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The ideas keep coming, both my own and your suggestions. Thank you to all that have written and more encouragement to those that have not yet sent an idea. My snippet count has increased, and by my math, if I finish every chapter, I have ideas that will take me to September of next year. That's amazing, but some of my favorites are months out from your enjoyment. I'm publishing at a pace that fairly closely matches my writing, so I can't really speed up too much.
I have republished this story. It was brought to my attention that I had an issue with allowable ages. I have corrected it here and will ensure I am good going forward.
We were almost full time on Dionysus now. The families had all moved in. Chloe had built us a new house, away a bit from the resort, just to give us some privacy. It's also on the water, which makes Bob happy. I admit it makes me happy too. Our back lanai is actually over the water. It's glorious. It's also freaking huge. Once again, Bob went a bit crazy, with Chloe enabling him.
Quite a bit of time has passed. Everyone has had another birthday. Leslie and Chris are officially teenagers now, at 13. Orlando is 15 and his career in music continues to grow. His studio, here on the islands, was attracting more and more musicians and he'd developed a following as a producer. Sure.
So many of our friends and family had homes here now and were spending a significant portion of their time here. The quality of the school helped.
Morgan and Sophia completed their school year and are here with us for the summer, which I admit I absolutely love. Chloe built them their own house, just down the beach. She said she felt like it was the right thing to do. We agreed. They were planning their wedding, for next summer, with a lot of help from everyone. It was going to be a BIG wedding.
We had so much coming up soon, though, but one thing dominated. I was, hopefully, days from giving birth to little Bill and Jessica. Yes, twins. Can you believe it? I'm a freaking blimp, but they're healthy and that's all that matters. Yes, Bill is named in honor of Chris' dad, and it still makes her cry, but in a good way.
The clinic grew to be a small hospital. Can you believe that? Doctor Angie, as every called her, was our GP, but an OB/Gyn by training and practice before her move to Dionysus. Her nurse-practitioner Nurse Athina, was also a trained midwife, so I felt like we were in good hands. Oh, Angie and Athina were married, if that means anything, and have two cute as a button kids, a girl named Dora and a boy named Yiannis, both 11. Yes, twins. A Dionysus thing, I guess. Oh, and yes, they were one hell of a lot of fun. I hadn't felt too sexy for the last few weeks, given my blimp proportions, so I encouraged Bob to enjoy himself. I'm pretty sure a big percentage of that fun was with Dora and Yiannis. Oh, he wants to jump in.
Every single person in our entire country found Amy incredibly beautiful and sexy. Everyone. Well, sometimes except her, although even she had her moments. So on to the story.
It is so wonderful to not be worried about outdoor sex anymore. We didn't go completely wild about it, but the outdoor double lounge, on the lanai over the water, was an incredible experience. Amy doesn't want me to do much with her, but she does like to watch and play with herself and that's pretty damn sexy too.
I'll just share the story of the latest, um, experience. Dora is a stunning young woman. Shapely beyond her years, with the most beautiful ass. Just spectacular. For 11, she's pretty developed, with B cup breasts, with large nipples, that are incredibly sensitive. She's cum at the touch of her clit too, which we all enjoy. She has almost no limits, and likes to get a little freaky. She loves to be tied to the bed with scarves and enjoy a regular parade of men. Sometimes we do that, and my role is just cleanup. They cum, I lick, they cum, I lick. She just goes over and over and over. Yes, I kiss it all to Amy. Wouldn't you?
Yiannis likes it too. He loves to be teased. He likes you to get him to the edge and back off. Repeatedly. He particularly likes it if there is a cock or two or ten in his ass. In other words, they like cock. Well, don't we all.
On this particular day, Amy was feeling a little frisky, but more importantly, she was craving. You know.
So we combined our fun. We had Dora and Yiannis tied to the double lounge outside, but with their legs pulled up high. It was a little hard to figure out, but we managed. In other words, they were easily accessible. Easily. We'd whispered to a few people that we need male helpers. You know, suppliers of protein. You have to love our village. There were a LOT of volunteers. Much of our extended family was here for the summer, so they pitched in too.
Yeah, pitched in. You have a vision of a barn raising, but that's not what we're talking about at all.
