11 July 2022

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I bought a school in Boston

Now, that title isn't all that surprising. After all, Frida already owns Harvard, so another school is not a stretch. You're assuming this is Pari or maybe Morgon. Even Nan. Could be Rylee.

Nope. Orlando.

So here is how it went down. I wanted to go to college. Yes, I already have a bachelor's and so does Grace, but in International Business. We have other degrees, too. They're very well-respected degrees and we use what we learned.

But I wanted to actually study music. The funny thing is that Grace didn't want to go to school with me. She had other plans, and I'll come back to that, although they're more important. Let me get this story out.

So I did my homework on programs. We didn't have a world class graduate music program, and while I could start one, to truly be world class you have to already be world class.

I hope that makes sense.

I found the program that I loved. The Berklee College of Music in Boston. Are you seeing where I am heading?

So I met with an adviser at the school. She instantly offered to admit me, but I wasn't doing that. I wanted to go through the process, which for this school was testing. I was trying to enter the Popular Music Institute program. She did setup an interview for that day, which I am sure is not how it is done, but that's OK, I guess. We're never sure where to draw the line. I had to prove my musical chops to be admitted. I talked to my advisor about whether the school would consider a self-paced program like in our school system.

They wouldn't. Stodgy. The school has an incredible program, but they're stodgy.

I was going to have to think about this, but what the hell, I enjoy performing. I submitted a short song list, and they were going to provide musicians to play. I was just singing. That's one of the whole points.

I don't play an instrument. Yet.

I am confident that my adviser, Spring, knew all about our schools. Yes, her name is Spring. I have no idea why. To what do I owe my confidence?

She told me that she had applied to teach at Dionysus Harvard.

I sang my heart out and thought I sounded just like the original artist. At least I hope I did, since all the songs were mine. All had made it to the Top 5. Three had been number one.

I might be doing this school thing out of order.

When I finished, the president of the university was waiting to speak to me.

"I am pleased to offer you a spot in our upcoming class. We were able to free up a spot," he said. Ah shit.

"Was there an opening for which I was qualified, or are you throwing someone out that would have rightfully earned the spot?" I said. I clearly made him uncomfortable.

"Well, we would open it by rescinding the offer of the student with the lowest total scores," he said, surprisingly proud of himself. Do I need to repeat it? Ah shit.

"No, thank you," I said. "Clearly I am not following the appropriate process and must have missed deadlines. I will reapply for the following term. Thank you for your time," I said. I started to pack up my stuff.

"Wait!" shouted the president. Really? "We need you in this class." Need? Spring had come over.

"I need to speak to him privately," said the president.

"No you don't," I said. "She can stay." Someone needed to hear this with me. He was uncomfortable.

"Our donations and endowments have declined. Without a fund raising boost, the university cannot survive," he said. Spring was clearly surprised.

"That's just not true," said Spring. "I've read the financial reports. Our endowment has never been higher."

Something smelled. I turned to the president.

"Spring and I are going to lunch," I said.

"We are?" said Spring. I kind of glared at her. "Oh, yeah, we are."

"Once we've had a nice lunch, I'll come to your office and we can discuss alternatives," I said. The president slunk off and it really did look like that. I told Spring I needed to send a quick text, but we could go.

"Let's walk over to the Harvard Club," I said. "That's usually good." Spring kind of stared at me.

"I didn't realize you were a Harvard grad," she said.

"I'm not," I said.

"Yale or Tufts?" she said. I shook my head no.

"You know it is reserved for alumni and staff," said Spring. I admit I snorted.

"What is the new name of Harvard?" I said.

"Dionysus Harvard," she said, quickly. "Oh." I admit that made me laugh. We walked into the door and the host welcomed us and showed us right to an available table. A good one. A six-seat table.

"I'm used to the Subway across the street, when I don't bring my lunch," she said, looking around. "I think we're underdressed. Why did they give us such a big table?" Well, two things were about to happen. One was she was going to learn that we were dressed just fine. Then she might faint.

"The table is reserved for family members," I said. "You never know who might show up." I had seen them walking up behind Spring. Frida, which was not a surprise, but the homeless guy with her was.

OK, not homeless, but come on. Put on pants. Oh, he had on shorts, but you get my point. Another Ron's Surf Shop t-shirt. They pulled out chairs and sat down. Dad sat next to Spring and stuck out his hand.

"Hi," said Dad. "I'm Bob. This is Frida. What's your name?" Spring just stared for a second.

"I'm Spring," she said, softly.

"What a beautiful name," said Dad. "Sorry to interrupt your lunch."

Spring turned to me.

"Is he really this nice or am I about to get punked," asked Spring, clearly concerned. Dad laughed. Dad likes to laugh.

"You expected me to be more intimidating, didn't you? It's the shirt," he said. "At least this one doesn't have a mustard stain."

"Yet," said Frida, evoking another laugh from Dad.

"No mustard for me today," said Dad. Just as we were about to order, Pari and Chris walked up and sat down and introduced themselves to Spring. It was clearly a contest to see whether Chris or Dad was more intimidating to Spring.

We had a great lunch and laughed a lot. Then I got a series of texts and pulled out my phone.

"Orlando," said Dad, a bit sternly. Pari and Chris laughed.

"I know, Dad," I said. "Trust me on this one." The text was exactly what I expected. I turned to Spring.

"We're going to talk about some pretty tough things about your school," I said to Spring. "I need to be sure I can trust your confidence."

Spring sat up straighter.

"Well, something is going on. Our endowment is close to a billion dollars," said Spring. "Money shouldn't be our issue."

"Well, it is," I said. "Right now, the FBI is rounding up the entire executive staff, including the president, plus the board. They had been raiding the endowment but overshot and got themselves caught."

"Well, that sucks," said Spring. "There is no way the school survives that. I love this job, even though I have only been there a couple years." I looked at Pari, but Chris already had her phone out and looked up and nodded. Hey, Dad didn't give her shit about it. I guess he knew what she was doing. OK, maybe because she used to be the President. I saw her security team at the next table. They still hate it when she is spontaneous.

Chris is spontaneous a lot.

We continued lunch and got Spring talking about the remaining faculty and staff and a little about herself. It turned out that her original career goals included education management and she has a Master's in Education Administration from Harvard. I admit that made me laugh.

"Then we could have come here anyway!" I said.

"Oh, I'm eligible, but not a member," she said. "I doubt any education grads can afford it." I looked over at Chris and Pari again. Chris nodded, but I needed a little clarity, so I thought to her. She beat me to it.

"You own it, she can run it," thought Chris. Pari jumped in and agreed. They left the next steps to me. I turned to Spring.

"This is going to sound insane, but we have a saying by which we live. Roll with it. I can answer any questions, but let me lay this out," I said. "The university is fine. It changed hands today once the embezzlement was uncovered. However, the school is without a president. I have been asked to offer you the job." She just stared at me, then she let out a little laugh.

I just smiled and waited.

"Fuck, you're serious. Me?" she asked. "I'm freaking 26 years old. I don't know who you're authorized to speak for but tell them they're fucking nuts."

Wow, I loved that response. Strong and firm.

"I'll pass that along, but it doesn't change a thing," I said, rattling off the compensation. Frida jumped in.

"This is awesome," said Frida. "We'll have someone we trust here in Boston." She turned and looked at Bob, who laughed.

"Your call," said Bob. "Your house."

"The position comes with a home, including staff, nearby," said Frida. "It also includes leading the music schools at Harvard and Northeastern. Orlando wasn't aware of that, so the compensation is a bit more." She rattled off a figure that felt high, even for us, but what the hell.

Spring just sat there, looking from one of us to the next.

