"But you didn't ask the right follow-on question," she said, smiling. I thought for a minute.

"Am I on your exception list?" I asked. She smiled and nodded.

"Damn," said Mom and Dad. Jessica was clearly waiting for something. Then she explained the significance of the word jinx.

Mom and Dad put on a little show. Jessica has now seen my Mom's tits and my Dad's cock. We hadn't even taken off.

Yay.

You never know who will be there

Jessica again. We got up pretty fast. I did fly around a bit so we could swim in the back, but we didn't play. We're going to a Gamma resort.

Plenty of opportunity.

In fact, I hope they weren't going to freak out, but when we got to the station, there were a lot of planes floating nearby. We stopped building more air locks. We just sent the plane off to float nearby. We pulled into an open dock and walked in. This one came through the kitchen into the main living room of the family quarters. Remember when I told them that they might see things they've never seen before.

That time is now. Every single one of my siblings, all their significant others, plus Mom and Dad. Oh, Ruby and her clan. There is Carlina and hers.

Oh, they were all here, but had, um, rearranged. I'll give you an example. Mom was getting just pounded by Tavi. Underneath was Tegan. Dad, on the other hand, was on his back. Sitting on his cock was Pari and Grace was on his face. They were not only making out, but Jesse was standing next to them and sliding his cock between their lips. Just as we watched, Noah walked up to the other side and slid his in too.

The centerpiece was Orlando, on his knees, getting pounded by Gabe. Who was getting pounded by Luke.

Cassie was underneath Orlando.

"Your family is fun," said Laurent. I turned and there he was. All naked. Seemed like a good idea, so now I am naked and so are his parents. Mom saw us and came over and introduced herself. She is covered with cum. Leaking out of both spots. All over her tits. On her face. A lot in her hair.

"May I lick you?" asked Laurent. Mom took Laurent's hand after making sure that his parents gave him permission. She pulled him over to a nice lounge and she laid back. He got on his knees and straddled her. He started licking and licking.

And licking. He looked up briefly and saw Hunter. Damn Hunter looks good.

"Excuse me," Laurent said, so politely. "Would you please fuck me? Perhaps Jessica could get me ready."

Yeah, I got him ready and Hunter just pounded him. That gave me plenty of time to get ready.

For my turn. And you get nothing. Still little, remember? Let's just say Laurent and his parents had a memorable experience and seemed well-suited to the Dionysus lifestyle. I'm pretty confident that Mom and Dad would agree, given what I saw them do with Laurent and his parents. Pari was in the mix too. Pari needs to be with Mom and Dad. The freaking idiots.

Laurent and his family were going to spend some time checking out all the campuses. We gave them new phones that were ion-powered and had a full-suite of apps, including the ability to call for planes.

This is going to be a nice short entry. I will mention that Laurent indeed got to meet Bill. I'll let you imagine Bill's spot.

Laurent was in the middle of the train at the time.

Fun.

I might even have found my first boyfriend. Maybe.

My night of 40 cocks

Holy Mother. It was a throw away fantasy. Something that was a family joke. Mom with forty cocks.

I wasn't serious.

I'm so sorry. I am new at this. I'm Sarah. My husband Mike, our daughters Lianna and Madison, and I met Tomas and Hunter. Spent the weekend. Filmed an Avengers movie. Our daughter attacked and captured a terrorist. There's some shit there we don't quite understand yet.

Just an average vacation. We've stayed in touch and are seriously considering the move to Robertville. No one is pressuring us and both girls are in DCU. Dionysus Chicago. That's one of the reasons that Clearwater is DUC. DCU was in use. They'll need more letters soon.

Sorry. Nervous. I'm narrating my own story real-time. The family and I landed a couple hours ago in Robertville. Tomas had picked us up. He surprised us that we weren't going to stay in Robertville. Then again he brought his wife, which was a little overwhelming too.

Ruby.

Who I can confidently say is the nicest person on the planet and I think our entire family is pretty damn nice.

Seriously though. She is like a human chill pill. I admit that I am pretty freaked out right now even though I know that if I want to stop at any time, even before it starts, no one will give me a hard time. A hard time. I made a sex pun.

I am so freaked out I am making up bad jokes. You'd think I was a dad.

