Robertville

26 November 2018

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Tim Buchanan

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You can see I am opening up a lot of new areas to explore, and explore I have done.

But I need your help

This is so much fun to write, but I need IDEAS. A number of you will see your ideas coming in future chapters. It can be a story line. A theme. A character. Really anything. If you suggest a good chapter or part of one, let me know your first name and I'll name a character after you. That's where Kevin came from (although you haven't met Kevin yet). Do you have a favorite fantasy that you know you'll never be able to live? Live it here.

Even better, I need story lines that do not have anything sexual. I really want to expand the story side, as the sex is getting repetitive. I hope I get some ideas!

Even better, suggest characters and a little of their backstory. New people are fun. Men, women, boys, girls, anything you want. I might not use them all, but I'll sure use a lot of them. Wait until you meet Amara.

I am enjoying this so much, but can always use ideas.


What a party

Bob here.

I thought I'd catch you up on the 32 families that had expressed an interest in moving to Dionysus. Yes, we realize how ridiculous this all sounds.

The ferry arrived quickly, before the party even started, so they all came over on it. Yes, it was big enough to comfortably hold all 140 people in the families. Oh, and 35 cars on each trip. That seemed important. It could hold large construction trucks too, which would be really helpful.

I'd made a quick update to the family app and entered all 140 people's names. This was a bit sneaky, but the seven immediate family members, and yes, I include Sophia, had the task of meeting every one of the 140 over the course of the party. There was a spot for you to approve the person, flag the person as a potential issue, and take notes.

Oh, and a check box for whether you had sex with them. That was sort of a goal, for all of them, kids included. Oh, it was a little more complicated, because before a kid came into play, someone had to get a parent's permission and enter any limits. You know, no fucking, but licking or having them suck is OK. Once approved, the kids showed up as available in a larger group of friend's apps. Still selective, but people like Blake and Alison. You get the idea.

No wait. That's not right at all. The check box could be used for your having sex with them, but remember, no one ever had to do anything they didn't want to. You could live your life as a virgin and be welcomed here. You just had to be comfortable with our inclusive lifestyle and our expanded definition of consent. I don't think we make that clear enough in our posts. Not into what is going on? No problem. Feel free to find something else to do. We've had dozens of fun evenings and parties where some of the people choose to find something else to do. It's not like there aren't waverunners, or go carts, or even a well-stocked library. Even in the most sexually active parties, the go cart track is always full.

The box actually said accepts lifestyle. That's it.

We were very open about this to the families. Nothing hidden at all, and they all seemed to appreciate it.

By the end of the day, we had only eliminated one family, and that was for arrogance, pure and simple. They would have been trouble makers. We talked to Jase and Ileana, and they understood the point and said they would let them know. They were confident they would take it OK, as they were borderline on committing to the move. They apologized for including them and assured us they hadn't seen this side of them. It happens. Hopefully they'll keep their mouth shut. It was a risk, but it is what it is.

We asked all 31 remaining families if they could come back the next day to talk about how this could all work. They all could, but worried about what to do with their kids so they could meet. We laughed, I admit, and assured them there would be plenty of responsible older kids and lots of adults too. Our party hadn't ended. We had a ton of people here. We did share that it would be common for a number of people to be at the resort and that there were times when the entire town had to act appropriately. We would figure out a notification process and everyone saw benefit in that. A number of the newcomers shared that there would be times they would invite friends over that weren't cool.

We finally decided that the fourth island would ONLY be for people that were OK. The beach on the far side was beautiful and we'd reserve it for the families and our guests that were extra fun. That seemed like it should work, and Chloe made a note that she'd need to build some sort of marina or something there for support. She was also going to build a solid gate before the bridge. Maybe some guest houses too. Oh sure. Those would be popular guest houses. She promised they'd be on stilts.

Leslie suggested that we discourage cars from the island. People could bring theirs to their house to park, but IN the country, we'd use carts. It seemed safer. Orlando did homework and found that they made hybrid carts that mostly ran on solar, but had engines when you needed them. They made all sizes, from four passenger to twelve, so we would order a bunch of them. Chris suggested we just place them all around the islands and anyone could grab one. If the tank was low, it was your responsibility to fill it up. That seemed fair. We'd have a ton of details like this to figure out.

"I have a suggestion," said Luna. We were all ears.

"I graduate this month," she said. "Why don't I move here for awhile. I can be the central point of contact for all of this stuff and work out that details. If they're big, I'll ask, but otherwise I'll just make the decisions. It would be fun."

Everyone loved the idea. I suspect damn near everyone in the room loved Luna too. Chloe promised to build a house for Luna first, which seemed like great idea. She and Ben would be there for months too, and this took a lot of pressure off them. Luna invited them to live with her. Oh boy. Good luck Ben.

One of our new friends suggested that we needed to name the town and that Luna should be the first mayor. She laughed and then we all laughed and then we did it. There was a groundswell of support to name the town Robertville. I thought that was silly and said so.

"No, it is perfect," said Amy. "We're terrible about not giving you credit for things. I'm the worst. You have a good idea and I take over and run with it. You let me do it, without ever complaining, and I love that about you, but I believe the capital of Dionysus needs to be Robertville. The funny part is that I'm going to be stubborn about it and you'll give in because you'll do absolutely anything I ask you to do. So I'm taking over and forcing you to accept the fact that we are going to honor the fact that I take over and force you to do things."

Wow, that was quite a sentence, but she was right. Whatever she wanted. My mantra.

So with that, Robertville, the capital of Dionysus was born and Luna was the first mayor. I fucking loved it. It still embarrassed me though. Orlando pointed out that world maps were now going to recognize Robertville as the capital of the kingdom of Dionysus and the record books would forever show Luna as the first mayor.

We all laughed. Luna stood up and puffed out her chest. Given she was topless, that was appreciated by all.

Chloe was up next and had a presentation. Somehow we were in a meeting room that held a 100+ people and had complete conference presentation equipment. It was connected to the resort building and I didn't even ask. Sure we had a conference center. Why the fuck not.

Chloe showed exterior mockups of the homes she was having built, on a meandering series of roads. Then she showed the town layout and where everything was. The shopping area was at one end and the school and park was at the other end. It was amazing and I almost wanted to move in. The families were all stunned, but finally one woman, Eleni, had a question. No, I didn't know everyone's name yet. We were all wearing name tags and would for awhile. They were on lanyards, because, you know, naked. Or topless. It turned out that not all the families knew each other. They just all knew Jase and Ileana.

"I have to ask this. First, I want to thank our hosts for an amazing party. We're honored to have been invited and I am sure everyone in the room feels the same. This all looks wonderful, but we're a simple family. I teach school and my husband Manos is an auto mechanic. We live comfortably, but I saw all those houses and we couldn't possibly afford any of them. The taxes alone to pay for the school and the park and everything else for such a small community would have to be really high," she said.

Damn, did no one tell them how this was going to work? I started to get up, but surprise, Amy beat me to it.

"We clearly have to share more than we have so far. Somehow I thought all of this had already been shared, but I guess I don't know who would have done that," said Amy. "You can afford all this and I'll explain how." She went on to give our family spiel, then laid out all the details, including the lease rates and that all the community services were free and that many of them would have opportunities for jobs.

Yeah, bedlam. Finally everyone quieted down and another woman asked to speak. She was Dora and truly beautiful. Actually, all the families were attractive and let me tell you, they all had skills. There was this one time I was with a pretty little seven year old girl, Danae, and her 12 year old brother Sotiris. Damn. I'll remember that time. Yes, I was fucking her and enjoying the hell out of it when Sotiris started fucking me. We had quite a train going. One of the better fucks of my life and there were 135 new people to play with. This might kill me.

OK, off track here, but it was quite a weekend. New friends, old friends, and a ton of sex. We'll get back to that, as I know everyone likes reading about it.

I came back to reality, and heard Amy give a varation of the can but don't have to speech. She also said there were no long term leases, and anyone could move out without any notice. They had complete freedom.

In the end, 31 out of the 31 families decided to move. That surprised me, but I honestly think it was the kids that convinced them. There was so much freedom, and so much opportunity. We were almost an Amish community, if the Amish were really high tech and had lots of sex. Oh, and rarely wore clothes. Did I mention that easily half the people at the meeting, including darn near every kid, was naked?

I liked it.

It turns out a number of the people had a background in construction, so they all became foremen (and women) of the town building project. Several balked and said they'd never managed a team, but we explained that we didn't care and that now they would. If they hated it, they could say so, but in many ways this was a commune, if everyone in the commune got paid well to do their job.

I think it is worth while to share a little about most of the families. OK, let's face it, we all like writing and reading our stories, so I'll pass the pen around. You'll meet most of them eventually.

I'll start with an introduction of the aforementioned Danae and Sotiris. Everyone had such cool names. Not one Bob. Bob. Boring Bob.

So we're in the middle of the train and really going at it. We're on the patio of the resort hotel and seriously, pounding our way to orgasm when something blocks the sunlight.

"Hi Mom, hi Dad," said Sotiris. Well, that's awkward timing. Oh, don't get me wrong. We knew the parents were OK with it. Permission is critical.

"Oh, don't mind us," said the Mom. "We just want to introduce ourselves to Bob, but please, finish. We'll just watch and enjoy." Well, I like them already. I glanced to my left and they stepped out of the sun and I could see them. Damn. Incredibly attractive, but given how beautiful their kids were, I wasn't surprised. She was petite, barely 5 feet, with enticing small A cup breasts on a trim frame. He was easily 6'4", maybe 220, muscular and sexy. He stepped forward and offered me his hard cock. His thick 8 inch uncut cock.

