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Since we were in the Mediterranean, we made a run to our resort in France. If we're going to spend a few days in France, it makes sense to start in the south of France, near our wineries and, well, to be honest, near our nudist resort. Leslie and Orlando flew the BFP to the nearest airport. Oh, such world travelers. OK, it is kind of cool. It was nice of Orlando and Leslie to be the ferry crew, but they did get their an entire day before we did. The resort van picked them up and I'm guessing that was a day well spent.
Amai had arranged for customs to meet us at the resort, which made things so much easier. It had become an incredibly popular destination, given it has 'yacht' access from the Mediterranean and customs was used to coming out, and getting big tips. We'd already expanded the marina twice. None of the slips could handle the 475, as it would be silly to build that big, but we had the tenders to get to shore and they'd reserved a small slip in which to park the tender. Being, you know, the owners, got us privileges. Since we'd been there last, Chloe had arranged to have an owner's house built in the 'fun' side. A modest four bedroom, 4,500 square foot place. Tiny, just tiny. It was nice, though, and the immediate family stayed there, and the rest of the large group stayed on the 475. OK, that's not entirely true. Sophia stayed with Morgan and us. You knew that. That meant Luca and Elena did too. Plenty of beds, if one group bunked three to a room. Who the hell even knew what beds people would be in at bedtime? Two kings in one room? Hell, I could see all nine of us sound asleep. I'd get the wet spot. I always do. Damn, it made Sophia and Morgan happy. Still don't know it. Still don't admit it to themselves. Oh, that's probably not true. I think they've known it all along. Maybe it was just the rest of us that were confused and they were private.
They'll get there.
If you remember from when we bought the resort, both Jamie and Aldo were members of the special part of the resort. It seems like their coming for a visit while we were there was a great idea, don't you think? Now you know how Orlando and Leslie spent their day without us, don't you. Oh, they want to tell their story. OK, I'll pass the pen to Orlando.
Jamie and Jeannie are Tyler and Annie's parents. Jamie and Jeannie are smoking hot and a lot of fun. A lot of fun. Tyler is 16 and was dating Morgan briefly, but now they're just friends. FWB, of course. Annie is Tyler's 12 year old sister, and is trim and athletic and has nice small A cups. She and Leslie look a lot alike and are fun to tag team.
Aldo and Freja were Chloe's friends from Austin. Aldo was the general contractor that built the Austin, um, campus. Is campus right? Compound? What the hell do we call these places? Personal resort seems a bit much. Anyway, Aldo and Freja have six fun as fuck, or fun to fuck kids. The boys had their Dad's Italian looks and were incredibly good looking and incredibly skilled. Arturo, Benito, and Nicolo. 14, 11, 7. The girls had their Mom's blonde Swedish looks and were equally as attractive and equally as fun. Alma, Ellie, and Nova. 12, 9, 6. Oh God, Nova. If anyone gave Ruby a run for her money, Nova did. You probably remember them all pretty well, as we played the tank top game with them in Austin. Nova won the day, and deservedly so.
We didn't spend the entire day inside and naked. We spent a lot of it outside and naked, playing in the big pool at our house. We also spent a lot of time at the communal pool. Who doesn't enjoy the view of a couple hundred naked people? Both families had already been there for a week or so and the kids had made some new friends. New friends, get it?
Aldo and Jamie had met the new friend's parents in the fun area. That tells you a bit, now doesn't it?
The first family they, um, got to know was Ethiopian. The Dad was Tekle and a tall, thin, muscular guy. Just beautiful. He was beyond handsome. Beautiful worked. His dark skin freaking glowed. Oh, did I mention the family was black? Black and beautiful. Easily 6'4", thin but muscular with the nicest 7 inch thin uncut cock. Oh, yes, I got to see his cock hard. Repeatedly. So did Leslie. Repeatedly.
Tekle was married to Louam, a small, curvy, sexy woman. Maybe 5'3", 140, solid C cups and oh so much fun.
Tekle and Louam had two kids. Dawit, their 12 year old boy and Zena, their 9 year old girl. Dawit was impressive for 12. About 5'10", thin but muscular, with a nice 6 inch uncut cock. Very much like his Dad. He was as tall as me and I'm pretty tall for my age. Zena was 9 and fucking cute, and cute fucking. A thin girlish body with incredible nipples. You know what I mean. Not quite puffies yet, but with a bit of a bump. When I first met her, she was wearing a thin, tight white t-shirt. Oh God. Those nipple bumps got me hard in an instant. They would you too.
The second family we met was Persian. Yes, Iranian. We learned a lot about the Iranian culture, which wasn't something Americans usually learned a lot about. We also learned that this particular Persian family were freaks. In a good way.
The Mom was Shirin and sexy AF. You know the look. A little darker skin and gorgeous. Probably 5'5", with nice, firm C cup breasts and sensitive nipples. Yes, I learned that first hand. The Dad was Nasim and six feet of pure sex appeal, with a six inch uncut cock that he knew how to use. Oh, and yes, I introduced the Mom first for a reason. She was absolutely in charge, to the point of being a director. We all learned from her. She introduced us to a game. I'll get there.
They had three kids. Fourteen year old Sargon was just as beautiful as his Dad and about the same size. They looked more like brothers than father and son, except that Sargon had a thick eight inch cock and the skills to use it. Jassi was 11, going on 25. Like her brother, Jassi could have been her Mom's twin, but just ever so slightly more petite. OK, OK, what I really mean is she had B cups, not C cups. I wanted her as soon as I saw her. Of course, I met her at the pool, and she was naked, so that helped. She seemed to appreciate that I got hard when I met her. The youngest as 9 year old Ciro. Only about 4'11" but he was in fantastic shape. A smaller 4 inch uncut cock, but he was 9. He did know how to use it, and seemed to like fucking me in the ass as much as I liked him fucking me, but that's another story.
Leslie and I invited all four families back to the house for the afternoon. You knew we did. So let's figure this out.
Freja and Aldo's family was six. Four male, four female.
Jamie and Jeannie's family was four. Two male, two female.
Tekle and Louam's family was four. Two male, two female.
Shirin and family was five. Three male, two female.
Leslie and I were the last two. One male, one female.
So, 12 men, 11 women. 8 adults, 15 kids.
Perfect.
We all walked into the house and made snacks for lunch. That's what we'd come back to the house for. Lunch. Uh huh. Once we were done, Shirin actually climbed on the coffee table.
"I declare a gangbang," yelled Shirin. Every body else yelled: "A gangbang has been declared." Leslie and I didn't have a clue, but it sounded like fun. I got hard. Who wouldn't? Shirin was smoking hot. Suddenly 11 year old Jassi hopped up on the table and yelled: "I preempt". The entire group gasped. Shirin just smiled, and nodded at Jassi. The entire group started forming two lines. One with all the girls and one with all the boys. I found myself second in line behind Jamie. Jassi found a comforter from one of the beds and spread it on the floor of the living room and laid down, with a pillow under her ass and her legs spread. Damn.
"I get the idea of a gangbang, but what does preempt mean?," I asked.
"The person that preempts takes the place of the person that declared the gangbang, but agrees that every other cock will be in their ass," said Jamie. Oh. Oh boy. Oh, I'm second in line too. This could be fun. Jassi is sexy as fuck. And about to get fucked. Repeatedly.
Suddenly Aldo shouted: "Newcomers!" The entire crowd shouted it in return.
Jamie dropped behind me in line, and Leslie was pushed to the front of her line. Going first is nice and all, but I was looking forward to fucking her in the ass. Oh, gosh, I guess I'll have to be satisfied with her pussy. Darn. Can you see me smiling?
"For the benefit of the newcomers, the women's line goes first. Their job is to both get Jassi off, and to do cleanup of the last cock. So Leslie, do your job,"
Leslie got down on her knees and slid up Jassi's body and started passionately kissing her. She slowly slid down her body, kissing her ear, her neck, and her nipples. She sucked and licked her nipples until Jassi was bucking and then slid down and pulled her pretty pink pussy lips apart. She licked from the bottom to the top, over and over, coming just short of her clit. Jassi started pushing, trying to get Leslie to take her clit in her mouth, but Leslie wouldn't.
Suddenly little Ciro walked up to Leslie and got on his knees and slid right in. What's up with that?
"Oh, anyone can fuck the person attending to the gangbang participant. You just have to stop when the girl goes over. Ciro times that well, so he won't cum. If he'd started earlier, he would have used up one of his cums. He'll go to the back of the line," said Jamie.