I think it helped the tone that we all got big hugs and kissed from both Tomas and Ruby. I think Madison liked it. We all stood around and watched Madison and Ruby kiss for easily ten minutes. They only stopped when they both rolled through a pretty powerful orgasm.

They were completely clothed. No touching. Just kissing.

I want that superpower.

I went back in for another kiss. Hey, I'm nervous. It did not take ten minutes. Ruby had me up and over in under a minute. All she did was gently hold the sides of my face and kiss me.

Whoa.

It did calm me down! We got on the plane and we got to sit in the jump seat. On the way there, Madison was taking the left seat and on the way back Lianna was. Tomas had taught them both to fly.

Our freaking kids can fly a space plane. I think back to that fateful day in LA when we were spending money that we didn't have, on our credit card, to go to a restaurant we couldn't afford, hoping to see someone modestly famous. We knew better, but this was a rare trip.

Let's see. We met Tomas and Hunter, who paid for everything. We met three Avengers and are in the movie. Pretty prominently. We spent the week, had an incredible time, and since then Tomas has come back enough to teach the girls to fly a space plane.

Did I mention we got back last Thursday?

I am learning a new pace to life. It is exciting. Which is why I am going to have my night of 40 cocks. You know just a bit about how tonight went from an earlier post, but it was so much more fun than that. I'll let the girls tell their stories too. Over 20. Each. They both would have gone on but ran out of cocks. Those darn men and their limitations.

But we'll get there. Tomas had actually been working with me to plan the event. He asked me to help him make a list of the forty men, either people I knew and wanted to invite or people I knew by reputation or name. I had to have him explain that.

"Just what I said," said Tomas. "Someone you've heard of that intrigues you. Heck use King Bob. If you find him sexy, I'll invite him. I can't promise he can come that night, but knowing Bob, it is very likely he would find a way, and he'd bring Amy as your bonus."

"Anyone," he added, with a smile. "Don't forget the women too. Forty men requires forty women for cleanup."

"Morgan and Sophia. Orlando and Grace. Gabe and his quad. Ruby and her quad," I said, moaning them out. By the time we had this conversation, Tomas had let me read the entire journal. All four of us had.

Holy shit. We might have joined a sex cult, but we were OK with that.

The kids and Mike were with me when we made this list and they added people that intrigued them too. We should have thought ahead and ordered extra cocks. God, I'm treating this like a cock drive-thru.

Do they have a cock drive-thru? That would really be an awesome thing to have. They could have a line of four or five naked Men. Naked women too, for that matter. You could drive up, chat for a bit, see if anyone clicks and then go home for a night of passion. Anyone that was interested could go through the drive-thru or be in the drive-thru. It was just two ways to accomplish the same goal. Being in the drive-thru gave you more opportunity for choices.

Tomas started laughing at this point. Yes, we know by now he can read us.

"That is a simply outstanding idea," said Tomas. "Can you imagine Saturday night? It's the real-life version of Tinder, except that it is all people that pretty much love everybody and it is right out in the open that the goal is a good fuck. Maybe a movie. A fuck and a movie."

Sure. A fuck and a movie. Why hasn't life always been a fuck and a movie?

Still liking this sex cult thing.

I need to focus now. I realized as I was writing this on the plane that we were headed west, not east. I asked and Tomas jumped in.

"We've got a new place on Vancouver Island in British Columbia," said Tomas. "Amara found it a few days ago and picked it up."

Picked up a new little place that could accommodate almost a hundred people.

"It might be a little cramped. We might have to put more in each bed. Darn," said Lianna.

Darn is right.

We landed and the place was simply incredible. It was more of a small hotel than a house. It had a central building with some incredible rooms, plus cottages. The cottages were one and two bedroom so would hold larger groups. Lianna showed me in the app how you could sign up, in a house, for just a spot in a bed. You would get randomly assigned other people in your bed. If it was crowded, it could be a little cramped. While you didn't have to, every single person would be open to a night of passion.

Mike and I were signing up as soon as Lianna and Madison could fly us. We could all four go to Paris but end up with totally different people. You can even change every night.

I hope they finish soon. I'm sure I'll journal that too.

