27 April 2020

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Leslie's airplane adventure

Leslie here. Just a little short story and incredibly cliché but exciting. Through a complicated series of circumstances that aren't important to the story, I found myself on, of all things, a commercial flight. Delta from Atlanta to LAX. A long flight but at least I was in first class. 2B. Left side aisle but not the bulkhead. I was going to try to sleep but it wasn't that late, so I wasn't holding out a lot of hope.

I don't know why but I'd camped it up a bit. I was in a skort with a t-shirt and had French braided pigtails. I was technically breaking the rules since I should have been considered an unaccompanied minor.

Because I didn't have my space fighter. Or my husband and wife.

Screw that. I lied. Let's be honest. I can get any ID I want. I did get funny looks from the flight attendant, but the combination of a first class seat and excessive confidence let them ignore me. A powerful young woman, right?

We were about 90 minutes into the flight when the attendant at the front made an announcement asking if there were medical professionals in the flight. I could see her do it and standing behind her in the gallery was a white dude in a hoodie. Maybe he needed the help, but something looked weird. I couldn't figure out exactly what, but something had my spidey senses tingling. I tried hard to read him, but I couldn't. That happens particularly if they were on mind altering drugs. I couldn't read the attendant either but could feel her panic.

Well that's not good so I kept paying attention. Another flight attendant came up with an older man who was, I guessed, a doctor. They let him into the cockpit.

Well that is particularly not good. He wasn't in there for more than a minute before he came back out and shook his head no.

The attendant from the front buckled at the knees but caught herself.

Something was bad. She took a deep breath and composed herself and made another announcement asking if there were any pilots on board.

Well fuck.

I hit my call button just as the guy across the aisle did. I got my credentials out that showed I was a certified pilot and instructor on this model 737. The attendant ignored me and went straight to him. I heard him regaling her with his experience in a Cessna 182. I kept trying to get her attention and she finally turned and lashed out.

"I'm busy little girl. We have an emergency. Just wait," she said with some heat.

I patiently held up my license and instructor card until she finally gave in and read it. It doesn't have my age but does have my picture. Her eyebrows shot up and she took them both and read them and handed them back.

"Are these for real?" she asked. I nodded.

"I guess that would be a weird thing to fake. Come with me," she said. I unstrapped and started forward. I heard the dude across the aisle get upset that he was a qualified pilot. I stopped and told the attendant to give me ten minutes and send him up. He could run the radios. I didn't know what I was getting into.

We got to the galley and the freaking guy in the hoodie pulls out a gun and comes up to me in a panic.

Well double fuck.

"What the hell is this?" he almost screamed. "She is a little girl!"

I don't know what made me do it, but my training kicked in. At the same time, I grabbed the gun and covered it with my left hand and put every ounce of weight behind a punch with my right hand into his throat. He fell to the ground grabbing his throat leaving me with the gun in my hand. I handed it to the startled flight attendant. By the time she recovered the skinny guy was unconscious.

"Can you let me in the cockpit please?" I said. She just stared for a moment. I didn't mention to her that the guy likely wouldn't make it to the airport. I'd crushed his larynx pretty well. He would suffocate and I didn't feel bad about it.

She opened the door and it was a scene from a B movie. Both pilots were slumped over. That's not what I noticed though. What I noticed was the mountain rapidly approaching at an elevation higher than our plane.

Shit. I pulled her in.

"I need him out of that seat right now," I said, pointing out the window. I gave her credit. She didn't panic. She grabbed an arm and so did I and we heaved him out of the seat onto the floor in one motion. I climbed over him and sat down. I didn't even strap in. I flipped off the autopilot and pulled the plane into a steep climb. In one motion. I hammered the throttles to their max.

It was going to be close. If I didn't make it I wouldn't even know because I would be the first thing that hammered into the mountain.

There was nothing to do but pray and I'm not particularly religious. I just kept the plane right on the edge of a stall. I debated using flaps, but I needed to climb and climb fast. I shouted at the flight attendant to sit down now and she just settled onto the floor. The cockpit door was open and I'm sure at least a few people could see that damn big mountain.

And then we were over it. Barely. I'm pretty sure the bottom of the plane would need a new paintjob.

I kept climbing but took the time to strap in and put on a headset. Oh, there was a lot of chatter on the headset. Air traffic control was trying to talk to us.

Time to respond.

"This is flight 297 declaring an inflight emergency," I said. "Both pilots disabled. I'm an instructor in this plane and have taken command. Situation is currently under control and continuing to LAX. Once I get my bearings I will likely rescind the emergency."

"Leslie is that you?" asked the controller. Ok that made me laugh a little which confused the flight attendant since she could only hear me.

"Affirmative," I said.

"Good thing you made it over the mountain. You cut it a little close. You've got smooth sailing the rest of the way. Climb to flight level 35 and maintain your emergency. We will vector you in direct and give you priority. Your passengers will be happy. You'll even get in early."

That we would. The attendant got up and I asked her to get help to move the other pilot. Sadly, I didn't think they had made it, but I couldn't worry about that now. I asked her to bring pompous guy in. It turned out he was Rick and he did a good job on the radios and was actually a nice guy. He really was trying to help, and I understood why I didn't seem like a good choice to fly the plane. The fantastic news was that the pilots were just heavily drugged. The shake of the head was that he couldn't wake them. Thank God.

I could actually see the light bulb go on for Rick.

"You won Top Gun at 11. You're not just Leslie. You're Princess Leslie. You saved our lives. I clearly saw the mountain from my seat," said Rick. We had over an hour to chat and I found out he was a software exec and only 28. I was by myself so I asked him if I could buy him dinner. He said he would enjoy that, but his girlfriend was meeting the plane.

"I understand but the offer extends to you both. I just like good company and good food. A close friend of mine owns 208 Rodeo and I was going to eat alone. If you're interested it is my treat," I said.

"You would suggest that restaurant. It is a dream of my girlfriend Jessie's. It so hot under the new ownership that we can't get a table. Celebrities complain they can't get in. It is also next door to HT. She likes to window shop and drool," he said. "I can't believe those two young guys own HT. Wait aren't they from Dionysus too? Do you know them?"

Yeah I laughed.

"I know them pretty well. I'm married to the H," I said.

"Married? Aren't you like 15?" he said. I just smiled.

"Text your girlfriend and see if she wants to come," I said.

"On the plane?" he said.

I handed him my phone. His might not work but mine would.

"This will confuse her. It has a Florida number," I said. "But it will work. Heck call her if you want although I wouldn't mention you were the co-pilot quite yet."

He dialed the phone and I heard his side of the conversation. seat mate, 208 Rodeo, dinner, yes a girl but she is only 15.

I just heard snippets like that. Then I heard Dionysus. I couldn't hear the words in her side of the conversation, but I knew a moan when I heard it.

"Oh, she is in," he said. I'll bet she is.

"Do you need a ride?" he added.

"Sure, if you don't mind. I was just going to Uber," I said. We got off the plane and went down to baggage claim. I didn't have any luggage at all. Just my phone and wallet. I had all I needed at the house including my plane. That's why I was flying out. I just didn't expect the excitement. As we were walking up, he pointed at her before she saw us. Oh, she was adorable. They were a good looking couple. Just then she saw him, and her jaw dropped.

"Your new friend is Princess Leslie?" she said. I admit I snorted. Oops.

"Just Leslie," I said. "I hear you're up for dinner. I hope you don't mind. Rick offered me a ride." Oh, she glared at him which just made me laugh.

"You didn't tell me?" she said. "My car looks like shit." Oh, she was pissed, and my laughing probably didn't help.

"Like I care," I said. "Really it doesn't matter but if you would feel more comfortable I'll grab an Uber and meet you there. Or we can just cancel."