"One of?," I asked.
"All men are expected to go through the line at least twice," said Jamie.
Twice? There are twelve of us. She's getting fucked 24 times, 12 in the ass? I get why preempting is surprising.
Just then, Leslie finally relented and sucked Jassi's clit into her mouth. Jassi went over, hard, squirting everywhere. The crowd shouted out "Squirter win!". Ciro pulled out and went to the back of the line. Jamie pulled Leslie over to us.
"Squirter win means that you, Leslie, can pick anyone in the crowd to do anything you want, right next to Jassi, while Orlando fucks Jassi. It's your reward for making Jassi squirt," said Jamie. Leslie's eyes went up and down the men's line and finally settled on Sargon, Jassi's brother. Eight inch equipped Sargon. Leslie laid down right next to Jassi and they started kissing. I lined up and slid into Jassi just as Sargon did the same to Leslie. God it was beautiful. We got into a rhythm stroking in and out, when Sargon reached over and pushed one of his fingers in my ass. Oh that felt good, so I did the same for him. I wasn't going to last long and neither was Sargon. We both pulled out and covered our respective partners with a lot of cum. Nipples to pussy cum. I just about collapsed. I moved and Annie took my place for cleanup and to get Jassi off again. Sargon was apparently expected to clean up after himself and did quite a nice job, passing his cum to both Jassi and Leslie.
Next up was Jamie. Jamie with a thick cock. In Jassi's ass. Well, she signed up for this. Louam was next in the women's line, which apparently meant she had lube duty. Yes, we'd made sure lube was handy for our guests. You just never knew, did you? Oh, that's not quite right. We knew.
Louam got Jassi all lubed up and Jamie gently worked his way in. It was a lot of work, but finally he had a nice rhythm going and Jassi was loving it. Louam was playing with her clit, which was allowed while Jassi was getting ass fucked. It was a bit complicated, but everyone helped us learn. Jamie got off and slid up Jassi's body and gave her quite a facial. Facials are considered badges of honor and left in place. Yeah, complicated, but she looked great. Freshly fucked and cum covered.
Zena was up in the women's line. Sexy little 9 year old Zena. Just as she started licking Jassi, Zena yelled 'newcomer' quite loudly. Jamie pushed me to the front of the line and explained that meant I was to fuck Zena, while she licked Jassi, but to stop right before I came. Well, OK. For being so little, she was wet as hell, and I slid in easier than I expected. I reached around and played with her nipple bumps and just pounded her. Thankfully Jassi came pretty quickly, or I was at risk of cumming too.
I didn't even lose my spot in line.
This went on and on and on. Somehow the line shifted a bit and I did get to fuck Jassi in the ass and it was wonderful. There were so many rules. So many wonderful rules, but in the end, Jassi was pleasantly wiped out. Just when I thought it was over, everyone yelled 'newcomer bath'!
They explained Leslie and I had the honor of bathing Jassi. Everyone else went back to the communal pool and we took Jassi into the master bath and drew her a warm bath. The tub was huge, so we got in with her and chatted while we gently washed her off. She did ask if she could watch me fuck Leslie and we were happy to oblige. In the tub. Ohh.
The rest of the day was play. We went over to the marina and took the tender out to the 475 with our new and our old friends. The slide, you know. Did I mention that they'd arrived in the 475?
The family played the next day. Maybe we'll save that story.
But we're back in Florida now and I have a story to tell. Don't I always? I buy shit. That's my role.
We spent a lot of time recently in Orlando. Mostly because I bought the Orlando Magic. Yeah, invested in their roster too. Looks like they'll be a top contender this year. I'd write more, but honestly, it's not journal worthy. Fun as hell, but you know what this journal is about. Yeah, bought a big house too. I'll share more when we have fun there. That's the point, right? The good and bad news was that Juanita took the job as their new head trainer. Quite a turnaround from the shit in Ocala. We were sad to lose her, and proud of her too.
One Tuesday I rented Disneyworld and the team and staff all brought their families. It was a lot more fun without lines. Who knew you could rent the park? It was a tad pricey. It was an EARLY day, because you have to rent it before they open at 9 or after they close at 11. We chose early, so we were there at 5AM. We had four uninterupted hours of joy. What's amazing is they open everything. All the rides, all the restaurants. They did tell us that they usually do it for groups of several thousand. We only had a few hundred. Basically everyone we knew came. From entertainment, music, basketball, and business. If something had happened that day, it would have wiped out the markets.
Just like our Austin party, it was hilarious to see the combinations. At one point I saw Bill Gates, Taylor Swift, Steph Curry, and Morgan heading towards Space Mountain together. No kids, just adults. Well, I guess Morgan is technically a kid, but where were Steph's kids? Space freaking Mountain. Oh, they had a good time.
We did have a lot of fun, particularly the little kids, but I never, ever want to hear the Small World song again. Ever. We will do it again, and Chris is already figuring out how to make it a charity event for Hayden. Sure she is.
Finally everyone went home except a very select group, if you get my drift. We adjourned to the new house. It was still early in the day, so the kids went swimming, while the adults, well, entertained. The adult group was small, just Amy and me, Blake and Alison, Don and Deedee, and Amai. While that would have been a pretty fucking hot group, we spent the day 'sending out' for kids to come play with us. Yes, we did. Of course, our four were in play, as were Hunter and Hallie, but we also ended up with a few extra kids that were hanging with our kids. Don's niece and nephew, Bella and Jake were here. Damn. Jake and Bella. Noah was here, but he was around a lot. Four of the kids from Gabe and Ruby's party were here too. Meg, Drew, Cisco, and Gabby. Oh, Gabby. Of course, that meant Gabe and Ruby were here too. Fifteen kids. Seven adults. Sounded about right.
We played a simple game. Each adult picked a card that had the name of a kid. Then they picked a card with a sex act. Then they did that. While we all watched. We picked cards to determine order. After they finished, the kid got to say if they wanted their name back in the pot to be picked again. They always did.
First up was DeeDee. Oh yeah, I loved to watch DeeDee. She picked a card and got Noah. Sweet young sexy Noah. We called out and Noah came in and immediately started taking off his clothes. He was already hard. Nice. He got to pick the next card and pulled out "get fucked". Oh. Guess we needed the toys. Amy got a strap-on for DeeDee. A big double-ended strap-on. Noah got up on his knees, with a big grin on his face. He liked to be fucked. Hard. Amy couldn't resist and stripped and laid down and spread her legs. Noah pulled apart those amazing pussy lips and started teasing her clit with his tongue. Amy was REALLY horny, as she didn't last 30 seconds. Just as she went off, DeeDee plunged into Noah.
God it was hot. These were timed events, but we allowed a full two minutes. Oh, you know DeeDee got off. You know Amy got off. Again. When time was up, Noah groaned, as he was still hard. He could go back into the bowl, or he could ask to cum. His choice. He thought about it, and dropped his card back in the bowl. Yeah, we pulled on his suit over a really hard cock. Oh and I do mean we. Amy and I helped him get dressed. The fact that we both licked his cock a bit was just an accident. A cruel accident.
Oh good. I was up next. I pulled out a card and called in Hallie. Cute, sexy, horny Hallie. Maybe that's her new nickname. Horny Hallie. It fit. She ran in and was out of her suit in a flash. Oh god. She'd been getting sun this summer with a tiny bikini on. You know the look. Tan skin, with a white, white triangles over her tiny breasts and pussy. I find that SO hot. I was hard as a rock. Of course, that was true all through DeeDee and Noah's exhibition too. Hallie pulled out a card. All it said was Pussy Rub. Ohhhhh. I knew the drill and laid on my back. She lowered herself down onto my cock. No, I don't mean took it in her, I mean she spread the lips of her pussy and sat down on my cock. She was so wet, she drenched my cock, which was good, because pussy rub was just that. She slid up and down my cock, massaging it with the lips of her wet pussy. If you've never tried it, it is heavenly. I wasn't sure I'd make it through the two minutes. It felt SO good. Oh, I played with her nipples and clit too. Just before the timer went off - orgasm. Oh, not me. Hallie. Hard. She fell down onto my chest and I just hugged her. It was a powerful one. Finally she hopped up and dropped her card right back into the bowl. Damn.
You don't want to hear them all, do you? OK, maybe a few more.