"Wait, Northeastern?" I said.

"That's why the three of us are here," said Frida, pointing at Pari and Chris. "It turns out having the former President with you carries some weight." Which made Chris laugh.

"Then why are you here, Bob?" asked Spring. She was getting more comfortable.

"I just love the lobster rolls," said Bob. He demonstrated by picking up his lobster roll.

And immediately dripping mayo on his shirt. Frida was next to him and touched his shoulder and pointed. Dad looked down.

"Shit," he said. He then proceeded to stand up, take a fresh shirt out of his backpack and change his shirt. Tableside. At the Harvard Club. To the sheer joy of damn near everyone in the room.

Including all of us. Especially Spring.

"When did you graduate from Harvard?" asked Chris, which was funny because I suspect she knew.

"Just this semester," said Spring.

"So after it changed names," said Frida.

"Oh yeah," she replied, about three octaves lower.

"Perhaps Spring would like to see her new house," said Dad, an octave or two lower himself.

"My new house?" squeaked Spring.

"Only if you like it," said Frida. "Technically, I live there now, but I am not in town enough, but now that you're here it will work out. If you like it, I'll find another place."

"Well," said Spring. "If it has a second bedroom, you could always stay with me."

OK, we all laughed.

"Room won't be the problem," said Bob. "It has eight bedrooms." Spring just stared.

"What the fuck would I do with eight bedrooms?" said Spring.

"Put them in the app," I said. Then I explained what I meant. Spring moaned softly. I think she might have had a little orgasm. She looked carefully at each of us.

"Can we please all go fuck?" said Spring.

That was a yes. Spring was direct. We like direct. And she said please.

It is a nice house.

This is just silly

Really silly. I'm not much beyond being a kid, myself. I'm freaking 26 and they expect me to be the President of Berklee and lead the music programs at Harvard and Northwestern. Of course, every time I said that, everyone laughed, no one harder than Bob and Chris. Look at me. I'm on a first name basis with a king and a president.

How the FUCK did that happen? Chris politely reminded me that Bob is only 28, she is only 16, Pari is only 12 and Frida is only 10. Can't forget that Orlando owns Berklee at 18.

Somehow I managed to go from too young to feeling like I was too old.

These people are weird. The sex was transcendent. I learned at least one new thing from every one of them. Hell, there is an entire toy closet in every bedroom.

Every. Bedroom. Apparently cleaned and sanitized sex toys is part of the role of my staff. My fucking staff.

Literally my fucking staff. I think I share a bedroom with Frida, too. At least when she's in town. No, not right. Bed, not bedroom, and somehow sharing my bed on a regular basis with a 10-year-old girl seems just fine. Then again, Orlando is going to the school, which means Orlando and Grace will be regulars at the house.

Oh, hell yes, they were staying with me. They all were. No literally, I invited them all to spend the night. They pushed back because others were coming to town. I said I'd live in an apartment if they didn't keep using it as their house, too.

They caved. It was torture. Did I sell that? Queen freaking Amy came over. So did Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie. Noah. Sophia and Morgan. Luca and Tegan. Elena and Nick. I think that's the complete list.

Yes, the former President of the United States stayed in the Master bedroom of my new house.

With me. And Noah. And Elena. And Nick.

Poor Noah. Wore out Nick, too. I did learn about calling a gangbang. Not me.

Chris. Right when we woke up. She screamed it from bed. Everyone hopped up and stood at the foot of the bed. Everyone else in the house streamed in and got in one of the two lines. More people got in line than were here last night. I found myself walking the lines to introduce myself. Naked. Like they all were. Gabe and Carlina. Ruby and Tomas. Amai and Juanita. They got in the cock line. I'm told it is called the cock line.

Someone quickly moved me to the front of the line and explained that I could preempt. That meant I got the next cock in line, lying next to Chris, which would likely involved kissing and fondling Chris a lot.

"Can I just lie next to her and alternate?" I asked. "It seems easier than lots of preempting." I said it as a joke.

"Yes," said Chris. "But that means everyone goes through the line twice. Lots of people arrived that you haven't met yet. The line goes pretty far down that hall."

"How far? How many people would fuck me?" I asked. Chris shrugged, lying on the bed, which made her puffies bounce just a little. I think I lost it just a little at that point and leaned over and latched on to her nipple. She grabbed my hand and put it right on her pussy.

I knew what to do. That's why Chris' first cum of the morning was from me.

Then she returned the favor. She is better at it than I am. Much better. I have much to learn.

"And in answer to your question," said Chris. "I don't know how long the line is. That's part of the fun. You can always stop at any point. I'll finish my line and yours, meaning take their second cum, too."

"Can you give me a range? There are eight cocks already in the room. Are there eight more? Something like that?" I asked. Sixteen cocks seemed like a lot but fuck I'm horny. Chris laughed.

"At a minimum, there are thirty more cocks outside that door. Minimum," she said. "More likely, given that this was probably a bit of a setup, I'd guess closer to a hundred. They like to do this for me because I was not getting enough sex."

Frida came up and was holding a tube of something. You know, the tubes that hold the medicine you put on a bug bite or something like that.

"If you're going to do this, you need to apply this after each and every cock," said Frida. "You'll actually hurt pretty badly tomorrow if you don't. I need to tell you though, it has THC in it."

"Will I get high?" I asked. Hey, I like weed.

"Not from that," said Chris. "We can get you a little something if you'd like."

"You need to pick someone that applies the cream. They'll stand here with you and coach you through anything you need to know or any questions you have," said Frida. "Anyone."

Wow. Anyone. I didn't know who was even in the line but was hopeful.

"Rylee," I said. She's sexy AF and reminds me of my favorite soft porn star Rilee.

"Rylee with a y or Rilee with a i. They're both in line," said Frida. I think I stared too long because she spun and ran out the door and came back shortly bringing them both.

Wow.

We did the introductions, with me lying naked next to Chris. Then again, they're both naked and I had to make a choice.

"Just say both, please," said Chris.

"Both, please," I said. They laughed and started freaking making out. They did stop long enough to liberally apply the cream. Which made me cum. Hard.

"The cream also increases your pleasure," said Rylee.

"Oh yeah," said Rilee.

Just assume wow is liberally spread throughout this entry.

Oh. Chris just suggested that I put the pen down and enjoy myself. I can write the entry later.

A hundred or so cocks later.

As it turned out, 128.

Some had enough for two rounds. Cream or not, I might be a bit sore tomorrow.

Spring time.

Not Springtime, which is also fun.

I think I like my new job.

The houses are full!

Bob here. I was lying on the back porch, looking out over the water, and reading a book. The new Harry Bosch novel. I love the character. The television show didn't do much for me, because the character in the show didn't fit my mental image from reading all the books. Too young and too fit. My vision of Harry was a little more disheveled. OK, I like the word disheveled. Admit it. You do, too.

I guess lying on the back porch didn't actually clear anything up, did it? Our back porch in Florida. OK, still not enough. Our house on the school property in Clearwater. I did love the privacy, even though we were adjacent to Clearwater. Yeah, I was naked.

Properly lathered up, though. Hey, I was on our property. If you didn't like the view, stop looking. We did keep fun inside. No reason to push it.

That was a complicated leadup to Amy coming out onto the porch. Hot damn, I am a lucky guy. Seriously lucky. Screw the money, I am married to Amy. Single-wide, remember? Morgan said it and we believe it. Then again, we're freaking rich beyond belief, so maybe we won't test it. How in the fuck...

Yeah, Amy was naked, too. It was hard to follow the rule when this vision walked out and stood next to me naked, particularly given I could see a small drip of what was clearly cum on her leg. I looked at it and raised my eyebrows and she laughed.