Basically we had three lines. Three long lines. The first was lined up to enjoy Dora. The second was lined up to enjoy Yiannis. The third was lined up to satisfy Amy's craving from the tap. Oh, they were all ending up with Amy.
If they liked, they could pull out of either kid and finish directly with Amy. If they preferred to finish where they were, so to speak, that's where I leapt into action. I sucked it out and fed it to Amy in a kiss. I was busy.
No, that's not entirely true. There was a fourth line. Today Amy was feeling the need to cum. We didn't want to leave the women and girls out, so they were satisfying Amy's need. Orally. One by one. Yeah, the babies were rocking today.
I think this lasted a good two hours before the taps were all dry. I got to go last.
Oh you were expecting me to pick Yiannis or Dora, weren't you?
Nope. One benefit of all this was that Amy was, today, feeling the need. The need for cock. My cock. I'd been hard for two solid hours, so I admit the first time, I didn't last long. The second time, I did better.
The third time was special.
Finally we were done. The town was satisfied. The kids were untied and went home for dinner. We hosed down the lanai. It needed it.
I hope my descriptions gave you a good image. I am sure it didn't live up to reality. It was amazing.
Maybe we'd do it again tomorrow, but I'd take Yiannis' place. Cock everywhere. Yum.
Oh, I did still have my craving, and Bob and every other male in the country strived to provide me an adequate supply. It's a good thing that 31 families had moved, with a lot of, um, helpful children, because my cravings had stepped up. I'm sure all that protein was good for the babies' development. What Bob just described was amazing. I'd tried to count, but lost track of loads I swallowed somewhere in the thirties. Or maybe forties. I was cumming so much it was hard to keep track.
I hate to admit it, but I sometimes went to the school during their recess. The staff let me use the little school clinic to, well, entertain. How many schools offer regular blowjobs as a part of the curriculum? I might be a blimp, but the kids, and especially Bob, made sure that I had plenty of daily orgasms.
They felt nice.
Back to the discussion at hand. Athina basically stayed with me full time, which I didn't mind. She was great company and had some powerful skills, so a win-win all around.
Athina and I were laying out on lounges on the lanai, chatting and looking out over the water when Orlando came in, carrying a large rock. A surprisingly large rock. So big, he was struggling a bit to carry it. I have no idea why he was carrying a large rock. Leslie and Chris were with him.
"Why are you carrying a large rock?" I asked, getting right to the point.
"We were exploring a new cave and found it, along with a bunch of others," he said. Well, that didn't clear anything up.
"So you decided to carry a large heavy rock back to the house why?" I said, staying on point.
"We think it is a diamond," said Chris. What? That thing is huge.
"We weighed it on the bathroom scale. It's over twenty pounds. The largest rough diamond ever discovered was less than a pound and a half, so we're probably wrong," said Leslie. "But it would be cool. We were trying to remember, isn't one of the dads is a geologist?"
"Close," said Athina. "It's one of the moms. Lia." It was an oh yeah moment for everyone. It was late in the day, almost dinner time, so there was a chance she was home. Athina had pulled out her phone. We only heard her side of the conversation, but when she hung up, she told us.
"I told her we had something to show her, in private, but decided to just invite her family to dinner," said Athina. "Angie and our kids are already coming over, and I know there is plenty of food. I was chatting with Elias earlier. I'll run let him know."
Oh, Elias. He's our full-time chef now. Everyone else got wonderful meals. I got crap. Pure fucking crap. Being pregnant kind of sucks, in some ways. In others, it's pretty damn cool. Do pregnant women keep their cravings? I'm kind of hoping I do.
Lia came straight over, ahead of her family and walked out onto the lanai. She was dressed, but barely, in a tiny bikini. Yeah, that was about as dressed up as anyone ever got. I guess I should have been more clear. Tiny bikini bottoms.
Lia came onto the porch and immediately saw the rock on the ground. Her reaction was interesting.
"Holy crap. Get that inside. Now," she said. We all kind of looked at each other but Orlando carried it in and put it on the table and we all followed him in.
"Have you weighed it?" asked Lia.
"Yeah," said Orlando. "A little over twenty pounds."
I thought Lia was going to faint.
"OK, you need to hide this and no one can say a word about it. Not even to friends or family," she said. "I know you'll tell your kids but no more. Period."
"Why?" said Orlando.