She composed herself and was fine with it all. We got to the car and it was a nice Camry and was damn near spotless. I was smart enough to let it lie and thankfully Rick was too. He was a good boyfriend. I had quite a while to scope them out on the drive and damn they really were attractive. In the right circumstance, I'd do them both and the feel was encouraging. I did notice when she reached over and rubbed his cock once. Oh, she was driving, too, which I loved. They had a nice relationship. We got to the restaurant and there was no parking available, so I told her to park behind HT. I knew there was a spot labeled owner and that he wasn't there. She balked a bit, but finally did it. We walked around to the front and they were holding hands. It was so damn cute. I led the way inside and almost everyone in the restaurant, including the hostess, yelled Leslie.

That was weird even for me. The hostess quickly led us to a table and pointed at the TV over the bar. The volume was down but there was a picture of a 737 and a picture of a mountain. The chyron underneath read Teen princess saves plane from domestic terrorist and a mountain. Then it showed my picture.

Well fuck. Although I do love the word chyron.

All evening people came up to say hi and congratulate me. Every time I mentioned that Rick was my co-pilot. I didn't mention he was after I got us over the mountain. He was going to have his 15 minutes of fame whether he wanted it or not. I did appreciate the fact that between the interruptions we told the story to Jessie and he was quite clear that he only did the radios after we were safe.

By the appetizers the place had settled down. Jessie kept mentioning who had come to talk to us and that they all knew me already. Um, yeah. Scarlett was having dinner with Joseph Gordon-Levitt. I knew they were just friends but damn he is a hottie. Brie Larson was there with Halsey. I didn't even know they knew each other but my impression was they knew each other well. Camila was with them. They were having dining with Alex and Drew. You know, the Chainsmokers. Smoking they were.

Oh, there were others too that I knew so I won't go through the list. Jessie was a little overwhelmed but enjoying it. I'd ordered a nice bottle of our wine, which probably helped. Suddenly the light bulb went on.

"Wait," said Jessie. "How could you order a bottle of wine, although I admit it is the best wine I have ever had? Liquid heaven."

"My family owns the winery," I said.

"That didn't answer the question," said Rick.

"Well, we often declare properties we own consulates of Dionysus. It's a loophole, but it means I can legally drink, although we don't extend that outside the family. We won't go there," I said.

"So, this is a consulate," said Jessie.

"Sure. So is HT next door," I said. The both moaned a little. Still encouraged. Just then I heard the music start. What most people didn't realize was a draw for the restaurant was that there was a small stage with karaoke equipment. You had to be invited. It wasn't for everyone. In this case, Halsey and Alex were performing Closer.

See why it is popular? Jessie pulled me back into the conversation.

"Why would HT be consulate property?" she asked.

"Because both H and T are from Dionysus," I said.

"Aren't they kids too?" said Rick.

"Define kids," I said, with a smile. "I suppose here they are, but not to us." Just then the front door opened, and another cheer went up in the entire restaurant. Of course, we turned.

I'll be darned. Hunter, Hallie, Tomas, and Ruby. They walked right over and as fast as you could blink tables were moved around to give them room to join us. Hunter gave me a surprisingly passionate kiss. We just didn't care anymore. Then Hallie did.

OK, then Tomas and Ruby both did too. That might have been a bit much. We did the introductions and the lightbulb went on for Jessie first.

"Hunter and Tomas," she said. "HT." They both laughed. "Or do I have that wrong, is it Hallie and Tomas? No, I know it is two guys, because I always loved that two young guys owned lingerie companies."

"Well, we do have some pretty sexy lines for men too," said Tomas. Yes, small moans again. This was going somewhere.

We had a fun night and as the night went on more tables moved around. Tyler and Josh from Twenty One Pilots joined us too. Tyler and I did a rousing Heathens. Hunter and Halsey did a sexy AF Closer to Alex and Drew's delight. Ruby blew away everyone with Ed Sheeran's Perfect singing it to Tomas. That ended the night because the restaurant closed.

But our group didn't leave. After all Hunter owned the place. But after a bit he stood up.

"This isn't fair," he announced. "These fine folks want to go home. Everybody wildly over tip and let's head next door. We can hang out there. Unless you don't want to hang out in a lingerie store."

Oh, they all came. I wondered if they would all cum. Jessie and Rick were fitting in pretty well given I knew they were overwhelmed. We walked next door and I know everyone over tipped. Good for them. Hunter opened the door with his watch, and we all went in. It is a pretty sexy store. Of course, the live mannequins weren't there this late at night.

Too bad.

There was a big seating area right in the middle of the store where people sat to watch the models. We made sure they were easy to clean couches. You know why. Everybody found a place to sit. My spot was on Hunter's lap. I was cruel. I kept grinding into him. Ruby was on Tomas' lap. Hallie was on Halsey's. They weren't being quite as discrete as they should have been.

"OK, here's the deal. Everyone can pick five outfits that they love and they're yours for free," said Hunter. That got everyone excited.

"Wait, I wasn't done," said Hunter. "You only get it if you model it for all of us. The rules are the men and women have to alternate. If the guys aren't in, the women aren't either and vice versa."

I kind of suspected this was going to be a fun group.

"What's the order?" asked Camila.

"We'll draw names from a hat," said Hunter. He pushed me off his lap and handed out pieces of paper and a pen.

"Let's make this more fun," said Tomas. "If the outfit you model is see-thru, you get to keep it, but it doesn't count against your five. Work it right, and you wipe out the store."

That caused a buzz. I heard a few I couldn't do that, which was fine. I heard a few hell yeah.

"Wait," I said. "No one has to do this. If you don't want to, just throw your piece of paper away and enjoy the show. No problem."

A few people thought about it, but no one ended up throwing their paper away.

"That offer is good throughout the night," said Ruby. "You can drop out any time. No worries."

"But I'm confused," said Drew. "Some of you are clearly underage. Should we even be doing this?"

Hallie explained that we were in Dionysus right now. At least half of the people moaned. That was encouraging. Hunter had everyone's name in a bowl now. He offered it to me to pull out the first name.

I pulled out my own name. Oh boy. How should I set the tone? Oh, I knew. There was one piece that I just loved. It was from Myla. It was their Beaty Street Teddy.

I was seriously setting the tone.

It was black, tight, and entirely see through. C cups, right? See through everywhere. Yeah, there too. It is truly gorgeous, and Hunter and Hallie love it. Hell, everyone loved it.

"Wait," said Hallie. "This would be more fun with two at a time." She reached in and pulled another name and grinned.

"Tomas," she said. "You're up." He laughed and got up. He and I headed back into the changing area. I was pushing the limits a bit. Tomas blew through them. Oh, I made a joke. You'll have to Google this one. It's called the Good Devil string center mesh. I'll describe it. Basically, it is mesh men's underwear in a boy short style.

Except the all-important middle of the front. That's just a half dozen strings. Yeah, basically just holding you cock in place, but you're naked. Literally naked. It works best if you're hard. Yep. Remember, Tomas has one hell of a nice cock. He put it on. I questioned him about it, since some of these people were new to us, and he just smiled and kissed me. Well, that was nice. I stroked his cock a little and then positioned it in the strings. Hot damn. The drop of precum was a nice touch. So was my saliva.

When we walked out there was a buzz of everyone talking. Until they saw us.

Silence. Unless you included the gasps and moans. I looked around and there were a lot of hard cocks and nipples. Everyone loved it. A lot. We put on a little show and even made out a little. Given everyone knew we were partnered with other people in the room, that sent a message too. We finished up and sat down. Yep, we left the outfits on.

Next up was Camila and Drew. OK Drew let's see what you've got. We realized we really needed to shop first so we took a break so everyone could go find their outfits. Since the models weren't here, they had to rely on just looking at them. Many of our friends were regulars, so they helped the newcomers. I went over to Jessie and Rick, still in my see-thru teddy.

"You people are fun," said Jessie, with a laugh, clearly leering at me.

"Just wait," I said. Yeah, that got another moan.