Next up was Amai. Oh, that kid was going to win. She pulled a card and got Gabby. In ran little six year old Gabby, dropping her bikini as she ran. She was excited. Oh, you could tell too. Her tiny slit was red and her teenie tiny nipples were hard. She pulled a card and it was Get Fucked.
Well, that's a problem. Gabby didn't get fucked. We were going to have her pull another card when she suggested something.
"Oh, I do get fucked now, just not by anything that big. You can pull another card for another kid, but do you want to watch one of the boys fuck me first?," she said.
Yes, yes we did. She thought about it for a minute. She called outside for Drew. Eight year old Drew, with his thin three inch cock. Perfect. He came in a bit confused, as Gabby was already there. All I could think about was how did she know Drew's cock was thin? Anyway. Gabby explained and Drew stripped quickly. QUICKLY. Gabby got on the lounge, on all fours, and asked Amai to lube her and Drew up. Amai did. Generously. Gabby went off, which was good, before, you know, the main event. Amai was careful with Drew, to not make him cum. Finally Drew climbed up and slid right in, doggy style. Oh, they put on a show. Gabby was rubbing her own clit and his cock too. Soon she was bucking and he was too. They collapsed in a pile of passion.
Maybe this was a new game. Adults just watch the kids fuck. I'm in.
We escalated the game and picked two adults and three kids. We'd figure out how that worked. We all just liked to watch. Well, not just, but you get the idea. The two adults were Blake and Don. OK, two nice cocks. They picked three kids. First was Meg. Little 10 year old, barely bumps, Meg. Then they pulled Bella. Little 6 year old Bella. Two big guys. Two small girls. Nice. And the final card goes to Orlando. Oh yeah. Let me tell you Orlando was smoking these days. Ripped abs. Even his cock had grown. Easily 7 inches and much thicker. He was a stud. I thought about all those virgins with that big cock. Good thing he was gentle with them.
Meg's card was "Blow them". OK, she was sucking a cock. Bella's card was "anal sex". We offered her the chance to pick another card, but she didn't want it. That was going to be interesting, as she was paired with Don and Don is THICK. THICK thick. She knew it. She wanted it. The final card, for Orlando, was "Get fucked".
They all discussed it and decided Don would fuck Bella, as that's what the cards said. Orlando was to get fucked, so Blake was going to take his ass. Meg suggested she 69 with Orlando while he was. Yeah, Orlando was OK with that and it did fit the card.
Don and Bella were up first, and Amy did the honors of lubing them up. Bella tried. Oh how she tried. Finally, though, they had to admit it wasn't happening. She was disappointed. He was disappointed. They decided to pull another card and it was a simple one. "69". Perfect. We got them warm wet towels and cleaned them up and Don laid down and she climbed on him. Little on big. So beautiful. While they were going at it, Orlando had assumed the position and Blake was already going at it and Meg was underneath. Orlando wouldn't stop moaning.
The two minute timer went off and none of the five cared. They weren't done. Meg set off a chain reaction by going off first. Orlando came too, but she pulled off and took the facial. Blake pulled out and added his cum to her face and chest. Damn.
Bella went off too, and Don pulled his cock out and gave little Bella a facial. Yeah. Two sticky, sticky girls. The men got up while Orlando demonstrated his clean up skills. First he cleaned off Meg and shared a little of the cum with both Amy and me. Yeah. Then he cleaned off Bella and shared the cum with Amai. They couldn't resist and started stroking each other's cocks. Orlando actually pulled away, leaving Amai hanging, but dropped his card back in the bowl and pulled on his suit and left. Oh yeah.
OK, one more. Two adults, two kids. Amy was first and DeeDee was second. The only two adults left. Amy picked Chris and DeeDee picked Morgan. OK, all girls, all the time. The girls came in and stripped and suggested they just pick one card. Sure.
Chris pulled it out and it just said "Masturbate each other". That meant hands and nothing else. They all decided to lie on their sides, face to pussy, so to speak, but use fingers. Only fingers.
It was a joy to watch. They all had powerful skills. None of them made it to two minutes. All of them squirted. Yes, skills. I admit, all the men were standing over them jacking off. Amai too. As they approached the two minute mark, I couldn't hold back, and ended up giving Chris a facial. That set off a chain reaction. Blake, then Don, then Amai. Then Orlando, Hunter, and Noah. Oh, they'd come in to watch. Or cum in to watch. I've never seen so much cum in my life. I heard 'clean up' and realized it was the youngest girls. Bella. Meg. Gabby. Leslie joined in. They attacked, licking everywhere, until they all slid down and licked, well, you know. The moans could have brought down the house. Oh, they got them off and then, in unison, all four girls swung around and laid their pussies onto the face of their partner. Bella with Amy. Meg with Chris. Gabby with DeeDee and finally, Leslie with Morgan. Back to where it all started for them.
And then it was over. I needed a nap. Hell, we all needed a nap. Everyone was inside and naked, so we all took off for showers. Somehow I ended up in a shower with Meg. Yeah, that was OK. I had one more in me. Well, not at the end of the shower.
The day ended with a wonderful dinner. You expected lobster. Well, yes, but in burritos. A Mexican feast tonight, in a buffet. It was awesome. The day was awesome.
DisneyWorld was fun. Next we'd do Epcot. And then back to the house. We'd invite more fun friends. It's a big house.
Gabe came up to me today with a question. He wanted to learn how to fly. His argument was sound. He was fantastic with the carts, did great on the waverunners, and had a lot of experience driving the boats. He understood all the concepts and had spent hours in the jump seat watching and clearly learning. He knew every step of the process and what every single instrument did and how to use it.
In the 747.
He has always been a bright kid and now I my respect grew even more.
"So is your goal to be jet certified before I was?," I asked. He just smiled at me. Damn, he might just do it. We flew to the airport in the helicopter and started the preflight of the TTx. He walked ME through it, from the preflight checklist he had printed from the internet. He even had a pen and checked off each step as we went. Perfect.
We got on board and I started to run him through the controls. He asked me, politely, if he could do it. He'd clearly been studying the TTx, as he had it down perfectly. He also shared that he had signed up for an online program for ground school and had already passed and had his ground school certificate for both the TTx and the King Air. He also had his medical certification complete. He was on a roll.
"OK buddy," I said. "You seem to have it all under control. Go ahead and get clearance and take off."
"Are you serious?," he asked. I just smiled and nodded. He called the tower and went through the process flawlessly and got approval for immediate take off. He taxied to the end of the runway, locked the brakes, powered up and we headed down the runway. At exactly the right speed, he smoothly rotated and took off. He had VFR clearance to 3000 feet and took us up at just the right climb rate. I didn't say a word. He started what was clearly the first leg to go back and land -- the typical first flight. He got on the radio and asked for clearance to do a touch and go. He lined up for the runway and brought us down. At exactly the right moment, he flared and we kissed the runway. He kept he power up and took back off. We did this over and over for another five landings. After the six takeoff, I told him to fly us to Ocala and we'd land for lunch. He didn't even ask, but set the heading for Ocala. He'd been really studying.
After not very long, he radioed for clearance to land and did a picture perfect landing and pulled over to the FBO. This kid was beyond a natural. He was ready to solo. Hell, he was ready for his license. He powered us down and faithfully entered all the information in his logbook and asked me to sign it. We got out and he set the chocks and pulled out his phone.
"I'm calling an Uber. I looked and there is a nice restaurant nearby," he said. Well sure. I knew what restaurant he meant. I used to go there all the time when I was learning. We had an awesome lunch and talked about his goals for his training program. He had it all figured out. He needed more of our trainers to work with him, as he was going to be just as aggressive as I had been. His goal was to complete his license for the TTx by the end of the week and the King Air the week after. He would actually set the twin engine record if he did it, at least according to his research. Then he wanted to jump right to the Mustang. At that pace, he wouldn't just beat me, he'd obliterate the record. Part of me was a touch sad, but most of me was screaming, to myself, "Go Gabe!".
We had a pleasant lunch, but as we were winding down, Gabe had a look on his face. I wasn't sure what it was, but it looked like a combination of fear and lust. You know that look, when a boy wants to ask something, but doesn't quite have the courage.
"Spit it out, Gabe," I said and he laughed.
"Well, um, this restaurant is attached to the hotel and, I, um, made a reservation and already have the electronic key on my phone," he said. Oh, got it.
"Gabe, why did that make you nervous? You've fucked me a ton of times. You know I love it. I know you love it," I said.