"Two reasons. The first is you would have an invasion. Literally. Someone or a lot of someones would assault your islands. Second, you would tank the market, which would get you a completely different group coming after you," she said.
"For a rock?" said Leslie.
"For a rough diamond," said Lia. "The largest ever found was about a pound and a half. It sold for $350 million. I can't guess how much this is worth. Billions. Were there more?"
"Dozens. This is the largest one I could carry," said Orlando.
"This is the small one?" said Lia.
"I don't know. The others could just be rocks. But I think so," said Orlando.
"OK, that's even worse," said Lia. "It is good, but you're going to have to trickle these into the market through anonymous sources. No one can link it to you. I guess the good news is that you got an entire country for free."
Wow.
"This is all very interesting but it is going to have to wait," I said.
"Why? I can take her up to the cave now," said Orlando.
"Because my water just broke," I said.
Ok, lots of screaming and excitement but no one really did anything. So, I got up and grabbed my bag and pushed Bob and Athina out the door. Let them scream.
We hopped into a cart and Athina called Angie. Yes I drove. We got to the clinic in a few minutes and Angie met us there. I could tell you in detail about the agonies of 36 hours of labor, but you wouldn't want to hear about that now would you?
It would have been a lie anyway. After a short hour-long labor, Bill was born, almost immediately followed by Jessica. Oh it hurt like hell, but I survived it. And yes everybody made it to the waiting room. Morgan was in the room with Bob and me. The other kids understood.
Simply beautiful. Happy and healthy which is all we cared about. Angie suggested we overnight in the clinic but Athina offered to spend the night so we headed home with our two bundles of joy. Yes car seats were installed properly in our cart. Did you doubt us? Total time from house to house was less than three hours.
A lot of moms probably hate me. I promise this isn't going to be a baby blog. The birth of two kids and just a few paragraphs. One thing I noticed. I still had the cravings. Luckily Bob helped me out. Right there in the delivery room, to the delight of Angie and Athina.
The funny thing is that when we made it home the conversation started right back up. It turns out that Orlando had taken pictures of the other rocks and yes, Lia confirmed they were also rough diamonds.
>From the pictures, it looked like at least three larger than the one Orlando brought home and another dozen smaller ones that Lia said would break records. We talked about what to do with them and Leslie suggested the armory. Perfect. We reinforced secrecy but given we kept a space plane secret I wasn't that worried.
We finally went to bed and Bob was awesome. He brought me the babies when they were hungry and did all the diapers. A good man. It would be his only night to do so since we had 24/7 nannies that would start tomorrow. What's the point of being rich if you don't have round the clock nannies?
Oh, you caught him, not her. Yes, two of the five nannies are men. We hired the best people available. We had an interesting mix of gender and ethnicity and we thought that was great. All came from local families, and I'm sure you get that significance. Let's just say that when he brought me Jessica to feed, I was also able to get a protein shake. I'm pretty sure that made us both happy. Oh you want me to describe Nico. He's a local born Greek, but of Arabic roots. Oh, you know the look. Olive skin, powerful, sexy. A solid 7-inch uncut cock with huge, cum filled balls. I liked his protein.
When Pamela arrived to take over from Nico, I was pretty confident that Bob was going to be happy too. More power to him. I wouldn't be, um, useful for a bit. Pamela was interesting, as she was also a local, but you would have been excused for assuming she was Swedish. Petite, at about 5'3", but curves in all the right places and solid D cup, upturned breasts. Oh. Bob was going to have fun, but I enjoyed Pamela too. I was going to watch, for sure.
I'm going to pass the pen to Orlando since I slept through some excitement.
We were up early. Lia went to the tunnel with us four kids, plus Sophia. We each drove a Jeep, with a tarp over the back. We cleared out the tunnel and loaded them into the Jeeps and moved them to the armory.
We had a long discussion and Dad joined the conversation. Lia commented that it looked like a recent small cave-in had uncovered them, which explained why no one knew about them. She didn't believe there were more to mine and even if there were, none of us wanted to mine on the main island. Our islands needed names but for now that was descriptive.
The discussion was around what to do with them. In the end we decided, with Lia's counsel, to anonymously sell one. Just one. Just like our huge cache of cars, we couldn't let the market know what we had.