"Well, you were reading your book," she said. I thought about complaining that she didn't come get me, but Amy loved her fun and I loved that she loved her fun. We wouldn't do anything outside, but it didn't prevent me from reaching out and scooping it up with my finger and licking it off.

"Juanita is here?", I said, recognizing the taste. Amy laughed again.

"Yes, but I wore her out," said Amy. "You'll get your chance. She's here for a couple days."

Oh good. Amy laid down on the lounge next to me. We liked the big double lounges for exactly that reason. She snuggled against me. OK, maybe we wouldn't play outside, but I did get hard. Come on, naked Amy, snuggling.

"I was looking at the reservation app and I think we need more places," said Amy. Well that perked me up. I like buying things.

"I don't think we need countries, or even giant islands. I do like the privacy of an island, although a big property that wasn't an island would be OK," said Amy. "I was looking and there are tons of nice places in the few acres to a few hundred acre range. Now that we're comfortable back here in the states, there are a lot in places like Georgia, Michigan, Montana, and elsewhere. There are some in Canada, too. Heck, there are a half dozen here in Florida. That's not to say we shouldn't look globally. Belize, the Bahamas, you get the idea."

I smiled at her.

"You've been on Private Islands Online," I said. It was one of my go-to sites. Amy laughed.

"Busted," she said. Then she stood up and held out her hand. Conversation over.

Ah, you don't want to hear about an old man making love to an old woman, do you?

Freaking amazing, that's what it was.

Yep, I just confirmed I am the luckiest man, not only in the world, but in the history of the world. I kind of needed a nap but I had things to do.

I was going to buy shit.

Amy opened the door, so I was going to drive a large truck through it. I sent a text to my extended family group suggesting that they all look for places to buy and that I would go with them to look at it. Hey, those trips are fun. You know who is in my extended family, right?

Ruby immediately texted me back that she was in, but why was I limiting it to just family? Why didn't I put it on the country website? That way I could meet more people.

Because I didn't have nearly enough people to fuck. But it was a spectacular idea, and I was in. I talked to my friend Pieter. Even though he ran the entire Dionysus Broadcast system, he was still the principle web designer for the special part of the country website. He liked doing it and who was I to say no? His business. We worked through the wording and the project would be up on the website within an hour. The deal was that the family of the person that proposed the property got access to that property and five others of their choosing. We couldn't open all of the properties to the entire population, of course.

At minute 61, I got my first suggestion from Shey on Helios. It was early in Helios. I looked him up in the directory before I read his suggestion. Come on, you would have, too. Shey is 10 years old and cute AF. He is 5'0" and thin and his profile said he has a 5-inch (13 cm) thin cock, which was believable given his profile picture was him naked and hard. He had a nice smile, too. He said the suggestion was from him and his 12-year-old sister, Vivian. Oh, I looked up Vivian, too. Come on.

Oh shit. Vivian was a vision. Maybe that should be her name. She was 5'3", also thin, with amazing B cups with incredible puffy nipples. They both had the most beautiful copper colored skin. I had to laugh because when you brought up her full-size picture, you could clearly see the stream of cum dripping down her leg. She seemed fun.

I sure hope I liked their suggestion. Oh hell, I might buy it even if I didn't. Come on, you know I wouldn't, but still. I wouldn't, would I?

I have no idea how they found the property but the odds of us buying it were high. The odds of us going to look at it were 100%. It was an undeveloped island on a protected bay in Lake Superior. It was a part of Ontario, Canada. It was 5,200 acres and they wanted less than $11 million. It had no infrastructure and for anyone else just getting power would have been a problem. Not for us though. Bring a few cubes and boom, we had power.

I emailed Shey back and asked when they could leave to go see it and if their parents would like to come along. I at least had to offer. I got an immediate reply.

"We are available at your convenience. While it is generous to include our parents, it is not necessary. Vivian and I are thrilled we will have the opportunity to meet and entertain you," said Shey. Yes, he underlined entertain. He also attached a picture of the two of them. A picture in a position that I had never tried.

They would have to show me.

I arranged that I would let them know once I had worked out an appointment with the real estate agent, but it would likely be very soon. I got a smiley emoji back.

Sure.

I had contacts so I setup the appointment for 1300 local time. The problem was that there was no place to land. The island was that dense. There wasn't even anyplace nearby that we could land and take a boat. Another reason it was priced so low. Lawrence and I had discussed this very issue and Lawrence to the rescue. The solution was sitting at the airport on Aether waiting for the first time I needed it.

He had built me a special version of the C-112. Remember, huge freaking plane? Our first thought was to build a luxurious one with a method of us dropping from the sky. That would work but was a little weird. I had this vision of us rappelling down from our plane. OK, that's silly. We'd just use the sky elevator, but that wasn't the solution.

Remember how our smaller planes could hold a car now? Just scale that up. We could open doors and lower something big down. It could be a big motorhome, if we just needed a place to stay but the plane was too big. In our case, even that didn't work.

So we would lower a boat. A Searay 400 Fly. It would hold larger. Surprisingly larger, but we didn't need it for this trip. It would even hold, easily, a Sunseeker 131. It was our first trip, so we went with something big enough for the four of us. Four? You're guessing Amy was coming along?

Nope. Calisse. You may remember her. She is Athena's neighbor. She's 12 years old now and is a little taller than the original entry, but still puffies. Damn fine puffies. Why Calisse?

Why not? Actually I preferred to travel with a second pilot. A sexy 12-year-old with puffies that was a pilot seemed like a good choice. Amy teased me about it, but she really likes Calisse, too, so she didn't tease that much. Particularly given Calisse met me at our house quite a bit early. I wasn't invited. As Calisse put it, she had to save me for later. The last thing I saw was Calisse, Juanita, and Amy heading to the bedroom. I thought about shouting that I could still bottom but let them have their fun. I can't even post about it because I have no idea what happened!

Oh, it was fun

Calisse here. Heck, I'll post about it. It would have been fun to watch him bottom, but I wanted everything Juanita could give me.

Tits and a cock, baby. I hadn't counted on Amy and her huge double-ended dildo. Did I say huge? Yes, it deserved to be underlined.

"Hold off, Amy," said Juanita. "She's climbing on board for her first experience." So I did. Facing her. It was incredible. Then Amy pushed me over. Yes, the word huge and my ass are usually not used together in a sentence, but damn.

Then they traded positions. Also fun. I came back out with a three-load squish, squish. Is that a squish, squish, squish?

Probably.

On our way to Canada

Bob again. I had everything arranged, so we took off to Helios. Calisse and I drove over to Aether in my Porsche 911 Turbo. The new one that wasn't out yet. We drove fast. Really fast. I enjoyed it, but Calisse loved it. After all, she was driving. I didn't even get to drive my own car with her. When we arrived, we were a bit early. Calisse held out her hand and led me into the apartment here. She quickly dropped her booty shorts and tube top, leaving her gloriously naked. I don't know why she was in '70s booty shorts and a tube top, but I hope it catches on. Calisse and her puffies in a tube top was spectacular.

But imagine Amy. Morgan. Sophia.

Rylee and Ruby. Together. Wearing only tube tops.

OK, I was doing a tube top shoot.