Oh I sucked it. You know I sucked it. I managed to keep the rhythm going and got him off. He pulled out and covered all three of us with cum. She dove right in and started licking everything, which pushed little Danae over, which pushed Sotiris and me over. He pulled out and actually aimed at his Dad. I pulled out and managed to give his Mom quite a facial. Here we were, all pretty covered with cum, and finally did the introductions.

Their Dad was Arion and their Mom was Nyssa. I just love everyone's name. Meeting the families turned into job interviews, which was a little weird, given we were all still sticky and naked. Not formal interviews, but more of a 'who fits where'? It turns out that Arion led the HR team of a small company and that Nyssa was the assistant manager of a small boutique hotel. By the time the introductions were over, Nyssa was the resort manager and Arion was the head of HR for the resort and more. I had checked the app to make sure that these openings were still there. We had to coordinate, don't you know. They balked that they weren't experienced enough. I laughed.

"I'm 24 years old and the King," I said. "I'm pretty confident that you'll do fine. It also means you get to work on the islands and see your kids a lot. All parents get free lunch at the school. We want involved parents." They started laughing and happily accepted.

Just then another family walked up. Another attractive family. Another naked attractive family. Two daughters. They knew Nyssa and Arion's family, and the kids all hugged. Yes, Sotiris got hard, and both little girls stroked him a bit before introductions. Our country was fun.

The Mom was Zera. Such a beautiful name for a striking woman. Probably about 5'8", trim but strong, with firm B cup breasts with what appeared to be permanently erect nipples. Nikos was a solid 6'3" of Greek God, including a thick uncut 7 inch cock. Oh, and it wasn't hard yet.

The girls were 9 year old Kali and 7 year old Iris. Iris and Danae were in the same class at school.

"Oh you'll like Bob," said Danae to Iris. "He's a really good fuck." Yeah, we all laughed, which got us an evil look from Danae.

"Hey, I was serious. He's a good fuck," said Danae. I thanked her for the compliment and assured her that she was quite talented too. That turned her anger to a smile. Well, she was.

I asked about their backgrounds and Zera was a firefighter. So cool, and it explained her physique. I offered her the job to be the Captain of the volunteer fire department. I assured her it was a paid, full-time role and she gleefully accepted. Did you notice that I asked the women first? This was an entire country of strong women and that was fine with me.

Nikos was the pastry chef at a well-known hotel in Athens. Ooh. Pastries. I looked at the app again and we needed someone to run all the resort food services. Restaurants, and more, including the school cafeteria. I offered him the job.

"I'm a pastry chef. Why would you offer me that job?," he said.

"Well, I like pastries," I said, which got the expected laugh. "But before moving here, what were your career aspirations? Is a leadership role like this what you wanted to do?"

"Absolutely, but this is a job for a 50 year old person with 25 years of experience," he said. Yeah, I laughed.

"Well, that could be a problem given there isn't a single resident over the age of 45," I said. "Every position is going to someone that can do the job, even if they've never done the job. Everyone will learn and everyone will help. That's Dionysus." And it really was.

"Well, then I accept," said Nikos. Their girls jumped up and down and we all stood there for a moment watching. Every cock got hard, including mine. They're cute, what can I say.

"May I please suck your cock?," asked Kali. So polite. I just nodded and she did, quite well, while everyone else watched. Again, love this country. Once she had my cock nicely lubricated, she climbed on the chaise and wiggled her ass at me. Zera just smiled, so yes, I did. Damn. This country might kill me. While I was fucking her, Amy walked up. No, I didn't say waddled up, but she is pregnant with twins. I'm just not stupid (well, she will read this, so maybe I am. A little). Still the most beautiful woman in the world (will that save me, particularly given it is true?).

She introduced herself, all while I was still sliding in and out. She made me promise I'd let her do cleanup. Good timing, given that's when I came, right after Zera did. Zera rolled on her back and Amy dove right in. Once she had sucked it all out, she explained her cravings to the group. Sotiris is no dummy, as he laid right down and pointed at his hard cock. Yes, Amy dove right in and I motioned to Arion. Yeah, that motion. He slid right in Amy, who bucked against him. She stopped sucking long enough to tell him that he had to finish in her mouth.

He accomodated her request, right after Sotiris did too.

Then Arion did. Such helpful new neighbors. Oh, Amy got the women and girls off too. By the time she made it through them all, there was a small crowd. I know she wanted to keep going, but we had people to meet.

The next family we met was Aaron and Mikka. Damn. He was tall, stately, and thin. Truly stunning. Given they were naked, I can comment on his thin 6 inch cut cock. Mikka was small, no more than 5'1", and trim, with smaller B cup breasts. Also stunning. Gibor, their 12 year old son, was Aaron's doppelganger, at about 80% size, in every thing but cock, where he beat his Dad with a thicker 7 inch cut cock. Damn.

We found out they were cut, because Aaron was a Rabbi. Clearly an open-minded one. They shared that their 3 year old triplets were with Mikka's parents for the weekend. Triplets! From that little body. Yeah, that intrigued Amy too. I hadn't thought about churches, given we were not religious.

"You gave birth to triplets?," said Amy, clearly incredulous. Mikka assured her that she did.

"Oh thank God there is hope for me," said Amy, who shared she was pregnant with twins. She went on the share her odd craving, which made Mikka laugh.

"I thought I was the only one!," said Mikka. "I don't know about you, but my craving never went away." Oh, two peas, so to speak. "Aaron and Gibor, help her out."

Oh, they did. They liked it too. She is damn good. Oh, she didn't just suck them. She let Gibor fuck her. He said he'd never had better. He never would.

Once they were done, we continued the conversation. It's not like that was unusual or anything. Amy had clearly read my mind. Again.

"So Aaron, how would you feel about running a multi-denominational church?," said Amy. "It's one thing we neglected to plan. Would you be open to figuring out a way to do that?"

"Absolutely," said Aaron. "But I'm not sure I'd really have to. If the job is still open, you must not have met Zoe, who is a Methodist priest. Fairly rare to have a woman priest in Europe, but once you meet Zoe, you'll understand. For that matter, Chatha is a Muslim Iman."

"This is fascinating. You're all of different faiths, but know each other, and are willing to move to Dionysus," asked Amy.

"Oh yes. Not all religious leaders are fanatics," said Aaron. "Chatha is one of my best friends and has been since we were little. Our families were neighbors. I respect his beliefs and he respects mine, although we're both pretty progressive for our respective religions. Add in Zoe and the debates are great fun."

"Oh this is wonderful," said Amy. "Just wonderful. How about if we build a shared church complex. The three of you can be co-leaders and work with Chloe to design it. Knowing that you have three year olds, and we're about to have twins, made me realize that we'd thought of a school, but not a good day care program. Would you be willing to build that as part of the church? Do you know anyone that could run a well-designed, teaching based, preschool?"

Aaron laughed.

"Yeah, pretty sure I do. Mikka is the director of our synagogue preschool. I can attest she is very good in many things," said Aaron.

"I built the program when Aaron was made the Rabbi. They didn't have one at all. But it gets better. Philo, who is Zoe's husband, leads the youth program at Zoe's church. As insular as Dionysus will be, you need a solid youth program for all the way through high school. He should be part of it too. Kiah, who is Chatha's wife, is a nurse. You should consider having her be a school nurse, for both the school and the preschool," said Mikka.

Damn. That was a six-way win.

"Done," said Amy. Leslie pulled out her phone and was clearly entering all their roles into the app. Aaron had sent a text and two couples walked up, with their kids.

"Let me introduce them," said Aaron. "But before I do, we need to help out Amy some more." He turned to the new arrivals.

"Amy has the same craving as Mikka," said Aaron. "Boys, you first." He pointed at two young men, who were clearly identical twins. Oh, they knew what do to. Amy took one in her mouth while the other fucked her doggie style. While they were doing it, we found out they were Darian and Dion, and were 12. Their parents were Philo, the youth leader, and Zoe, the minister. While they were, um, busy, I recounted Aaron's and Mikka's suggestions to them and they were excited. Philo was particularly excited, so was soon as Darian was done, he slid right in Amy. We all watched for a moment, then I turned to the other new family.

I met Chatha and Kiah, and their 10 year old daughter Salma and their 6 year old daughter Kyah. They shared they had a 3 year old boy Ulan, who was staying with friends. I shared the plan with them, and they were so excited. Just then, Philo finished, in Amy.

"Oh, that won't do," said Kyah. Yes, 6 year old Kyah. She dove right in and sucked it all back out and fed it to Amy in a wildly passionate kiss. Damn.

"You're not bothered by the fact we're black?," said Chatha.

"Well, it doesn't seem to bother Amy, so why would it bother me?," I said. "After all, she's in charge." Chatha laughed.

"Yes, Kiah too," said Chatha. She smiled. He meant it.


Get those movers going

Chloe here. Yay! I get to do a journal entry.

Although mine is BORING. Oh, Luna, Ben, and I have had a spectacular time here on Dionysus and all the families have spent time on the islands working with us on designing and building.

And yes, oh boy, we had fun. I could tell stories. OK, OK, I'll tell some as we go along. My job in this entry, though, is progress on the village. Robertville. Yeah, makes me laugh, but it is the perfect name. I loved Amy's proclamation that it was going to be named Robertville because he wouldn't do it, but he'd do anything she said, so she said he had to do it. Or something like that.