So what to sell? We had solid arguments for the biggest, the smallest, and one in between. Everybody felt strongly but Lia won the day.
"It could be months, if not years, before the market settles and you could even sell the second one. It's going to be disruptive. There is no way around it. So, if it was my call, I'd put the biggest one on the market. I know a reputable dealer in Paris that would manage the sale and the bidding will likely be fierce. Even assuming major losses in cutting, you're looking at over 200k in carets. Just factoring from the largest ever before I'm estimating that a consortium will bid north of $60B," said Lia. "Maybe more, maybe less, but certainly tens of billions. If you add up what a in the armory, and you time the sales over years, you have another $200B to $300B."
Ok we are rich AF and those numbers were staggering.
Mom joined the conversation and we all agreed we needed all the diamonds off the island. We talked to Jason but didn't risk anything over the phone. Everything was through encrypted email. He arranged large vault spaces in London, New York, Sydney, Tokyo, and Toronto. They all seemed like safe, stable countries. The four kids spent the next day flying the two fast planes around moving the rocks. We'd crated them up, so you couldn't tell what they were and yes, we crated them up ourselves.
Finally we were ready for Paris. My rock, my flight. I flew the big rock to Paris with Lia. We had arranged to meet the representative at a safe middle ground. I didn't go. Just Lia. We couldn't be identified.
Jason had opened a numbered account in the Cayman Islands. Everything was above board but secret. Two days later the bidding ended and the money was transferred into the account. Bidding had exceeded expectations.
$122B was in the account. For the first one, although admittedly the largest.
The account was under the name of the Kingdom. Safe with immunity.
OK typing Kingdom still makes me laugh. I called a family meeting to discuss what to do. My find. My meeting.
"The diamonds belong to the Kingdom which is clearly us, but I think we should reward the residents of the Kingdom for uprooting their family and founding Robertville. I think we should create trusts for every resident. That's 135 people. $10M a piece would be less than $2B. Maybe we should go $25M. I think we should burn another $25B on charities. Anonymously and in million-dollar chunks. No attention," said Leslie. "Although the world knows we are stinking rich so that's cover already. Then we think about it for a bit. We still haven't burned $30B of it yet."
"I like it," I said. "But at a million a pop, that's 25K donations. We will need to hire some people to find the right donations. But first, we should celebrate."
So we did.
Mom pointed out that her limitations on sex for six weeks did not include her ass. That perked up Dad and me, for sure. It was just the immediate family, so Morgan, Sophia, Leslie, Chris. We hadn't played the random partner, random act game in a while, so all our names went into a bowl and the sex acts went into another. Well, we did play it a bit, so they were all nice laminated cards. We had to redo too many when they got, um, messy. Now you can rinse them off!
I'm sure you don't want all the details so I'll just share a few. Maybe I'll just share my cums. Once in Mom's ass. Once in Chris. Once on Leslie's face and the last on Sophia's tits. Sorry, Morgan, no more left for you, but she was satisfied. For one, she got to do cleanup of both Leslie's face and Sophia's tits.
Dad managed five times. I guess I need to go into training. One in Mom's ass, of course. One in Leslie's pussy and another in Morgan's and a third in Chris. Now you're predicting Sophia right now, aren't you?
Nope. My ass. Damn he's good at it too.
I could tell you about every orgasm by the five women, but it would be hundreds of pages. I don't think they ever stopped.
Karma had gone from being our friend to moving in and becoming a part of our family. How else do you explain it? I made an absolutely stupid investment in an entire country and boom, another couple hundred billion. The funny thing is we will make all these donations and the world will think we are spending our money. We will fall in the Forbes list.
Good.
We did talk about Greece. Should we give them some or all of it? We finally decided that politicians would just burn it so our charity work was a better choice. We would invest a lot of it in Greece though. It only seemed fair.
I thought about buying a bigger country but this one is pretty nice. It is a little hot in the summer, so maybe a summer country? Can you do that?
I could tell you all about the upcoming elections or let Chris do it but it is going to be anticlimactic and who wants to discuss politics? Kyrsten was going to win reelection in a landslide. The world was settling down and Chris deserved a lot of credit.
As our UN ambassador, with tons of money to play with, the PAC, the foundation, and the Kingdom funded a crap ton of positive projects globally.