"Let me help you find a couple outfits," I said. "You don't have to wear something like this."

"Oh hell, I'm in," said Jessie and Rick just smiled and nodded.

"At some point tonight I'm modeling what Tomas was wearing," said Rick. OK, this time I moaned and they both laughed.

"Yep, fun," said Jessie. "I sure hope everything we've heard about Dionysus is true." At that point Tomas was standing next to me, so I reached over and wiped his precum off with my finger and offered my finger to them.

Rick beat Jessie to it.

Oh, they were fun too. Hunter called us all to sit back down because Camila and Drew were ready.

Holy shit. Drew outdid Tomas. He was wearing a Miami Jock Beyond the Slopes. It's hard to describe but basically had a pouch under his balls and his cock was completely exposed.

And that was all he was wearing. He was hard as a rock too and had a very nice thick 8-inch (20 cm) cock. Camila was right out there too in a Peek and Beau Margarita lace body suit. One of my favorites too. Let's just say that my see-thru wasn't as see-thru as her see-thru.

Damn. Just damn.

Oh. Camila just dropped to her knees and began blowing him. He didn't last.

I think her outfit might be ruined. I didn't think I'd call cleanup.

Yet.

Oh boy. Next up was Ruby and Rick. Before Rick got up, I turned to them both.

"You need to be comfortable with your boundaries and be clear to Ruby," I said. "We value discretion and you've already seen things you probably shouldn't have. If your relationship can handle it, tonight could get a little wild. If not, no worries, you're welcome to leave and we can have lunch another time."

"Oh hell, we're staying," said Jessie. "She's gorgeous. I know your fantasies and she is right smack in the middle of them. Hell, I'm pretty sure your fantasy is Ruby. No rules tonight. Deal?"

Rick just smiled really big and nodded. He took off with Ruby.

Ruby.

She came out wearing the Madelina Vest Suspender. She might as well have been naked. Rick went even farther. He was in the Silver Surfer Cock brief and it was brief. It showed his entire ass and had an opening in the front. His hard cock came entirely through. He was fucking ripped too. Damn. Just damn. About 6'3", with an incredible V upper body. Strong legs. Just perfect.

Did I mention that his cock was covered with saliva?

Oh, I just realized that Ruby had the vest on and the stockings, but not the panties. Wow. She is so fucking beautiful. Right in front of us, she pushed Rick down onto the carpet on his back and climbed up and slid right onto his cock. Not to be outdone, Tomas offered Rick his cock. Rick sucked it right into his throat. The man had some skills.

The fashion show pretty much ended at that point.

It was a hell of a night. After the larger group left, our small group adjourned upstairs with Jessie and Rick. And by small group I include Camila and Halsey. The poor men were wildly outnumbered. We used them all up. Then us girls entertained ourselves. Let's just say Jessie learned some things. Some really fun new things.

Oh, we would keep their numbers.

White leotard day

Amy here.

We had our team members and family visiting from Montreal and were headed to the beach.

Oh, I meant the beach on Eros. It was for residents only but there were no rules, other than no means no. Well, age restrictions were still in play. We wanted our friends to meet a lot of people, and the no-holds-barred beach seemed like a great way to do that.

We actually drove to the beach. Can you imagine? We took a caravan of cars. Lots of cars. Cool cars. Bob had built a huge garage, almost a warehouse, near the house and had brought a lot of cars over to Robertville. From the mountain garage. Yeah, weird. We invited a huge group to go with us, and everyone grabbed something cool.

OK, Carlina and Tegan both drove an NSX, but their choices were smaller than the rest of us. I won't bore you with all the details, but for fun I estimated the total car value and it was over $200 million. You know, cheap cars.

Oh, they'd all need to be washed after this. Salt air, don't you know? Good thing we had an entire team at the warehouse. They were great jobs for kids. Well, younger adults. Heck, you get it. I found it hilarious. Some of the kids would be washing away discussing string theory or time travel or other esoteric topics. No one needed to work, but hey, everyone wanted to work.

It's kind of our culture. I loved that many of the interns on Nan and Tegan's projects come from the car wash team. I'm beginning to suspect many of the car wash employees have an ulterior motive.

You're thinking the internship. Sure, that's part of it.

But it is an internship for Nan and Tegan. Hell, even I just moaned, and I wrote it.

We got to the beach and saw Mia's camper. Yes, she had a giant full-size motor home. Bus size. She used it as her mobile command center for shoots. It was an experimental Foretravel, based on their IH-45, but built in partnership with Mercedes. Not only was it a hybrid but was using the engine from the Project Two. Yes, the Project Two, the full ion electric super car.

Yeah we have cool shit.

She had parked at the entrance to the beach and there was a two people in folding chairs sitting by the motor coach. We walked up to see what was going on.

"It's white leotard day," said the young woman that was clearly in charge. I had forgotten that today at the beach was a theme day. Oh, we love themes. Mia and her dad were roaming with cameras and I had no doubt that their photos were spectacular. Remember, the rules were pretty darned open here. Sex was just fine. It is a fun family beach.

The young woman was wearing one and let me tell you wearing it well. I'd guess her to be late teens with a spectacular athletic body and nice B cups, with rock hard nipples. Given she was fully dressed, how did I know all this? Because the leotards were thin. Gossamer thin. See-thru thin. Think full cover gymnastic outfits, but, you know, see-thru.

The young man sitting next to her hopped up. He was wearing what appeared to be the men's version. The closest way to describe it would have been panties, but in the same material. He was a fucking model. Well over six feet, black, chiseled, with incredible abs. Given the material, I could also tell he had a large, thick uncut cock, that was easily eight inches and it wasn't hard.

Are you getting the thin and see-thru part? I could tell he was uncut.

They had a table with all sizes of leotards. They walked over and started picking the right size for us. Ty and Natalie got the point and were quickly naked and pulling on their leotards. A little too small leotards.

Just looking at the two of them got me wet, but let's be honest, I was already wet. In a sudden flurry of nudity, everyone with us was suddenly in their leotards. Imagine some of them. Bob, Orlando and Grace, Leslie and Hunter, Chris and Noah, Sophia and Morgan. I wondered where Hallie was.

Oh, and Ruby.

Just typing Ruby almost made me cum. Of course, Tomas, and that was a highlight too. Oh, I can't forget Carlina, Tegan, and Elena. Carlina and Tegan are 9. Did you hear me moan?

But I had other ideas. I introduced myself to my two new friends, Ani and Todd. They laughed that I would do that, given I was, well, pretty well-known.

"Nice to meet you both. Could I invite you inside the motorhome for a bit?" I said. "Bob will be happy to pass out leotards, won't you Bob?". Yeah, Bob said he would, although I did see a trace of disappointment.

"Come on, Mom," said Leslie. "We both know Dad will do anything you ask, but that's just cruel. We've got it. Both of you go inside with Ani and Todd."

OK, she was right, and it did make Bob smile. Todd too. Interesting. Oh, we took Ruby and Tomas with us. You know, Ruby.

Let's just say Todd was even larger hard and Ani's B cups were as spectacular as I expected. Oh, you want more details.

More details

Bob here.

Yes, I would have done it and no I wouldn't have held it against her and yes I was glad I got to go inside.

Ani and Todd were a wonderful contrast. Both the same age. She was muscular and Swedish white, if you get the description. He was black. As it turns out they were both gymnasts. I wanted to see that. I'm surprised I hadn't. It turns out they were both brand-new to the islands and lived in Amyville on Eros.

I have got to come to this island more often.

We started by pairing off. Ani showed Amy her oral skills while Tomas fucked Ani. That was fun to watch.

Todd showed me his skills. Holy moly. Good skills. Very good skills. He got me very hard and then bent over a chair. He still had his leotard on. He just pulled it to the side, as he handed me a bottle of lube. He just hooked mine under my balls. Oh, I lubed him up. Then I fucked him. Yes, that was blunt, but I did. He was distracted a bit, going down on Ruby and that was one hell of a view. He asked me to cum in him, and I happily obliged. Then he just pulled his leotard back to the proper place. Squish, squish. Then he hooked it under his balls. Oh, Ruby's turn. Oops, nope, mine.