"I don't know. I guess this felt like a date and that was just fucking," he said. A date? Oh. Yeah, no. Time to be gentle. I took his hand.
"Gabe, you know I love you, right?," I said, getting a big smile in return. "I do, and I always will, and I can't wait to get into that hotel room, but honey, this isn't a date. I don't even date yet. Let's just go have some fun, OK?" Wow, that was a lot of emotions going across his face. Sad because it wasn't a date. Happy we were going to fuck. Finally he settled on, damn, I get to fuck Leslie. I knew that face. We paid the bill and went through the door into the hotel and he led me right to the room. He admitted he'd looked at the room map online so he'd know right where it was. Another preflight check, so to speak.
We got to the room and I told him to lay back on the bed. I did a sexy, impromptu striptease for him. Oh he liked it. Hell, I liked it. Once I was naked, I told him it was his turn. He hopped up and started to undress and I stopped him.
"No, Gabe, your turn," I said, laying back onto the bed. "Strip for me." He got a big grin on his face and proceeded to do just that. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, showing me his chest, which was surprisingly defined for a ten year old. Shirt off, he slowly dropped his pants. Then he was just in his tighty whities and visibly tenting them. He pulled the front of his underwear down and hooked it under his balls. Damn, that was really sexy. He left it there and climbed onto the bed and literally climbed up my body to kiss me. Then he worked his was down, kissing my ear, my neck, my nipples. He took his time and licked and sucked my nipples, while gently stroking my pussy with his finger. Fuck I was hot. He clearly had been paying attention, as we worked his way down and pulled my lips apart and started licking, and then pumping his tongue into me. He hadn't touched my clit at all and I wanted him to. I really wanted him to. Finally he had me bucking and slid in two fingers and sucked my clit into his mouth, gently sucking it.
That was it. I think I had a seizure, not just an orgasm. It was fucking spectacular. He held me there and I kept going over and finally I tapped him on the head. He slid right back up my body and gave me a big kiss, just as he slid his cock in. Oh, I went over again. I think I had an orgasm for the entire time he fucked me, and he had stamina. Finally he emptied himself in me. Oh, he slid right back down and started licking me out. This body slide thing was wonderful. He licked me over, again, which I didn't think was possible, then slid back up for one last time and pushed his cum into my mouth. Our tongues danced as we both swallowed it. Finally he rolled off beside me.
Holy mother that was incredible and I told him.
"Well, I've been practicing that with Ruby," he said. That mental image damn near set me off again. I needed to fuck Gabe more often. Way more often. We actually napped for a bit and then headed back to the plane. I actually bought a magazine as I couldn't see needing to do anything other than being his passenger. We flew to Orlando Executive, then to Sarasota, then finally back to St. Pete. We'd spent the entire day in the air. I felt for all my instructors when I was building up hours. It's actually kind of boring to be the intructor for a 10 hour day. Well, except for after lunch. You know. I was going to have to thank all my instructors again. While I was in the air, I lined up Chris and Alison to split tomorrow and Tom and Jess for the next day. I asked Amai to setup a schedule for the next three weeks. I shared his goals and she loved it and promised to get it all setup. It was almost dinner time, so we were headed back to our house for dinner.
I had suggested that Gabe stay with us for the next few weeks to simplify his training. I think he liked that idea. I know it made my pussy throb. Chris and Morgan just had to experience the new Gabe.
We got into the helicopter and he climbed into co-pilot's seat.
"Can I fly?," he asked. I just looked at him. Was he serious?
"The aircraft is yours," I said, but I did keep my hands on the controls. Helicopters are a bear and not for the faint of heart. He lifted us off and headed towards the house. Damn, he was good at this. He flew us down the bay and lined us over the helipad and set us down perfectly. I couldn't have done it better. He shut us down and I just looked at him. He gave me a big grin back.
"Oh hell, even I didn't think I could do that yet," he said and we both laughed. When we got out, he had perfectly straddled the H. We rode a cart up to the house and I told him to drive. I pulled out my phone and texted Ollie, the commander of the Civil Air Patrol training squadron. You know, the kids group. I asked him if he had an opening, as I had a new pilot with some serious skills. Instead of answering, he called me back.
"So you have someone," asked Ollie. "What is she, 10 years old?"
"He," I said. "And yes, he is 10. He'll have his pilot's license by the end of the week and his multi by the end of next week. He just flew me home in the helicopter. To be blunt, I need him in the CAP as its the only way to get him certified on the helicopter." Ollie just laughed and said he'd be happy to have him.
Gabe had clearly been listening. "You're going to help me get certified in the helicopter?," he asked. I just laughed and nodded.
We got to the house and the grill out back was already going. Oh good, ribeyes and corn on the cob on the grill. One of my favorites. Mmmm, mmmm, good. We grabbed our dinner and sat down and Juanita joined us. She'd come back for a visit and to plan her move. Oh, I don't think anyone mentioned. Juanita is the new head trainer for the Magic and, no, it wasn't connections that got her the job. No, it wasn't that either, you perv.
Ruby came over and sat with us too.
"So what's this I hear that you were flying today?," said Juanita. Gabe just beamed. I shared how good he was at it. He beamed some more, but he clearly had something to say.
"Talk," I said, in my stern instructor voice.
"Ruby has done everything I have. She's finished ground school and has her medical certification," said Gabe. "She's ready too." Juanita and I just stared at Ruby and she beamed. Seriously? An eight year old? I know Ruby is precocious, but really. Oh hell, why not. I texted Jess to see if the other TTx was available tomorrow and it was.
"OK Ruby," I said. "Alison and Chris have Gabe tomorrow. You're with me." She and Gabe both laughed. He's one cool kid. He was going to set amazing records and if she was any good, she'd blow them away, maybe a day later. My accomplishments at 11 won't be that big, would they? Well, I guess I did win Top Gun.
"I know you said we could stay during our training, but can we spend the whole summer?," said Ruby.
"Not my call, but OK with me," I said, between bites of heaven. "Talk to your parents and my parents. Honestly, I doubt anyone cares. You know you're always welcome."
With that, we all piled into the helicopter and Gabe flew us to the airport. We were a little early, but Jess was already there. I think she anticipated Gabe's excitement. Did you notice I said Gabe flew us to the airport? Damn, this kid was GOOD.
Jess went off with Gabe into the hanger to get the other TTx. I walked over to start the preflight with Ruby. Honestly, I didn't expect the day to be long. There's no way. She's freaking 8. My opinion changed a little when she whipped out her checklist and pen and walked through the preflight. I literally didn't say a word as she walked around, doing the entire process. She was so freaking cute, with her tongue sticking out slightly. She was so focused. Finally we climbed on board. It was a good thing she'd had a little growth spurt and this plane had adjustable pedals because she BARELY fit. It was so close. I figured I'd challenge her like I did Gabe and told her to take us up. Yeah, I got the same look, but off we went. If I closed my eyes, it could have been yesterday. We did the six landings and without a word, she set a course for Ocala. She looked at me and smiled.
"Gabe told me all about yesterday," she said. "ALL about yesterday." Damn. When we landed I had to call the Uber. She didn't even HAVE a cell phone yet. I texted Amai and told her two things. First, get Ruby a cellphone and second, to setup a similar training schedule for Ruby. I had to push through her disbelief, but she agreed. She said she'd have to find some other instructors, but Tom and Jess would help find them. It took a special instructor to agree to teach an 8 and 10 year old to fly. We had a nice lunch and Ruby wasn't nearly as bashful.
"Gabe told me what you did yesterday. I want to play too," she said. "Gabe made the reservation. He said you could get the key on your phone." She told me what I needed and sure enough, the key was on my phone. She led me through the hotel directly to the room. Yeah, she'd looked at the map too. She jumped up on the bed, clearly in anticipation of my striptease. Well, I was willing to oblige. I did my best, and she played with herself through her thin little panties while I did. THAT was sexy. Finally I has done and we traded places. Who knew an eight year old girl could do THAT sexy of a strip. Oh, she could, she could. As she finished, she reached for her purse. I admit, I wondered why an eight year old had a purse, but she pulled out a double-ended dildo. A BIG double-ended dildo. Now that's preparation. She pushed one end into her pussy, and climbed up the bed, and up my body. She duplicated Gabe in every way, including a seizure level orgasm for me. She slid right back up my body and slid that dildo right into me. Oh god. She was pumping away like a maniac and took us both over. Repeatedly. Finally she collapsed onto me, and we dozed, with the dildo still in both of us, and her asleep on my chest.