Yeah, she's in charge. A tiny mighty dynamo is Amy. In so many more ways than one. Damn, girl.

OK, back to the task at hand. We built the church complex first. That might seem weird, but it made complete sense. We needed a central point of support for everyone involved, from the construction crews, to the families, to everyone else. The church complex was going to be the central point of support for the families. Now, our three religious leaders made it VERY clear that your religious affiliation, or complete lack of religion didn't matter one bit to them. If you wanted or needed something, they were there to help. I think my absolute favorite was confession. Many of the new residents were Catholic. We're not that far from Italy, you know. So, confession was important to them. So all three religious leaders held confession for them. Sometimes it was a female Methodist minister. Sometimes it was a Rabbi. Sometimes it was even an African Mulsim Iman. Didn't matter. They respected the faith of others. What impressed me was the amount of research they did so the experience would be accurate and effective. They studied together. I only know this, because I needed a decision one day and walked in on them standing around a white board discussing Catholic dogma, quite seriously. What they didn't know is they were going to be at the heart of changing religion world-wide. Yeah, I wrote this after all that had happened, so I'll leave that story, but these village religious leaders were going to shake up the world. They just didn't know it yet.

I love this fucking country.

Back to now. We'd gone back and forth on whether we should build different places of worship for each of their religions and in the end they decided that no, they shouldn't. They knew they might need more than one space concurrently, so we build three different, well, chapels, I guess, but they were pretty multipurpose. For example, the school was going to use them for drama class too. No, that wasn't mixing the secular and the religious. Just the opposite. It was mainstreaming the cooperation.

Listen to me. "Mainstreaming the cooperation". Yada Yada.

OK, the church was pretty fucking big. It had an entire wing of classrooms, for the daycare and for religious school. I almost said Sunday school, but that doesn't exactly work, does it.

What impressed me the most, a dedicated non-believer, was that they decided to teach what the religion would be if it was modern. For example, the ban on pork and shellfish, in several religions, wasn't God-based, if there is such a thing. It was pragmatic. They didn't have refrigeration. So now, EVERYBODY got to enjoy bacon and lobster. Damn straight. Dionysus liked bacon and lobster. Sometimes bacon wrapped lobster, but I digress.

We were only a couple months into the project, and the entire village common, at both ends, was complete. What I don't think was ever explained was that the village was build on a good size cove. A u-shaped cove. That this meant was that every house was on the water. Every one. We built 45 unique, big, houses, all on a least an acre lot, on the water. All had a lanai on stilts. All had a boat lift. All had three pop-up wave runner docks and a lift for anything up to 40 feet. We were less than a week from completion of the last house and this weekend was the house-warming to end all house-warmings. Billy I and Bob had had a ball buying boats for each house. Yeah, they were included.

What really makes me smile is that Bob and Amy are not religious. It is not that they have anything against it and I know they respect people whose faith strengthens them but it isn't something for them.

They just spent over $50M on a religious complex. And they're not religious. And I'll bet their little ones go to the preschool. Yes I know. It isn't much money to them but they didn't have to do it. Hell they don't have to do any of this.

Amy had also declared that no house could be smaller than 5,000 square feet. She also put in a program for 24/7 nannies for any child until their first birthday.

Free. I expect a burst of births in 9 months.

Bob and Amy wanted to be a part of introducing each family to their new home so we actually setup a schedule. Originally we had thought we would allow people to choose their neighbors but friendships wax and wane so we did a lottery. Big families got bigger houses but only one family had more than 3 kids. They had 6!

Well, not counting the royal family but most of them had their own house.

Yeah, I like typing royal family.

What the families didn't know was that all the houses were furnished. They were free to replace anything and we would take it away but they were all ready to move in down to sheets, towels, dishes, and more. There were even cleaning supplies. Down to the smallest detail.

The houses with small children were all childproofed. Of course.

The three religious leaders were best of friends but specifically asked to be spread out. So did all our medical professionals. We only had one paramedic but everyone with medical training agreed to be on emergency call.

I know, I know. Too much detail. But I'm willing to bet a lot of house christening was going to go on this weekend. It was going to take the whole weekend. 31 families!

If nothing else, lots of people would help Amy with her craving.

Oh, one side note. Morgan and Sophia's wedding wasn't going to be the first in Dionysus.

Ben and mine was. Yes, you read that right. We have been best friends for years but it took three months on Dionysus for us to realize we were more. Luna figured it out before we did. She actually made us move out of her house. Told us she decided she wanted to live alone.

Pure BS. She wanted to help us figure it out. I think she was OK though because Amai moved in. The islands will do that.

Oh, I'm pregnant too. No, that is not why we are getting married. Neither one of us ever thought we would have kids. We couldn't be more excited. Our little boy will come a few months after the royal babies.

Yeah I like typing that too.

I actually have to back up a few weeks. The houses for Aaron, Zoe, and Chatha were done early as they were integral to starting up the town. They were sworn to secrecy though so it was still going to be a surprise to everyone else.

The first to get their new house today was the biggest family. 6 kids. Oh yeah, they got a big house not the least of which because all six kids were adopted. They were the worst foster parents in the world. No, not in that way. Because every child they fostered they adopted. Even they admitted they needed to stop. Just the sweetest guys too. Oh you didn't expect that, did you? Oh I can attest their interests outside of men. Personally. I may not have the same cum craving as Amy, but I am insatiable. Pregnancy does have some advantages.

The parents were Julius and Hal. Yes, they were both Dads. Luckily for me, they were bisexual and more than willing to help me out with my craving, which was just getting fucked as frequently as possible.

Their six children were four boys, Chet, Avery, Huey, and Titus. 16, 15, 11, and 10. All more than willing to help me out too. Amy and I often teamed up. I got fucked, she got the cum. What a great team we made. Eleven year old Huey's 8 inch monster was impressive, but he never made fun of Titus' four inch cock. Nice kids.

Their girls were Tessa and Adrina. 13 and 9. Let me tell you, those girls were fun with a capital FUN. The boys all thought so too. Two girls in a house with six cocks. Oh how I wish I was them. No, no, not fair. I love Ben, I just need more. Need more. He's so good about it too.

Julius managed the General store and Hal was stay-at-home Dad. I dropped by a lot to visit Hal. You know. Hal's thick 9 inch uncut cock helped too. His cum loads were huge. Amy liked that part.

Amy had helped me design their house. They expected the kids would double or even triple up. Not when Amy is involved. Not only were there eight bedrooms so they could still have a guest bedroom but there was a nanny's apartment. Amy insisted they needed a live-in and was paying for it. It was also good as it would bring singles to the island.

Luna had suggested we scatter some smaller 3 bedrooms in as she wanted to, as she put it, "improve the dating pool". We had room in the cove to build another 30 houses on the water and another 60 across the road.

Proper planned growth. And a dating pool. And more people to play with.

The royals were going to ask the families to suggest singles to offer opportunities on the island. Safe, you know.

We also had open positions to fill so preference was going to be people with the right skills. For example we needed more teachers and nannies. We will need way more nannies once the babies start coming.

Oh did I mention every house had an apartment for a live in? Just in case. It could always be a nice guest room.

Amy suggested this was a great time to introduce some more families. I guess I get to keep the pen.

We are doing the house tours in order from one end of the cove to the other. The big house we did first was at one end.

Their next door neighbors were the youngest family on the islands. Jayson was 22 and Karis was 21. They only had one child, a girl named Kari, that was 6 months. They'd have to hire their nanny. Jayson was the new coach and taught science. Coach J. Karis was just finishing college so would commute into Athens to finish. Her degree was going to be in international relations. Shoot, she might be the Minister of something. Not the Minister of Fun, though. That was Ruby.

A lot of the royal entourage had homes in the village too. They might not be here full time but if you were in the royal orbit, you had a house or at least access to the resort. Royal orbit. Tee hee.

Jesse and Julia were the first to move, with Gabe and Ruby. Oh the royal kids went and got Juanita a lot. She had a house too but spent most of her time in Orlando. She had access to jets and could fly them but it took too long. Now that the royal family had two stupid fast planes, they fetched people. Not sure they saved that much time as they liked to put it on autopilot and do an orbit or two. They were busy, you know.

Jesse was in charge of all maintenance for the nation. This included all the service businesses like the auto service shop and gas station. All were ready to open Monday.

Julia was in business school in Athens. Yes she was. An entire nation is proud of her. She was graduating soon, and I know Bob had big plans for her.

Alison and Blake had moved almost full-time. That had been a blessing to me as they had jumped into everything with a vengeance. Amy had made them the co-ministers of whatever the fuck they want. Blake had finished law school, and was officially the Attorney General. No one exactly knew what that meant and when anybody asked he didn't know either.

Tom and Jess still had the flight school so mostly visited. I give them six months.

I'll let the rest cover themselves!

I'd built a full marina but up the coast a few miles. Mostly it was for the gas docks. All nation residents had a gas card and could fill up their toys for free. Oh Bob was filling it with a wide variety of boats and they were all in the app for checkout. In addition to their free boat.


Bob loves his boats

Bob here.

About those boats. Yes we had a variety of boats already in the marina from 22 feet to the Sunseeker 52. All different brands from Chris-Craft to Searay to Cobalt to Mastercraft and more.

I liked buying boats. What can I say?

What was really fun was the collaboration between the builder of the 475 and several builders of a variety of boats. We had introduced them and were funding the projects.

You know why, don't you?