Damn. At least 10-inch (25.5 cm) BBC. I handed him the lube and he got a big smile.

Hurts so good, don't you know? I followed his lead. Squish, squish. Once we were done, Ani appeared with a warm washcloth and cleaned both Todd and me off. Then she showed us her oral talents. Oh, she was good too.

Both Amy and Ani got on their knees on the bed. Amy insisted on enjoying Todd. Aw, that meant I had to settle for Ani. You know, the smoking hot teenage girl. Tomas entertained us with Ruby.

We all enjoyed it. By the time we finished, the women were all on their backs and we just covered them, tits to pussy, in cum.

But we understood cleanup. Yes, we did. By the time we were done, we were surprised security hadn't arrived from all the screaming.

We finally stepped out of the motor home to clapping and cheering from our group. Subtle guys, subtle. Todd walked over to take his job back, but he didn't get the chance.

Chris and Leslie turned him right around. Oh boy Todd. I hope you survive.

The rest of us went out to the beach and Chris and Leslie eventually joined us. Oh, they were all smiles. We spent a glorious afternoon on the beach. Amy and I did get to entertain Ty and Natalie a bit more, but not in the motor home. Eros, remember? We also played a lot. There were beach volleyball courts and let me tell you, we suck at it, but we laughed a lot. There was a sandcastle competition and it turns out that Chris has some serious sandcastle skills. You learn something new... There were tons of waverunners, and anyone could grab one. No rental crap for us. Just waverunners. There were some teenagers with an X26 and a parasail setup. Ty and Natalie simply loved it. Me, not so much, so I didn't. Later in the afternoon, Jenny pulled up in one of the 187s with a submersible on the back. Oh, there was a line, but she was patient. Ty and Natalie wanted to go, but the line was long, so we promised to take them to Tahoe. Why not? We really should just buy more of them. They're really popular. Well, not to Amy. Amy was never going on one. We really need to modernize underwater flight, if you know what I mean.

The day wound down a bit and there was a big cookout. I don't even know how these things are organized. Apparently we have people. There were a ton of giant outdoor kitchens scattered around, and each had a team making burgers, and chicken, and hot dogs, and more. A bunch had a standing rib to slice and, of course, a few had lobster. I think Amy saw my confusion on how this happened and explained that it always did on theme days.

Well sure. Let's have a party for five or six hundred of our closest friends. I could like living here. Oh wait. My country. Holy shit. We own a fucking country.

Did I mention we ended the day with s'mores over the fire pits? It was incredible. The moon was full and as it got dark the sand just glowed. We'd attracted a pretty big crowd and I'll be honest, I didn't even try to learn everyone's name. The chocolate would have stained the leotards, but what could we do? Oh yeah, take off the leotards.

That was nice. I drizzled chocolate on the most adorable young woman, after ensuring she was at least 9 years old. She was, but barely. Her birthday had been yesterday. She sure tasted sweet and it wasn't just the chocolate. After I cleaned her off and got her off, she politely asked me to fuck her. I was good with that. Damn she was tight and had a hair trigger, err clit, well you know what I mean. She damn near milked the cum out of me. I was going to clean her up, but Amy offered.

Amy is awfully good at it.

And we weren't even close to done.

Sometimes you have to put down the camera

Mia here. I was walking around with Dad and just taking candids. Most would be crap, but a few would be amazing. That's photography. We came upon a young man just casually stroking his cock. Come on. Nudity and open sex was all around him. I introduced myself and Dad.

"A pleasure to meet you Mia and Andres," he said. "I am Tone, or at least that's my nickname, and I am 11. If I might be so bold, perhaps you'd like a break? I have water in the cooler and love to be in the middle of a train."

"Water first, train second," said Dad. You go Dad. He knew I'd be up for it. I'm always up for it. After all, my first fuck of the day was Dad. Tone would be my ninth of the day. Hey, you need breaks. Once we had a little water, I got on my knees. For 11, Tone has a nice 6-inch (15 cm) cock and, more important, has skills. I was up and over before Dad slid into Tone. He did with a bang, which just pounded Tone into me.

Tone is going to need a dry towel. Sorry Tone. I'm pretty sure he doesn't mind. I told Tone to cum in me, but he wanted Dad to cum on me.

Sounds like a plan. They both lasted, but then Dad moved around and just covered us both with cum. That was enough for Tone and he kept pumping cum into me. I finally pulled off and laid back.

"Time for cleanup," I said, and Tone dove right in. He got me up but then lifted his head.

Dammit.

"A wonderful cocktail of tastes," he said with a smile. He went back to work, while Dad cleaned up his own cum. Tone seemed to particularly like when Dad licked it off his face and kissed it right to him.

That's when I noticed a young woman had picked up my camera and was taking shot after shot of us.

"How old are you?" I asked and she laughed.

"I'm Tine and I am 9," she said.

"Then you should put the camera down," I growled. She did. She did. She put the camera down and pushed Dad over and slid right down on his cock. He loves tight young pussy and was clearly in heaven. Seriously, who doesn't love tight young pussy?

Our world is fun. I ended up falling asleep for a bit, but not before Tone and Tine liberally spread suntan lotion on me.

Everywhere.

What a freaking fun day

This is Amy. I simply loved it. Yes, we usually have daily orgies, but this was different. Out in the sun. Playing with toys. Playing with others. Just playing. We needed to come back more often. We did all bring our leotards home. They're even sexier when wet.

We even fell asleep right there on the beach. All night long. We woke up to an entire team of people cooking breakfast, including bacon. Lots of bacon.

So, we kind of did yesterday all over again today.

I love it here.

You want details again

Leslie here. I woke up with Tine laying on top of me and Tone snuggled in from the side. I am not quite sure how, because I hadn't done anything with either one.

Yet. Both kids woke up and Tone was hard as a rock.

"I've got to pee really bad," said Tone.

"You know where the bathrooms are," I said.

"I can't wait!" he said. Suddenly he let loose. Did I mention he was on his side now, snuggling Tine and me? Yep, just covered us with pee.

Then I felt Tine let loose. It was covering me where our bodies met, and it was warm and a little wonderful.

So, I added mine to the mess. Somehow others saw what was going on and joined in. Mom came over and squatted over all three of us.

Yeah, we're pretty wet. I'm not really into this, but the kids were enjoying it and, well, we saw a lot of sexy people crouching over us.

Dad went after Mom. Then Hunter and Hallie.

Together. Wait, Hallie's here?

Hallie's here! I pulled her down beside me and Hunter covered all four of us.

And laid down on the other side of Hallie. I suppose it wouldn't have been that bad, but at least 300 people slept on the beach. No, they didn't all pee on us.

Just a couple hundred. Finally, we stood up, just dripping. All five of us headed to the showers. The lounge needed to go into the trash.

The showers are outdoors and are often a location of fun. A location of fun. What a great term.

We all scrubbed each other, and I paid particular attention to Tone and Tine. Tone got hard. Surprise! Tine ran off briefly and came back with a nice double-ended dildo already inserted.

"Is that for me?" I said.

"Hunter," growled Tine. That got a big smile from Hunter. Hallie ended up in the front of the train.

I ended up with Tone just pounding me.

A nice start to the day. I had him cum in me because, well, you'll see. I also knew one load wasn't enough, so I waved a few people over. I might have overshot with 22 loads, but hey, it accomplished my goal.

Of dripping. A lot. I walked around and as I dripped, people cleaned me up. Some just wiped it up with their finger. Some dropped down and licked it off.

One adorable little guy just clamped his mouth over my pussy and sucked a lot out.