The C-112 was a little big to land in Shey and Vivian's driveway, but did fit on the soccer field at the school. Shey and Vivian came over in a Jetsons car, with their parents. I couldn't blame them for wanting to meet me before their kids flew off with me. Kareem was their dad and hot damn I'd fuck him. Tall, fit, just damn nice and good looking. I can't comment on endowment. Yet. Their mom was Nathaly, and I could see where Vivian's beauty came from. They could have been twins down to the B cups with puffy nipples. I like puffy nipples. They wished us well and we took off. I'd confused the real estate agent because she was all about arranging a rental boat and how it was far off the beaten path. I told her I had it covered. She was based in Toronto, so I told her to meet us at the FBO at the smaller city airport. It is quite convenient. She was new to me, but her name was Pipre. Yes, that is spelled right. I didn't know what to expect from a Pipre but was pleasantly surprised by a late-twenties blonde with a sexy French accent. She was a little surprised that Calisse, Shey, Vivian, and I all spoke French, but then again we all spoke a number of other languages, too. The kids blew her away with a demonstration. Maybe gloating a little. They had an entire conversation, switching languages at each sentence. They really mixed it up. I didn't count, but it was more than twenty. I laughed when one of them was Yoruba, the tonal language from Nigeria. Pari had introduced it into the school system. It had become a bit of a fad. They all ended with a sentence in it. Then I told them they were showing off. I told them in Yoruba, which made them all break up laughing.

"What the hell was that and why are all these kids with you?" asked Pipre. That just made all the kids laugh more.

"Shey and Vivian are your buyers," said Calisse. "I'm just the pilot. He's their banker." That did not, in any way, help Pipre understand, particularly when they all laughed again.

"What she said is actually true," I said. "Shey and Vivian found the property and suggested it should become a property of the kingdom. The decision to buy it or not and the negotiations are theirs. Should they receive an accepted offer, I am authorized to immediately wire the funds for the entire amount. Calisse is indeed the pilot."

Pipre just stared at me, then at the kids, and then back to me.

"Am I correct that you're from Dionysus?" she asked. I just nodded.

"And what is your role in the country?" she asked.

"A little of this, a little of that," I said. "Mostly I work with the kids in the community." The kids completely lost it again and Pipre raised her eyebrows. Pipre was handsy, too, with all of us, particularly once she learned we were from Dionysus. There was potential there. Maybe not on this trip, but someday. She was handsy before the kids even outed me.

"He is all those things, and he absolutely supports the kids in the entire community," said Calisse. Then she leered at me and Pipre picked up on it. That got me a huge smile.

"So what is your real role?" asked Pipre. She gave me a quizzical look. Calisse laughed.

"Looks like Bob's a blusher," said Calisse. "And our King." Pipre's jaw dropped. All I could do was smile. Then she rubbed my cock. Well, that was interesting. Hopefully not just because I was the king. Then she leaned down and gave Calisse one hell of a passionate kiss. While she did, Calisse slid her hand under Pipre's dress and did a fine job because Pipre's knees almost buckled. You know why.

"It looks like I am reading the situation right," said Pipre. All three kids smiled and nodded.

We took off which completely confused her. It just took a few minutes to get to the island and I put the plane in hover. I led them down to the cargo hold and onto the boat. You had to be on the boat when it was lowered. I got a lot of chatter about who was staying on the plane, and it really confused Pipre when I said no one was and that it would just hover here until we were ready to leave, even if we stayed for a few days.

That confused the heck out of her, but no more than being dropped from the sky in a 40-foot boat. There were small beaches, but the island would certainly need some cutting of forests and some beach clearing. We would do it very carefully and with the counsel and advice of conservationists. We believed in improving the planet not destroying it. My gut said that the cleared timber would be worth more than what we paid for the island. For us. No one else could have economically moved the trees.

The forest ran right up to the beach. It was truly beautiful. We pulled up and beached. I threw out the anchor onto the sand and set it so our boat wouldn't drift off, but I could have brought it back remotely anyway. The plane just sitting there silently floating in the sky was kind of hilarious. I had three small ATVs on the deck. They could fly, so we flew them down to the beach. They're fun little things. Hey, we had to get around, right? A couple of us had to double up. Shey ended up with Calisse. I ended up with Pipre. I was further encouraged by her gently stroking my cock as we rode around the island and her pressing her breasts into my back. We switched around a bit and Calisse said she did the same thing to her, including getting her off with her fingers.

Oh yeah, Pipre might be spending the night.

We rode all over the island and it was truly gorgeous. We found a good size lake and the kids all wanted to go swimming. The water was Canadian cold, but they were game.

"Did they bring swimsuits?" asked Pipre, of me. I just shook my head no. It took her a bit and she gave me a nice smile. By the time she turned back, all three kids were naked and wading into the water. They were quickly splashing and having a great time.

"Looks like a lot of fun," said Pipre.

"It sure does," I said. I turned to her and hit her with my best smile.

It took us about 10 seconds to strip. The funny thing is we did just get into water and splash and play, but everyone enjoyed the view of, well, everyone. Pipre was truly beautiful but so were all the kids. We finally tired out and stepped back out.

"We need to dry off," said Calisse. "Let's just ride around." With that, she stowed her clothes in the storage area of one of the ATVs.

So we all did. We rode around for easily another hour, but this time when Pipre stroked me a little, she really stroked me.

Eventually that made a mess. Calisse finally noticed and took a bold step. Probably a safe one at this point.

"I call cleanup," shouted Calisse. Oh, I stopped. We all stopped. Pipre looked over my shoulder as Calisse licked up all the mess. She then kissed it to Pipre.

Who seemed to love it.

"It feels like we've seen everything we need to see," said Shey. "Why don't we head back to the boat?"

What a fine idea. The clothes never came out of the ATVs. It was pretty quiet, after all. We liked that part. I knew we would build several homes but secluded so no one could see them from the water, at least the areas where we might play outside.

By the time we got back, we were hungry. We left the ATVs onshore. Pipre did ask how they lasted all day without any fuel and why they were so quiet. Calisse explained ion power to her. She did the basics, but of all the things that happened today, that seemed to shock her the most. Not the naked kids. Not Calisse doing cleanup. Not me being the king.

People are funny. I made sure she liked steak and lobster and put a big pot on to boil the lobster and pulled nice filets out of the refrigerator.

"You just had this all in the refrigerator of the boat that you dropped from your hovering ion plane," said Pipre.

"Yep," I said. I am a man of few words. I got a variety of veggies going on the grill and once the lobster was boiling I dropped the steaks. They'd been marinating in the refrigerator, in Ziploc bags, and I added a little seasoning. Pipre stood with me, watching, and rubbing my butt a little. I needed to get this out there and went through the can but don't have to speech, the discretion and the married and committed speech.

She laughed a little.

"Seems good to me. I'm in a relationship, too, and she doesn't mind if I play. Heck, she'll be disappointed she wasn't here," said Pipre. Calisse beat me to it.

"No reason she can't be," said Calisse. "How fast can she get to the city airport?" Pipre just stared at Calisse and finally pulled out her phone.

"Twenty minutes," said Pipre.

"Perfect. Now, how do I get back on the plane, Bob?" asked Calisse. I walked them outside and pulled out my phone. The plane hovered over us, and I opened the big door and lowered the elevator. Yes, it looked just like an elevator. Calisse laughed and got right in. Minutes later the plane took off.

"That's going to freak out Madeline," said Pipre.

"Which part? The hovering hypersonic giant cargo plane or the 12-year-old sexy pilot?" asked Shey.

"Both, I'm pretty sure, but I did tell her to just roll with it," said Pipre. Well, that was our motto.

Picking up Madeline

Calisse here. I have to take the pen. This is going to be hilarious. The elevator was cool. I was a little surprised Bob sent me off by myself in a C-112. Oh, I'm certified and fly an E-82 all the time, but the C-112 is freaking huge. It is easy to land though because you just come straight down slowly. When we landed at the city airport before, Bob landed on the runway, because it causes fewer questions. I was more comfortable landing vertically. I could use the runway, but big plane, remember? I wasn't sure how the tower was going to handle my request. I got to Toronto quickly. Ion plane, you know. Well here goes.