The hybrid drive. I like fast boats. A lot. They had designs of a variety of sizes and we were testing them. In various sizes.

My challenge was 100 knots. The hull had to handle it. That eliminated some designs. Not bad boats just not 100 knot boats.

Some of my favorites were close to production. They would be stupid expensive so a small market.

Maybe just us.

The Searay SDX 290 was perfect. Lots of seating. Great for a party. With a smaller single drive it was reliably delivering 101 knots. They had built one more with dual drives that could break 130 knots but that was unlikely for production but we got to keep it.

The Cobalt R35 was great too. 35 foot bowrider with a cabin below. Dual drives. 110 knots.

The Chriscraft Corsair 34 was just gorgeous and sleek and could top 115 knots.

A new Sunseeker 131 with larger dual drives could do 130 knots.

Oh did I mention they all had various solar abilities? The bigger the boat the more solar. The 131 could to 80 knots on solar.

Then there were the yacht builders in play. Amels had built a 180 and a 272. Feet, that is. Both with garages and helicopter pads. A nice smaller alternative to the 475. Yes, I said it. A 272 foot yacht is a smaller alternative.


Back to Oxford

Morgan here. I'm really enjoying Dionysus. It is so wonderful to be someplace where the pressures of the world just disappear. You know, in our country. I am Princess Morgan of Dionysus. OK, even typing that made me laugh, but I actually AM Princess Morgan. Weird. Weird I say.

I have a story to tell, but thought I'd tell a story from our school year. It was one Friday afternoon, so let's go into the wayback machine.

This afternoon, Sophia and I went to a meeting of the foreign students association. We figured it couldn't hurt to meet some other students that were trying to fit in. Admittedly we had more resources than most, but it was still a culture shock for us both, but in different ways.

Somehow when we left I had been elected President.

So here's how it went. The meeting was pretty well attended, at least for one of these clubs, with about 30 or 40 people there. We stood around and chatted for a bit and I got to meet quite a few people. One student was surprisingly hostile towards me. I'd never met her in my life. She was nice to Sophia, but not me. After she walked off, another person I didn't know came over.

"Don't let it get to you," she said. "That's Marissa. She's the President of the club, at least until we vote today. She expects to be reelected and probably will be, since no one has the guts to run against her. She's hostile to you because she hates Americans. I have no idea why. It just is."

With that, we heard what sounded like a hammer pounding. I looked over and Marissa was sitting at a small table with a freaking gavel, pounding with it. A gavel. My God. We all took seats, in a semi-circle, facing her.

"Welcome to the new school year. It's a full meeting today, ending in our election, but first I thought we'd do fun introductions. Why doesn't everyone say their name, what city they're from, and how many languages they speak. After all, we're a diverse group," said Marissa. "I'll go first. I'm Marissa, I'm from Hamburg, and I speak three languages, German, English, and Italian. Why doesn't Morgan go next, being new to the school." She gave me a smirk. Oh, I got it. Stupid American that only speaks English. Ha.

"Sure," I said, in my bubbliest voice. "My name is Morgan and I come here from Indian Rocks Beach, Florida, which is on the west coast, near Tampa. Oh, and I speak eleven languages. I'm thrilled to be here and meet you all." Yeah, I left it there. The bait. I could see Marissa's face scrunch up and she just knew she was going to stick it to me.

"Really? Eleven languages? Oh you must share which ones. I'll bet we have someone here that speaks most of them. I just know they'll enjoy speaking with you," she said. Yep, they just might. I'm hot.

"Sure," I said. "Not sure what order you want them in. I speak English, of course, but in related languages, I speak French, Spanish, Italian, and Portuguese. Any native speakers of those here?" With that, a number of people spoke up and we had short conversations, hitting them all.

"Next up I guess I'll go with Asian languages. Japanese, Mandarin, and Hindi," I said. Marissa brightened, which surprised me. I had a chat with a young Japanese woman and a young Chinese man, both of whom just beamed. I saw an Indian man sit next to Marissa, with a smirk on his face. Oh, got it. A confidant of hers who thinks he's got me. He started talking, incredibly fast, trying to throw me. Ain't gonna happen. I responded equally as fast, and then Sophia jumped in too. We had a three way conversation for a bit, until Marissa interrupted us. Her friend was just beaming.

"Your Hindi is outstanding. I have never met a non-native that speaks even remotely as well as both of you do," he said, clearly deflating Marissa. Then others came to our defense.

"Me too," added the Japanese woman, whose name I hadn't heard yet. "If I closed my eyes, I was at home." Sophia jumped in a bit, in Japanese. They both laughed. I won't tell Marissa they were making a joke at her expense.

"Oh very much me too," said the Chinese man. I need to learn all their names. "Your phraseology was perfect for Beijing. Your teacher must have been a native." I responded, in Mandarin.

"OK, now I'm confused. You just switched to what is clearly the local dialect for Shanghai. Can you do Hong Kong too?," he asked. I responded in more Mandarin, showing him I could. Then I rattled off a little more.

"You speak Cantonese too?," he said.

"Not well enough to count it yet," I said.

"Oh, count it. That was perfect," he said. Marissa continued to deflate. I turned to her again.

"All that leaves is German, Russian, and Arabic. Any native speakers of those?," I asked. Before anyone could speak, Marissa cut them off.

"Very impressive," she said, almost in a snarl. Sophia interrupted her.

"I'll go next," said Sophia. "I'm Morgan's girl friend, and a third year. I'm from Venice, Italy, and speak the same languages that Morgan does. We love to switch, and play around, so if anyone is interested, let us know." I think at least a few people in the room understood the double entendre. I hope so.

"Oh, and I should mention we're working on Bengali and Punjabi, as they're variations. Can't forget Greek, given how close we are to Athens," added Sophia.

Marissa was hot and I don't mean attractive, although she was. Her attempt to embarrass me had been laughable. She made one more try, and it didn't go well.

"What do you mean close to Athens?," she asked. Oh boy. Never ask a question for which you don't know the answer. Oh, I'm not going there. I'm just not. No piling on.

"We just spend a lot of time there," I said, leaving it at that.

"Let's just go on, to voting. As President, I can choose to run again and do so," she said smugly. I now clearly know what smug sounds like.

"Since it is a foregone conclusion, should we just skip voting?," she asked.

"I nominate Morgan for President and Sophia for VP," said my new Japanese friend. Still don't know her name.

"I second," said the Indian guy. Oh boy, he got daggers from Marissa. Who knew there could be so much drama in a club? He passed out small pieces of paper and we all wrote in our votes and passed them back. He sat for a few minutes counting them while others introduced themselves. My Japanese friend was Jin and my Chinese friend was Cong. The Indian dude was Izhar and he was the VP.

Once introductions were done, he announced the vote.

"For President, the vote was 36 to 1 in favor of Morgan. For the VP, the vote was unanimous for Sophia," said Izhar. "Congratulations." He was grinning and didn't seem to have been bothered to have lost the vote.

So Marissa had voted against him sealing a unanimous vote for Sophia. That means he voted for her too. With the announcement, Marissa stormed out of the room, taking the gavel with her. That made me laugh. I walked to the front of the room.

"Well, since she took the gavel...," I said to much laughter. "I haven't a clue what I just got elected to, but since it is Friday afternoon, I propose we adjourn to Sophia and my house for a little impromptu party. If you have a significant other, please bring them. I will ask the VP to create a list of people with vehicles and designated drivers, if that helps. Is everyone in?"

"Your place is big enough for an impromptu party for 70 people?," asked Jin. Sophia and I laughed.

"Oh yes," said Guy. He was a German student in one of my classes and was at the last party. "They own the Manor. I was at their last party." Yes every head swiveled to look at us. Remember that party was legendary. And we're princesses.

While Sophia worked everything out, I texted Poppy and told her. She promised to be ready and would have everything ready for a ribeye cookout. She said she would make some vegetarian alternatives too.

"Ok, we are all set. We will have steaks for everyone and a vegetarian alternative. Sophia and I can each take one, but you'll need to find a ride home." Izhar immediately went to Sophia and I saw her smile and nod. Jin came and asked if she could ride with me. Oh, touchy feely. Fun.

Sophia said she had all the rides worked out and announced them. Something made me say Izhar and Jin might not need rides home tonight. I got one of Sophia's smiles and I am confident she agreed with me. We headed out to the parking lot. I was driving my Porsche and Sophia had the Veyron convertible. We park fairly far out and were parked together even though we didn't arrive together.

"These are your cars? A GT2 RS and a Veyron?," said Izhar.

"Hell even I know what they are. Let's go," said Jin. We all hopped in and the few miles home happened fast. I'm pretty sure the local constabulary had been coached on our economic impact to the town, meaning their salaries. Sophia and I didn't exactly obey the speed limits and have never been bothered. We got there ahead of the crowd, as I am sure many went to get their spouse or date.

We parked in the garage and went through the ritual drooling. Dad had found another Muira and was apparently trying to own the entire supply, as it was in our garage. So was one of the rare Ferrari 250 models. The back row was full of older Aston Martins, which Dad somehow felt should stay in England. We drove them a lot on the weekends, but not to school. Just like in a museum, each had a little stand with a card explaining the car. Izhar ran over to them.

"These are incredible. I love the Astons and know every model," he said. He walked down the line naming them, without even looking at the cards.

"1961 DB4 GT, 1953 DB3S, 1963 DB5," he said, eventually going through all 13 of them. What can I say?

Once we made it out of the garage, lots of people were pulling in. Not everyone had a date so it ended up being 60 or so.