The biggest impact was on religion. Chris hosted a series of summits in Austin and here in Robertville. It's amazing what a prosperous world can do, particularly with the US and most developed nations moving to the center. Remember our three local religious leaders? They ran the meeting, together, and set an example. A Jew, a Muslim, and a female Methodist.
No need for the details but the summary is that the extremists in every religion were ostracized and the various faiths started working together for the betterment of the world. Fuck yeah. It helped that we funded their efforts to the tune of billions.
Maybe we wouldn't need our torpedoes.
The little ones were nearing their first birthday and we were coming up on the wedding. Damn, that makes me happy and sad. The timing was fun as Morgan will turn 18 on a Friday and get married on Saturday. Leslie is the maid of honor, and Chris and Orlando are standing with her. Oh yeah, I jumped ahead. The last year has been a spectacular fun and sex filled extravaganza. Pretty much what you expected. I kept craving the protein and I didn't have a shortage of donors.
Elena and Luca are standing with Sophia. It couldn't be more perfect. I'm walking down the aisle to give away Morgan, because Bob is giving away Sophia. He has to. We all hate the word, but Bob is clearly her hero and deserves the title.
It is hard to even believe that Morgan was 14 when our family came together. The wedding was the week following their graduation from Oxford. It was going to be a busy time.
Everyone in the family thought we would be so busy saving the world and now we weren't. We weren't really sure what was next so we were all going to enjoy life for a bit. The youngest three were considering bailing on college. Not because they wouldn't excel but because they had ideas of what they wanted to do. Oh wait, I couldn't call them the youngest three anymore.
College was a just not yet. They were going to be kids for a while and the best big brother and sisters to the kiddos that they could be.
We split our time all over but found ourselves spending more and more time on the islands. The far island was our safe paradise so a lot of fun was had. Oh it happened everywhere but you knew that regardless of who was visiting, only select people were allowed on that entire island. Remember it is 400 square miles so pretty big. Heck, Oahu is less than 600.
Bob had been building. A lot. All in anticipation of the wedding. He had developed another entire village on the near island. The one opposite the far island. The lowest one, with amazing beaches. Some of our island resident's kids were coming of age so we would let them spread out. We were also considering another batch of residents but that had risks. A number of families suggested they should move into the new community to 'seed it', so to speak. It was just a few miles up the road. They'd share some services and but have most of their own. It's not like we had trouble affording it.
For now they were all for wedding guests. Yeah, that many guests. I think they're the entire class in their programs were coming. Hundreds of them.
All our friends from business and music and sports. Everyone.
Oh, did I mention that Grace had moved in with us at the end of her school year? That would be the next wedding and we knew it. No confusion on this one. They knew it too. I'm not sure they'd even wait until they were 18. The laws of Dionysus were, um, more flexible. Grace was fully 'in the spirit' now and her parents were aware, but not participating. They were very cool about it though, which made their visits easier. I admit I was surprised. We were going to give them a house in the new village. That way they could visit whenever they wanted. Chloe had built a state-of-the-art music studio there too. I think I mentioned that.
Hunter and Hallie were here for the summer. Hunter and Leslie were getting close too but they were an interesting threesome. Maybe the Kingdom will have to allow polygamy. I could see them making it work. I guess that would be incest too but hey, we are open minded. DeeDee and Don were here for the wedding, and a nice month-long vacation.
We were having a lot of fun.
Noah was here for the summer too. But I'll bet you guessed that. Yep, Will and Gail for a month or so too.
We gave everyone a house to stay in.
We were talking with both families about moving here and letting their kids go to our school. They were seriously considering it. They saw the future and knew these relationships were going to stick just like we did. Don and DeeDee have actually talked about the kid's poly relationship. They loved it. So did we.
Our lives were pretty damn good. In most stories this is where the other shoe drops and maybe it will but not so far.
Did I mention that Bob had built three more houses along our beach? Yes each kid had their own house and yes they were living with their future spouse. Or spouses in the case of Leslie.
Adults in everything but age, remember.
Bill had managed to build more space planes at an exorbitant cost. The military and NASA had a few.
We had three now plus the Hplane. Why the fuck not. Billions had become hundreds of billions. Do you know how much money we make from just having so much money?
I know, I know, you're tired of all the parties with famous people but come on, it is our wedding.