The flight lessons might just kill me. We woke up and headed back to the plane. After another really long day, it was finally time to head home, so Ruby landed and taxied up to our hanger. Just as we did, the King Air taxied up. Oh hell no. Well, hell yes. Gabe and Tom climbed out of the King Air.
"I might have to revise my 'best pilot ever' Leslie," said Tom. "I don't know if he's ready for Top Gun, but damn he's good."
"Trade me tomorrow," I said. "Ruby will give him a run for the money. You'll have her in the King Air tomorrow too. Make sure to have lunch in Ocala too. You'll LOVE lunch." His eyebrows shot up.
"Ruby was flying?," he said. Apparently he hadn't gotten that news yet. I just smiled and nodded.
"Damn," said Tom. "Oh, and that IS a very nice restaurant." Oh my. Tom and Gabe. Oh fucking my.
"Has she passed ground school and her medical too?," asked Tom.
"Yes," said Ruby. "I have. Gabe and I did it all together." Turning to me, she added "Can I fly us home?"
Seriously? Why not.
We got on the helicopter and they both climbed into a pilot's seat. I laughed.
"While I am sure you could do it," I said. "It's pretty darned illegal. Gabe. Out." He smiled and got up. Yes, she flew us home. Fuck yes.
We had a quiet dinner, just the three of us, as everyone else was off doing something. I have no idea what. Gabe and Ruby went to bed early, which didn't bode well for my wakeup time in the morning.
I like massages. Yes, I took over the pen to announce that I like massages. Hell, doesn't everybody like massages?
We also need a new trainer. Yeah, doesn't seem like those to things are related, but they are. Remember, Juanita bailed on us. Oh, I'm kidding. I couldn't be more proud that our baby left the nest. OK, you know what I mean. Everything that she went through was horrible, but she has finally arrived. I'm pleased that we were able to be a part of it, and she is still family. Hell, somehow her brother and sister are living with us for the summer. I'm not exactly sure why, but Amy and I keep waking up with a naked Ruby in our bed and, well, I'm not complaining.
So back to massages. If we're hiring, we might as well hire two people. We need a trainer and I think we need a massage therapist. I think the perfect solution is a student, because I doubt we could keep someone busy for eight hours a day, although I do, you know, like massages. A massage therapist is going to be tricky though. I know some massages have happy endings and more, and that's great and all, but that's not something we require, or even need. Although I admit, a nice hand job is, well, nice.
So anyway. I wandered into Amai's office. Yeah, we'd built on again and built more offices. Meg had finally had all the books in the library appraised and the first thing the appraiser said was for us all to get the hell out of there. Looks like both the previous owners and the divorce attorneys didn't do a very good job, because the books in the library were valued at a little more than $20M. Since we paid $36M for the house, including the books, we actually got the house for $16M. Hell, the 38 acre lot was worth more than that. I don't know if Karma is real, but apparently she is our close friend.
OK, I keep getting distracted. I think I need a massage. Amai was at her desk, with a textbook open. I tried to pivot and leave, as I didn't want to interrupt her studying, but she was having none of it.
"Stop," she said, in the firmest voice she could muster. "You don't need to leave. I'm ahead on my studying. I am very organized. What do you need? That is why I am here." OK, neither one of us could hold it and we both laughed. What I really wanted was to blow her, but focus Bob, focus.
"I like massages," I said. She looked at me for just a moment.
"So you want me to hire a massage therapist, preferably a student that will work part-time. You'll pay their tuition and stuff just like me," she said. "But I'll bet you're worried about the sexual stuff. You want me to find the perfect person, while I am also finding a new trainer to replace Juanita. Your first interview is here in 20 minutes, for the massage position."
I just stared at her. She gave me an enigmatic smile. I swear I hadn't talked to ANYONE about massages. Hell I hadn't talked to myself about massages until 10 minutes ago. I was a little scared, but, well, roll with it.
"OK, sounds good," I said. "When's the first interview for a trainer?"
"20 minutes," she said. "They're a couple and you'll hire them both. I could setup more interviews, but it would be a complete waste of your time, my time, and their time. Your interview is just a formality. I've already picked them. They'll fit in just perfectly. Perfectly. Oh, so will their kids. They have two. You're really just meeting them."
Well, sure. It's not like I have any decision making authority, on anything. I appear to just take up space. I guess I do that well. Just then, the doorbell rang. They were not only prompt, they were early. Amai and I walked to the front door together. I opened the door to perhaps the most interesting couple I have ever seen in my life. I suspect they got that a lot. The man was easily 6'9", muscular, but thin, and had simply enormous hands. When I shook his hand, mine completely disappeared. Oh, he was black, if that matters. He was wearing gym shorts and a tight T-shirt, and while I am proud of my abs, they suck compared to his. I could tell that and he had a shirt on. The women could not have been over 4'10", just a tiny Asian woman. If she broke 90 pounds, I'd be stunned. She was in shorts and a tank top and there were barely bumps under the tank top. I knew she wasn't, but she looked about 9. They were both fucking beautiful. I don't care if they had skills at all, I was happy to hire them. OK, that was shallow, but you know what I mean.
He introduced himself as Isaiah. That's where I knew him. He was an NBA prospect, but didn't make the big show. I think he banged around in Europe for a bit. She introduced herself as Meili. Such a pretty name. Just then Morgan walked into the room. She smiled and started a conversation with Meili. I have no idea what language they were speaking.
"Mandarin, Dad," said Morgan, and they both laughed. I know I didn't say that out loud. I didn't.
"How did you know I was Chinese?," asked Meili.
"Well, contrary to popular belief, all Asians don't look alike," said Morgan, with some gravitas. Then she laughed and added: "And I gambled and picked the language that the most people spoke." They both laughed.
"Wait, what do you mean you picked the one most people spoke? How many languages do you speak?," asked Meili.
"11, at least fluently," said Orlando, who just walked up. "That I know of. She speaks English, French, Spanish, Italian, German, Portuguese, Mandarin, Japanese, Hindi, Russian, and Arabic. So do I."
"You speak Russian and Hindi?," I asked.
"Sure," he said. "Once you learn a few, it's easier. If you'd ever get past one, you could do it too." OK, I deserved that.
"Leslie and Chris speak the first eight," said Orlando. "We're working with them on the last three. We pick a language for the day. Surely you've heard us."
"Yeah, but since, as you pointed out, I only speak the one, I didn't know how many there were," I said. Amy had walked up to and greeted Meili in what had to be Mandarin. Why did I not know this about them? Why? Just do your job and take up space Bob.
Amy welcomed them in and led them into the living room. It was too hot to go out on the lanai. The conversation started and I am pretty sure I could have just left the room. Just for the hell of it, I did, and went a got a soft drink. When I came back, I am quite confident no one had noticed I was gone. They were already discussing the compensation package, including the tuition program. It turns out Isaiah was finishing his doctorate in sports management. Well that was handy. Meili was also in a doctoral program, in International business. Morgan took a surprising interest in her program. Our kids do have varied interests. When Amy explained the salary and the fact that we paid for tuition and books and that study time was paid, they got THAT LOOK. You know the one. Amy also went into the 'can but don't have to spiel'. You could tell they were a little surprised she went there with all the kids on the couch. Yeah, Leslie and Chris had come in too. I was standing over to the side. Do you think I was a dead person and no one saw me? Was that it?
I hope not.
Jut then, Amy looked over and patted the seat next to her. Well, dead or not, Amy can see me, so I went and sat down.
"I see you're surprised that I said all that with the kids here," said Amy.
"Well, yes," said Isaiah. "I suppose I am."
"OK, cards on the table," said Amy. "You wouldn't even be here if this was a problem. That screening is REALLY important to us. We know you have fun. We know you have fun outside of what other people consider normal. We're pretty confident that you'd be up for taking any one of the kids, if not all of them, into a bedroom and having the time of your lives. And let me tell you, it would be mind-blowing for you. We're also confident that when we meet your kids, they'll be just as happy to join in the fun. Am I off the mark?"
This time Meili jumped in.
"No, you're not," she said. "It's just a surprising situation. You're offering us stupid money, plus telling us we can pretty much fuck anyone in sight. We're also sitting in the biggest, baddest mansion I've ever seen and through that glass wall over there, you seem to have a car museum and I can see a Porsche 917 and what I am pretty sure is two different models of Ferrari 250. Oh, and my favorite, a Lamborghini Muira, in what looks to be factory orange. It's sitting next to a pristine Pantera, which is next to a Bora. All my dream cars. None of which I have ever even seen."