Poppy and Alfie were out by the pool setting up tables with snacks and chips. Another table already had a wide selection of wines set out. The whites were in ice buckets. There were coolers of water and soft drinks. There was a selection beer too. Warm. Ack.

I'd asked Izhar for Marissa's phone number and had texted her an invitation and our address. I admit I was surprised when a little 328 convertible pulled in with her at the wheel. Sophia saw it too and just looked at me with a smile. She got it.

Marissa got out and walked over towards me.

"I admit I was shocked when you invited me," said Marissa. I decided to take the high road.

"Why wouldn't I? I was sorry you had to leave the meeting early but didn't want you to miss this. I have no idea what I'm doing and could use your help. I know the club means a lot to you," I said. She looked at me a little funny and then smiled.

"Well you're a better person than me," she said. "I was an ass and you're being nothing but nice." I held open my arms and yes, she came in for the hug. It was quite a hug. She was into it. I pulled back a bit and she kissed me. I rode with it. Why not?

I took her hand and led her over to the table full of wine. Every party needs a table full of wine. Poppy had outdone herself. Something from every one of our vineyards. Easily £100K in wine. Well yeah. Did you see I used pounds?

"What the fuck?," said Marissa. I could see her doing mental math.

"This is at least £100K in wine. How? Why?," said Marissa.

"My family is in the business. We like good wine. We like to share," I said. "What can I say? As we say in our family, roll with it. I do hope to get to know you better." Yeah I put the emphasis on know. Not tonight, but I'd get there. Once you break down the barrier...

The party went on for awhile and then Alfie started the steaks. A little early by English standards but he told me he wanted food in people's stomachs. Fair enough.

Sophia wandered over.

"I've invited Izhar and Jin to stay a little later. I have a few others that are tempting but you need to meet. She pointed out three other guys and a simply stunning young woman with the deepest black skin I've ever seen. One of the men looked to be Arabic. One was southern European. Spanish or Italian, I'd guess. Maybe Greek. The last was white. Really, really white, with red hair. Maybe Irish? Well we would have diversity. We liked diversity, in ethnicity and gender.

I made it a point for the rest of the evening to meet all four. Oh boy. Good choices Sophia. Very good choices.

Ok I admit I got to know Owen a little better than the others. Owen is the Irish guy. I liked Owen. I also met Selam, the Ethiopian beauty, Nicola, the Italian stud, and Kek, the Egyptian model. Don't know what else to call him. He was that beautiful.

Oh you want to hear about Owen, do you?

Use your imagination, won't you?

Finally the party started to wind down around midnight. A long day but I am sure we could push through.

"It is really late and I'm beat," said Sophia. "Why don't we invite that group to come back at 10 tomorrow. We could have lunch in Paris and spend the night there."

It sounded like a good plan. We split up and extended the invitations. We told everyone to bring a change of clothes which I am pretty sure was encouraging to them all. Four boys and four girls. All appeared flexible. Hope so.

We realized late that Jen and Izhar didn't have a ride. Oh no, I guess they'd have to stay.

I think we almost killed Izhar. He would have died with a smile on his face.


Need more protein. Bacon, I mean bacon

Morgan. Still.

The next morning we woke up to the smell of bacon. I have inherited Mom's love of bacon. I had been tired so wasn't even sure who was in the bed with me. Jin. Nice. I gently woke her up. Oh you know how. I know you know how. I didn't know where Izhar and Sophia were. They were in bed when we all fell asleep. Oh yeah, all four of us. It's a nice big bed.

I wandered out and everyone was eating but us. Iztah was enjoying something unidentifiable, but it seemed to be making him happy. The rest of us loaded up on bacon and eggs. Protein don't you know. It was already almost 9, so we needed to get humping.

"I need to go home," said Jin. "You told the others to pack and I don't have anything."

"Me too," said Iztah.

"Come with me," said Poppy. We knew she was taking them to the closet in the main house and sure enough, they came back with small suitcases.

45 minutes later. Oh Poppy.

Just then, the others started arriving. Salem and Kek arrived together, and Owen and Nicola arrived alone. Once they were all in the kitchen, suitcase in hand and with food in their bellies, they asked what the plan was.

"We're in the mood for Thai food for a late lunch. Everyone OK with that?," said Sophia. Everyone heartily agreed.

"Great then," I said. "Follow me." With that, I took them out of the back door of our house. You know, where we park the helicopter.

"What the hell?," said Owen.

"Oh, didn't we mention our favorite Thai place is in Paris?," said Sophia. With that, I unlocked the door and folded down the stairs and ushered everyone on board. It's a pretty fucking nice helicopter, but let's be honest, it is the fact that we own a helicopter that is meaningful. Everyone got strapped in and we took off. I let Sophia deal with the 'why the hell do you own a helicopter' shit. I'm a fucking princess. We don't deal with the trivia. OK, I'm kidding, but you knew that.

We had to land at an airport and pass through customs, as not everyone was from the EU. Dionysus wasn't, and never would be, but Chris had negotiated expedited entry, so no customs for us. But Salem, Izhar, and Kek needed customs. Did they not figure something was up when we told them to bring passports? Anyway.

We landed at Paris–Le Bourget, which is the executive airport, but also has customs. Sophia opened the door and a customs agent climbed right in. The markings on our helicopter are pretty clear to customs. He greeted us in English.

"Your highnesses," he said, bowing a bit, much to the confusion of everyone else on board. Customs was quick, and Sophia shut the door again.

"We aren't getting out here?," said Owen. "And what's up with your highnesses?" Sophia said we'd explain when we landed. I flew into Paris, past the Eiffel tower and landed on the apartment. Oh that's hilarious. The H had been replaced with the crest of Dionysus. I knew what that meant. Our apartment was a consulate now. That meant it was sovereign property of Dionysus and covered only by our laws. In other words, fuck away family.

We landed and wandered over to the couches that faced the Eiffel tower. Why not? We explained the whole Dionysus thing and got some typical stunned looks.

"Listen, this is unimportant," said Sophia. "I am horny. I would like to get into a 69 with a sexy girl and have a nice hard cock pound me at the same time. I am confident Morgan would like to do the same thing. We also love to watch two girls together and particularly two guys together. If we have misread any of you, then we apologize, but we certainly hope we have not. Any limitations?"

Everyone jumped in that they were in. None of the guys even objected, and given their ethnicity, I was surprised.

"OK then," said Sophia. "Let's go downstairs. I'm the Princess of Dionysus and you will do my bidding." That got a laugh, but I'm pretty sure she was serious. We all squeezed into the elevator. Hell, I'm surprised I didn't cum from all the groping.

The elevator door opened and there in front of us was Gabe, fucking Chris doggy style, while Hallie was underneath licking. On the floor next to them was Leslie, in the same position, with Hunter and Ruby. Well, that's a nice introduction to our new friends. They could freak out, or not. I held my breath and I think Sophia did too. Just then, Hunter and Gabe both pulled out and gave a facial to the girl that was underneath.

Izhar started clapping, yes clapping, and the rest of our group did too. Crisis averted. Owen walked over and pushed Gabe out of the way and started licking the cum off Ruby's face and passing it to Gabe in a kiss. Apparently, this intrigued Izhar, as he did the same thing with Hallie.

We're off to a good start. Hell, our group still had their clothes on. I started undressing, which gave everyone else the same idea. Just then Luca, Elena, Orlando walked in from the bedrooms, followed by the kids in the building, Simeone, Marcel, Abril, and Aubrey, all naked. Before we could even react, Luca and Elena screamed "Mom" and ran up to Sophia, who was already naked, and started kissing her and hugging her. They actually pushed her down on the couch and took turns going down on her and then Luca slid up and in while Elena positioned herself on Sophia's face, and started making out with her brother. We all just stood and watched. Everyone in the room stood and watched. It wasn't long and Luca pulled out and came on Sophia and all over Elena.

"I call cleanup," yelled Aubrey. Six year old Aubrey. Luca rolled one way and Elena the other, leaving all three of them on the couch, covered with cum. Aubrey dove right in, giving us all an incredible view of her. We could see how wet she was.

We may have shared a few more secrets than we intended today. Kek turned to me, motioned to Aubrey, and raised his eyebrows. I just nodded. He got down on his knees, spreading his legs a bit to get low enough. He was trying to be gentle, but as soon as Aubrey felt the tip of his cock, she pushed back and engulfed him.

Now we had a new show and quite a show it was.

During a break in the action, I had texted Anurat that we had a large group for a late lunch. I just got a smiley emoji back. From an adult.

Our eight, plus Orlando's eleven made nineteen. Maybe that's our next movie. Orlando's eleven. Only if we were going to make porn. Yeah, no.

We all sat around on the floors and couches and our new friends had a lot of questions, particularly about Luca and Elena calling Sophia Mom. Given that every one of our new friends had experienced one of the kids, if not more, I wasn't too worried about their discretion, but I gave them the speech anyway, to which they quickly agreed.

"Are you kidding?," said Nicola. "We could never talk about this. You know that." I wasn't going to let him know it was entirely legal, in this apartment. Nope, wasn't going there.

We got dressed, after showering, which took awhile. I finally had to declare there would be no sex in the showers or we would have missed dinner completely. Admittedly, I declared it while Owen was fucking Marcel, which disappointed them both, but no more than Selam and Abril, who were in another shower.

Chris and I laughed that we'd both forgotten to use the reservations app, but did agree that it could have gone really bad. We went down to the restaurant and the wines flowed, except for Leslie, Chris, and me. We were flying. Being France, even the littlest ones got small glasses. Sure, give a six year old a glass of $7500 a bottle wine.