Dad had already built us a beautiful house. Elena and Luca both had huge suites. You didn't doubt that they had moved in with us, did you? By tomorrow they'll be my kids too. Damn right I'm adopting them. If you didn't see that coming, then you don't know me at all.
They both kept trying to insist they'd stay with Mom and Dad on our wedding night.
Nope.
We had been gone for two years. Two years! Not another night.
Oh we weren't going on a honeymoon. Well I guess you could say we had a house at a resort but it was our house.
We were back.
The fact that my teenage siblings all had their own house was completely unsurprising. Maybe in the rest of the world they were kids but here on Dionysus, they really were adults. Legally. Adulthood is 13 here. Fuck the world. If you expect kids to be adults at 13, they live up to your expectations. The world could learn a lesson.
The days before the wedding were such fun. None of us had anything to do other than play and reconnect. Jackson and Sofia had been here for two months planning everything. I'll let the others jump in with their stories and we will probably tell some too. After all, we missed everyone.
The new families were fun. Lots and lots of fun. I had to stop the day before the wedding because I didn't want to be too sore on my wedding day. Yeah, that much.
No, that's not entirely true. Sophia and I did celebrate after the wedding rehearsal the night before. With our ministers. All three of them. Oh my, now that is religious cooperation. Once you see a Rabbi fuck an Iman in the ass, while the Iman is eating out the Methodist minister, you're pretty confident that religious differences can be set aside.
The day of the wedding, the ferry brought bring in a huge new crew. The entire town was invited so we couldn't expect, no wouldn't expect, any of them to work. The funny thing is that they were all rich and yet almost everyone still worked. The new crew was all properly vetted. You know what I mean. Future fun, for sure.
Oh, a few new people commuted every day on the ferry but I'm guessing they'd be living here soon. I am sure that was Dad's plan. After all, he had built another entire village. I wonder if some of the wedding crew would move to the new village? We needed some singles on the islands.
If you thought we had stupid money before... Oh, Lia had trickled the rest of the diamonds into the market. They brought in over $300B. More.
We ramped up giving money away but it was hard. Our money made money faster than we could give it away. The family, in total, had over a half a trillion.
Pretty rich little kingdom.
Dad was really working to figure out things to buy but how do you top a kingdom?
Finally the time had arrived. Our wedding wasn't exactly formal. Remember our Florida themed party in New York? That was dressy compared to this. We encouraged swim wear. Anything up to shorts and a T was acceptable. Anything beyond was not.
In the true spirit of our family, the wedding party wore Speedos. Luca and Orlando wore the small men's style. The rest of us wore tankinis.
Hey. We were young and firm. We rocked it. I wore the traditional Neon green and Sophia wore Hot Pink. Everyone else in the wedding party had various bright colors. I wanted us to all be topless, but Sophia talked me out of it.
Mom wore a one piece because she was still embarrassed about her post baby body.
She was nuts. She was a freaking size 0. But it made her comfortable.
Our more somber guests wore shorts and T shirts. You know. Warren and the like but I'm pretty sure they appreciated our outfits or lack thereof.
We all have nice tits. The funny thing is that even our most conservative guests didn't seem all that surprised by our lack of clothes. I suspect they all knew more than we realized.
Grace and Orlando were excited, because Camila was staying for a month. Who knows, if Leslie can marry Hunter and Hallie, just maybe. Although I think that might kill Orlando. He'd die happy. The wedding was being officiated by our trio of clergy plus a critical Minister. Our Minister of Fun. Yes, Ruby. Her part was to say "I now pronounce you wife and wife." Let's be honest, we're all going to laugh.
We did. We did make sure we paid back Ruby a few days later. Repeatedly. With Luca and Elena's help. Did I say repeatedly?
Bob here. The wedding was amazing, but life had settled down again.
I was SO busy today. Right now I was lying on a swim raft with my legs in the water. The raft was tied on a long rope to the piling holding up our lanai over the water. Did you know they made floating, spill proof wine glasses? $19.95 for two on Amazon. Very handy. Oh, our Dionysus house but you probably figured that out. Did I ever mention that the floor of most of the house was glass? So cool watching the fish swim under. Amy was on the raft next to me. Working just as hard. The babies were playing on the lanai, in the shade, of course. Yes the Nanny was watching them. Did you think we just left them?
