27 June 2022

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We might get arrested

We might, but we all have diplomatic passports, so fuck'em. We were just going to have fun.

This is Ruby, with Tomas, Tavi, and Amara. Gabe, Carlina, Luca, and Tegan were in, although Luca was a little reluctant. Tegan wanted to do it, so Luca would do it. Then Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie joined in.

Just the eleven of us. Amara was in her hover chair. She loves her hover chair, particularly now that Lawrence built a waterproof one. Perfect for the beach.

So why was Luca reluctant? Maybe the orgy on the beach we planned.

Kidding. We were going to Clearwater Beach. Nothing special about that, other than I haven't been in a long time. Most of our group had never been and it is an amazing beach. But we're young, and silly, and I'd looked up the indecent exposure laws.

We were curious and pushing the limits, but at least it is a Tuesday, not the weekend.

Today was topless day. Nylah had already won her case, so there was no legal risk, but you know, Florida. Now, Tegan and Carlina just have the nipples bumps going on, so would get less attention, which is silly because, damn they're sexy.

Hallie, Amara, and I have nice B cups.

Then there is Leslie. Easily a C, Leslie. OK, OK, D cup Leslie.

We're a sexy bunch.

The men were sexy but legal. That had been a fuss, too. I'll come back to our shopping party in Paris. Today the boys were in brief speedo style suits. Very brief. Modestly transparent. Clung to you tightly when wet suits.

Come on. Gabe, Luca, Tavi, Tomas, and Hunter.

We were on the beach for less than ten minutes when the first two cops showed up. On their bikes. They were fairly young and good looking. The one cop was the aggressor. He was also struggling with it all. Come on, he wanted to look. The second cop was unabashedly staring and was just happy to have gotten the assignment. I'd bet money he didn't care if we were topless either. No, that's not fair. He liked it.

Especially Tegan.

"Now, listen here girls," said the cop, loudly. No one had been paying us any attention and now everyone was staring. Oh well. Enjoy, folks. This was going to be fun. Now, you're expecting it was me that challenged him. OK, you could be thinking of any of us. Come on, Carlina and Tegan.

No, we let our attorney handle it.

"Thank you for your interest, officer, but they'll be just fine. They all have lots of suntan lotion on," said Hunter.

Well, the cop's face turned red. He was pissed.

"Shut the fuck up, boy," said the cop. The other cop got my attention and pointed at his body cam. Then he smiled at me and winked.

Then he leered at my tits. That was OK. They're out there, right? It was a pretty respectful leer. Yes, there is a difference.

"I would appreciate being spoken to in an appropriate tone and without the profanity. I am their attorney," said Hunter. "You will speak only to me. We are bothering no one and are breaking no laws. Unless you can quote one accurately in the next 30 seconds, I'd strongly suggest you move along, boys."

Oh, he drew boys out for a long time.

"This is indecent exposure!" screamed the cop. Hunter slowly looked at each of us.

"Florida's indecent exposure statute requires exposed sexual organs," said Hunter. "None of us is showing a sexual organ. Beyond that, the Supreme Court has already ruled on this issue."

"I can see their tits!" he exploded.

"And fine tits they are," said Hunter. "My wives in particular." He then pointed at Hallie and Leslie.

"However, a women's breasts are not sexual organs," said Hunter. "And the statute also requires intent to be lewd. They're just sunbathing and if you look closely, all the women have very nice tans and no tan lines. Then again, neither do we boys."

He then turned around and mooned the cop. Yep, no tan lines. He turned back, laughing.

"Good thing my ass isn't a sexual organ either, huh guys?" said Hunter, laughing right at him.

I admit the next thing was unexpected.

The cop took a swing at Hunter. Hunter hadn't counted on it escalating. None of us did. Hunter took a hard shot to the nose. I think the cop was confused that Hunter didn't even blink.

Invulnerable, remember?

I went after the cop, but his partner beat me to it. He had his partner in cuffs in an instant.

"What the fuck are you doing?" said the cop. "Get those off of me!" All of the sudden the cop in cuffs groaned and his eyes rolled up in his head.

Shit.

"Get the cuffs off, roll him, and take his weapons," I said. The young cop followed instructions well. I ripped open his shirt.

He wasn't breathing and his heart was thready. I sat across him and started compressions. Tegan and Carlina took turns breathing for him.

That's how the EMT found us. They wanted to take over.

"No," I said. "You need to shock him. Get a surgeon down here fast. He needs a pacemaker, and he won't survive transport." I can't explain how I knew that, but I did.

Just then an S-88 floated down, and people scattered. Elena came running down the stairs, carrying her bag, wearing one of those white doctor's jackets. It kind of looked like that was all she was wearing. She ran up and I gave her the basics.

"OK," said Elena. "Here's what we're going to do." She pulled a small piece of equipment out of her bag. She pulled out a sterile package and pulled out a probe. She inserted the wires into the small box. There were actually two probes. She knelt down and felt around his chest and found the right spot. Everyone gasped as she shoved two inches of the first probe into his chest. She quickly inserted the second probe. I was still doing compressions. The second probe actually went between two of my fingers.

"OK," said Elena. "I need to shock him. Luca and Gabe, come here. Each of you take one of Ruby's arms. On three, lift her up and off quickly. Ruby pull back your hands when they do." We knew what she wanted. They wouldn't lift me. They didn't need to. They were providing cover for me flying.

Elena held the box in her hand and counted.

"One, two, three," she counted. I lifted my hands and shot up. She hit the button and his body arched, just catching my leg.

Damn I felt that before he dropped back to the ground. Elena was smiling.

"Good rhythm," said Elena. She had the EMTs connect their leads. They seemed pleased and they lifted him onto a stretcher. He was a pretty big guy, so I helped them. They didn't know it, of course. He just felt lighter to them than they expected.

"Ruby, come with us," said Elena. "They'll need more information." I pointed at my tits and Elena laughed. She buttoned the remaining buttons and reached under the coat and managed to completely wiggle out of her romper and handed it to me.

I slipped it on. We're about the same size.

"You know, I could have just worn the coat," I said.

"I guess that would have worked, too," laughed Elena. The woman EMT handed Elena a pair of scrubs.

"I guess you could have just worn these, too," said Elena. Elena pulled the pants up and on under her coat. Then she unbuttoned the coat and shrugged it off.

Leaving her wearing scrub bottoms. Only scrub bottoms. She pulled the top over her head.

"Ready," she said. The scrubs were big, and we were all getting pretty great tit shots through the arm hole. I suspect she knows. The woman EMT did. She made sure she was positioned for the show.

You go, girl.

I turned to the other cop, who we found out is Terrell. Terrell is a freaking hunk.

"I'm Ruby," I said, sticking out my hand. At least now he could look at my face instead of my tits.

Although I really kind of liked him staring at my tits. It made his dick hard.

And a very fine dick it appeared to be.

"Listen, we need to get to the hospital," I said. "Leave your bike with my friends. You can ride with me. Elena can come with us." Elena had already told us she expected the cop to be fine, which was encouraging.

"On what, your bicycle?" he said, smiling. "You're not old enough to drive."

"And you've clearly never met anyone from Dionysus," I said. Oh, his cock bounced on the word Dionysus. Nice. He really is a nice looking young man, from what I can see, given he is in a uniform. Tall, maybe 6'3", muscular, dark brown hair and, from my, um, observation, a thick 9-inch (23 cm) cock. Hispanic, like me.

I wanted that cock. Would I get that cock?

"Just trust me," I said, and he followed. I laughed because he kept stealing glances.

Big armholes, remember? But it was slowing us down. Elena is sexy AF, so it is understandable.

"Listen," I said. "Enjoy the view, but it is slowing us down. You can fuck us later, but for now we have to move." I sped up and realized that statement had stopped him in his tracks.

Oh. Oops. Sorry. Well, at least he wasn't visibly hard anymore, and his uniform shorts were dark.