Then he kissed it to me. So, I did the only thing I felt was appropriate. I blew him. He wasn't gets to fuck Leslie old enough yet. I didn't even get his name, but he sucked another mouthful out and shared it with Jessica and Bill, then they ran off together. Have fun kids!

All this was before breakfast. We'll all have more fun after bacon.

And we did. We played in the water. We met new people. We fucked a bit. Our beaches are just fun.

I'm headed back to the fun now.

Somehow I am in the journal

I am not even quite clear on the journal yet, but Chris suggested I write this. She mentioned something about promising to do it and she hadn’t, and she was delegating.

Delegating the telling of the story of the first time we fucked. She mentioned that thousands of people will read it and that if I do a good job, many will masturbate while they read it. Her final words were "be graphic".

I was still a little lost, so she gave me access to the journal. I didn't leave our apartment for an entire weekend. I read. And read. And read.

Their story is stunning. I learned about Chris. Sorry, Miss President. Yeah, yeah, we fucked. I get to call her Chris now.

Sorry, but bad jokes appeared to be a common theme.

I don't think I am very good at this. Let me introduce myself. It's kind of a crazy story, but given you're reading this, maybe not. I think my description is supposed to be first. Just a note that what you're about to read, in the description, was not written by me. She edited this. It's the only line she changed. So far.

I'm about 6'2", Hispanic, wiry and strong, and sexy AF. I have an 8-inch (20 cm) thin cock that I know how to use. I'm very oral and giving and my nickname is orgasm giver. I am autistic.

Yes, she had my permission to put the last word in the sentence. I insisted. She'd edited it out. Fuck that. I may be autistic, but I know it and it is part of who I am. Although I was 100% sure I was gay too, and this is the story of the first time I fucked Chris. Then again, fucking Noah was pretty incredible. And I don't have a nickname. That was Chris' doing.

It appears I am actually bi. And open minded. You see, there was this dinner at The Falls. Barb. Davis. Amai.

Sorry, Chris made me move that to another journal entry. Something about it being the longest tangent she'd ever read. Well, it might have been. It was the night I met Kira. No, not right, I knew Kira, because she's on the team that protects Chris. How is this supposed to go? Oh wait. It was the night that I met Kira.

I don't get subtlety very well, so it is hard for me to write. You got that I meant we fucked, right?

Oh good.

I don't think it is fair that Chris is now making me write this while she is blowing me. It is both wonderful and distracting. It did not help that Noah was behind her fucking her doggy style. Every time I stopped to watch, Chris stopped blowing me.

I suppose it was an excellent motivational tool.

That was a joke and it wasn't very funny because it was too damn subtle. Shit this is hard.

Back to the story and it even includes Kira, but not in italics. I have to give you a little backstory. I work in the White House. I was one of the janitors. My life changed on the day the plane went missing too. You see my hobby is photography. I just love it and my focus is street photography. I am never without a camera and I like some of my work. No one else had ever seen it. I did it for me. I guess people had noticed that I almost always had a camera, because an intern I knew ran up, told me to get my camera, and to follow him. I didn't know that much about him, other than his name was Jimmy and he did something in the press department. I had my best camera in my pocket. I'd saved and saved and saved to buy it. It's a nice Sony RX100. Not the newest model, but still darn good. I showed him the camera and he said to follow him. He led me into the freaking Oval Office. I was in janitor overalls. This was odd. There were a bunch of people, including the newly appointed Secretary of State. I might be autistic, but I don't live in a cave. It's newsworthy that a 14-year-old girl was the Secretary of State. I laugh to myself now that I think I had a crush on Chris. From afar, of course. Like I'd ever meet her.

Jimmy told me to take pictures of everyone and everything that went on and that he'd explain later but it was pretty crazy. Suddenly the room stopped, and Chris walked over to me. To me!

Yes, that deserved an explanation point. I am frugal with them, but they do have a use.

"Hi," said the Secretary of State, who stuck out her hand. I was in kind of a trance but did shake her hand. "And your name is?"

"Jaylen," I said, trying not to vomit on the gorgeous Secretary of State.

"What do you do here in the White House Jaylen?" said Chris. She was talking to me.

"I'm a janitor, ma'am," I said.

"I see," she said. "May I ask how old you are? I'm not supposed to ask, so you don't have to answer."

"I am 16 years old ma'am," I said. She laughed. I didn't know if that was good or bad. Laughs are hard to read.

"That's nice Jaylen, but please stop calling me ma'am. I'm just Chris, and you'll need to get used to that, because for now, we need you to be the official White House photographer. We don't have time to get you all the equipment, but I understand your camera should work quite well," said Chris. I call her Chris! Sorry, that was a worthy use as well.

"Ma'am, err Chris," I said. "I am happy to help, although everything you're saying is confusing." She repositioned me a little, so that she was looking right into my eyes.

"This is going to be confusing and stressful Jaylen, but you can do it, I promise. You'll do really well, and if you need any help or coaching, you can always talk to me this way," she said. No, she thought. Her lips didn't move.

"Thank you," I thought. "I will do that. I am here to do anything you need." She gave me a smile that I think is a big part of global warming. I think it made me glow.

"I'll hold you to that thought Jaylen, but maybe not quite yet," she thought. I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but I think that could have been a double-entendre. I think.

I freaking hope. Wait. She's a girl.

This shit is confusing.

I got out my camera and everyone just let me wander around taking pictures. Chris seemed to be in charge, so I took the most shots of her. I think I took a couple down blouse shots accidentally. I'd edit those out.

OK, Chris made another edit. She made me admit that not only did I still have copies of those pictures, I regularly jacked off to them. That seems like some pretty personal information to share, but she did make me go through two entire editing passes to make it more graphic. I thought the first version was.

I am learning a lot. And yes, that was my first ever double-entendre. Thank you very much.

I finally figured out what was going on. I got it pretty quickly. I'm pretty smart. I'd even been tested for the Dionysus schools, but I am responsible for my brother Jims. And yes, there is an s and no I do not know why. Jims is 7 years old and my best friend in the world. Our parents aren't bad parents. OK, they're bad parents. They don't abuse us and there is plenty of food and all that, they just don't do shit. I check his homework, do our laundry, cook most of the meals.

Chris has advised me that I was on tangent, but I should write that chapter too. I think there is a story about the night she met Jims too. Maybe he should write it.

Chris agrees he should.

I am nowhere near close to the point of this story. This is a long story, with lots of tangents, and I got to fuck a lot of wonderful people and I am going to tell the whole damn thing.

Whew. I've never blown up like that before. It might have been related to my typing at great speed while I ejaculated down Chris' throat. I got why she swallowed, but it was a little too bad.

Oh. Saved a little for me. I like this job.

I am going on a tangent here. I AM FUCKING ALLOWED TO.

No, shouting doesn't work for me. Back to Oval Office on the day. Once things settled down a bit and the speech to the country was done, a woman came up to me. A simply stunning woman, wearing a romper. A small, tight romper. Yes, Chris told me they were called rompers. I like rompers now.

"My name is Mia," she said. "Come with me." I followed her and found myself in a very nice bathroom, with a gorgeous young woman named Mia. There was a nice suit hanging on a hanger, on a hook on the wall. A very nice suit. Why I noticed that, given my proximity to Mia, I don't know, but time slowed a bit.

She pulled out a tape measure.

"Strip," she said. "I need measurements to do the final fitting and I need them quickly." I just stared at her. Did she say strip?

"Don't be bashful. I've seen it all and we don't have much time," she said. Then she did the most incredible thing. She pull her top down to her waist.

"See, nothing to be embarrassed about," she said. At least I think that is what she said. I was pretty focused on those breasts, which were walking closer to me. Not just the breasts. Oh, you get it. She reached up and took the zipper on the front of my jump suit and pulled it all the way down. She pushed the jump suit off my shoulders, and it fell all the way to the floor.

It was a bad day to have run out of underwear.