It's party time

It's time. Oh God, it's time. Am I going to chicken out? Why? Why would I when I can stop anytime. We had dinner and everyone was hanging out in the main room.

Showtime.

I climbed up on the table and stripped. Well, not that much. All I had on was panties. I did make sure to turn my back to the crowd when I took off my panties.

Might as well give them a show. I turned around and said the fateful words.

"I declare a gangbang!" I said, to cheers.

Then they all lined up. I waved over Tomas.

"Tomas," I said. "There must be 50 people in that line." He looked at the line and turned back, smiling.

"Yep," he said. "Some friends showed up. Go as a long as you want and stop. If anyone comes up, for any role, and they just don't do it for you, just politely say "no thanks". No one will be offended. We all understand everyone's chemistry is different. It takes a while to appreciate all body types, so if you'd prefer, for now, to exclude a certain type, let me know. Do you have an upper or lower age limit? A weight or BMI limit? You might not be ready for the big black guy or the Asian guy or the Hindu woman. No one will take offense at anything."

I thought about it for a minute and looked at the line.

"Nope," I said. "They all are sexy as hell." They were. It was a level of confidence. The fourth or fifth guy in line was Big, with a capital B. I admit, there wasn't an initial physical appeal, but then I saw how everyone else treated him. Men, women, girls, boys, they all came up to say hi. Every single one gave him a big hug and a pretty passionate kiss, including Amy and Bob. Amy even whispered in his ear and he laughed.

And then latched on to her nipple. It wasn't 30 seconds before she exploded. He hadn't touched her anywhere except sucking on her left nipple. Amy, yes Amy, walked back to her line in a daze. I waved Tomas over.

"Mike first, that guy second," I said, and pointed. He looked to see who I was pointing at and laughed.

"Outstanding choice," said Tomas. "You are observant. It will be mind-blowing. I know from personal experience." Just then Carlina ran up and whispered.

"Damn good call," said Carlina. "Top 5 ever, trust me." Then she ran back to her spot in line. Tegan gave me a thumbs up.

"Let's do this!" I shouted.

Forget Mike. It was great. Made love. Yada yada.

I found myself moaning Elvis, Elvis, over and over. For a long time. Everyone had bunched up to watch. The girls were pointing things out to the boys and the boys should listen. Oh, they were listening. I think I passed out for a bit. We finished with me on top and his hands and mouth never stood still.

It was amazing. He might have to move in with us. I waved the girls over.

"Girls, this is Elvis," I said. "Elvis, these are our daughters Madison and Lianna. Girls, take him somewhere and don't let him loose until you've used him up."

"Mom, that's really hard to do," said Madison. "We've already met Elvis. We'll give it our best shot though!" With that, they took Elvis' hands and led him away.

I needed to catch up with the girls on who they've met!

I don't know who lined people up, but the first ten included Orlando, Bob, Luca, and Gabe. The second ten included Horacio and Jameis and Tim. The third ten included Amai and Juanita. Side note, they should have been early. The next ten was a little bit of a continued theme, with Gina and Remei. I would love to say that I kept going and going and I suppose I did, but I stopped at 42.

Which was when Madison and Lianna laid down in my spot. We couldn't disappoint those still in line, could we? I watched. I loved watching my girls. Oh, they were having a wonderful time. I wish I had known all this at their age.

Before you knew it, we'd worn out the cock. Oh, the line had wrapped around. Mike had fucked both his girls. We lost a few loads, no make that a lot of them, when the orgy broke out.

Apparently that's common at Bob and Amy's house.

Still loving it here. Amy came over and got the three of us and steered us back to the bedroom. She had a cream she thought we should use so we wouldn't be too sore. Amy quite thoughtfully applied the cream for us. One at a time.

Amy is now covered with all three of our squirts. She doesn't seem to mind. We ended up in the shower and Amy showed me how she could shampoo my hair. Did you know that it is possible to have an orgasm when someone washes your hair? I do. Personally. So do the girls. I shampooed Lianna and Amy shampooed Madison.

It was a glorious end to the night. The four of us ended up in a big bed together. I woke up later to Bob and Mike joining us in the bed. We were all in a jumble.

I've never slept better in my life.

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