I walked back. Oh, except for the cum dripping down his leg. I moved close so no one could see and scooped a bit up on my finger. Then I camped it up a bit licking it off. Quickly though. One more scoop and he's clean. I offered him my finger.

Which is why a Clearwater cop was briefly sucking my finger on the beach. It left him with a stupid grin, but I took his hand and we jogged to my car. I think it confused him a little when we ran to an S63 convertible. Hey, they're gorgeous. He was finally on board and got strapped in while I did. Elena hopped into the back, giving him a hell of a down blouse in the process. There is something about a down blouse...

Oh, you're wondering about her plane. It's at the house. It flew itself there. No place to land at the hospital.

They were going to Morton Plant hospital, which was a good choice, particularly now that Elena owns BayCare. Hey, this is home. Good medical care and all that. What he didn't know yet was we were going to get there about the time they did, even with their head start.

He might have figured it out when the car lifted a hundred feet off the ground, to a few gasps from nearby people. We took off like a shot and Terrell was just laughing and laughing.

Well that's good. Oh no, one more drip. I scooped it up and licked it off, which made him groan, and pointed to the glove box.

Wendy's napkins. Plenty of them. Hey, what girl doesn't like a late night Frosty. OK, that was a double-entendre that I did not intend, but I love that, too.

Bob will love it, too. I will love Bob's rewards.

A lot.

We got to the hospital, and I knew the ER was valet parking. We drifted down right in front of the valet stand, to the surprise of the valet and a woman waiting for her car. I handed the valet the keys and a hundred dollar bill. Oh, it wouldn't fly for him. The car knows the driver, right?

We got out and went inside and a crew immediately swept around the cop. The good news is that all the news was good news. Suddenly, he was being pulled away from me.

"Stop," he said, firmly. He walked back and took my hand and Elena's hand and turned back to them.

"Lead the way," he said. I think the scrubs helped. I know that the Candy Striper that was leading us was enjoying the view. How do I know?

She got hard. I turned to her. Her name tag said she was Marisol.

"Marisol, stay close," I said. "We're having a party tonight and we'd like to invite you. Actually invite you both. Just be aware, it is at the Dionysus consulate, so there will be a lot of fucking going on." Sometimes you just have to shock them. Terrell was clearly in. He got hard again as soon as Marisol got hard.

I was going to enjoy Terrell.

"Oh, I couldn't," said Marisol.

"Is it because it would make you uncomfortable, you really are not interested, or you are concerned that people will freak out about your cock," I asked. Her eyes shot up.

"Because if it is the cock," I said. "That is not an issue at all. I'd personally love for you to fuck me." Blunt, I was feeling blunt. After all, they were both standing there scoping out my tits and Elena's. It made me hot, what can I say. We needed to move though.

"Think about it. Entirely legal and you'll never forget the night," I said. We started walking.

"My parents wouldn't let me," said Marisol, quietly. I admit I laughed.

"Yeah, they would," I said. "Trust me. An evening with royalty and they know what will happen. Hell, they'll want to come."

"Not my parents," she said. "I'll change back into my jeans and t-shirt and become Marty before I go home. This all freaks them out."

"Oh girl," I said. "We need to talk. I'll help." Just then we got to the room where Terrell's partner was. The doctor was just leaving. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me. He freaking bowed to me and Elena.

"Countess Ruby, Princess Elena" he said, straightening back up. Clearly Elena couldn't resist.

She bowed back. Too big a scrub top, remember?

Young doctor, down blouse shot, hard cock. Hey, that's some nice poetry. You could see me reading it onstage at a small coffee shop with beatniks. Whatever the fuck a beatnik is. History books for me.

The doctor's name was Talan, and I recognized the accent, mild as it was. Fuck he's a stud. He confirmed that Terrell's partner was just fine. He'd had a heart attack, but I had saved him. He was in surgery having stents implanted and we could see him in the morning. Now it was my turn.

"Would you like to come to our house for a wild all night sex party?" I asked, in Farsi. His eyes got big, and he looked at the other two people with me. They hadn't reacted, at least any more than hearing me rattle off Farsi might have caused.

"Dude," I said. "I said it in Farsi. They don't understand."

"I do," said Marisol. "And one way or another, I'm going to the party." Marisol stood up straighter, which pushed her cock out there. The doctor noticed.

Oh, how he noticed.

"How do you speak Farsi?" I asked. I don't think that I mentioned that Marisol is black. About 5'7", thin, A cups, which I suspect are padding, and a 5-inch (13 cm) cock.

The candy striper uniform was just a bonus.

"My best friend goes to your school," she said. "He teaches me all the languages." Nice. Swahili.

I admit I kind of sighed.

"Why aren't you in our school?" I asked. She shook her head.

"My parents," she said. "Yeah, no. They're convinced they can change me back to Marty and pray for me a lot."

OK, I knew what I needed to fix.

"Honestly," said Marisol. "They have my little brother and sister. They'd really prefer it if I just moved out."

Aw fuck.

"OK," I said. "You can be a boarding student."

"Your school here doesn't have boarding. It is a day school," said Marisol.

"We have other schools," I said. "No problem." Marisol laughed. She has a nice laugh.

"Yeah, like that could happen," she said, in the saddest damn voice. I turned towards her and took her shoulders and turned her to me.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked. She smiled.

"I do not live under a rock," said Marisol. "My one and only nice dress is Zara." Oh shit. I looked her up and down again.

"Would you model for us?" I said, in a strange segue. She looked at me.

"My dream is to model, but you don't mean it," said Marisol. I did the only thing I knew to do.

I went for the hug. Once we broke the embrace, I spoke.

"Honey," I said. "Your life changed the day we met. It will never be the same, and that's OK." I turned to Elena.

"I'm taking Marisol shopping. We'll meet you in a few hours," I said. I handed her the valet ticket and a hundred dollar bill. I was pretty sure she didn't have cash in those scrubs.

"I'll fetch your plane," I said. Elena just nodded. She was a bit entranced by the combination of Talan and Terrell. I was going to enjoy them both. I suspected Elena might first. After all, she has a nice office here. I'll let her tell that story first.

Like I'd do DP in my office

This is Elena. Ruby just wants to hear all about me getting fucked by both of these hunks. I'm sure she is imagining DP in my office.

Well sure. We're all horny little things, although I'm not as little anymore. I'm up to about 5'7" and have nice B cups.

Which I've been flashing to everyone in the hospital for a bit. I turned to Talan.

"Are your responsibilities complete?" I asked. I got a huge smile and a hard cock in reply. Damn. Nice long thin cock.

Perfect.

"We need to discuss the case and I need to share with you what you'll need to do for your partner," I said. If by do things for your partner, I meant getting a blowjob. I wonder if...

Nah.

"Let's go to my office," I said.

"Your office?" they both said. Oh boy. Oh boy.

Terrell just said jinx. I was watching. Both their cocks bounced, and they grinned at each other. I leaned in close.

"You can pay that off in my office," I said. "And yes, I have an office here. I own BayCare."

OK, they both stared at me. I laughed and turned sideways and lifted my arms.

Sometimes a tit shot is the right answer. Well, it is almost always the right answer.

It was for them. They followed me like puppies. We took the elevator up and walked down the hall to my office suite. My assistant, Ella May, was at her desk. Ella May is also very smart.

She followed us into my office. Ella May doesn't have a ton of work to do, since I am not often here, so she works with Hayden, too. She also goes to our school here. Honestly, I admit I was surprised she was here.

"I thought you worked at home unless you knew I was in town," I said. She laughed.

"Space plane lands on the beach and mysterious young woman implants an external pacemaker before flying off in a car," said Ella May. "I was confident you'd be in."

Well, there is that. Just as she said that she locked the door. She was dressed in a nice, gorgeous wrap dress. I'd bet money it was Zara. Damn. Ella May is 11. Ella May is small and undeveloped.

Ella May is quite experienced.

I like Ella May.

"Am I reading this right?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said. "Hopefully." She turned to them. Ella May takes charge. That would be the best video series ever. She turned to the men.