"C-112 Heavy requesting permission to land vertically at the FBO," I said.

"What?" said the tower controller. "What do you mean vertically?" I tried again in French, but that didn't help.

"Vertically. Like a helicopter. Up and down," I said.

"A C-112, which we've only seen once before, earlier today, can land vertically? It didn't the last time," said a different voice. My guess was the supervisor.

"No, because it avoided a conversation like this," I said. "I can land on the runway but prefer to land vertically. It's just safer." I could hear a discussion in the background.

"Approved, but the tower director wants to see your plane," said the voice. "He'll meet you at the FBO."

"Acknowledged," I said. Well that was likely to cause a shit storm. Minutes later it was my turn and I floated to the ground to the immense surprise of everyone working outside. I can't say I say I blame them. I put down the regular ramp at the back. Yes, the plane was big enough to drop a 131 from the front and still have a ramp at the back. It is a big fucker. I walked down the ramp just as a security car drove up. Out popped a guy from the passenger seat. He just sort of stared at me for a minute. I needed to take the initiative. I walked over to him and stuck out my hand.

"Hi, my name is Calisse. I understand you wanted to meet me. I'd be happy to offer a tour of the plane, if there is an interest," I said. He shook my hand and just stared. You know how this goes. Just then an incredibly beautiful young woman walked out of the FBO. Well, I got my own surprise, because she couldn't have been over 12 years old. Yep, she introduced herself as Madeline. It looks like it was Pipre's turn to shock. Of course, it didn't shock me at all, and I think Madeline was a little disappointed. She got over that quickly when we walked onto the plane, and I gave them a short tour. Then we sent the dude on his way.

"So, are we in a hurry to get back?" asked Madeline, while standing in the master bedroom. She was also taking off her clothes.

Nope, not in a hurry.

She laid back on the bed and I laid on top of her. We kissed, passionately, for a long time. Then I started the slide down her body. Her neck, her earlobes, her nipples.

Her very sensitive nipples.

Before I could go lower, she repositioned us into a 69, on our sides. Oh my, she had skills. Serious skills. Fingers and tongue skills. We both just exploded, together.

We finally came up for air and I kind of mean that literally. We took off with Madeline in the co-pilot's seat. I really like her. More than just the sexy part. We had a lot of shared interests. We flew back and took the elevator down. The glass elevator. It does take a little getting used to and Madeline clung to me on the way down. Sure, it was the glass elevator. She rubbed my nipples the whole way down. Right as we reached the ground, I pulled her dress up and off.

Commando you know. I loved, just loved, her confidence. She strode off the elevator stark naked. I think she was going for shock value but given there wasn't a person with a single item of clothing on, and she was as old or older than three of us, it wasn't a big shock.

Now, Shey walking over and leaning down and sticking a finger in her? This time she was shocked. Right before she moaned.

And squirted.

That was just the start.

We stayed for three days. Two nights we slept on the beach. This was going to be such a win.

We're heading to Canada

Technically, since we declared the island a consulate, we were staying in Dionysus, but it's in Canada, so close enough. This was going to be one hell of a romp.

You see, this is Amy and I'm flying to the island with Diane to design what we're going to do with it. If you recall, it is pretty big but absolutely covered in trees. Wall to wall, or water to water, trees.

So we were meeting with two men that were partners and perfect to help us out. By partners, I meant business partners. Felixx and Greyson. Felixx is a contractor and has led large resort projects. Greyson is a conservationist and specializes in building in areas where preservation was critical. We thought that applied. Trees, remember? We wanted secluded and fun but love the trees. They worked together and sourced the wood from the trees they would harvest. Very cool.

Felixx and Greyson were also partners in the more literal sense. They'd been married for fifteen years. They're both in their early forties, I'd guess, and frankly they're gorgeous. Yeah, gay and all that. It's not that I wanted to turn them. OK, maybe a little. I had warned them quite bluntly that they would probably see Diane and me doing some pretty interesting things. They were nonchalant about it, but they both did get hard. That felt encouraging. They hadn't met Diane yet. If anybody could tempt you, she could. She's smoking. I guess I'm not so bad myself.

We picked the two of them up at the Toronto city airport, just like Bob did the last time. Same plane, different boat. We wanted a comfortable place to sleep since we'd be here for a few days. This was a new line that Bob was trying called DL Yachts. It is freaking nice, too. It is their DL 40, which is 40 meters or 131 feet, so the same size as the Sunseeker. It's a four deck boat and ours is configured with five Queen bedrooms. The master is simply enormous, which is handy, right?

It fits in the C-112, too. Bob makes outstanding boat choices. Ion drive, of course.

Freaking nice. Did I mention there was an S-88 tucked inside, too?

We landed at the airport conventionally, meaning on the runway, because it freaks people out a bit when we land vertically. We pulled up to the FBO and people streamed out to look. They're pretty rare, and pretty damn big. Airports tried to ban them until Lawrence put together a briefing document that explained that the full weight of the plane never settles onto the runway. I'm not sure if you read about this before, but the plane settles down lightly, actually keeping most of the weight off the ground.

Unlimited ion power is handy. Then again, this is the plane that will float off the island for days.

Our toys are pretty fucking cool.

Maybe we need an ion powered vibrator. I texted Lawrence about it. You don't want to lose an important idea. He replied to check the nightstand in the master on the DL 40.

Really. Sure enough, there was a really nice vibrator. Really nice. Sometimes they anticipate me. We'd use that on the trip. Wait, there are four of them. Ah, the next drawer holds a selection of vibrating butt plugs.

That might be handy. Lawrence is fun. I'm pretty sure he partnered with the IDL. The IBM Dildo lab.

We flew out to the island with the guys in the jump seat. It didn't bother them at all that Diane was flying and I was just sitting in the co-pilot's seat chatting with them. I had turned in the seat and the way the cockpit is laid out, I was pretty sure they have a nice down blouse shot. Hey, I was curious.

They both got hard. Time for a talk.

"Listen, guys," I said. "I know you're a happily married couple and committed to each other and we respect that greatly. But we view sex and love separately in our country." They both moaned.

"I don't know if you have an interest, but we'd both love to play with you on the trip," I said, explaining Can but don't have to.

"We are so in," said Felixx. "We've both been having feelings that are new to us. Honestly, ever since we met you. I've never gotten hard for a woman in my life. Now you bring Diane, and my cock won't go down."

"Me too, me too," said Greyson. "We're comfortable playing together. That's kind of our thing. I don't know about Felixx, but I'm a virgin with a woman, so you'll have to teach me."

"Oh, me too," said Felixx.

Deflowering two forty-ish virgins. It felt like a good plan.

We didn't see the island today. Well, we didn't. It turned out that Felixx and Greyson were fast learners. They loved performing for us. We loved performing for them. They were a little surprised when we cleaned them both out. They were even more surprised when we kissed it to them and each other.

We taught them cleanup, too. Let's be honest, they were pretty comfortable with cum.

They were also insatiable. That's coming from me. Amy.

Insatiable. They were outstanding at making the most out of each cum. They took their time. They were very oral and so open to suggestions. We started with the basics of the female anatomy, taught by Nurse Amy, with Diane spread wide open. I had each of them lie face down between Diane's legs. You're picturing them side by side. That would be uncomfortable for Diane, now wouldn't it.

Greyson got to go first, but Felixx laid on top of him and looked over his shoulder.

That worked. Nothing bothered them. They were fascinated, particularly with her clit and how it was really a tiny penis.