Did she just quickly stroke my cock? I think she did. I admit, it was hard and throbbing a bit. Then she laughed. Why did she laugh?

Then she leaned over and swiped a big drop of precum off the tip of my cock. She moved it towards her mouth, but then changed direction and offered her finger to me. Hell yes, I sucked it off. Not stupid, remember?

"Oh, you're a fun one Jaylen," said Mia. "We'll explore that later. No, let me be more blunt. If you're interested, we'll fuck when we have the opportunity."

Wow, direct was great. No need for interpretation. No risk of confusion. I liked direct.

"I would welcome that at your earliest convenience," I said. I think she got that I was being ironic. Well, not exactly ironic but you get my drift. I like this woman. Nice tits too.

She measured everywhere. I am not sure why she measured both the length and circumference of my cock, but she wrote it down too. No real worries there. I have an 8-inch (20 cm), thin, uncut cock, which no one had every touched before Mia did, notwithstanding Chris' prior explanation of my skill.

I was a virgin when I met Chris. Not anymore! Yes, another exclamation point. Fuck you.

Says the guy who is now getting another blowjob from the President of the United States.

That sentence actually made Chris laugh out loud. Maybe I have a future as a comedian. Chris smiled at me and shook her head no.

Back on track. Again. Once Mia was done, she compared her notes to a printed form she had.

"Damn I'm good," said Mia. "No alterations needed. I suppose I could have just had you try it on, but then I wouldn't have gotten to see you naked and measure your cock. I didn't need that measurement, but it's always a fun one." Well from my side too. Did I mention that once she wrote down the measurements, she blew me and then kissed me my own cum?

I did not know the perks of working directly in Oval Office.

Holy shit, I got a blowjob in the Oval Office bathroom on the night of Chris' becoming President. Do you think that the history books will talk about my blowjob as a part of the evening?

Chris assures me they will. She's kidding. Isn't she?

So, let's go back to that night, and no, I am not that close to fucking Chris yet. It's building, OK? We walked back out of the bathroom, with me in the suit.

I freaking looked good in the suit. I am told that self-knowledge of the truth is valued more than modesty in Dionysus. I looked good, OK?

Chris looked over and noticed me.

"Damn," she thought to me. "You look good in that suit." Then she cocked her head a bit. She actually laughed into my head.

"Yeah, you're a lot more relaxed," thought Chris. "I'm guessing Mia blew you. She does have world-class oral skills. Did she kiss your cum back to you?"

I smiled and nodded at the President.

She laughed in my head again.

"Subtle and discrete," thought Chris. "Slick dude. Oh, I'll bet she was direct to. Did she ask you to fuck later?"

I had one move that worked, so I stuck with it and smiled and nodded.

"Direct is good. Direct is perfect for you. Oh, be direct with all of us. We simply love direct. Almost no one will ever say no," thought Chris. I believe she officially overloaded my brain right at that moment, but I was kind of in the spirit of things at the moment. It was a crazy night.

"Then I would welcome to opportunity to spend time with you and your husband, Chris," I thought. "I am available for almost any role, including a top and bottom for both of you."

"Ooh, a bottom for both of us. What size double-ended dildo should we use Jaylen? Thin and long or monster thick. I kind of like monster thick. Do you?" thought Chris.

I was sexually propositioning the new President the night she became President. That won't go in the history books will it?

As I typed that sentence, Chris took her mouth off my cock, smiled and nodded at me.

Well I suppose if the blowjob part does, that does too. History appears to be taught differently in the Dionysus schools. Typing that taught me what it feels like when someone laughs while blowing you.

It feels nice, by the way.

Propositioned the President. Virgin. Yes, those two things went together. Not anymore. I know I said that, but I'm proud of it.

Day two. Not quite yet

Day 2 did not start off well. I didn't try to explain any of this to my parents. They would barely have listened. They were mad at me that I got home late last night too. They had plans and had to cancel them. Yeah, babysitter Jaylen. I love Jims but sometimes wish I could just move out with him. Fuck this.

That was the root of the problem with Day 2 as well. I don't exactly know what happened, but his elementary school was suddenly closed for the day. Mom and Dad told me I had to stay home with him. I'm fucked. I was standing in the kitchen about to flip my shit.

"Dude, you're oozing stress. I won't read you without permission, but I can feel pain and confusion. Tell me," thought Chris. I had no idea where she was, but she wasn't in our kitchen. Wait, read me?

"You can read me?" I thought. "Only Jims can read me and I can read him."

"Read me. Just a little. There's a lot of classified stuff in there," though Chris, so I tried.

Holy shit. I can read the President. Can I read others? Can others read me? Can she read me?

"You have my permission to read me," I thought. Why not?

"Oh Jaylen, I'm sorry," thought Chris. "That all sucks. We'll figure it all out together. I'll help you and Jims. For today, that's easy, just throw him in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and bring him along. No worries at all. We'll find him something to do. Have either of you been tested for our schools?"

"Bring him? To the White House?" I thought. "And yes, we've both been tested." I think she looked us up. I don't know if she can do that. I don't get much of this anymore, but I had him get dressed and I knew exactly what he'd wear. He had no idea what was ahead.

Jims was wearing khaki shorts and a burgundy Hayden polo. It was hard to get him to wear any other shirt. He raised money for Hayden by doing small jobs for the older people in our building. Mom insisted that he had to spend some on himself. One of the rare things Mom did that was, well, momly. At least she didn't steal his money. I'm pretty sure that Dad did sometimes. I know he stole some of mine. I set him up.

Back on track. We took the subway to the nearest stop and walked over to the employee entrance. I showed by badge but didn't know what to do about Jims.

"Well that means you must be young Jims," said the guard. He reached back into the guard house. He came out with a lanyard with a White House employee ID badge. With Jims name and picture on it. Except the card was really yellowed, like it was old.

"How do you have that?" I asked. "How?"

"Now I have no idea," said the guard. "The President herself called me this morning to tell me Jims would be coming and that there was an envelope in the drawer for him. She said I should open it."

"How did the envelope get in the drawer?" I asked.

"Well I don't rightly know, but I've worked here for 11 years and that envelope with his name on it was in the drawer when I started. I'd have to ask around, but this guard house was built in 1964, so somewhere between then and 11 years ago," he said. "Although I suppose they could have moved it from the old one."

Jims is 7 years old. This picture is current, except he is wearing a shirt I have never seen in the picture. Wait. He's wearing a White House polo shirt. I know that shirt. I've been saving to buy Jims that shirt. He would love it. They only started offering that shirt three weeks ago.

He's wearing the shirt in the picture.

Well this would all have to wait. Jims proudly put on the lanyard just as someone walked up to the gate from the inside.

Chris.

"I just wanted to meet Jims on his first day," said Chris. She stuck her hand out and Jims took it.

"It is an honor to meet you, Miss President, even though the circumstances are beyond unfortunate. I have watched your career with admiration for your dedication to those world-wide," said Jims. "I wear this shirt often, with Jaylen's grudging acceptance, to honor your work. Perhaps if I, as he so quaintly puts it, would learn to do my own damn laundry, we would not have the conflict."

"You should do your own laundry at your age," said Chris. Oh burn. I admit, I laughed. That got me a Chris smile. I've never met Ruby or Maite or any of the others that are said to have powers in their smile, but they were not stronger than Chris.

"Thanks sweetie," thought Chris to me. "But you have simply no idea. I'll invite them over one of these days. Trust me. Your brother is adorable. Will he fuck me too?"

"With pleasure and giving pleasure," thought Jims to us both. I laughed, but Chris looked stricken.

"Come with me," said Chris, quickly. She grabbed Jims hand and headed off at a run. I had to sprint to catch-up. I saw that Chris talked to some on her watch, I think. Just as we got close to the door, a plane appeared. No, I mean literally appeared. Popped into existence. On the lawn, right outside the oval office. A Secret Service agent casually walked over to the plane and was chatting with whomever it was coming our way.