"OK, here's the deal and I am going to be blunt. This entire hospital complex is a Dionysus consulate. I go to the local school here. Have you all heard of the ages of consent?" asked Ella May.

Both men just nodded. Their cocks have to be painful.

"Don't forget the jinx," I said. Both men looked at each other and back at us. By the time they did, Ella May and I were naked.

Damn that kiss was impressive and included rubbing their cocks together. I'm surprised neither one of them came. Then again, Terrell already has.

"Strip," ordered Ella May. Oh good. Ella May is in charge.

They stripped.

"We like to watch a little man-on-man action. You both seem to like that. Your choice. Enjoy," said Ella May. They looked hesitant. "Then you can fuck us both."

"I've already cum once," said Terrell. "You should fuck me." Well that is a good suggestion. Ella May handed them a nice bottle of lube. Ella May is always prepared. Damn, another video series. We watched Talan fuck Terrell. Hard. Like he needed to cum quickly.

Well, we are a temptation. When they finished, Ella May went into my office bathroom to get a couple warm washcloths. While she did, Talan cleaned out Terrell. I like these two.

What happened next was athletic and damn fun. I needed that. Remember I mentioned Ella May is always prepared?

Six spatulas.

Before they could be with us, I did manage to squeeze the can but don't have to speech in but my timing might be suspect since Talan slid in on the word have which somehow feels appropriate.

I think I might visit Clearwater more often.

"I hope you do," whispered Ella May. "Bring Nick." A fair request.

Marisol needs clothes

I know, this is a common story in our journal. Find someone in a difficult situation and try to fix it. It doesn't always work, but often it does, and we like that. So we keep doing it. Rich people that hoard their wealth piss us off. Did anyone every mention that Flint has nice sparkling lead free water now?

It fucking does and we have crews testing water globally. It is all part of Morgan's global water initiative. We just didn't expect so damn much of it to be in the US. Oh gosh, almost always in towns with mostly brown people. Ruby, here. Brown Ruby.

I'll bet you're as stunned as I am.

Sorry for the tangent. It actually pisses me off that everyone finds me so attractive, given I am brown. You know the type. White. Own assault rifles. They find me attractive, in all the wrong ways. Back on topic, Ruby.

"OK," I said to Marisol. "Let's go."

"I can't leave now," she said. "I have half a shift left." I asked her who her supervisor was, and she pointed at a slightly older girl.

"She's a little power mad," said Marisol. "Her name is Mantha. It's really Samantha, which she hates, and she refuses to go by Sam. She likes to tell that story while staring at my cock. Honestly, I think she's horny and interested in both the boy part and the girl part of me."

OK, I admit I laughed a little, which led to Marisol laughing a little, which led Mantha to come over to shoosh us. I turned and looked right at her and clearly she recognized me.

I think it was the moan that gave it away. Time to shake her up.

"So am I in your late night masturbation fantasies?" I asked. Mantha is now colored an impressively bright red. I wasn't done.

"What about Marisol? Are you dreaming of tits and a cock when you rub your clit at the end and just explode?" I said. I think Mantha's knees buckled a bit. She also moaned.

"Is there somewhere that we could talk privately?" I asked. "Marisol, we'll be right back. Can you cover for a minute?" Marisol just smiled and nodded. She'd heard the moans.

She took me down a back hall and into a small room with a bed. Well, that's bold.

"These are for the interns and residents on long shifts," said Mantha. "They're not very busy this time a day."

"Is this where you come in and get off when being around Marisol gets you too horny?" I said, pushing her buttons. I thought she'd deny it, but she was quiet for a moment. I waited her out.

"Yes," she said. "It is, and yes, you're regularly featured, too. So is Tomas. I'm a freaking virgin and scared to do anything about it and have turned into a bitch."

Then she started crying. I won't say that's good, because it would be mean, but I suspected she'd never admitted any of this to anyone. I took her hand and led her over to the bed. Her eyes got big, and I shook my head no with a smile. I just laid back on the bed and pulled her on top of me and hugged her. She tucked her head under my chin and just bawled. I held her and waited her out. Finally she slowed down and sat up, sitting on my legs, just below my waist. She wiped her eyes with a tissue and then looked at me. This time her eyes got huge. I looked down at myself.

OK, I laughed a little. She must have cried a lot more than I realized, because the wet spot right over my nipple is now transparent. The look in her eyes was lust. Pure lust.

"As much as I would love to get naked and show you new things," I said. "And I would, now is not the time. We need to talk."

She told a story of overly religious parents, too. She hated being a Candy Striper, but her parents forced her. Shit. How many parents were doing that in Elena's hospitals? Fuck. I thought that part of the story to Elena and she promised an immediate investigation. As she put it, she was so used to seeing Candy Stripers that she didn't think anything about it. She said she'd ensure they were paid for their hours, too.

I think she feels bad. Now I needed to focus on Mantha.

"Do you really like being called Mantha? It's fine if you do," I said. She laughed.

"My name is Sammy. Everyone in the world, including my parents, know it is Sammy. They saw me look admiringly at a girl one day and insisted I could no longer be Sammy. The funny thing is I liked her dress. Oh, she was cute, but I'm kind of addicted to Zara, but my parents would never allow it," said Sammy.

"Tell me more about your family and, honestly, their religion," I said. The story sucked. She was being shunned for her name by the people who gave her the name. That was trivial, though, compared to the corporal punishment. I got to see Sammy topless for all the wrong reasons. I suspected it was one of the reasons they were so firm about no sex.

Because someone would have seen the bruises. I thought all this to Elena.

"Shit. Marisol is a mess, too," thought Elena. "I just made her let me look. They're beating the shit out of them. Both of you. My office."

We headed up. Of course I knew where it was. I knew the nice leather couch in her office even better. I walked in and the first thing I noticed was the big container of Clorox wipes on the end table next to the couch. Elena noticed where I was looking and casually picked it up and put it in her desk.

Sammy and Marisol both noticed. I know this because that caused them to moan.

"Sit," said Elena, pointing to the couch. Elena and I pulled our chairs around right in front of them. They were sitting next to each other, and Marisol clearly didn't like it. She had already said she didn't like Sammy. Sammy turned to Marisol.

"I am really sorry for the way I have acted to you. It is inexcusable. I'm confused and my parents have fucked me up and you turn me on," said Sammy. "Those thoughts confuse me, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

Marisol looked surprised but smiled.

"Thank you," said Marisol. "No one understands more than me. Our parents go to the same church. You're a year ahead of me in bible study."

"I know Marty, I know," said Sammy, in a guttural voice. She realized it and blushed. Then Marisol surprised me.

"May I kiss you?" asked Marisol. Sammy looked shocked for a moment, but then sat up straight. Sammy has nice C cups hidden behind that Candy Striper uniform.

"Yes, I would like that," said Sammy. Marisol leaned in for a kiss and they clearly both had no freaking idea how to kiss. They just mashed dry lips against each other and sat back. It didn't appear to be too satisfying.

"That just sucked as a first kiss," said Elena. "I'll bet you're both disappointed. Let us show you."

Which was when Elena leaned over and gave me a world-class kiss, with lots of tongue, and a tweak or two to my nipples.

Now, that was a kiss. I'm confident they both knew that given Sammy's nipples were poking through several layers of clothing and Marisol's cock just had to hurt.

"Your turn," said Elena. "Do you need another example?" Sammy laughed.

"Oh yes," she said, in the same guttural voice. Elena leaned in for another kiss, but this time pulled the top of my romper down and tweaked my left nipple and then sucked on my right nipple.

I believe you are aware that I can cum from nipple play.

And I did. Well, what can I say? When I settled down I pulled my top up and looked back at our guests.

"You can close your mouths now," said Elena. So they did.

"Things are that different on Dionysus, aren't they?" asked Marisol, with a little squeak.

"Yes, but define on Dionysus," said Elena. "That includes any of our properties, including the hospitals, but more importantly, the schools."