"Oh, you're definitely hired," I said. "Anyone that can identify all those cars, from a distance, belongs on the team." Everybody broke up with that.
"And yes, it's weird. I admit I laughed when you said stupid money, because that is a catch phrase of our family," I said. "We often get things done with stupid money. We know we pay really well, and the benefits are excellent, for a number of reasons. The first, and by far, most important is discretion. We are literally risking our lives on you, and we want you to be comfortable. The second is we have stupid money and could never spend it all. We don't hire people, we extend our family and we treat our family well. Amy went through the mechanics, but we meant it. Want to weekend in London? Find one of the pilots that are around, and there are a lot of them, and go. We have a very nice apartment and it is yours to use. Paris, Venice, Napa, San Francisco, Lake Tahoe, Austin. All are available. It's a weird, wonderful life and we like to extend it. We only have an opening for a trainer because our trainer is now the trainer for the Orlando Magic, which, by the way, we own. She was awesome, and we hated to lose her, but it was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. We're hiring a massage therapist because, well, I like massages." That last line broke up the group.
"So, do you accept?," I asked.
"Oh yes," said Meili. Isaiah just smiled. Well, of course she decided.
"Good, then I can skip to questions I can't ask before you accept," I said. "Tell us about your kids. In fact, where are they?"
"Our daughter Deana is 11, going on 25," said Meili.
"Oh, we know Deana," said Leslie. "She's in our class at school. Cool. Oh, wow, does that mean I get to play with her? You know, PLAY with her? Wow."
Meili just smiled and nodded. If Leslie was that impressed, I needed to meet Deena.
"Our son Malik is 13, and a typical 13 year old boy," said Isaiah.
"Oh, great, I know Malik," said Orlando. "He's in my class. More important, do I get to play with him and do the girls? They'll love him."
"If you want, he won't complain. He's, um, good. And yes, I know he is in your class," said Isaiah. "You're kind of his idol. Something about supermodels?" We all laughed, and Orlando shared a little of his modeling experience. He was discreet though. No mention of fucking them all.
"Yeah, he seems to suspect you've fucked a lot of them, but apparently you're known for your discretion. He said something about the virgin whisperer, and he said it was awe in his voice," said Meili. Orlando didn't say a word, and neither did we.
"Any way, they're at my parents," said Meili.
"Cool," said Amy. "Call them up and invite them over. We'll have dinner here and get to know each other. I have to ask, though. Are your parents 'in the know' or should we be careful?"
"Well, Isaiah fucked them both on our wedding day, so does that answer the question?," said Meili. "Actually, I guess it doesn't completely. Yes, they're safe. They'll take Chris in the back in a heartbeat. Chris would appeal to them. From personal experience, I would suggest you go Chris. They'll teach you new things." Chris smiled big.
"New things," she said, dreamily. "New things."
"OK, call them and have them come over. If you can, you can start tomorrow, but take a day or two to go pick your cars," I said. They looked at me funny, and I looked at Amy.
"I forgot," said Amy. I explained the deal about cars, and they got a little slack jawed. I thought I'd thrown them a little more.
"Oh, and the keys to any cars you see are in Amai's office. Just ask for whatever you want. We only ask that they be parked overnight in a secure garage, which is generally here," I said. "Given we have 12 guest rooms, you're welcome to bring them back late and just crash."
"You forgot the cottages," said Amy. Oh yeah, I did.
"More than 12. I forget how many," I said.
"You don't remember how many bedrooms you have?," said Isaiah. I just shrugged. It's hard to keep count.
"And did you say you own the Magic? The new superteam?," said Isaiah.
"Yeah, and it would be helpful if you could work at least part of tomorrow," I said. "They'll be here at 9 for practice. They'll be here for the week. It's quieter."
"Huh?," said Isaiah. "What do you mean they'll practice here?" Oh, yeah. I guess we never mentioned that. I waved at the kids and the four of them took Isaiah and Meili on the tour. An hour long tour. That's a long tour. The fact that they came back from the bedroom wing, not the gym wing might have been a give away.
"I already learned something," said Chris. The other three chimed in with "Me too." Meili just smiled.
"That is the most complete massage therapy facility I have ever seen," said Meili. We have a massage therapy facility? Why did I not know this?
"They finished it last week, Bob," said Amai. "You like massages."
Well, I do.
"Bob and Amy, your turn. Come on Isaiah, you can give a massage too. I don't think we mentioned that Isaiah is a trained therapist as well," said Meili. No, you didn't, but I'm intrigued. Those giant hands. We headed back towards the gym and went through a door that I swear didn't use to exist.
"Amai tells me that this area is new," said Meili. Well good. I didn't think I was nuts. You never really know though, do you?
"OK, strip," said Isaiah. He and Meili started to undress too. "Oh, we prefer to massage in the nude. That's not a problem, is it?" We assured them that no, it was definitely not a problem. We both undressed too, and they pointed to the two side by side tables. Both had the traditional holes for your face, but also had a longer hole in the middle. Longer, but a little more narrow.
"I see you noticed the additional opening," said Meili. "These are our design. We found men were often uncomfortable lying on their erection, and this allows the penis to, well, dangle. It doesn't have the same function for women, but when Isaiah and I do a four hand massage, access is often helpful." Access, OH access. Yeah, that got a smile from Amy. We both laid down. I wondered who was going to start on me. I felt warm oil drip on my back. Then I felt two enormous hands start a firm, but surprisingly gentle massage. Yeah, those huge hands had an entirely different feel. He must have worked on me for a half an hour and it was wonderful. I knew I liked massages. He started to concentrated on my ass, and it felt great. I dripped some more oil on my ass and then spread my cheeks. OH! I'm pretty sure that's a tongue, rimming me. Yep, definitely a tongue. Then I felt a gentle pressure and he slid one, then two, of his long fingers in my ass, while still massaging with the other hand. Oh yes, I like massages a lot. I was particularly pleased with the extra hole in the table, as my dangling cock was painfully hard. The massage wound down and he pulled his fingers out of my ass. He cleaned off the oil with a warm towel. He told me to turn over and I heard Meili say the same to Amy.
"Well, we hope you enjoyed your massage, but we're not quite done," said Meili.
"Oh, I certainly did. I've never had both, um, holes massaged from the inside during a massage before," said Amy. "Did Isaiah finger your ass Bob?" I assured her that he did. Quite nicely. Amy clearly noticed my erection.
"We thought we would teach you a new sexual position if you don't know it," said Meili. "We can explain it and you two can try it, or if you'd prefer, we can partner up and I'll teach Bob and Isaiah will teach Amy."
"Oh God, Isaiah please," said Amy. "No disrespect to Bob, who is an amazing lover, but damn." I looked over and I admit, I thought the same thing. He was the poster child for BBC. Easily 10 inches and damn thick and oozing precum. They led us over to two beds that were in the corner of the room. The fact that there were two queen size beds IN the massage room might have been a hint. The position they taught us was the golden arches. The man sits on the bed, leaning back a bit. The women faces him, but puts her legs over his. Arches, you know. Then she slides forward, on to him. ON to him. Got it? It's a really pleasant position and gives you both a fantastic view as well as amazing access. I worked on Meili's truly tiny little tits, and also worked on her clit. I think she enjoyed it, because she went off pretty quickly. Then she did something I've never felt in my life. She started massaging my cock with the muscles of her pussy. It was like waves on my cock. She actually milked an enormous cum out of me. We both fell back, just as Isaiah and Amy did the same. God they looked good together. Good thing I am not jealous.
"Good thing you're not jealous Bob," said Amy.
"I assume you understand the importance of cleaning up?," said Meili. We assured her we did. Each of the men cleaned up their own spouse, meaning I sucked Isaiah's cum out of Amy. I was feeling bold, so leaned over to kiss Isaiah. Oh, he was into it and we swapped cum. Yes, they were wonderful new additions to our family. As we were kissing, the door opened and two kids ran in. Two kids I didn't know. Here I was, kissing and tonguing Isaiah.
"Go for it Dad, pass him that cum," said the girl. Oh, got it. She must be Deana, which means he's Malik.