The 'ring. Sort of

Morgan again, but back to the present on Dionysus.

I didn't want to leave, but I really needed to keep my racing practice up, so I did the only thing a princess could do.

I built a track. A really nice fucking track. I built it on the main island, where the airport is, because we really weren't using that island for anything. Yeah, I just said that we had an entire island we really weren't using. It's almost 400 square miles, with plenty of very large flat spots, so building a track wasn't that big a deal.

We built an oval, a road course, a drag strip, and the 'ring. The 'ring you say? Yes. Down to every curve and every bump. I wanted to dominate the 'ring and traveling to Germany was just so tiring. OK, that's silly, but what's the point of Fuck You money if you don't do something stupid like duplicating the 'ring. I did it quietly though, and paid a number of drivers to run the real thing with telemetry in their cars. I'm confident it is really, really close. Oh, I wasn't quiet so the owners of the 'ring wouldn't find out. I properly licensed it from them. I just didn't want the attention.

I built a simply huge warehouse/garage, so we could keep a wide variety of cars that people could drive. Yeah, we let damn near everyone drive the tracks, but we did implement a nationwide hold-harmless agreement. Fuck up on any of the kingdom's toys and it was on you. Realistically, given that we had universal healthcare and all the residents were rich, our risk was low, but you can never be too careful. Hell, we had a full-blown hospital on the islands now.

Oh, you want to know what toys we have to drive, do you? OK, here's the current list.

Ariel Atom - the perfect beginners car. Light, fast, predictable.
Porsche 911 GT 2 RS - my car. Great fun. Brutally fast. Only Orlando and I can really handle it.
Porsche 911 GT 3 RS - the baby brother. 200 less horsepower. Better for the masses.
Pagani Huayra - basically a race car. 230mph top speed. A little skittish, but fun.
Koenigsegg Agera R - when 230mph isn't enough.
Bugatti Veyron Super Sport - because you must have a Bugatti.
Hennessey Venom GT - 270mph. All I need to say.
McLaren Senna - because the 720s wasn't fast enough.
Chevrolet Corvette C8.R - yes, you read that right. We're testing a pair of them. Shh.
Chevrolet Camaro ZL1 - we have four of these, as they're forgiving for newer drivers.
Nissan GT-R Nismo - also fun and forgiving. Also four.
Ferrari 812 Superfast - brought this one from California. Fun.
Ferrari 488C - all the challenge cars.
Lamborghini (various) - yeah, I bought one of each. Billions. With a B.

Some of them had duplicates. Or quadruplicates. We all liked to race. Of course, Mom had a selection of E63s wagons. One from pretty much every tuner. They loved her testing them. Other cars floated in and out, from various houses.

The F1 organization approached us about having a Formula 1 race on our ring. We're not sure we want to do it. We don't have a 'regular' resort, so where would fans stay? We could do it with ferries from Athens, but opening up the country just felt risky. We finally agreed to an exhibition race. No fans. Just the crews and the drivers. Drivers could stay at the resort houses and the crew had to stay in the barracks.

We didn't think they'd go for it.

They did.


Ruby. ohhhhh

Ruby here. Yes Ruby. I can have an entry, can't I? I damn well can. Sorry. Just feeling empowered today. You see Elena and I are in the Hplane flying from Dionysus to Florida, with our Acuras in the hold. Yes we are by ourselves. Our families trust us and we're staying at Bob and Amy's house and Alison and Blake are there, so we're good. Oh, you're wondering how we'll get from the family airport to the house?

We'll drive our Acuras, of course. Yeah, yeah, 9 and 8. Fuck'em. We have valid driver's licenses issued by the Kingdom of Dionysus. The licensing requirements on Dionysus are actually quite strict. It involves a very in-depth education program, both written and driving. I'd put it up against any driving requirements in the world. What it doesn't have is a minimum age. Given that they have a world class racing program, and an equally world class track, considerable effort is related to being able to drive a car at what many would consider extra legal speeds, in a race.

As you know, Elena and I are pretty fucking good at that. We're just limited in the cars we can drive because, you know, short. Our Acuras have adjustable pedals with a surprising amount of travel. Yeah, they did have to disable to air bags though. That took some effort but, hey, legal on Dionysus. The cars are registered and have tags from Dionysus, so they're legally licensed. Insured too.

Oh and did I mention our diplomatic passports, issued to Countess Elena and Countess Ruby? Yeah, baby.

We were going to visit friends for a few days.

Now we could have taken Uber, or made Alison drive us around, but we're rule breakers. We're danger, baby. Yeah, no, we just fucking liked to drive. We landed at the airport about 30 minutes after we took off. It still makes me laugh, but no more than the fact that I'm flying the damn plane. Chris had worked it out that if we were coming directly from Dionysus, we didn't have to clear customs, which is handy. You know, Chris, our UN ambassador.

Oh, I guess I could have flown us to the house in one of the helicopters, but no, no, we wanted our cars. Elena and I had a bet. We both figured we'd get pulled over at some point, but I was betting it would happen on the first day, and she thought we'd make it to at least the second day. Loser has to get the winner off, then the winner had to reciprocate. Yeah, you saw what we did there, didn't you?

Clay, Cindy, Terry, and Renee were meeting us at the house for a sleep over. We wouldn't sleep much, though. We missed them. OK, I'm rambling and I know it.

Once we landed, we backed the cars off and closed the ramp. The airport is a little quiet now. We headed towards the house and sure enough, we both got pulled over on the way home. Two cars and they pulled us over together. Seemed flaky, but what the hell. Elena says she wants to tell the story.


That damn popo

Elena here.

As Amy would put it, we got pulled over by the popo. We both had cameras running, just in case. I watched the video to make sure I got this right. Heads exploding, or almost, are a bit hilarious. The deputy came to the side of my Acura. Mine is dark blue, in case you wondered. Ruby's is, well, ruby red. These were not the NSX we raced. These were new convertibles. Yeah, we had the top down, so we were probably asking to get pulled over.

"May I help you officer?," I said. He looked in my window like the deer. Big eyes, eyebrows up, clearly confused. "Would you like to see my license, registration, and insurance?"

"Uh, yes please," he stammered. I passed all of them to him, plus my passport.

"Was there something I did wrong for which you pulled me over?," I asked. He stammered some more. By the time I had asked it, he'd looked at my Dionysus license. I thought the picture was quite flattering.

"This license says that you're eight years old," he said.

"Why yes," I said. "There is no minimum age on Dionysus, just a rigorous education and testing program, which I passed, as did my friend Ruby, who the other deputy pulled over. Our licenses, tags, and insurance are quite valid in the US." I just left it there, for now.

"Um, OK, I'll have to check this out. But how did you get this car?," he said. Ah, figured he would go there. Just then, an SUV pulled up with similar Sheriff's markings. An older deputy got out and walked up. He looked pissed.

"You need to get out of the car little girl," he said, without even talking to the first guy. "We'll be searching your car." I admit, I laughed. Probably not a good plan.

"Yeah, no. Not only do you not have probable cause to search, you'll notice I travel under a diplomatic passport. You have exactly zero jurisdiction over me. So, no, not getting out," I said. "I'd like to go home now please." Oh boy, the veins on his forehead were pulsing.

"Now listen here little girl. You're too young to drive. You need to get out and we're calling social services," he said. Oh God. What a dick.

"Please stop calling me little girl. My name is Countess Elena of Dionysus. I will forgive you, once, that you did not properly bow, but my patience is thin," I said, in as strong a voice as my little eight year old body can give. "I'd suggest you either let me go, or get someone here that knows what in the hell they're talking about."

The first deputy almost dragged the new guy back to his car. Finally they came back and through gritted teeth told me I was free to go. Fuck yeah I was.

"Thank you gentlemen. I do appreciate your confusion, but glad we could work it out," I said. "Please do tell others in your department what's going on. We would hate to be continually harassed." With that, we drove off. I still don't think they liked it. I also don't think they told anyone else, or worse, they did, because about a mile from home, we got pulled over. Again. I'll let Ruby tell her story this time.


These guys are dicks

Ruby again. These guys are dicks and you know I know that word.

What the SUV dude didn't know was I saw his vehicle back about a half block. He did this on purpose. He would pay for it, one way or another. Be polite. We had to be polite. Which is tough, because I'm, well, Ruby.

"May I help you deputy?," I said.

"You need to get out of the car, little girl," said this new deputy.

"I have no intention of doing any such thing, sir," I said. "Am I being charged with anything? Am I free to go?" Yeah, they hate those questions. He did the same damn stammer the last guy did.

"Yes, driving under age and driving without a license," he said.

"Really. You haven't even asked to see my license yet. Seems like a big leap to those charges, now doesn't it? For all you know I'm 23 years old and just short, since you haven't seen any identification," I said.

"I know you're nine years old, little girl," he said. Oh damn, he walked right into that one.

"Now how in the world would you know that deputy?," I asked. "If you know that, it would have come from the last group of deputies, all of whom confirmed I am a legally licensed driver, driving a car that I own, and better yet, protected by diplomatic immunity. Now if you do know any of that information, than this traffic stop is clearly harrassment, and given that both stops were recorded on nice high quality video, with sound, it feels like that's not going to work out very well for you, does it?" Oh shit, he was pissed. He actually put his fucking hand on his gun.