We have now heard them both moan. Oh. Then Sammy rolled through a small orgasm. Good for her.

"I don't know how to say this, but I am a mandatory reporter. I'm a doctor," said Elena, which turned the mood. She had no choice.

"I have notified the authorities and they will be visiting your houses today," said Elena. "They'll want to interview both of you, as the oldest children in both families."

Sammy and Marisol were both crying.

"They'll split us all up!" cried Sammy.

"No they won't," said Elena. "I'm sorry. I should have made that clear. We've already arranged for your younger siblings to be released to you. We've arranged housing on campus for both groups."

"But your campus here is a day school," said Marisol, firmly. Elena sighed.

"Not anymore," said Elena. "I assume you know most of the other kids in the church?"

"Sure," said both of them. Sammy said "jinx" really softly, but Marisol heard her.

We took a small pause for their kiss. And a lot of groping.

Progress, right? They finally came up gasping a bit for air.

"Breathe through your nose!" said Elena. That got their first laugh, and it was nice. I did notice they were holding hands. Also nice.

"It's not a very big church. They split us up into small classes so they can control us. There are just five families," said Marisol. She looked thoughtful for a minute.

"Three families with three kids, which includes both of us. One family with two kids and one family with five," said Marisol. "Sixteen kids. We all get along OK. The two of us were the only two that didn't, and now we understand why." I saw her squeeze Sammy's hand, which got a small smile from Sammy.

Yay!

"Nic is working now," said Sammy. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," shouted Elena and the door open and a young man walked in.

Dayum. Yes, that required the long version of the word damn.

"I was told to report here?" said Nic. You could tell that he was nervous and didn't acknowledge Sammy or Marisol.

Until he saw they were holding hands and the corners of his mouth turned up just a bit. That would have been easy to miss.

His hardening cock was not. Then he realized it and was clearly embarrassed. I hopped up and positioned myself to block the view.

"Here, sit in my chair," I said. I moved so no one could see his cock until he sat down. That hid it, but not a lot.

The kid is big. You know what I mean.

We let Marisol and Sammy tell the story. They were smart enough to start by saying his 5-year-old brother was safe, and he would get custody. Fuck. 5.

That made him smile. Just then Sammy got a shocked look and turned to Elena.

"The door wasn't locked!" said Sammy. Elena just smiled and shrugged, just as there was a knock on the door and four kids burst through. Sammy and Marisol jumped up but were both mowed down by two kids leaping on them. Finally it settled down and we got all the names out. Marisol's younger sister and brother are Kris and Deandre. They're 11 and 8.

And freaking gorgeous.

I wonder where Talan and Terrell are? That just popped in my head. Anyway.

We also met Ruben and Ayla, Sammy's 11 and 9 year old brother and sister.

Also gorgeous. Elena asked if everyone was comfortable talking together or if she should do the interviews alone.

"Together is fine," said Ayla. "I'm betting they all look like this." With that, she pulled off her t-shirt. Fuck. She was bruised everywhere. Elena moved closer and had her slowly turn around.

"Fuck," muttered Elena. "Is that a cigarette burn?" asked Elena, pointing to a spot on her small areola.

"Yes," said Ayla. "My blowjob didn't get him off. Given he was almost passed out drunk, even fucking Ruben wouldn't have worked."

Aw fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

We finally figured out that the oldest kids were too old for their parents. Only the less developed kids.

Like Ayla and Ruben. And Kris and Deandre.

And Nat, who just arrived. Who is 5. Shit.

"I am so sorry, but I need to document everything. Head to toe," said Elena. "I have an examining room through this door. I have to have a witness. Is everyone comfortable with Ruby or should I get a nurse? I can get a male and a female nurse, and you can choose."

"If this will put my parents in jail, you can broadcast video of me naked on HBO," said Ayla. Suddenly Ayla was naked. She truly is beautiful, but the bruises were horrible. Elena picked up her clothes and handed them to her.

"Let's undress in the other room, please," she said. She led Ayla in and did the full workup.

Including a rape kit. Which came back positive.

In the front and the back.

Now, you might be thinking about how hypocritical this is. After all, Ayla is 9.

But Ruby at 9 is not the same as Ayla at 9. There is also that important concept of consent. In our world, a 9-year-old is growing up in a world of value. They have the ability to consent and often do.

That's not Ayla's world and even if it was, she didn't consent.

We were going to fry them.

One by one we did the exams. The two remaining families arrived, and I'll introduce them, but the pattern was the same. An older teenage sibling that basically raised their younger siblings. They were abused, physically, but not sexually.

The younger kids were. Badly. Painfully.

The next family to arrive was just three kids. Jayllon, Kalli, and Finley. 16, 9, and 6.

Shit again. 6. Shit.

The final family actually had two teenagers that acted as parents and three younger siblings. Kassy and Kody. Both with a K. Kassy and Kody are 15-year-old twins. Their siblings are Kailyn, Keen, and Kelsey. What was it with the letter K?

Got it. Dad is Kurt, with a K. Damn.

Kailyn is 12, Keen is 10, and Kelsey is 5.

All in, some damn attractive and horribly bruised kids. Elena got positive swabs from every one of the younger kids.

Particularly the boys. She identified four different samples from Keen and five from Finley.

This just sucks. We finally got them all dressed just as there was another knock on the door. In came Vicky, which did and didn't surprise me, and a man in a bad sport coat that I would bet was a police officer. There was another younger man, who appeared to be Vicky's sidekick.

Something was going on there, too. I know things. Oh, with the cop, too. I gave him another look. A hunk on a public servant's salary. Vicky introduced Gavyn as a fellow social worker and Memphis, who is the cop. Just then the female version of Memphis came running in. Same harried, underpaid look, which honestly could apply to social workers, too.

"Let me guess. You're Lexington?" asked Kalli. That got her a funny look from our new entrant.

"How did you know that? Have we met?" asked Lexington, who is indeed a female cop. They're both on the kid's sexual assault team, as are Vicky and Gayvn. She was a little confused on the laughter but come on. Memphis and Lexington? I leaned over to Kalli.

"I know you read her," I said, which got me a big smile in return. It also got me a look of lust.

Oh boy. We'll need some counseling here. I sent a quick text and got confirmation back that Amai, Gina, and Cassie were on their way, with Luke.

A good team. Oh good. Jessica and Colby are on their way, too. That covers the age ranges pretty well.

With Elena and me.

"Listen, this is getting too crowded, and you'll need to see their living arrangements," said Elena. "Why don't we move this to their house."

Which if I had to guess was Elena's house until a few minutes ago.

Yep.

Given it was next door to my house, on the isthmus, I knew it would work perfectly. We'd welcome them on the street.

"Let me arrange transport," said Lexington, in a way that only a cop could speak. A damn fine looking cop, I might add. Fuck it. I notice things, including the sparks from all four of them. I caught Vicky's eye and she winked at me.

Go Vicky.

"I've already arranged transport," said Elena, just as an E-82 floated down past her window. She'd come in an S-88, which wasn't big enough. We weren't jumping either, but I'll bet this E-82 could, too. In fact, I know it can. Members of the Royal family are only allowed to travel on jump capable planes and must have one nearby as an escape pod.

Ain't that weird.

I looked back and Memphis was sweating. His face was just white and that's pretty white given he is White. You know what I mean?

"I need to go by car," I said. "Would anyone prefer to travel by car?"

"Well, I wouldn't want you to have to drive alone," said Memphis. I saw Kalli's lips curl just a touch.

"Me too," she said. We all headed downstairs, and one group ran up the stairs to the plane and took off. I completely forgot the reason I was driving.

And took off, too. I looked to my right and realized that Memphis was white knuckled holding on.

Oops. I immediately landed and apologized.

He finally calmed down.

"I am so sorry. I know we were driving and just flat forgot," I said.

"Your car can fly," said Memphis. I did note that while he was looking at me, his cock grew. This must be a difficult job.