"Do we get a turn?," asked Malik. "I love that position." Well, I was hard again, so Deana climbed right up and, well, took me in. Malik climbed up and Amy slid right on. I got a glimpse and for 13, he was amazing. Easily 7 inches, uncut, and thick. He had his Dad's hands too, and put them to work on Amy. I could have just enjoyed watching, but I had work to do. Deana was sexy as hell, with nice A cup breasts, which surprised me, given her Mom's tiny breasts. Her Dad's genes, I guess.
They were not interested in a slow fuck. They wanted a power fuck and we happily gave it to them. Finally everyone had cum an we did the introductions. Yes, that seemed out of order, but hey, we were all horny. Oh, we didn't forget cleanup, and Malik and I did our jobs, but didn't swap this time. I loved spreading Deana's small lips and licking and sucking her to another orgasm. This time I passed my cum to her in a kiss and she actually nibbled on my tongue. Damn.
Amai had rented us an amazing beach front estate. Truly amazing. They took opening walls to an entirely new level. The house was huge, over 20,000 square feet. Four of the bedrooms plus the living room opened directly on to a negative edge pool. Seating was on the other side, so you could just dive in from your bedroom. Four more bedrooms were upstairs and shared the same amazing view. All eight were essentially masters, but the biggest was truly off the charts. It was on a huge tract of land, with nearly a quarter mile of private beach. A little over 50 acres, much of it undeveloped. Amai had outdone herself with this one. I didn't ask what a night cost, but I did text Amai and ask if it was for sale. You knew I had to. We lived in paradise in Florida, but the summers were hot. We had places to go, but I like the beach. This even had a dock for a decent size boat and Amai had checked and it could be expanded, even up to supporting the 475. Yeah she checked long before I asked. She knows us so well. Yes, I was already thinking of adding cottages. Amai asked me if she should buy it. What the hell. I went online and added the property to our reservations app. Then I texted Chloe to see if she'd stop on the way home and see about adding some cottages. I got "Sure LOL" back. I didn't even text Bob. He bought more places than I did.
Since it was just the four of us, we had a relaxing time. Orlando was just about worn out though, although we girls entertained ourselves nicely too. It was really secluded, so we were a little more open about nudity, but nothing beyond that. Still too risky. But indoors. We didn't use very many bedrooms. Just two, and one night we all fell asleep together in one bed. Yeah, somehow I got the wet spot. We laughed, and read books, and played games, and played.
The most memorable night, we made Orlando our slave. You might recall my doing this to Bob on the BFP once, but we had more cocks available then. This had to be different, as, well, none of us could fuck him, at least with a real cock. What to do, what to do.
Oh yeah. Strap-ons. We actually bought scarves and tied him to the bed, wearing a pair of Morgan's panties. They didn't fit well. Just too tight. The consequence was that the head of his cock peeked out when he got hard. Which was always. It was awesome seeing him lying there, helpless to move, with his hard cock visible through the sheer panties. We teased him. Oh we teased him. We all took turns kissing him and sucking his nipples. We didn't go ANYWHERE near his cock. He started to ooze precum. We licked it off his belly, but still didn't touch his cock. We kissed him with our precum filled mouths. I am sure it was torture. Morgan upped the ante by climbing up and lowering herself onto his face. His cock actually throbbed. He couldn't use his hands, just his tongue, so Leslie helped by rubbing Morgan'sclit. I sucked on her nipples.
She didn't last long and when she went over she squirted. A lot. It squirted so far that Orlando was now wearing WET panties. God it was hot. We all ended up sitting on his face, then we made him watch while Morgan and Leslie did a passionate 69, with Leslie on top. Her ass and pussy were inches from his face. He couldn't QUITE reach her with his tongue, but he tried. After well over an hour, we felt like we'd done enough and it was time for him to cum.
But first we fucked him. Repeatedly. Each of us, with increasingly larger strap-ons. Oh we got off nicely, as we favored doubled headed strap-ons. Morgan and Leslie went first, then I got out the monster. The MONSTER. His eyes got big, but he'd just been fucked twice. It took some effort getting it in -- to both of us -- but I managed. I think he came awfully close to cumming when I did, but I pulled out to a moan from him.
But we couldn't make it easy. I stretched his panties up and over the head of his cock, so it was trapped. Then I licked his balls. Through the panties. Only his balls. No other stimulation. It didn't take long and even that was enough. He shot an enormous load, inside his panties. I think it actually hurt a bit when he came, he'd been horny so long.
We told him we would untie him, but he couldn't take off the panties. He would sleep in them. He didn't care. I think he found it pretty hot. He did get up and pull them down just enough to pee. Finally we all fell asleep in the bed.
The next morning I woke up, with a cock entering me from behind. I looked over my shoulder and, sure enough, he was still wearing the panties. He'd just pulled them down a bit and entered me. It was slow and sexy and so fucking horny that I came in almost an instant. He lasted longer than I expected, and got me off several more times before emptying himself in me. I just laid there for a minute and then felt another set of hands. Oh, they were sliding panties up my legs. I lifted so they could finish.
That's how Orlando and I ended up wearing cum filled panties to breakfast. Oh, and I don't mean breakfast here. We went out to eat. I doubt very many people went to Denny's with cum filled panties. I particularly doubt if very many men did. We did. Squish, squish, squish. You get the idea. We might have been messy, but we had a wonderful time. I love my kids so much and they're so amazing. Our conversation went all over the place. It's funny, because I look pretty young. Orlando looks much older than his age, so most people probably thing we're a couple when we're together. Leslie and Morgan may not have been as developed, but they projected a maturity beyond their years. I bet if we ordered drinks at dinner, we'd get served. Well, Morgan certainly would. She was, um, developed.
While we were waiting for our food, Orlando asked an incredibly important question.
"I wonder if they have a family bathroom," he asked. Oh shit. He meant it. Well, it isn't like we could all go in together. He had to pick. Pick me! Pick me!
"So who gets to go with you? I'm the sexiest," said Morgan. Yeah, hoots and hollering over that one.
"Maybe, but I'm the most talented," said Leslie. Morgan and Orlando just looked at her and pointed at me. Aw, how sweet. I'm the best fuck.
"OK, I give you that one," said Leslie. "But I am damn fun."
"Yes you are dear," I said.
I have to pass the pen how and you'll see why.
I opened up three straws and tore one shorter. I lined them up and they each got to pick one. Yeah, Leslie won. It made us all laugh. We got up and nonchalantly walked back towards the bathrooms. It was secluded, which was nice, and we ducked into the family bathroom and locked the door. Leslie leaded back on the couch and pulled up her dress. She was commando, but you expected that. So much for her wearing sticky panties. Little did I know. I dropped my shorts and just pulled my sticky panties under my balls. I like the pressure. She was so wet that I slipped right in. Oh, it was a power fuck. I pounded and she played with her own clit and pinched her nipples through her dress. She didn't last long and went off, biting her lip to be quiet. Yeah, she'd practiced, so the squeezing got me close.
Just as I was about to cum, she gave me a shove, pushing me out. She sat up quickly and pulled my panties over my hard cock just as I came. Oh yes, I just filled up my panties. Some even oozed through, and she was at least nice enough to lick that off. She handed me my shorts. What was I going to do? I slipped them on. We checked carefully and then walked back to the table. Leslie was giggling.
"What's she laughing about?," asked Morgan. Leslie quietly told the story. They all looked at me and laughed loudly. Oh yeah, people looked. I'm sure I turned red.
Squish, squish.
Our food came and we had a nice breakfast but finally got up to leave.
Squish, squish.
Yeah, they made me go up and pay. By then, cum was leaking down both legs. As I was leaving, a mother came in with a little girl of about 7 or 8. At her height, she saw the drips very clearly. She looked at them and then looked at me and gave me a megawatt smile. Then she rubbed her pussy.
Damn.
Finally we landed in Tokyo and pulled up to the FBO and Bob and Chloe were waiting. They were standing next to a bright and shiny helicopter that I am guessing was ours. I'm learning, so I knew it was the big Airbus 175. Looked pretty nice from the outside, and even nicer from the inside. Seated 16, as Bob assumed that if we came this far we'd bring lots of people. Rows instead of luxury, but still darn nice.