"Are you planning on using that gun you're lovingly caressing? Shooting the Countess from one of the richest countries in the world seems like a bad career move," I said. Yeah, I was twisting the knife. "Listen, I know you're doing this on orders from the little dick man in the SUV, so it would just be best if you called him up here, and let him deal with it. No need to ruin your career too. Let him sacrifice his for the cause. Someone is going down, so it might as well be him."

You would have thought I punched him. His look was priceless. Maybe it was the little dick comment. Pretty sure they wouldn't like that.

"Oh, he's not hiding very well in that giant SUV. I can see him in my rear view mirror. Wave him up please," I said. Finally he did just that and little dick, which is what I liked to call him, sauntered up.

"So, we meet again and you're showing off both your lack of intelligence and your tiny endowment," I said. Don't think he expected that of me.

"With your permission, I'll make a phone call, on speaker, that can clear this up once and for all," I said. They looked at each other, clearly confused, but finally little dick nodded. I pressed the telephone button on the steering wheel. I had warned the person I was calling that this would probably happen. Sadly, she agreed it probably would and agreed to take the call.

"Call Kyrsten," I said. The car responded that it was. It didn't register with these dimwits who Kyrsten was.

"The White House, how may I direct your call?," came the voice from the speaker. I could have called her cell, but this was oh so much more powerful. Little dick hadn't caught on yet, but the other deputy had. He was actually quivering.

"Good morning, this is Countess Ruby of Dionysus. I need to speak to the President," I said, in my formal Countess voice.

"Good morning, your highness. I'll put your call right through. Always a pleasure to speak to you," said the switchboard operator. Yeah, by now little dick had figured it out and they were doing some sort of stereo quiver.

"Kyrsten here," said, well, Kyrsten. "What's up Ruby? You coming up to visit me? We could have lunch." Twist the knife, Ms. President. Twist it good.

"You know, that sounds wonderful. The White House at noon? Elena and I could bop up," I said. Yeah, we already had lunch plans, but still.

"Perfect, I'll see you there, but I doubt that's why you're calling," she said. Nope and you know it Kyrsten. I was streaming live video to her phone. Oops, guys.

"Yes, it seems that the local constabulary are unfamiliar with the concept of diplomatic immunity. The same Deputy has pulled Elena and I over twice, even after reviewing our license and passport. He seems intent on continuing to harass us and won't back off."

"Oh boy. I assume you got their badge numbers and names?," she said. "You'll want to file a formal complaint with the State Department."

"Yes, and we have the entire thing on video, from both cars," I said.

"Yes, I brought up the live feed. I can see them both quite clearly," she said. She read off their name tags. Oh, that had to hurt.

"Excellent. I'm live streaming it to CNN too. I don't know if they're playing it. Yet," I said. I wasn't, but certainly would share it if necessary.

"Gentlemen, I am sure you're aware who I am by now?," said Kyrsten. Oh yeah, they did, and they mumbled that they did. Somehow the mumble wasn't quite as strong as their voices when they were harassing us.

"Surely you have had at least modest training in the rules regarding travelers on diplomatic passports. You are setting a horrible example as representatives from law enforcement. These young ladies are personal friends of mine, with whom I'll be having lunch. They are legally licensed and you know they are and yet you continue to harass them. I am strongly suggesting that you not only let them go, but go back and report the incident to your supervisor. It is always better for them to hear your side first, because Ruby is a powerful young woman and her side will destroy your careers, if she chooses to do so. I know she is a kind young woman, so if you apologize profusely enough, and ensure it doesn't happen again, then I suspect she will give you another chance. Maybe," said Kyrsten. "Ruby, I'll see you at the White House at noon. I'll ensure you have permission to land on the grounds."

"Bye Kyrsten, see you soon," I said, and hung up. The quivering twins were effusive in their apologies. It was a bit sickening. I cut them off.

"Listen. The first time you pulled us over, we completely understood. We're little girls and this isn't normal for you, but it is for us. We were happy to let that slide and compliment you on doing your job," I said. "But then you stopped us a second time. Not cool. Kyrsten is right. Get ahead of it with your supervisors. I'll expect a call directly from the Sheriff himself. At 2PM exactly. If so, careers and reputation of the department saved. If not, Elena and I are on Stephen Colbert tomorrow and you'll become quite famous in a way in which you didn't want. Colbert is fun. It just depends on whether we fuzz out your faces and the name of the department or go in with it all showing clearly. 2PM. Exactly." With that I rattled off my cell number. The fact that it was local to Clearwater clearly confused them, but little dick wrote it down. With that, we went home. We should have gone straight to DC, but we didn't count on all this taking so long.

We had just enough time to change into 'meet the President clothes'. We left the Acuras and took one of the helicopters back to our airport and flew up to Reagan. Clay, Cindy, Renee, and Terry came with us. Chris' helicopter was still at Reagan, so we took it straight to the White House. They always hated it when someone from our family landed on the grass, but tolerated it because, well, the President told them too.

Once we landed, there were marines surrounding us and the Secret Service at the bottom of the stairs. They six of us got off, and the Secret Service dude kept looking at the stairs. Oh, he's looking for someone older than 11. Well, sorry dude. I hit the remote and the doors closed.

"We need to speak to the pilots," he said. This was getting old. Usually it is fun, but today has been annoying.

"You are," I said. "I'm the pilot and Countess Elena is the co-pilot." I pointed at Elena. He started to speak, but didn't get it out, because Kyrsten came running up and swept me up in her arms and spun me around. She hugged all six of us, as the incredibly confused Secret Service guy looked on. One of the marines actually laughed. Yeah, well.

Somewhere there was a news photographer with a long lens, because the cover picture of the Washington Post the next day was Kysten and me, with big grins, in mid spin, with my legs flying out. I framed that picture.

We had a glorious lunch and talked about a little of everything. Barb joined us which was wonderful. You remember that Barb is Kyrsten's Chief of Staff now, right? We weren't little kids to either of them and we talked about real issues and they wanted our thoughts on how to solve them. It was almost like being home on Dionysus, where the concept of kids and adults doesn't really exist. Mature and immature does.

After lunch we decided to go ahead and fly to New York and stay at the family apartment. Yeah, we're extended family. We know it. Remember mature and immature? Clay was the oldest at 11, but the six of us were traveling alone. Damn straight we're all mature. We're all part of the royal family of Dionysus too, which gave us a bit of latitude.

We flew to the apartment and finally got to really welcome each other. Get it? Oh, and yes, the Sheriff called at 2 and yes, he apologized.


The stamina of youth

The next morning we slept in, since we'd been up really, really late. Yeah, you get that. Oh, we were all jammed in the big master bed, but you knew that too. Oh, we didn't get right up, you know. Poor Clay and Terry, overwhelmed by four sexy girls, but they were young. They had stamina. Which they exercised. Repeatedly.

We had lunch at the Thai place, also not a surprise, and ran into some old friends. Remember when we said it was the hangout for young musicians? We ran into Selena, Lorde, and Selena's friend Franci Raisa, who we'd never met. She seemed a little surprised that Selena and Lorde were hugging some little kids, but they cleared that up. Yeah, by bowing and calling us your majesty. Sure, that helped.

Elena and I really were the guests on Colbert, so after lunch we got dressed. The rest of the kids had front row seats. CBS had a helipad, so we flew over. Yeah, there was a camera man taping us as we got off the helicopter and I shut the door. Not a surprise. Stephen would play it. I wonder if they got a shot from the front showing Elena and me flying it.

They did. They also played the video of our arrests but he had apologized so they fuzzed out anything identifiable. We honored our word. I didn't think we'd get arrested again. During one segment, Stephen took us out of the studio and down to the street. Sitting there was a white NSX convertible. We took him for rides around Manhattan. On live TV.

It was great fun. We invited him to come down to Florida and we'd take him for rides around the track. We didn't think we should invite him to Dionysus. That would be a future episode.

The next day we flew back to Florida. We had a lot of friends to see.

And fuck.

It took us three more days and we barely left the bedroom.


Nathan and Sara? Sure

Sara here. I need this damn pen more. Yes, Nathan and I needed to talk to Bob. We needed to make sure it was OK that we were dating. After all, I worked for Nathan. We didn't care, but he might.

We didn't think he would.

But we'd never been to Dionysus either. Ruby flew us all over. There was something just magical about riding in a Hypersonic plane piloted by a 9 year old. The world belongs to the kids. We landed at an airport, because, of course they have an airport and Ruby flew us to Bob and Amy's house.

In a gunship. At least that's what she called it and there sure were missiles. Missiles!

Still the nine year old.

Oh we got hugs. Lots of hugs. Bob and Amy. Orlando, Chris, and Leslie. I did notice they were naked. All of them. I turned and realized that Ruby and Elena were naked too. Oh, can't forget Luca. Naked.

Nathan and I did the only appropriate thing to do in that situation. Customs and all. We took off our clothes.

He was hard. I wonder why?

Ruby wasn't having any of that. She was on her knees in a flash with his cock in her mouth. I didn't get to see much, because Luca took my hand and pulled me out onto the deck and onto a nice double lounge. Within the first minute of being there, my legs were in the air and Luca was pounding me. Elena came over and very politely asked if she could sit on my face.

Why yes she could. The chaise bounced a bit and Nathan was lying next to me with Ruby bouncing up and down on him. He just kept moaning her name.

I guess the stories were true. Everyone else was just standing around. Watching. Finally Luca and Nathan both unloaded into us.

I needed some Ruby too, so we got into a 69 and cleaned each other out.