Did I mention popped into existence?

"Listen," thought Chris. "Say nothing about any of this. Particularly the plane. She did a space jump, just on the same planet, which we almost never do."

Sure, sure, a space jump.

"You have jump capable F-81 planes already?" said Jims, out loud this time, just as the most beautiful young woman I have ever met in my life walked up. This was my turn. I stepped up and held out my hand. It was a gamble, and it would either work or I would go down in flames.

I can be smooth, can't I? As she took my hand, I spoke.

"You must be Ruby," I said. "It's an honor to meet you. Your entries in the journal do nothing to match your incandescence in person." Chris just turned and stared at me.

"Dude, that was smooth. Where the hell did that come from?" said Chris. "I mean drop your panties smooth."

"If I was wearing panties," said Ruby who then hit me with a smile. Holy shit. She blanked out the sun. Chris turned to me again.

"See what I mean?" said Chris, laughing. Ruby couldn't stop laughing. I looked over and Jims and saw something I had never seen since he learned how to talk, and he learned young.

He was speechless. His eyes were going back and forth from Chris to Ruby and back, like a tennis match. We were walking down the hall to the oval office and Jims looked like a robot. Ruby stopped abruptly and Jims ran right into the back of her, knocking them both on the ground. Somehow Jims ended up laying right on top of Ruby, with his hand right on her breast. Ruby laughed, gave him a quick, but surprisingly passionate kiss, and pushed him off, but not before he got a seriously nice grope in.

"Can't we at least have dinner before we fuck on the hallway floor?" asked Ruby. Wow, right out in the open. Then she smiled at me again.

Oh. She hadn't said anything. We all followed Chris into the Oval office. There was one person in there that I think was Secret Service, but damn. Just damn. I think her name was Kira. Chris barely knew anyone yet. She made Kira leave and waved us over to the couches.

"Jims pushed through my block. Like it wasn't even there," said Chris. Ruby laughed.

"You called me here for that?" said Ruby. "Most of us can push through your block. Well, that's not quite fair, because I've never heard of anyone outside the family that could do it."

"You knew this?" said Chris.

"Well, not with Jims, because I'd never met Jims," said Ruby. Just then someone walked in the door. Two small someones.

"I have," said Tegan, who was with Carlina. "And it is a long story."

"She is the one that told me a badge was in the gate house," said Chris. "I don't know how."

"I put it there," said Carlina. "In 1966."

"Well sure," I said. "In 1966." They all just turned and looked at me. Including Jims.

"It's a little complicated," said Jims. "I'm going to explain it, but you may not quite understand it. I don't quite understand it. I'm not your brother."

"What are your talking about?" I said. "Of course, you're my brother."

"No, I'm your grandfather," said Jims. "And they're not our parents. They're little more than babysitters, and bad ones at that. I suppose technically, I am almost 60 years old."

And I thought yesterday was a crazy day.

"But how? And why?" I asked.

"I have no idea," said Tegan. "My role was to put that card in that gatehouse, in 1966. I don't know why it had to be there then. I literally only knew that the card would be used today."

"The day after I became President?" asked Chris.

"The date. All I knew was the date," said Tegan. "And I'm supposed to take you back now. Some kind of cover story is already in place. I literally know nothing."

"So, I go back now," said Jims, sadly.

"Yes," said Tegan. Jims hugged me hard and Tegan took his hand and they left. They just left.

"I'm sorry," said Chris. "I'm here to help. I suspect your parents will be gone too."

And they were. I got home late, and the apartment was empty. Wait, it isn't. There's someone in Jims bedroom. I found my baseball bat and threw open the door. There was a man, sitting on the bed. Probably in his sixties or close. He looked familiar, but I don't know why. He got up and walked over and hugged me and for some reason I hugged him back.

"I'm back," said Jims, in a much more mature voice.

I have no idea what is going on.

"Neither do I," said Jims. "I've watched you for years but couldn't risk meeting young Jims."

Wow.

"I think that about covers it," said Jims. "I'm not sure we'll ever know. But we get to live together again."

And I thought yesterday was crazy.

I really do like Maisy

I do. We have fun together. Sorry, this is Shin, one of the assistant team. Yes, we do have fun together, but its more than that. We go to the movies in Athens. We have lunch in Sydney. We just like hanging out together and sure, we spend the night a lot of places and simply fuck our brains out.

But have we really been on a date yet? I'm honestly not quite sure.

So, I decided to ask her to spend the weekend with me in the treehouse.

Bob's treehouse. It's not completely finished but close. I guess I should ask Bob if it is OK. He might want to use it first. I understand that. I went and found him.

"Please be honest," I said. "I'd like to invite someone to spend the weekend in the treehouse, but I know you haven't been yet. I didn't want to presume." Bob laughed.

"If it is anyone but Maisy, then no, you can't, no way," said Bob, smiling. "If it's Maisy, you can have the treehouse forever, but you have to build me another one."

"Why would you say that?" I asked and he laughed again.

"Because you're an idiot and if you weren't so unsure of yourself, you'd already be engaged and maybe even married," said Bob. "She loves you. You love her. You both know it. You're both stupid."

"Who's stupid?" said Maisy, walking in the door.

"Apparently we are," I said. I walked over and took her hand and took a knee.

"I don't have a ring, so this is out of order, but we can choose it together if you'll marry me," I said, all in one long breath.

She pushed me onto my back and dropped onto me. She was kissing my face all over, alternating "Yes, yes" with "We are idiots".

I think this is good. That's when I realized we were alone in the room. Maisy realized it too.

Which meant the next thing that happened in that room was we were quickly naked, and Maisy was bouncing up and down on my cock.

And Amy walked in.

"Wait, are congratulations in order?" said Amy. "Oh, I shouldn't have said that. What if I'm wrong?" We both laughed.

"Or Bob just came out and told you," I said.

"Bob's the host on the moon this week. He's been gone for four days," said Amy, looking at me funny.

Maisy and I just looked at each other.

"I think we should just roll with it," said Maisy. Good advice from my soon to be bride. Amy squealed.

"I knew I was right!" she screamed. "Oh, sorry, but you pushed that out there pretty hard. I'll go."

She damn near ran out of the room. We got dressed, not worrying about being sticky for now.

"Where are we going?" asked Maisy, just as Leslie walked in the room.

"Hey, you should go to the treehouse," said Leslie. "Mom and Dad won't be using it. They're on the space station for ten more days."

"Bob and Amy are both on the space station?" asked Maisy. Leslie nodded.

This was getting weird. We decided to continue to roll with it. We walked out the front door and in the yard was Bob's plane with the doors down. They were both getting on board and Amy turned and waved a hard back book.

"I was just fucking with you. I forgot my book. See you at the end of next week. Have fun and congratulations," yelled Amy, as the door closed.

It didn't make any of this more believable, and I work for them. Weird shit sometimes, man. My new car was off to the side and I pointed. The top was even still down. It's a beautiful day. Maisy saw it and ran over to it.

"My God," she shouted. "It's my exact dream car. A yellow R8 Convertible with a black interior," she said. "Does this one fly?"

"Of course," I said, handing her the keys. Oh, did I say my new car? I misspoke. Maisy's new car. I admit I wasn't quite clear on why I ordered it in yellow. I'm not all that fond of yellow cars. Or Audis.

But now I know Maisy is. Maisy squealed when I handed her the keys.

"You're letting me drive your new car?" she said. I shook my head no and got in the passenger side. She looked confused but got into the driver's seat and turned to me.

"A little lost here. Why am I in this seat if I'm not driving your new car?" asked Maisy.

"Not my car," I said. She laughed and turned and strapped in.

"Got it. Bob's car," she said.

"Nope," I said. She looked at me quizzically.

"Amy?" she said, and I shook my head no.

"No fucking way," she said. "Just no fucking way. Are you saying it is my new car?"