"One thing to remember, guys, is that clits are like cocks. My clit is on the huge end of the scale. A solid 13-inch (33 cm) thick cock end of the scale. Lie down, Amy. Let Felixx look at you."

That seemed OK to me. I loved when they were going back and forth, comparing our clits so clinically.

Then Felixx licked mine. Diane walked him through one, then two fingers. Then she whispered something in his ear, and he latched on and sucked.

Hard.

I am pretty sure I levitated. It was incredible. The Felixx slid up and in.

We both groaned. I looked over quickly just as Greyson did the same into Diane.

"This is the most amazing feeling I have ever felt in my life!" shouted Greyson.

"I know!" replied Felixx. Well that was nice. We had made sure to blow them first, so they would last longer on their very first time. Diane coached them through stopping to calm down. At first they stopped at randomly different times but then they settled in sync. That was kind of cool.

"Where should we cum?" asked Greyson, with a pained look.

It was a good thing the right answer was in us because they both did before I could answer. I assured them that was our answer.

"Everyone should get to cum in a woman their first time. It can't always happen, but it can with us," said Diane.

"And we both love it," I added. "Now you have to switch and suck it all out and kiss it to each other."

Which they did. Enthusiastically. I was just bouncing when Greyson slid up and in.

Felixx did the same to Diane. These guys are good. Quite good. Damn good.

That was a big one. We told them to both cum on both our tits. Mix it up, so to speak, and if they had enough to cover our clits, too.

Mission accomplished. Then we put on a show cleaning each other up. They used the opportunity to both watch and take turns fucking each other. Oh, we liked that, too. We're very visual.

Our afternoon of sex was complete.

Yeah, yeah, design a house. Do it right. We did all those things. It took about two hours.

We stayed at the island for almost a week. Well, good students need repetition to learn, right?

Back to the island

Diane here. I'm heading back to the island in Canada to check out the progress. Felixx and Greyson had moved to the island and were living in the first cottage they completed. I'm bringing Cepos with me because I love his view on a project like this. My guess is that Greyson and Felixx will like Cepos, too.

Right?

But first we're picking up Pipre, who is the realtor that sold us the island and her girlfriend Madeline. I suppose I should mention that Madeline is 12. I've met them both. OK, I've met them both. We're fun people, right?

The resort is gorgeous. Simply amazing. We christened every room in every cottage, except the master in the biggest cottage.

Amy and Bob will christen that.

I wonder what Bob and Amy will buy next?

There was just day...

Have you ever just been hanging around the house alone, and got a little horny? You're a guy and we have all the proper equipment to solve the problem attached conveniently to our arm. I started to say right arm, but Luca is left handed and there is something about getting a hand job from Luca that is special. You sit between his legs and lean back against his chest, and he reaches around and strokes you.

I like it.

But that's not this post. I knew the house was empty and everyone in the family wasn't home. Bill and Jessica were on the moon. Nylah and Colby were in Tokyo. OK, that's the only four I knew, but they were far. Now, normally I'd stretch out on the couch, whip it out, and get going in hopes that someone would join me.

By now you know this is Bob.

Today I was sitting at my desk. I've got a big 43" 8K monitor. It's great for video. Normally I mean editing it, but today I meant watching it. So, given I was naked and sitting on a towel, I pulled up the country website to see new things.

OK the naked on a towel thing might imply premeditation.

There was an entire section of the website that people would flag for me as something Bob would like. Not many people could use that flag. Everyone would flag their own videos or their kids' videos if they could. It had to be someone near me.

I hadn't jacked off in a little while so there were a few hundred in the list. And by a little while, I meant since yesterday. There are a lot of videos created every day. Since there were so many, I filtered down to videos that Pari had flagged. Pari knows me the best. Not really, that would be Amy, but Pari likes watching porn with me more than Amy does. I do not know what to read into that, but Pari is fun to masturbate with, because she usually ends up bouncing up and down on my cock. Our favorite is me on the couch, her bouncing, looking away towards the TV. My hands can roam, and we can both watch the video.

Yes, that was a tangent, but it had Pari in it, so that is OK.

I hit the button to select all the ones she chose and shuffle them. The first video was kind of adorable. It was a little boy and girl in the shower, in a big tub. They were washing each other off and laughing. Yes, I admit, it was innocent and fun, and it turned me on, and I was stroking away.

Then it escalated and the boy had her bent over the side of the tub and was just pounding her. Yes, I increased my pace, but they finished before I did.

That was hot. It was!

Next up came a new video. The scene is in a living room. A nice house, but that's expected in these videos. There were two kids standing there a little stiffly. You heard a voice say, "go ahead". If I had to guess it was Dad. Then I heard Mom encourage them and the little girl smiled. She was small, so at the low-end of the range for what they were doing. If she were under 7, it would be oral.

Then a title showed on the screen.

"LeighAnn's 7th birthday initiation with her brother Dougy"

That faded and a new title came up.

"Dougy turns 18 tomorrow"

Oh. Wow. He was going to take her virginity and age out, all in 24 hours.

Spoiler alert. Not just once. Seven times.

That girl was a trouper. It started with them undressing each other and kissing everywhere. Remember, they'd been licking and sucking for two years. I had to slow down. They took almost ten minutes to undress each other, and they started with just underwear. Bottoms.

They kissed each other everywhere. Finally her panties were off, and she laid back and he got between her knees. They'd had two years of experience with this, and he clearly knew exactly what she liked. Just as she was getting close, he stopped, to much mewing from her. Yes, mewing.

I wasn't sure this was going to work. He had an easily 9-inch (23 cm) cock. It was average, or even thin, but damn.

I'd let him fuck me. I realize that sentence was unnecessary. You knew.

He got on his knees and slid forward. He started rubbing his cock on her, with the head dragging right across her clit. Damn that was sexy. He was leaking precum and it was mixing with her juices. His cock started to glisten. Suddenly he stopped and pushed the head of his cock hard against her clit.

She just exploded. My guess is this was a favorite. Borderline maybe, but OK I guess.

He took that moment to gently slide in. He bumped up against her hymen and they stopped and talked about it. She smiled and reached up and grabbed his hips and pulled him in. All the way in.

Then she yelped.

OK, that kind of made me laugh. She forgot to do it and added a late sound effect. It was totally unnecessary, given many girls have already broken their hymen, particularly here. Hey, they like toys.

You can infer whatever you want from their acting. I know what it implied.

See! I know the difference between infer and imply. So few people do.

He so gently stroked in and out. He was strong, because he did most of it holding himself up on his right arm and letting his left arm roam. She started bucking and that's all he could take. He just filled her up. You could see his butt cheeks clench with every spurt and there were a lot of them. He finally pulled out and was rubbing his cock in the cum that was leaking out when there was movement.

Into the frame walked the most adorable little boy. Maybe 5 years old, with a little 2-inch (5 cm) stiff cock. He walked over and got on his knees.

Just then another title came up.

It's KJ's birthday, too. He turned 5 today

Wow. Just freaking wow. KJ got on his knees and first carefully cleaned off Dougy's cock. Very carefully. Every part. His cock, his balls. Then he came around and pushed Dougy over and rimmed him. The closeup showed that some cum had dripped back there, too. I wasn't quite sure how.

Oh. It wasn't his cum. Dougy was going squish, squish when they started.

That was hot.

Finally Dougy was clean and KJ started to cleanup LeighAnn. He got on his knees and started at the top. She had a little cum on her chin and he licked that off. He was working his way down but getting the cum all over himself, too.

Of course he was.