The kids went by in an X26, pulling a parasail. It was hard to see who was up in the air but they were pretty small so my money was on Ruby. That girl is simply fearless. Yes, Jesse, Julia, and the kids lived here full time. Ruby is still small, but 10 now, so just getting the hint of little puffies. My god, Ruby with puffies. Just lying here I am swooning. Gabe is growing up to be a strapping young man. It's fun to watch all the kids grow up. Both of them could fly the space plane now.
I spent most of my time gazing at Amy, still in disbelief that she married me. Bill and Jessica are half her and half me. That is so cool. Hopefully they got my good parts, but even more important hopefully they're more her than me. In other words, life was good and I was still lazy.
Luna walked out on to the patio. You know, Mayor Luna of Robertville. She made a perfect dive and swam over to Amy and me. Yeah her official town uniform seemed to be tankini bottoms. Worked for me. Sure made it easier when you wanted to dive into the Mediterranean. I suspect it was the only town in the world where the Mayor drove a golf cart and was usually topless. A nice town in which to live, although I guess we didn't, since we were on the main island.
Luna swam up and held on to our floats, sort of half on and half off. Basically it gave me a wonderful view of her breasts and fine breasts they are. Given I was naked, it was pretty obvious I was enjoying the view. She pushed herself up farther and took me in her mouth. Wow, now that's civil service. She bobbed for a while, but didn't get me off. She actually did a complete roll, off my float and onto Amy's and ended up between Amy's legs. Amy she got off, but she has a hair trigger, so to speak.
Luna slid back down into the water and said she had something to discuss with the Queen and King. Oh yeah, us.
"You're subsidizing this whole country pretty substantially. Now it isn't making that big a dent in anything, and everyone is clearly having fun, but I think you should consider actually generating income on the island. I know, I know, $500B, but still. Honestly, I'm a little bored being mayor. Everyone is so fucking happy and appreciative, I don't have that much to do. I have to work out at least two hours a day to exercise off all the dinners I am invited too. It's going to kill me," said Luna.
"What did you have in mind?" said Amy.
"I was thinking that we expand the far island into an actual nudist resort. Not the main resort on the big island. I'm thinking we take the far island and build three resorts, a few miles apart. The closest would be a nudist resort, just like the one that Marcel and Margot run. Just nudists, nothing more. Very family oriented. The resort down the road would be an entire resort just like the play area behind the wall in France. Carefully vetted. All the public sex you wanted. Adults-only and freaky. Not just a little area behind the wall, but an entire resort," said Luna.
"What about the third resort?" I asked, although I had an idea.
"Oh that's the freaky family resort. I think you establish some careful boundaries, but this is your country. You can do damn well whatever you please. I have some ideas, like only with parental permission, and I have some ideas for minimum ages," said Luna.
"Keep going," said Amy.
"Well, my thinking is different for kids and adults. I think for interaction with an adult, using the old school 18 is an adult, you have to be 9. If your partner is under 18, you can be as young as 5 for oral, or 7 for anything. I used Ruby as my model," said Luna. "I'd even suggest we could host 7th birthday parties. Sort of initiation parties," said Luna. "That matches up with my personal experience and I felt like I was ready. I ran this by your kids to get their opinions, and we haggled a bit, but all settled here."
It is an intriguing idea. Nowhere else in the world would work. It's our country. We would be the pariahs of the world if we were found out, so we'd have to try to keep a lid on it. We'd need to research if other countries could impose their laws if we entered their country. We would absolutely have to stop all play anywhere else in the world. Period.
"What about access?" I said. "Do we have to make our little runway an actual international airport? It's also a good 40 miles from where you'll build. Do we even want that?"
"I thought of that," said Luna. "No, we don't want that at all. Not at all. So two things. First, we make the 'gateway' to Dionysus the resort in France. You have to be a customer in good standing, for years, to be considered as a guest here in Dionysus. For the first resort, you're a member of the regular nudist area. For the second resort, you're already a member in good standing for the walled area. As for how to get here, there are two approaches. We could bring them by helicopter from the Athens airport or we could do it by ferry from our Athens marina. The first is easier, as they don't have to get to the marina."
"Did I miss an Athens marina? Since when do we own an Athens marina?" said Amy, beating me to the question.