OMG. This girl had skills. Incredible skills. Her mouth. Her tongue. One finger in my ass. I simply exploded, for about my fifth or sixth cum. I'd lost track. We untangled and followed everyone inside and we all sat around and got caught up like nothing had happened.

This place was fun.

We finally cut Bob out of the pack and asked him if it was OK we were dating.

"Took you long enough," he said, with a laugh. "We all knew it the day you met."

Then he fucked me. Then he fucked Nathan. Then Nathan fucked him.

Still liking it here.

We spent a glorious weekend. When we finally left, I was surprised I wasn't sore. Yeah, that many.

We had to visit more often.



Characters in the stories

Chapters


All
All
All
All
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6,8,14-on
1,3,28,29,31,32,37,42
2,3,13,27,30,32,34,36,38,39,42
2,3,13,27,30,32,34,38,39,42
4,29,31,42
5,8,16,17,27,31,33,36,39,42
5,8,16,17,27,31,33,36,42
5,7,8,16,17,27,31,33,36,42
5,7,8,16,17,27,31,33,36,42
5,9,10,12,15-18,20,21,24,26-28,30-32,34,39,41,42
5,9-12,15-18,20,21,24,26-28,30-32,34,36,39,42
6,14,16-19,24,27,28,29,31-37,39,40,42
6,14,16-19,24,27,28,29,31-39,40,42
6,7,16-19,27,31-34,37-39,42
6,16-19,24,27,31-34,37,39,42
7,8,9,14,16,17,19,23,27,31,34,36-42
7,8,9,14,16,17,19,23,27,31,34,36-40,42
7,8,9,14,16,17,19,23,27,31,34,36-40,42
14,15,20,24,27,34,36,39-42
14,15,20,24,27,39-42
16,40,41,42
16,40,41,42
16,40,41,42
16,40,41,42
19,20,26,27,28,31,32,36,39,42
24,29,32,33,36,41,42
34,37,40,42
34,37,40,42
34,37,42
34,37,42
37,42
37,38,42
41
41
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
42
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Name


Bob
Amy
Morgan
Orlando
Leslie
Chris
Sara
Hunter
Hallie
Nathan
Clay
Cindy
Terry
Renee
Blake
Alison
Gabriel (Gabe)
Ruby
Jesse
Julia
Sophia
Luca
Elena
Chloe
Ben
Abril
Aubrey
Marcel
Simeone
Barb
Luna
Isaiah
Meili
Malik
Deana
Alfie
Poppy
Darin
Mitch
Eleni
Manos
Dora
Danae
Sotiris
Nyssa
Arion
Zera
Nikos
Kali
Iris
Aaron
Mikka
Gibor
Zoe
Philo
Darian
Dion
Chatha
Kiah
Salma
Kyah
Julius
Hal
Chet
Avery
Huey
Titus
Tessa
Adrina
Jayson (Coach J)
Karis
Marissa
Jin
Izhar
Owen
Selam
Nicola
Kek

Age


23
20
16
14
12
12
23
10
10
19
11
9
9
9
33
32
12
9
43
43
19
13
8
35
33
7
10
8
11
52
22
35
34
13
11
29
28
Thirties
Thirties
Thirties
Thirties
Thirties
7
12
Thirties
Thirties
Thirties
Thirties
9
7
Thirties
Thirties
12
Thirties
Thirties
12
12
Thirties
Thirties
10
6
Thirties
Thirties
16
15
11
10
13
9
22
21
Twenties
Twenties
Twenties
Twenties
Twenties
Twenties
Twenties

Description


Dad
Mom
The oldest of the new kids
The middle child and the only boy
The youngest
Adopted daughter
Sales managers, car dealers
Leslie's new friend
Hunter's twin sister
General manager, car dealers
Lance and Linda's son
Lance and Linda's daughter
Matt's son
Matt's daughter
First home staff. Mechanic, general purpose everything
First home staff. Chef, runs the house and more
Juanita's brother
Juanita's sister
Juanita's Dad
Juanita's Mom
New Italian friend and Goddess
Sophia's son
Sophia's daughter
Developer and architect
Kitchen designer
Adrien's daughter
Adrien's daughter
Brielle's son
Brielle's son
Amai's Mom
Part-time family assistant
New trainer
Massage therapist
Isaiah and Meili's son
Isaiah and Meili's daughter
Manor caretaker
Manor caretaker and Alfie's wife
Astronaut
Science Officer
School Teacher
Auto Mechanic
 
Sister of Sotiris
Brother of Danae
Sotiris and Danae's Mom – Resort manager
Sotiris and Danae's Dad – Hiring manager
Captain, volunteer fire department
Food services manager
Zera and Nikos' daughter
Zera and Nikos' daughter
Rabbi and Mikka's husband
School director and Aaron's wife
Aaron and Mikka's son
Methodist priest
Zoe's husband and stay at home Dad – youth minister
Zoe and Philo's twins
Zoe and Philo's twins
Muslim Iman
School hurse and Chatha's wife
Chatha and Kiah's daughter
Chatha and Kiah's daughter
General store manager, father of 6 adopted kids
Stay at home Dad, married to Julius
Julius and Hal's son
Julius and Hal's son
Julius and Hal's son
Julius and Hal's son
Julius and Hal's daughter
Julius and Hal's daughter
Teacher and Coach
College student
Foreign student association president
Chinese student at Oxford
Indian student at Oxford
Irish student at Oxford
Ethiopian girl at Oxford
Italian stud at Oxford
Egyptian model at Oxford

Stats


6'2" - 165, swimmer's body, 6 inch cut average cock
5'1" - 110, bright red hair, D cup
5'5" - 120, dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
5'0" - 100, dirty blonde, 6 inch cut thick cock
4'6" - 80, brown hair, flat chested
4'11" - 80, slim, glorious puffy nipples
5'3" - 100, dark hair, Ameriasian, small B cup
5'0" - cute as hell, 3 inch cock
4'8" - small A cup
5'9" - 130, slim, glasses, 6 inch uncut
5'1" - skinny, cute, 4 inch uncut cock
4'8" - skinny, smaller version of Clay, flat
4'11" - average, 3 inch cut cock
4'10" - average, just a hint of puffies
6'2" - 185, blonde, ripped, 7 inch thin cock
5'9" - tall, athletic, blonde, simply stunning, B cup, model gorgeous
5'0" - 90, cute, 4 inch cock
4'11" - 85, sexy, flat
5'11" - 175, Vin Diesel, but with short hair, 6 inch average cock
5'6" - 125, stunning, D cup on a small frame
5'7" - stunning, simply stunning, B cup
5'4" - chisled, smaller, male Sophia, 5 inch uncut cock
4'5" - sexy AF
5'7" - athletic, smaller B cup. Hot AF
6'0" - swimmer's body, 6 inch thick cock
4'0" - cute, flat
4'7" - cute, flat, sexy
4'5" - thin, 3 inch uncut cock
5'2" - thin, 5 inch uncut cock
5'6" - 120, stunning, mixed, C cup
5'5" - 120, strong, Swedish, C cup
6'9" - muscular, thin, giant hands, 9 inch uncut thick cock
4'10" - tiny, small, sexy AF, tiny breasts
5'11" - thin, trim, 6 inch uncut thick cock
5'2" - freaking beautiful, small A cups
6'3" - Blonde, supremely British, nice abs, 8 inch uncut cock
5'7" - Blonde, model gorgeous, B cup
 
 
 
 
 
4'4" - Cute, fuckable
5'4" - Thin, attractive, 5 inch thin cut cock
5'0" - Trim, A cups, sexy
6'4" - Thin but muscular, 8 inch thick uncut cock
5'8" - Strong, B cup
6'3" - Greek God, 7 inch thick uncut cock
4'4 – Greek, cute, energetic
3'11" - Tiny and powerful
6'3" - Tall, stately, thin, 6 inch cut cock
5'1" - Trim, smaller B cups
5'7" - Aaron's mini-me, 7 inch thick cut cock
5'5" - Blonde, joyful, voluptuous and sexy, D cups
5'10" - average, a little chubby, always smiling, 5 inch thin cut cock
5'4" - thin, sexy, 4 inch thin cock
5'4" - thin, sexy, 4 inch thin cock (identical twins)
5'11" - a little overweight, but carries it well, 6 inch average uncut cock
5'3" - thin, regal, sexy, C cup
4'11" - puffies, cute as hell, friendly
3'9" - little, fun loving, great cocksucker
6'1" - average, with a nice 6 inch thin cut cock
6'4" - Greek, God-like, buff, 9 inch thick uncut cock
6'0" - Muscular, cute, 6 inch thick uncut cock
5'9" - Thin, swimmer's body, 5 inch thin cut cock
5'3" - Skinny, blonde, funny, 8 inch thin uncut cock
5'3" - Average, friendly, 4 inch thin cut cock
5'7" - Greek Goddess. C cup. Stunning, Sweet
4'5" - tiny, cute, energetic
6'2" - Dark hair, fantastic shape, 7 inch uncut cock
5'3" - Beautiful, petite, C cup
5'5" - German, dark hair, pretty, B cup
5'2" - small, thin, A cup
5'10" - regal, average shape, 5 inch thin cock
5'11" - classic Irish with red hair, sort of an Ed Sheeran, 5.5 inch cut cock
5'8" - Black and beautiful, model gorgeous, A cup
5'11" - Italian stallion, fun and friendly, 7 inch thick uncut cock
6'3" - Egyptian model handsome, muscular 6 inch thick uncut cock

End of Chapter