Finally she was pretty clean, and Dougy leaned over and helped finish. She ended up clean just as Dougy and KJ started making out, over her. She clearly enjoyed watching. Finally she pushed them both over. First she cleaned up KJ, then she crawled over to Dougy. She pushed his legs up in the air and he grabbed his ankles and held them up. She dove into rimming him, coaxing out just a little more cum, then moved up and sucked his cock, quite well, until he got hard. Really hard. She slid up his body, lifted his cock, and just slammed herself down. She was bouncing like a maniac. Then KJ came over and stood beside them. LeighAnn slowed down and started gently bouncing up and down while sucking KJ. Finally KJ pulled back and threw a leg over Dougy. He was in front of LeighAnn and started just power fucking Dougy's mouth. LeighAnn's fingers came into the frame of a closeup of KJ's ass. Oh. Her three lube covered fingers, which she shoved right into KJ's ass.

That was all KJ could take, and you could see him shake through a dry orgasm. LeighAnn lifted up and off just as Dougy started to cum. The head popped out and his cock waved around while he was cumming.

Cum was everywhere.

Just as a small little girl wandered into the frame. Tiny, just tiny. Naked, too. We saw Mom lean in and pick up the girl, to the young girl's protests.

"But I always..." said the girl, just as the screen blacked out.

I quickly did the only thing I knew to do. I banned the video. Too close to the rules edge. Don't be stupid. If it was just the three little ones, then it was routinely ignored in their own home.

If the older boy, or the parents, were involved, that was deep shit.

So much for my fun private time. I stood up and went in to take a shower. I was going to drop in on them. Just as the water got warm, Pari walked in.

Naked.

This is where you're expecting us to spend the afternoon fucking.

Nope. She got in and we talked. OK, we washed each other, and she had one small orgasm. OK, not a small orgasm.

Come on. Pari.

"You sent them to me because they could get in trouble," I said. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Because I haven't seen you in person. That didn't seem like something to put in a text or email," she said. "I know the rules are yours, but I didn't want to back you into a corner on a solution."

"That makes sense," I said. "I'm going to go see them."

"Nope," she said. "You can't. You're the king. If you have the talk, you're letting them violate the rules. You still have to pretend. I wanted your insights though. Are you OK with me having a chat, but not making a big deal about it?"

"Of course," I said. "If it is just their littles, then tell them to be more discrete. If it is the adults, then we do have a bigger issue. I won't let that slide. I just won't."

"Do we have a penalty?" asked Pari. I thought about it.

"Well, almost no one is from here, so I suspect the solution is to strip the citizenships of all the adults," I said.

"But then you punish the children. You take them away from here," said Pari. Fuck. She's right. That got me a little kiss, but nothing more. Not now.

"I guess that's a bridge we'll cross then," I said. "But they have to be comfortable speaking freely with you. It all comes down to consent and frequency. If they did it, you have to do something. Tell them the truth. It has never happened, and we're stunned it did. They're from the US, so they might scream about process and rights, but fuck them. These are kids. They have no rights here. Remind them of that."

Pari gave me a quick kiss.

"I love you so much," she said. "You know that."

"I love you, too," I said. We just stood there for a minute. We both knew we needed to say something but didn't. I did give her a hell of a kiss and she laughed and left.

Don't worry. We know.

This sucks

Should I be the one doing this? Hell, I'm the one that brought Simpson.

But Bob trusts me. Are we ready? Will we ever be? Is Amy ready?

Fuck, this is complicated. At least I am not as intimidating as Bob. Which makes me laugh because he and Amy are the least intimidating people in the world. And I love them both.

I was about to land in Chicago. Yes, they're citizens, but live in Chicago. The irony. Shit. I cannot believe I didn't think this through. Their video was at their house. In Chicago. They're freaking nuts.

I knocked on their door. LeighAnn opened the door and squealed.

"You're Pari!" she said. "Oh. Shit."

"May I come in?" I asked. Clearly she understood the implications of my arriving unannounced. She led me in, and I had interrupted dinner. They offered me dinner, but I passed. Now, before you think that I was wiped out and tired, I came from Clearwater.

I think my arrival killed the mood.

"Do you want me to talk openly or privately?" I asked of Krista and Kendell. Mom and Dad. Krista took a deep breath.

"You can talk to us all," she said, quietly.

"I enjoyed your video," I said. That confused them. They seemed to lighten the mood, but then I brought the hammer down.

"I am here to understand which rules your family has broken and how badly," I said. "I'm very concerned. I already know for a fact that you're stupid, as a family, because the video was taken in this house."

Krista started to speak, but LeighAnn held up her hand.

"I'll take this. We understand your concern and doing the video here was a bad idea. I also know why you believe we are breaking the rules, and we did, but not the way you fear," said LeighAnn. "Yes, I cheated on the age, a little, in private. With my appropriate age siblings. Dougy was going to age out. The timing was horrible. So we cheated by a week. Just a week. We did it at school, in private, and no one else was involved. Mom and Dad didn't know, which was why I faked the yelp, although my acting skills suck. It was more obvious when I watched the video. Mom and Dad have never, ever crossed the line. Yes, they love the wrestling room, but not with KJ or me. Never have, never will, at least until we turn 9. We're sorry. No, honestly, we're not, although we are fearful of the repercussions. We love the school."

I sat for a moment, thinking it through. I wasn't going to punish them for the week. Hell, the fact that they waited that long was impressive. They were smart enough to do it at the school.

"The video was seriously stupid. Dangerous. It's banned. It has to be. It could get your parents in deep shit," I said. I'd done my homework and knew that Krista runs a very high-end contracting company doing incredible work. Just look at this house! Kendall is a carpentry craftsman, and his work is simply incredible. Again, look at the house.

"So my suggestion is that your family move to Dionysus. Where is up to you, but Robertville is always a good choice. It's where I live," I said. Then I smiled. My best smile.

LeighAnn and Krista both vibrated through an orgasm. I suppose that broke the rules, too. Oh, no it doesn't. I'm 12!

"So our punishment is that we get to move to Robertville," said Kendall.

"Listen. What the kids did is not uncommon. We all pretend that they're not doing it, but it doesn't matter that much. In fact, it is good for them. Really good for them. The problem wasn't that. It was the video. The video is gone. Your family has skills that are incredibly useful to our community. To be honest, Kendall is likely to be full-time for the family. Heck, you both probably are. We need a lot done." I laughed a little.

"Particularly when you wake up and marry Bob and Amy," said Dougy. Does everyone freaking know?

Probably.

"But what about our business here?" said Krista, being practical.

"Do you have a number two that is ready to take over?" I asked.

"Yes, but KJ is moving with us," said Krista, with a smile. She was serious, too. You could see it in KJ's smile.

"But yes, we have someone that is ready," said Krista.

"Then give them the company and move," I said.

"Give it to them!" said Krista and Kendall together. Oh, I waited. The kids all waited. It was a long wait, but then Krista realized and said it.

Then we watched the two of them make out for a while. That was pleasant.

"Sure," I said. "You're not going to really need the money. That's not how it works." I spent a few minutes explaining everything and they were a little overwhelmed. Except LeighAnn. That's when the light bulb went on.

"You did this on purpose," I said. "You thought this could be the outcome." LeighAnn laughed.

"Me? That's silly," said LeighAnn. Then she smirked.

Damn. I like this kid.

"OK, here's the deal. Let your crews know you'll be gone for a few days, and we can go explore. I can show you other cities if you'd like, too," I said. "But for now, let's all get naked and fuck our brains out, within the rules, of course."

"What?" said all of them. KJ got it our first, but just sat there.

"I declared this a consulate before I got here," I said. Then I smiled. Yep, LeighAnn and Krista went over. Hard. I think all three men were close.