"I'll bet it is, too," said Kalli, smiling at me. Memphis just looked confused, and Kalli winked at me. Well, it does feel like our theory has more data, but not in a good way.

"Oh, not all bad. Plenty of good," thought Kalli. "Did you see all those gorgeous kids? We all love sex. We don't like getting raped and we fucking know the difference."

Yeah, honey. We do, too.

We finally got to the house, and the plane was in the yard and empty. We went inside and heard splashing from the pool. We walked through to find Vicky, Gavyn, and Lexington standing outside, talking to each other.

All the kids were in the pool. All their clothes were neatly folded and placed on a lounge. Well, they're neat kids, I give them that.

Mamphis and I walked over to Vicky.

"Where is Elena?" I asked. Vicky pointed over my shoulder. I turned just as Elena bounced twice on the end of the diving board and did a forward somersault with a twist into the pool.

All five of us moaned.

"How the fuck do we handle this?" asked Memphis. "They're happily frolicking in a freaking pool naked. The jury will never buy this."

"You're saying that it is OK for their parents and their parents' friends to rape them because they're comfortable swimming nude?" I asked.

"Yes," said Lexington. "You'll get a jury that believes strongly in family values. In other words, they don't view raping a few kids as a big deal, but kids enjoying sex, that's horrific."

"OK," said Elena. "We'll take them."

"What do you mean you'll take them?" asked Lexington.

"We'll find a way to get the parents to the hospital. As soon as they cross onto the property, we will arrest them. Not your problem anymore," said Elena.

The two cops looked confused, but Vicky was smiling.

"That would work, but this is much bigger than you realized," said Vicky. "We discovered, from the kids on the flight, that their families are all members of the same home schooling co-op, if all they're teaching is rape. Marisol and the other older kids confirmed about sixty families in all."

Good lord.

"How many kids total?" asked Elena.

"Ninety-six," said Vicky. "Can you take them all?"

"Yes," said Elena and me together. Vicky just waited us out with raised eyebrows. You know us too well, Vicky. Elena said it softly, but we didn't pay up. Not in front of the cops.

"We all know what jinx means," said Memphis. "Everyone knows what jinx means."

Fuck it. I pulled Elena in for one hell of a kiss. As in both of us came, hard.

It's always nice to set a good example to the children.

"They'll all be here in the next half hour," said Vicky. Just ignore the orgasms. Well played, Vicky.

"This is a consulate too, right?" said Vicky. We assured her it was. The entire isthmus.

"And Amy and Bob have a home here, right?" asked Vicky. I pointed out it was three doors down.

"That's a house?" said Memphis. "I thought it was a hotel."

Which is when the light bulb went on. Their house is huge. Much bigger than it needed to be. It had a wing with even more bedrooms. I always wondered why they built such a big house. There is also a covered walkway to Morgan and Sophia's house, which is damn near as big. Let's assume doubling up.

We'd still need almost fifty bedrooms.

Which means we needed Orlando and Grace's house, too. All three in a row. All huge. All with one large, connected driveway.

This time I was surprised, but just then an S-88 landed.

Three doors down. Amy and Bob arrived by wave runner, which was quite an entrance. At least Bob had a shirt on, even if it was three sizes too small.

No one minded. I'm pretty sure Kalli moaned.

"Damn straight I fucking moaned," thought Kalli to me. "I'd do them both. Repeatedly."

Me too, Kalli, me too. That made her laugh.

They came up and introduced themselves and we caught them up a bit.

"You're thinking an invitation to a Royal Party might attract all the parents," said Amy, just as Kalli walked up.

"That would work. They aspire to your teachings, they just added in a ton of sadism and bruises," said Kalli. "They believe they're the next evolution of your society."

Well that sucks, too.

So it was planned. The kids all followed us down to the three big houses. Somehow Morgan, Sophia, Orlando, and Grace were already here and were giving tours of the houses. The rest of Amy and Bob's family helped welcome the kids that got off busses. I didn't see Jessica and Bill. You know Bill has to be here, too.

Until they each got off a different bus.

Nothing surprises me, except that fact that I wasn't in on any of this.

"I was," said Amy. "I knew."

"No one asked a question," said Lexington.

"Sorry, I was thinking to myself," said Amy. "Somehow we knew to build these this way. Let's connect the rest of the houses, too. We can move up a bit." She turned to Vicky.

"You know the situation. If you find more kids like this, let us know. They have to be able to live in our culture," said Amy.

"How many can you take?" asked Vicky.

"Three hundred and thirteen, for now," replied Jessica.

"But we can build more houses inland," said Bill. "My rough estimate is several thousand, but as we reach each milestone we can coordinate."

"You're saying you can house several thousand sexually abused kids," said Lexington.

"Yes," said Jessica. Lexington continued the conversation with Jessica and suddenly stopped.

"How old are you?" asked Lexington.

"I'm 5," said Jessica. "Why?" Then she smiled and waited out Lexington. Lexington smiled.

"No reason," said Lexington. "It sounds like you and your brother have it all worked out and we thank you. We thank all of you. You're giving up incredible homes for these kids."

Amy smiled.

"Not really," said Amy, pointing up the beach. "Those are our new houses."

That made these look like shacks.

And no one was surprised.

Now, we had the kids, but not the parents. We spent the rest of the afternoon planning, but it had to be tonight. They'd notice that none of their kids came home. We found out that Marisol's dad is the nominal leader.

So Bob called him. Marty. Of course Marisol was named after him. It had to really fuck him up that she's Marisol. Good. Fuck him.

"Is this Marty?" said Bob. "Good, good. My name is Bob. You may be aware of me and my family. I'm the king of Dionysus. We became aware of your church recently and are so hopeful that we could get together and compare notes. I met your son Marty at the hospital today and while he wouldn't share any details, I got a strong impression we share some more innovative ideas than may be more publicly known. I know it is such short notice, but we wondered if you and your church group might be able to join us for an impromptu party at our home here in Clearwater. The more the merrier. We've already arranged, with your permission, to pick up all the kids at school, to save you any inconvenience. Don't forget. Our house is a consulate, so our rules apply."

"You can?" said Bob. "Outstanding. Do I understand that there are affiliated congregations? If you can have someone text me the info on where to pick up all the kids, we can send buses. That's the amazing thing about being a king. People will just hand kids over to me. It's awesome. Weekends. Sometimes more. Lots and lots of kids.

"I really appreciate younger children. I suspect you know exactly what I mean. I hope it is a shared interest."

Bob was pushing, but I was sure he was reading the signals. He also sounded smarmy as fuck.

"How many kids should we prepare for?" said Bob. "Wow. 99. That's amazing." Then he let out a little moan. An incredibly realistic moan.

I think it cemented the deal.

"Oh yes. My personal cell. I don't share it often, but it just felt right," said Bob, in full suck up mode. Finally he hung up.

I jumped in.

"We don't need them here. We really don't want them here. We need them on Dionysus soil. Send planes. As soon as they step on the plane, they're on our property, so arrest them and take them right up. Make the pilots kids that would appeal to them, pretty immodestly dressed. It is borderline, but we can get the pilots," I said.

"I'll do it," said Jessica. Bill and Colby jumped in, too.

"I got this," said Colby. He got on his phone and within minutes a fleet of space planes filled the street. And the lawns. And the beach. A lot of them.

We needed 29 planes flown by sexy kids. Jessica overshot, to be safe.

I also know she was planning on them all staying for a while. I did laugh that one of them is Pari.

Pari and her puffies.

We only missed one

Ironically, it was Marisol's mother. Somehow she was in the wind. We'd find her. Trust me. We would. Oh, sorry, Bob here. This whole situation sucks. Amy and I are sticking around Clearwater for a while. We actually were staying in the Master bedroom of our old house that is now a dorm. It's a pretty nice apartment and as soon as we find a dorm parent or parents, they can move in.

We hate these situations and yes we stumble into them but fuck we're going to do anything we can to help. Pari wanted to talk to Amy and me, which wasn't exactly difficult since she was between us in bed. Yes, all the kids know we're together. Their primary emotion appears to be envy.