"Leslie's," I said, smiling. She slapped me on the shoulder and laughed.

"No, I was kidding," I said. "Of course, it is yours. Who else wants a yellow R8 convertible with a black interior that could fly?"

"Damn near anyone," said Maisy. "But this one is mine." She leaned over and with her right hand, she pulled my face to hers and started kissing me passionately. You can imagine what that did to me, but her dropping her left hand directly onto my hardening cock didn't help. That seemed like fair game, so I dropped my hand in her lap. Which lead to us kissing for a solid ten minutes while we tried to stroke each other off.

Maisy went off first. Barely. OK, maybe together. It must have been a good one, because her little white shorts were soaked.

No more than mine, which were covered with cum. On the inside. She jerked back.

"Out of the car!" she shouted and just leaped out of the car, so I did too.

"We are not ruining my new upholstery," she said. Then we headed back into the house and into the shower, just laughing. We got out and dried off. Damn she's gorgeous. My thinking that got me a kiss, to my delight.

"Is there a closet room in the treehouse?" asked Maisy. I smiled and nodded, so she took my hand and we headed out to the car again, naked. She took off and I showed her the way. The house is so damn cool. It's about 500 square meters or 4,500 square feet. Forty feet up in the air, supported by three massive trees. The tree trunks come through the living space. Did I mention it was damn cool? That didn't count the three-car garage.

That is on top of the house, up in the tree. It was, in fact, the only way into the house. There was an emergency ladder to climb down, but also escape scooters. Essentially flying jet skis.

I might be providing too much detail. We walked down the stairs into the living room.

"Where's the closet room?" she asked.

"Last door on the left," I said, pointing down the hall. I followed her down and she opened the door.

To an empty room. She turned around.

"You said there was a closet room," she said, smiling.

"There is," I said, pointing into the room.

"There are no clothes in the closet room," she said.

"No, those don't get delivered for another week," I said.

"That seems like meaningful information," said Maisy.

"I know!" I said. "I was surprised you didn't ask."

OK, that got me a slap.

"So, we're spending the weekend, alone together, after having just gotten engaged, in a treehouse, without a stitch of clothing for either of us," she said.

"It appears so," I said. She smiled a heart melting smile.

"I'm good with that," she said, pushing me down onto the carpet of the closet room.

Closet rooms always have incredibly soft carpet.

Down another one already.

"You're going to have to pace yourself," said Maisy. "You're my only fuck toy this weekend." We'd just stood up, still a bit sticky.

"That's not entirely true," I said. I took her hand and opened up the next door in the hallway.

And led her into the dungeon. I now know what a moan and a squeal together sound like.

Oh, and she just had a massive orgasm. I didn't touch her, and she didn't touch herself.

I guess she likes the room. Spoiler: Yep.

But for now, it was lunchtime. We wandered into the kitchen, still sticky, which I suspect is going to describe almost every trip into the kitchen this weekend. We opened the fridge to my fear, since I had forgotten the whole food part of a weekend. Hey, there was plenty of lube. I focused on the important things. I'd outfitted an entire dungeon!

I just forgot food. The door opened to a refrigerator just full of that elusive food. Every food the two of us liked, with instructions on preparation. Most were pressure cooker meals, premade for us. That works. Drop it in the Instantpot, set it for an hour, and entertain yourselves. Oh, what could we do?

We could do a lot of things. We had board games, and books, and puzzles. I had made a romantic movie playlist, which never got played because Maisy wanted to do a Die Hard marathon. Well, given that might be the name for this weekend at the pace that Maisy is using me up, it felt important. Ah crap. That was a Bob-level joke.

How embarrassing.

Saturday was amazing and I set a new personal record of 7. I was going to push myself tomorrow to improve. After all, we didn't get here until almost 1100. Right now, we going to bed. We're sleeping out on the patio, on one of the big lounges, under the stars, with minimal light pollution, over 12 meters in the air.

That was a long sentence, but you get my point. We could see a small haze on the horizon, which was Athens, but it wasn't intrusive. Our countries didn't have streetlights. None. Walking paths had a string of LED lights on each side of the path. Sections lit up as you approached them and then turned off as you passed. They were a red color that didn't affect your night vision and was more manageable as light pollution.

They also weren't very bright. The point of the lights here was to ensure you knew the path and had enough light to see a rock or limb on the path. We didn't need the light to keep us safe. No one on the islands did. There are running groups as young as four that run on the paths after dark. Teenage girls run alone. Yes, I'm focusing on young women because it is different in the outside world. I could run at night with near impunity. Maisy would have to have her keys out to protect herself.

Not here.

We are stupid

And I have to take control of the pen, because Shin is wandering. We just had breakfast and it was amazing. Hollandaise sauce on my nipples. What to do about that?

We found a solution. I simply love having my nipples licked. Shin prefers his balls. Hell yes, they have Hollandaise sauce on them. We were being silly. And having great fun.

I love this guy. That got me a smile.

Right now, we're heading into the dungeon. Again. You're probably imagining a dark space, with black walls, but that's not this dungeon. It's mostly white, with gorgeous accent colors and a roof that completely opens. Getting your BDSM on with a nice breeze on a pretty day is pretty fucking amazing. Amazing fucking.

It is a really well-equipped dungeon. Shin is very proud of it, since he designed it. He did admit that Nan helped.

Uh huh.

"So, did you try out all the pieces with Nan?" I asked, in my stern voice. He blushed.

"Yes," he said.

"Without my permission!" I shouted.

"Yes, Mistress," he said. "I know I will be punished." We have trouble staying in character and both laughed. Just to give you a feel for how it is outfitted, I'll walk you through.

Clearly he found the Liberator website, because there was a full-suite of their products. The Obéir Spanking Bench. The Wedge/Ramp combo. The Hipster. The Flip ramp. The Esse Chaise. The Prelude bench, which is a favorite. In fact, I'm strapping Shin down to the Prelude bench right now. Once I do, I'm picking the biggest double-ended dildo I can find and fucking him in the ass. Hard.

He must be punished.

There were three different sex swings. We'd tried all of them out already. Two with me in the swing. One with Shin. Hey, I like double-ended dildos.

So does Shin.

There were even different beds. The Silverlake bed. The Loading dock bed. You can search for them.

Let's not forget the toys. A Pleasure Box sex machine which is so damn fun. The Red Devil double. DP from a machine.

It also works with both in the same spot, so Shin likes it too.

One I love is the Bonk`er Classic Set. Let me tell you, there are a lot of options.

Of course, the whips, crops, gags, tie-downs. A lot of them. You could hold one hell of a party in this room. We were going to hold one hell of a party in this room. I laugh at the number of items in this room that Shin bought from Amazon. Their collection is pretty extensive.

We spent about three hours in the room. I spanked him. I whipped him.

I edged him. He didn't get to cum all day. Until he did. I made sure that all the cum landed right on him.

Then I untied him and licked it all off. He picked me up, which seemed so romantic, until he tied me to the frame bed. OK, still romantic, although the feather duster was a little over the top.

No, it wasn't. He's good with it. He tickled my nipples forever, until I actually came from it. That's new to me. He tickled me everywhere. I closed my eyes and that's when he slid up and in.

God this feels good. I opened my eyes and gosh, not Shin.

I only saw Bob briefly before Leslie sat on my face.

Leslie! Bob is so damn special, and I got over. And over. And over. Then he pulled out and covered Leslie and me. They hopped off and Shin laid right down on me, getting cum all over himself.

Then he rolled beside me, I'm sure expecting to get cleaned off.

Oh, he would be. But Leslie had him tied down first.

It got a little crazy from there. Bob fucking Shin. Leslie fucking me.

Me fucking Bob. Something about fucking Bob in the ass while he is tied down is empowering. Shin went first and left his load in Bob. Which was nice lube for me, and then Leslie.

That's when more friends started arriving. I think I'll leave this here and finish in another entry.

It was one hell of a day.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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