Oops. Sorry, KJ.

He didn't seem to mind.

I coulda shoulda

Rylee here. I'm still pretty involved in the schools and realized something blindingly obvious. You see, I've gotten to be friends with Rosabel. Surely you remember. Archeologist. Sexy and French.

No?

At the dig?

I'm pretty sure I had you with sexy and French, didn't I? We're all pretty entranced with the findings from the dig, particularly Bob. I met Rosabel at a Sunday dinner at Amy and Bob's. I think Bob, and maybe even more Amy, are entranced with Rosabel as much as the findings.

That was some sexy, right there.

Rosabel and I ended up sitting next to each other and really hit it off. Leslie was sitting with us, too. She knew who we were. It's not like anything is private anymore. She was really curious about how it works with both Hunter and Hallie. Leslie explained how it worked for them. It does work for them. Win-win. Maybe one more win. Twins. One with a cock. One without.

Her curiosity was more than curiosity though.

"You have a partner, but have feelings for a third, and don't know how to introduce it," Leslie said. She just stared and laughed.

"Am I that transparent?" she asked.

"Yes," Leslie said. "But you could, and should, have been more direct. You know what? That means you also already know the answer to your question."

"I'll be damned," she said. "It's that simple, isn't it? If she's not cool with it, we can stay the way we are. Can I live with that? I don't know. But I should be honest with her. I need to be honest with her."

"Do you want to share any more with us?" I asked. "You certainly don't have to, but we're good listeners and intensely curious about things that are none of our business." That got a smile and I admit, Rosabel has a killer smile. And B cups. Pert B cups.

"Sure," she said. "Given that after lunch I'm hopeful to get you both naked and find a cock or two or ten."

"See," said Leslie. "Direct works so well!" Yeah, yeah, I moaned.

"My girlfriend and I have been together for a while. We met right after we both moved here. It was instant chemistry, powerful sex, and quickly a deep connection. It's wonderful. I do want this to work. I will do whatever makes her comfortable," said Rosabel.

"Pretty good words to use," I said. Another smile. I think my nipples are about to rip my t-shirt.

"Tell us about her," said Leslie. She blushed. Leslie laughed.

"Oh, this is going to be good. Let me guess. All wild guesses, but I'm picturing a 12 year old, more than nipple bumps, not quite puffies. I'm thinking Hispanic. Mexico I think. Simply stunning," said Leslie.

Rosabel just stared. Her jaw even dropped.

"How did you know all that? It's exactly right," said Rosabel. Leslie couldn't stop laughing.

"Because I've been to your house," said Leslie. "You live next door to Aracely. I was either right, or wildly wrong, but I've met her too and damn. Sexy, funny, brilliant, incredible in bed. The whole package."

"Incredible in bed?" said Rosabel. "She never told me that."

"Then add discrete to her accolades," said Leslie. "Why the hell didn't you bring her? Why have you never brought her?"

"She's 12!" said Rosabel.

It took Leslie and me a while to stop laughing.

"My 9-year-old brother is married, and they have a baby," said Leslie. "My parents are in a trio with an 12-year-old girl and they'll all get married to each other. You know damn well no one cares." Leslie pulled out her phone and sent a text. She got a quick reply and smiled.

"You'll like her, Rylee," said Leslie. Yep, I think my T-shirt tore. My nipples are rock freaking hard.

"Hold on," said Leslie. "Is the third Gerardo?" Rosabel's eyebrows went up.

"How did you know that!" asked Rosabel.

"Because if I weren't with Hunter and Hallie, Aracely and Gerardo would never leave my house. Actually, even with. Please, please tell me you have regular threesomes with them."

"Never," said Rosabel.

"Oh boy," said Leslie. "You have really got to work on communication in your relationship. I will bet you a million dollars that if you're honest right now, you'll be a trio and in bed together tonight. Trust me."

"Well, I'm not sure I want that now," said Rosabel. "Tomorrow would work and I'd be a million dollars richer." Spoiler alert, they waited until a minute after midnight. Leslie paid up. Come on. Not that much of a spoiler. Did you expect the whole thing to fall apart? Buck don't write that way. Kidding. Maybe.

Just then, Aracely wandered in. She walked right over and plopped down on Rosabel's lap, facing her. Then she gave her a wet sloppy kiss. Then she groped her.

Apparently Aracely was less concerned about keeping their relationship private.

"I want to be a trio with Gerardo," yelled Rosabel. Yes, yelled, which made the entire crowd stop talking and stare. Aracely didn't immediately answer.

She ripped off Rosabel T-shirt. They got into the spirit because Rosabel did the same to Aracely. In moments, they were on a lounge just going at it. Animalistic. Simply crazy. I learned a lot of new things. They were pushing each other over and still focusing on the other while they were orgasming. Just then someone walked up to them. Naked. Hard.

Gerardo. Nice work, Leslie.

He picked up Aracely and rearranged them with Aracely on the bottom.

Then he just pounded Rosabel. Aracely was really in the spirit of it, too. A lot of focus again. Really athletic sex, too. Finally, Gerardo pulled out and cum was everywhere. On Rosabel. All over Aracely. The crowd dispersed a bit at that point. Come on, you knew everyone was watching.

Leslie and I went and sat down and watched. For almost 90 minutes.

OK, we got off. A lot. Leslie and me. Together. You're welcome.

Leslie was looking at her watch and couldn't stop laughing. I looked at my watch and realized why. It was 2358. They finally finished and rolled onto their backs, with Gerardo in the middle. He was wearing a watch.

That was important. He checked it a few times and then finally nodded at Rosabel.

She stood up.

"We are officially a trio!" she yelled, to cheers from everyone. She came over to us.

"That was just for fun," said Rosabel. "You don't owe me anything."

"I pay my bets. I already paid," said Leslie. Rosabel started crying.

"What's wrong?" asked Leslie.

"Nothing," said Rosabel. "My life was hard. Getting here was tough and I know I'm lucky. Really lucky. I just kept expecting it to all implode. Maybe it isn't going to."

Maybe she'll feel a little better now that both Leslie and I have hugged her into our breasts. Orgasms help. Multiple orgasms helps more.

Can it really be true

I live in freaking Dionysus, have the job of my dreams and am in a trio with a young woman and a young man who I truly love. I can't say kids. They're just not kids. I took the pen the next morning. We fell asleep on a lounge, and woke up in a huge bedroom, with Gerardo in the middle of Aracely and me. Aracely and I are in simply gorgeous Teddys. Sheer, skimpy panties, and a sheer top, tied just a little loosely. Gerardo is in sheer flat front underwear. Men's panties. It is the simple description and there is not one man here that wouldn't wear them or would care what they were called.

He looks amazing. I rolled onto my side, and he opened on eye. The eye near me. Aracely rolled up and he opened the other eye.

Which was incredibly stupid and we all three just died laughing. Gasping for breath laughing.

I am so in love.

"Ditto," we all said.

I actually said, "Ditto jinx." Oh no, a double jinx. Aracely didn't say a word, and neither did I. Gerardo's "jinx" rang out loud and clear. A double-jinx. He fucks and cleans out us both.

Darn it.

"Let's establish this relationship right," said Aracely. "One fantasy partner and we'll invite them over right now. I'll start. Tomas."

A fine choice.

"Bob," I said. Might as well shoot for the moon.

"Gabe," said Gerardo.

The group moan was strong. Look at that list.

The fact that less than ten seconds later they walked into the bedroom door, naked, is confusing, but not that confusing. We're in Dionysus.

Confusing things happen.

Fun things happened. Fun fun things. 6 x 4.

All for Aracely and me.

Yay!

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