"I'm going to add boarding for abuse victims at every school. I cannot believe we didn't do this before," said Pari.

She wasn't asking. She was informing. We love Pari for a reason.

I am fucking Marisol

I suppose you could read that title several ways. If this isn't Marisol, the title is not a clue who is typing. Oh, yes, that was indiscrete, but I'm allowed to be, given this is Marisol.

I'm the nominal leader of this new clan. All in we ended up with over 350 kids, all living in mansions on the water and fucking as openly and as much as we want.

Our lives have improved. It has only been a couple weeks, but the bruises, both physical and emotional, are healing. Bill and Jessica have been here the entire time, and so have Colby, Nylah, and Karolina. They've brought other kids in and out so we could meet them. Some, like Cassie and Kevin, have their own stories to tell. Yesterday I met both Juanita and Amai and learned their stories and you could just see their happiness in their current lives.

I'm also 16. No, nothing happened with them personally, but I am getting worn out every day. What I saw, beyond some pretty amazing sex, was how everyone included them in everything. Hell, they appear to revere them. There is a chant!

So things are truly different here. Not just the sex, but the level of responsibility. We're not kids in a dorm with a full-time maid staff. We're kids that share a house and are expected to chip in. Now, there is a staff, given there are over 350 of us, but for the most part we're responsible for ourselves. We setup the world's largest chore chart. We only have about 100 bedrooms, so there is a lot of sharing, which we all love. Most rooms have two Queen beds and hold four. They have a big bathroom, so that works well. A few have just a king-size bed, so those are just two, or sometimes three, but those are reserved for people in a relationship.

Sammy and I share one.

I'm living my life as both Marisol and Mart. Fuck the Y. I'm just Mart now. Anything to not have the same name as my piece of shit dad. I'm on just enough hormones to have small A cup breasts, which are easily hidden under Mart's T-shirt. Right?

I don't even know the reason that I sometimes switch. I just know what day it is. Do you know what amazes me? No one cares. On Mart days, I'm Mart. On Marisol days, I'm Marisol. No one makes a mistake. No one questions it. It just is. What is the most fascinating is sex. Yeah, I love sex, but I mean the situation. Sex when I am Mart is totally different than sex when I am Marisol. It is not a dominance thing. I'm more often in charge as Marisol. OK, maybe it is a little, but the woman is favored here and that doesn't surprise you. I'll give you an example. Getting fucked when I am Mart is being a bottom. Getting fucked when I am Marisol is being a girl.

Totally different. Even when I am the middle of a train it is different, given my persona for the day.

Even though I am naked. Think that through. Even though I am naked.

I have no idea why I went on that tangent, but you're picturing me naked and liking it.

I just wanted to go to the beach

Ruby, here. Now I realize we were in Clearwater for a reason. Often what happens seems disconnected, but it isn't. There was a reason we were on the beach and the events leading up to finding Marisol and Sammy were supposed to happen. Even the heart attack was going to happen. If we hadn't been there, the outcome likely would have been different and not in a good way.

Pari and I are on our way to Dallas. I'm working with her on the rollout of shelters. Dallas is a pretty big city and seems like a good next step. Once we get the process down, we'll setup a cadence to do more in parallel.

Sometimes things come together. OK, in our world they almost always do. I might have wasted the word almost in that sentence.

More to come.

A new friend is always fun

Leslie, here. I just thought I'd share a little fun story. I was at dinner with Orlando and Morgan. Just the three of us. No particular reason except nostalgia. We were having dinner at the Island Grille. We had even laughed that Chris couldn't make it. It was kind of her place. She's still a legend here. If that crazy incident had never happened, Chris might never have met Noah. That was a hell of a time with Will and Gail, too. Still is.

Now I'm wet. Well, I'm pretty much always wet.

We happened to notice a distinguished older man eating alone at the table next to us. There was nothing special about him. Maybe early sixties, a little overweight but attractive, with a nicely trimmed beard. Just a normal guy. Carrying a little extra weight wasn't an issue, but you knew that. He was eating sushi and it looked like he was reading a book on his phone. He didn't seem unhappy, but you know us, eating alone is unlikely for us. We did something we probably shouldn't have. We speculated about why he was eating alone. It was just a fun little dinner conversation. Morgan had him as a lonely widower with no friends. That was harsh and we called her on it. Orlando had him as an out-of-town businessman just having a quiet dinner alone. My thought was his Tinder date stood him up. We laughed about it a little and went back to our dinner conversation.

After a bit, I noticed him getting up to leave. I could see he left a generous tip. That's a little bit of how I measure a person. Orlando even mentioned it and we all agreed.

Then he stepped over to our table.

"I just wanted to thank all three of you for everything that you're doing for our entire world. I am confident that our world is in good hands," he said. "Have a nice night. Oh, and Morgan's guess was the closest." With that he turned to leave. Oh shit. He'd heard everything we said.

"Wait," I said. "Come sit with us. We'd like to apologize and buy you a drink or dessert." He turned back with a smile.

"That's thoughtful, but you didn't hurt my feelings. We've all played that game. Sometimes the truth is a little painful, but I am fine," he said. He turned to walk away again.

"She was serious," said Orlando. "We really love to meet new people. We should have asked you to join us for dinner, but at least have dessert with us."

You could see him hesitate and make a decision. He came and sat down, and we did introductions. He laughed a little when we did.

"Well thanks for the introductions. Who could ever have known who you were?" he said, smiling. "I guess it's my turn. My name is Tim, but everyone calls me Buck, which is short for my last name of Buchanan. My best friend gave me that name when I was 4 years old, and it stuck."

Being us, we knew everything about him in the next five minutes. He was 61, a widower for the last 13 years, and his kids didn't live nearby. He worked from home and was really shy around people and didn't get out much. Once a month he forced himself to go out to dinner, just to get out of his house. I guess it was a bit of an interrogation. His life was so unlike ours. He wasn't unhappy about it. It just was.

Finally Morgan threw in a line.

"Guys, we need to stop interrogating Buck. This is really rude," said Morgan. "Next you'll ask him how big his cock is." I think she realized what she said, because she blushed, which is quite cute on Morgan.

"My cock is 7 inches, thick, and uncut," said Buck. "Well, you asked."

We all laughed, but it really got me thinking and the three of us had a conversation. Oh we didn't talk about it, we thought about it. There was a quick consensus that yes, we should invite him back to the house and rock his world. Orlando speculated about whether he would be on the sidelines or joining in.

"Oh, I would hope you would join in," thought Buck. Wait, what?

"You heard our entire conversation," said Orlando.

"Yes, and it kind of surprised me a bit," said Buck. "I've only been able to do it with one person in my entire life. Remember I mentioned that my friend gave me the name Buck when I was four? She and I could do it, even from a distance. We lived down the street from each other and would stay up way too late and think and think to each other. We knew absolutely everything about each other. Everything. I haven't done it in over fifty years. She was killed in a car accident on her ninth birthday."

Well fuck. That's a sad story. I was going to be incredibly rude, but I had a theory and I just had to ask.

"This is going to come off as incredibly rude, so I apologize in advance. I have a theory on how this works, and you are an incredible piece of data, so to speak," I said. "So I am just going to blurt it out. Were you and your friend sexually active?" He just kind of stared at me and I thought I had really offended him. He actually shook his head a bit.

"No, no, you didn't offend me at all. It was just such an out there question, particularly since the answer is a resounding yes. Every day, all day. We were both latchkey kids, so had three hours every day alone. We were allowed to be in each other's houses but nowhere else. We were bored and curious. It all started when we were five and played doctor. You show me yours, so to speak. We were at her house, and she ran off and came back with a magazine. What I now know was a pretty hard-core magazine. It was full of pictures of people doing some pretty interesting sex acts. Men and women, men and men, women and women, one woman with a horse, but we turned past that page pretty quickly," said Buck. "We declared that day that we would do everything in that book. Obviously, we didn't have the equipment for it all. I even pointed it out on the page that a man was fucking another man. She ran off and came back with a thin dildo.