We landed on the apartment and I noticed there was an elevator. I asked Chloe and I wasn't confused. They'd added it, for just our floors and the roof. Sure, an elevator. The apartment was incredible. Basically NY on a slightly smaller scale. Vastly different than that crap we bought. Chloe and Ben are masters. Truly masters. They'd ended up doing 8 bedrooms, figuring we'd come with a large group. It was a little hotel like, in that four of the bedrooms had two queen beds. So, 24 'spots' to sleep. Chloe had even designed the rooms with two beds with moving walls to split them into two smaller bedrooms, and the bathroom became a Jack and Jill. Brilliant. Good thing though, as more than 24 were going to be here. Oh no, some would have to have more in a bed. Disaster! Not.
We hadn't seen each other in days, so we had to, you know, welcome each other to Japan.
The next morning, Leslie and Chris made two trips back to the airport to pick up our friends. We were keeping the diversity theme, so it was such a nice variety. I'll go ahead and share.
Our six, of course, plus Tom and Jess, and Isaiah and family already took us to twelve. Isaiah and his family fit right in. And yes, our kids go to play with there kids. And we got to watch.
You know, this is getting really long. I'll save more about this trip for another journal. Let's just leave it that we played the big/little game. Repeatedly.
Remember Audrey, our real estate agent from San Francisco? Oh yeah, she was with us, with her kids. Remember Madison from way back, on Orlando's first day of school. Yeah, she was along. Watching Isaiah fuck her might have been the highlight of the trip. OK, no, but it was great fun. So many things happened. No, so many people happened, that it is hard to say what was best. Curtis and Max were along with their parents, Jill and John. Being in the middle of a train with them was fun. Oh, which ones did I mean? All of them. Once with Jill in the front and Curtis in the back and once with Max in the front and John in the back. Heaven.
It was fun seeing the developing relationships too. Chris and Noah. Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie. Yeah, all three. There were some love sparks from those five.
More another time.
When we got home, Amelia asked if we could meet. Oh no, that was ominous. She was doing such amazing work. On the other hand she's rich so could retire at 18. Well, I guess I'll find out. I suggested lunch because, well, I like lunch. We went to a great Chinese Buffet on Gulf to Bay. One advantage to our exercise program is I can eat. Thank goodness we'd hired Isaiah. Oh, and Meili, because I like massages and she gives DAMN good massages. That thing she does with her, um, pussy, is amazing. She's teaching everyone. Let me tell you, Amy's pretty good at it now too, but somehow Morgan is the master. She literally sucks the cum out of me.
Back to reality. Amelia and I had heaping plates and chatted. I'd let Amelia lead. Finally she seemed to be ready.
"I just wanted to say that I still love what I'm doing," she said. Ok I'm waiting for the but.
"But," she said. See, see.
"I think I could do more. I want to start a VC fund to help the most successful companies. I'm ready to fund $100M but thought you might want in on it. I know Jason is already investing for you but this would be more focused on companies for which we funded their first opportunity. I can do both since I follow them already," she said. She sat their expectantly. She had $100M to invest? Wow.
"You have $100M?," I asked. OK I was curious.
"Yes. I'm going all in," she said.
"No you're not," I said. "You're smarter than that. You need diversification." Look at me talking about diversification.
"Are you doing it because you think there is a minimum to be effective?," I asked.
"Well yes," she said.
"What do you consider the minimum?," I asked.
"$100M," she said and I admit I laughed. She got a stricken look.
"No, no. That was a laugh about how impressive you are," I said. "Why don't we do this. You put in $50M. I'll put in $950M. That gives you an even billion. Since you're picking the winners and I am doing nothing, I'll be the silent partner. I'm happy to be involved and be an advisor or whatever you want but it is your fund. Let's divide the return 25 and 75. You take the extra 20 percent for running it. If we have some winners you can roll some more in and we will shift the percentage again in your favor."
"You would give me $950M and give me 25 percent of the profits of the fund," she said. "Why in the holy hell would you do that?"
"Because you have $100M at 18 from investments at $100K a pop. You're incredibly successful. This is just leveraging you more effectively. I am quite confident you will make us both a ton of money. If you need more just tell me," I said. "Besides, $50M is half your money. $950M is not half of mine. We done now? I want some more sushi. Just call Jason. He will give you the money."
"You mean you'll call him first," she said.
"Nope. Don't need to. He trusts you. He knows I trust you. Just call him," I said. "I'll be back. More sushi. Call him now if you want."
I went and got more sushi and some shrimp. When I got back she had a stunned look on her face.
"I called Jason and told him you were investing $950M in my VC fund. He said OK and asked if he should setup all the accounts for me. When I said yes, he promised to have it done and funded today. Today. Please tell me you approved it. Tell me Jason didn't just give me that much money on my word," she said.
"Can't tell you either of those things. Didn't talk to him. He thinks you're as golden as I do. Did he ask if he could invest?," I asked.
"Yes," she said softly.
"Cool. If you haven't already and you are OK with it, offer him the same 25/75 deal," I said.
"I did. I thought he was joking. He is putting in $300M. I don't get any of this," she said.
"Sure you do. We are both backing one of the most successful people we know. You'll earn us that back and more in a heartbeat," I said. "So how are you going to spend the first half billion?"
That got her off thinking about the money. She rattled off a dozen companies in which she would invest. Then she started talking about rounding up the other investors.
"Wait. What other investors?," I asked.
"VC funds like ours are the lead investors. They bring other investors in," she said.
"Why?," I asked. "What is the average investment size?"
"Well most investments are around $5 million since we would focus on first round investments. Some can be larger though. We bring the other in to spread the risk," she said.
"Again why?," I said. "I trust your instincts and so does Jason. You'll win more than you lose. Other investors share the wins. By my math, you can invest in up to 260 companies. Just do it. Couldn't you get more done without them?"
"Well sure but that's not how it is done," she said.
I laughed again.
"You made $100M investing in inner city high school kids. You've created a whole class of millionaires. Why in the world would you burden yourself with other people's opinions? Hire yourself who ever you need and go burn through the money. I've got more," I said. She just stared at me.
"Are you really serious? I'm 18," she said.
"And I'm 23 and worth some untold number of billions because of people like you and Jason. I'll bet you lunch in 3 months right here that your original stake in the fund is worth over $250M," I said.
"In three months. No way," she said.
"Then I buy that lunch. I'm confident you'll be paying. Do we have a bet?," I said.
"Sure, because if I lose it is because I made $200M in 3 months," she said. Yes she would. And I didn't expect to pay.
I spent the rest of lunch challenging her to spend at least $200M by end of day tomorrow. I told her to take larger shares in companies she really believed in.
"Larger shares? That's not how it is done," she said.
I just raised my eyebrows and she laughed.
I kept probing and she kept talking. I made her list her Top 10. She rattled them off fast. I asked her what it would take to buy 40 percent of them all.
"Forty percent! That's not...," she said. Then she laughed.
"I say that a lot, don't I?," she said. She was thoughtful for a moment.
"I'll have to research a little more and it would involve some negotiation but I think I could do that for about $150M," she said.
"Do it. Tomorrow. All of them. I saw the gleam in your eye. You believe in those 10. Then find the next 10. Figure out your confidence factor and temper your investment based on that. Try to find as many as you can that are worthy of 40 percent," I said. "It is Monday. I will be disappointed of you haven't invested at least $500M by Friday."
"Friday! No way," she said. She actually bit her tongue because she was going to say it again.
"You've talked about at least 40 companies you like. Those were your first 40 and we both know it. You have your eye on at least 100 already. Stop researching and start investing. Fund them all," I said.
With that we got ice cream. I don't know why Chinese buffets have good ice cream but they do.
"You know. This just isn't how it is done," she said with a smile. Then we both laughed.
We headed back to the house. The only people that were home were Luca and Leslie. Oh good. They were sitting at the kitchen table having ice cream. Amelia and I stood there, waiting patiently, not saying anything, until they were done with their ice cream. Hey, we already had our ice cream. Then they followed us into my bedroom. By the time we got to the bed, all of our clothes had vanished. Amelia got onto the bed and got on her knees and waved Luca over. Leslie did the same and waved me over.
That's how Amy found us when she walked in, carrying shopping bags. She didn't even slow down, but went into her dressing rooms and dropped her bags. She came right back out.
Naked.
She climbed up and slid under Leslie and started licking us both. That's both wonderful and mean. I couldn't last long, I just couldn't and I filled up Leslie. When I pulled out, Amy kept going and Leslie just kept bucking. About then Luca filled up Amelia. Since I wasn't busy anymore, I dove in to clean her out. You know that left me with my ass in the air, don't you.
13 year old boys recover fast. Oh he pounded me.
Finally we all collapsed. That was pleasant. I like our lives.