"It didn't take us a month to try everything. Except the horse. The day we found the magazine, we both lost our virginity. I learned so much with her and credit what have been described as outstanding oral skills to all that practice. Does that help or hurt your theory?"

"Helps it. My theory is that your powers are directly related to the age at when you started having regular sex. We're all powerful and we started very young. It wasn't consensual, but it happened. Ruby is the most powerful and she's always been a bit of a minx. Mom, too. I don't know when Bill and Jessica started experimenting, but it was really, really young," I said.

"So if a young child can think to you about something horrific happening to them," said Buck. "Then something happened to them or they wouldn't have the powers?" We all just stared at him.

"Maybe," I said. "It does explain Cassie. She's pretty powerful. I'm still working on it. I don't even know exactly how to do a proper study."

"Interview kids that were removed from their parents," said Buck. "Lots of them. Thousands of them. While they're still young. Test their skills during the interview. Have them provide kids that they don't think were abused, too. If they can do it, it either blows your theory, or you need to probe more. You could help these kids out."

"How could we get access to the kids?" I asked. "It seems like that could be tough."

"I think it would be easy," said Buck. "It's all about money. Do it under the auspices of one of your universities as a clinical study, which it is. Just mask the reason a bit. Make it about their intelligence, not their powers. Then shower them with money. Focus on orphanages, foster parents, and shelters. You have money. You're doing an actual study, but you're helping them, too."

That we do and that we would. We also run a ton of shelters, or Cobb does. Hmm. I know this was Rina's work, too. We talk about it all the time. I was going to introduce Buck to Rina. No, not like that. Well maybe. We'll see about those outstanding oral skills.

"Why don't we continue this conversation at our house," said Orlando. "You can demonstrate your oral skills and we can share some of our hints and tricks. I'm pleased that I interest you, too." Buck just smiled.

"Are you kidding? All three of you? With me?" said Buck. "Either you're kidding, which would be mean, and I don't believe, or you're serious and you're equally nuts."

"Why?" said Morgan. "You're an interesting, attractive man. It's pretty common knowledge that we love sex. You're fun. You appear to have skills. Come fuck like a bunny."

To, I think, his own surprise, he agreed. I rode with him to show him the way. He drove a nice C63S convertible, so he got brownie points for that. I admit I couldn't resist and unzipped his pants and gave him a lazy hand job while we drove. With the top down.

Who doesn't like a little risk? The couple at a stoplight got a bit of a show. They were in a lifted pickup truck and looked down into our car. His girlfriend leaned over and looked too and smiled. Just before the light turned green, we heard his zipper unzip. I wondered if it was wishful thinking on his part or action on hers. I guess we'll never know.

Well maybe we will. We stopped next to them at the next light. I shouted up to him.

"Wishful thinking on your part or action on hers?" I asked. Just then she lifted her head from his lap and opened her mouth and showed us her cum covered tongue.

Then she kissed it to him. Right before the light turned green, she rattled off a phone number. It's a good thing I am good with numbers. I got it in my phone quickly and saved it under The couple at the stoplight. I was texting them.

It's not far to our house and we pulled into the driveway. The old house. This was nostalgia weekend for us.

"It's still early out," said Morgan. "Why don't we take the boat out and have fun in the open air." We don't play outside anymore except on our home islands. Now, outside the 12 mile limit...

We explained it to Buck, and he got quite the grin on his face.

"Sorry. Your worrying about the details means you were serious. Hot damn," he said. Morgan dropped to her knees and pulled his cock out and deep throated him. After all, she's over 18.

I'm pretty sure that convinced him. He made her stop soon though.

"Don't make me waste that," he said, with a grin. I liked this guy. We all went up onto the fly bridge. I laughed because Buck was still hanging out there. Orlando gave it a little stroke, which made Buck moan.

Twelve miles doesn't take very long, and we put the boat on hover. I'd already cheated with the hand job, which was pretty stupid on my part. We were in a 52, so not the biggest boat, but damn nice. We dragged Buck over to a lounge and made him lay back. Orlando turned on the music and we did a striptease for Buck. Morgan went first, but we wouldn't let him touch himself. She touched herself though, during her strip, and managed to cum and squirt all over him. Oh, he was naked. He was also modest because that was an 8-inch (20 cm) cock. At least. That showed one hell of a lot of confidence. We just needed to pull him out of his shell. That's me. Fix it Leslie.

Buck liked Morgan's squirt and left it where it was.

Morgan laid down right next to him on his left side. Orlando went next and did an incredibly sexy strip. I was dripping by the time he was done. OK, I already was, but it makes the point. I went last. We could all sense he liked us all, but his interest was highest with me. I managed to cum twice during my strip. Then I climbed up his leg.

"May I?" I asked, pointing at his cock.

"Oh yes," he said. "Absolutely anything any of you want. I'll tell you to stop if I want, but I doubt if I will. I don't think you have horse on board, thankfully."

This could be interesting, given we do have a horse on board. We'd expanded our horizons a bit.

Good Lord, I'm kidding. Even we're not that freaky. And seriously, a horse on the boat? That would be extra weird.

I lifted his cock and settled gently down on it. I let him bottom out and just sat there. I wanted him to enjoy the feeling and he clearly did. He pulled me in for a kiss and it was incredible. Certainly top five in my life. That good. His hands roamed, playing with my nipples and brushing my clit. I didn't last at all and laid down on his chest cumming over and over.

"Orlando, it looks like there is an opportunity for you," said Buck. That's when Orlando lubed me up and slid in my ass. Sure, DP. I love DP.

"Pound me," I shouted. And they did. Hard. It. was. wonderful.

Finally they couldn't hold off. Orlando pulled out and moved to the side. Morgan's side. The first shots were powerful. I took one in the face and so did Buck. Then I got a nice tit shot. As the strength of the cumshot lessened, Morgan got the rest. It was a lot of cum. Buck and I were both watching him cum, but I could feel Buck swell. I was going to lift off and let the cum fly, but then I realized. He'd been a widower for a while.

I let him cum in me. Then I let him clean me up.

Both of those things were fantastic. The rest of the night was easily as fantastic. Buck got hard again almost instantly. That one was for Orlando. Morgan whined a bit. Hey, I get it.

"Let's do a train," said Buck. "You like the middle of a train, don't you, Orlando?"

All of us moaned. It even set off Buck and he moaned, but they all got in position. This was another power fuck. Seriously powerful. Buck was putting everything he had in it. I laid down in Morgan's spot and let my fingers roam. Buck finally pulled out and moved into the same position that I did. Holy Fuck. This was his second cum and Orlando and Morgan were both cum covered, a lot, and I had a damn lake on my stomach. The sight of that was enough for Orlando and he pulled out and added it. Now I have a freaking ocean.

Everyone dove into the ocean. All three of them. They even made a point to kiss it all to me. Finally I pushed them all on their backs and I cleaned them up.

Orlando needed a short break.

Buck didn't. He turned to Morgan and his cock was throbbing hard.

"What's your favorite position to make love?" said Buck, to Morgan.

"You chose make love rather than fuck on purpose," said Morgan.

"Oh yes," said Buck.

"Spooning, from behind," said Morgan. She rolled on her side and Buck laid behind her. Morgan grabbed his cock and positioned it and slid back. She waved Orlando and me over and had us sit crisscross right in front of her. Her hands roamed. Our hands roamed. Buck focused. On Morgan, and only on Morgan. He was tweaking her nipple, playing with her clit, and more.

Finally he managed to slid two fingers in Morgan right next to his cock. She rode that for a bit and then he pulled his fingers out.

And shoved them right in Morgan's ass. She simply exploded. She was bouncing on the bed. Suddenly both of them floated up about two feet off the bed just as Buck exploded inside her. They both dropped and bounced a bit before settling to a stop. Suddenly Buck was crying.

Why was Buck crying.

"What's wrong?" asked Morgan in a quiet voice.

"Absolutely nothing," said Buck. "Just an incredible memory that had slipped my aging memory. I haven't floated with someone during an orgasm since she died."

"Your wife?" asked Orlando. He shook his head no.

Oh fuck. His 9-year-old girlfriend that died so young. We all piled on and held him and he had a good cry. We settled down and finally Morgan got up and held out her hand to him. He meekly took it and she led him into the bathroom. Orlando and I stayed behind. We knew what was happening.

Of course they did

I was going to shampoo Buck. Morgan here, of course. I sat him on the bench and started the shampoo. He asked permission to touch me, which was nice. I gave him my best shampoo and he gave me an incredible orgasm. Simply amazing. I know we talk about Dad and Orlando, but Buck was right up there. God he was good at this. I finished the shampoo and turned off the water just as another orgasm hit me. He pulled me into his lap. I reached down and positioned him, and we bounced through another glorious fuck. I looked up just as we both came, and Orlando and Leslie were standing outside the shower watching.

"We got worried that it was taking so long," said Leslie.

"Then we enjoyed watching you fuck," said Orlando, which got a laugh from Buck.

"You didn't enjoy it nearly as much as I did," said Buck. We quickly rinsed off and darned if Buck wasn't hard again. We just kept going, late into the night. Orlando wore out first and he shared that he had been matching Buck cum for cum.

Orlando came seven times.

Buck passed him. By two.

I might just bring this guy home with me. Wait, I think I'll bring this guy home with me. We were all lying back in the bed. Orlando was snoring. Leslie was too. They snore. I know.

"Buck, it's Friday night," I said. "Do you have any weekend plans?"

"I have some projects around the house, laundry, cleaning, just home stuff," said Buck.

"You don't get out much, do you, Buck?" I said and he laughed.

"I'm pretty shy," he said.

"Why?" I asked. "You're a powerhouse in bed. You could be bedding men and women all day long."

"I'm too shy. I work from home. I can't exactly walk up to someone in the grocery store and ask them to fuck," said Buck.

"Not here," I said. We both moaned.

"When do you have to go back to work?" I asked. "Monday?"

"No, I have next week off," said Buck.

"Big vacation plans?" I asked.

"I have some projects around the house," he said, at least with a grin.

"Want to fuck Sophia? Maybe fuck Bob and Amy?" I asked. Damned if he didn't get hard again. I think this would be ten. Ten! I rolled over onto his legs and slid down on his cock.

I wasn't going to let this go to waste.

"Who are your dream fucks in our country?" I asked.

"Well, I've already fucked three of my top group," he said, smiling up at me.

"Smooth, dude," I said, and we laughed. "No seriously, you're really a nice guy. Don't be so shy."

"Easier said than done," he said, wistfully.

"Chris, Hunter, Cassie, Ruby, Gabe," he said. "Should I go on?" I must have given him a funny look.

"My dream fucks," he said. "Those were high on the list, but I'll be honest. If the rules are true, I'd really enjoy the opportunity to fuck a 9-year-old again. I missed out."

"Yes, you did," I said. Fuck, he did.

"I need your permission to do something," I said. He smiled at me. "I need to read you. I don't know if you can do it, but we don't without permission. I want to see what your young girlfriend looked like. What's her name?"

"Her name was Mags. Short for Margaret, which she hated. Just hated," he said. "If you read me, will it refresh my memory? I'm so sad that she is fading."

"I don't know. We can try," I said. He nodded. I took that as consent. I wasn't going to make this more painful.

I had to push back farther than I ever had before, but I found her. Suddenly he started laughing.

"I can see her!" he said. "She's in her cute little bikini, but without the top. She developed early. She had cute little puffies."

Yes she did. Holy fuck. I was looking at a picture of 9-year-old Cindy. No I mean it. Identical. Could be her twin.

Something was confusing here. I slipped up and off his cock, to his moans.

"Save that," I said. "Trust me, please." He smiled and I laid next to him. I sent a quick text and then all four of us fell asleep. Sound asleep. I woke up when someone climbed into bed. Perfect. I'll let her tell the story. Orlando and Leslie had left. I don't know where, so it was just the three of us. Buck woke up when the new girl straddled his knees and said.

"May I?" she said. Buck woke up and had the most startled look on his face.

"Yes, anything," said Buck. The new girl lifted his cock up and then dropped on it. I'll let her tell it from here.

I'm not entirely clear what is going on

I got a text from Morgan asking if I wanted an incredible fuck this morning. This is Cindy. She described the guy and hey, good lover, big cock. Damn straight. I had been in Amyville, but that just meant I was wide awake. She said it might get a little weird emotionally, but she thought I could really help. I showed up and Morgan was in bed with what I assumed was the guy. I hoped so, because he was hard, and I liked what I saw. I stripped and climbed on the bed. I did ask permission, which he gave, a little asleep still, I think.

Damn this guy is good at it, too. He was taking me over and over and over. My God.

"Mags, oh Mags," he said. WTF.

I settled down on his cock, startling him. He looked up.

"Why did you call out my grandma's name?" I asked. His look was crazy. Morgan shot up in bed.

"What?" asked Morgan. "Your mom's mom or your dad's mom?"

"Mom. Linda's mom," I said.

"I don't know what is going on, Buck," said Morgan. Wait, what?

"Wait, your name is Buck?" I said. "That's weird. My grandma loves to tell stories about her long lost love. Now that we live in Dionysus, the stories are a lot more graphic. They were each other's first, young, and played until she got in the accident. When she came home from over 6 months of rehab, Buck's family had moved, and they never found him. I guess her family tried."

"My Dad got transferred," said Buck. "We spent two years on base in Germany."

"You're THE Buck!" I screamed. "Holy fuck. Get dressed." I hopped off, to moans from him.

"No way you're wasting that in me," I said. "Come. Now. You too, Morgan." Morgan ran off and came back with Orlando and Leslie. That almost detoured us. Hey, they were naked, too.

"When this is all over," I said to Orlando. "You're fucking me." He laughed and agreed. Everyone threw on clothes.

"I can't wear these," said Buck, pointing at his clothes. Orlando took his hand and led him out of the room. They were back quickly, and hot damn Buck looked good. Nice khakis, a blue button down collar shirt, even a nice blue blazer.

I'd fuck him. Oh, yeah. Well, I'd let him finish. Someday.

We hopped over to my house in my E-82, which confused the fuck out of Buck. It made me laugh. Grandma Mags lived in our guest house. I have no idea why we have a guest house. I darn near dragged Buck into her house, with Morgan, Orlando, and Leslie right behind me. Grandma was in the kitchen. Damn she is a fine looking woman. I'm hopeful I'll look that good. She heard us and turned around.

And promptly fainted. Right to the ground. This was getting weirder. Buck leaned down and picked her up and Grandma ain't little. Oh, she's fit and beautiful, but she's a good 5'8", maybe 150. He carried her like a feather down the hall. I ran ahead and opened the door of the master bedroom. He gently set her down, just as she was waking up. He was sitting on the bed next to her. She reached up, took each side of his face, and pulled him down for a really passionate kiss.

That's when the four of us backed out. We waited for an hour or so, then went next door to tell Mom and Dad.

Then we all fucked. Come on, Orlando, Morgan, Leslie, Clay, and my parents. Damn straight we fucked. I had to laugh, because I was bouncing up and down on Orlando, for the second time, when Grandma and Buck walked in. Naked.

She pushed Buck back onto the bed.

"You really should finish. He is a spectacular lover," said Grandma. Nobody raised a fool. I lifted off Orlando and slid down on Buck. God he filled me up.

"That's going to waste," said Buck, pointing at Orlando's cock. Which is how I found myself being fucked by Grandma's lost love while Grandma bounced up and down on Orlando.

Leslie and Morgan teamed up for cleanup.

Then Buck and Grandma disappeared back into her house.

We saw them again nine days later.

Nine. Days.

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