"For a few months. I bought it. The ferry works great, but is a limited schedule. I bought a good size marina in Athens, right on the public transit line. There is plenty of parking and a ton of tie-ups. Most people have been just leaving their cars in Athens now or use public transit and grab a boat. I bought a bunch of Midnight Expresses and they use them as loaners or they just take their own boat. You did buy them all boats. Generally a family or two meetup. The funny thing is that everyone DOES use the ferry when they need any work done on their car. The service here on the islands is that good," said Luna. "Oh, I also bought the Mercedes and BMW dealers in Athens and offer them at cost for residents. The mechanics here in Robertville are certified and can do warranty work too. Hey, I'm the mayor. You didn't think I was just sitting around flashing my tits, did you? I work hard while flashing my tits."
Would it be worth it? Maybe. It would be damn fun. We need an Attorney General, or whatever else we would call it. We actually need a legal code, with some laws in it. Who knew a country would be so complicated? Blake. It has to be Blake. He's a lawyer now. Sota would coach him.
"How do people even find out about the third resort and join?" asked Amy. Yeah, I'd wondered that too.
"That's the tough one," said Luna. "We have to think about that. It's probably the last resort to build. I'm thinking it works just like the walled area in France. You can only join with the personal referral of an existing member. I'm thinking that you have to submit a video of yourself doing something most people would find pretty damn inappropriate. Face visible. In other words, out yourselves to us first. That would be our insurance. I'm pretty sure Jackson and Jamie can suggest the first few members. They have an extensive network. The other rule would be no asshats. You know what I mean." Yes, we do.
"I think we need to talk to Sota," I said. "He's the only international attorney we know."
"Already did," said Luna. "It's one of the reasons his family visited a few weeks ago. I strongly believe even these conversations can only happen here." Hard to argue that point. "He thinks it will work. He wants to bring another attorney in on the discussions, but I said I couldn't do that without your permission. Given the other attorney has fucked all three of Sota's kids and Sota's fucked all of his, it feels OK, but I think we should invite them to come here to visit and get some good quality safety pics first."
Amy and I quickly agreed. Seemed safe.
"What about the resorts?" said Amy. "Have you laid them out and designed them?" Luna laughed.
"Predictable aren't I?" said Luna. "I needed something to do with my time and Chloe and Ben mostly live here now. Heck, they have their own house now on the far island. There's was the first house we built. Oh, that's the other thing. Each of the three resorts would have a village too. Not a free village, but one were they lease houses from the Kingdom. I don't see ever selling land, or houses, and we would want total control over any residents to ensure safe people. Chloe and I have been talking about it and suggest we set a minimum size of 20,000 square feet. That should keep out the riff-raff." Yeah, we all laughed. I'm pretty sure we're all riff-raff. Amy looked at me and laughed.
"Yes, we are riff-raff," said Amy. Yeah, she's still in my head. I'm used to it though. Someday we'll just communicate telepathically. Well, one way. It's not like I can read anybody's mind.
"No, you can't," said Amy. See?
"When can we see them?" asked Amy.
"I invited all the kids to dinner, plus Chloe and Ben, so we could all see them together. I warned Elias, since it is a pretty big group. I included Julia and their kids, plus all the 'plus ones' from your family. I thought they'd all have good ideas," said Luna. "Hope it was OK to plan a party at your house without asking. Oh, I including Athina and Angie and their kids too. Mostly because I know the night is going to end up with some fun and, well, I like them. Don and DeeDee and Will and Gail are here too, so they're in."
Amy and I both laughed. I can't remember the time there were less than 15 people at dinner. We're a fun family.
Yeah, neither was Bob. Oh I tease him and he does it to himself, but he is a pretty amazing guy. He started all this with his programming and then he started a country. Don't forget the BBF fund too. He's so cool and just happy to defer to my Type A personality. At least I think he is. I hope he is. I'm sure he is. Right?
It was a big dinner. Our four kids, plus their five partners and kids. Yeah, that made me laugh. Leslie and her pair of partners. Morgan and Sophia's kids, Elena and Luca. Jesse and Julia with Gabe and Ruby. Chloe and Ben. Luna, Blake, and Alison. Don, Deedee, Will, and Gail. Angie, and Athina, with Dora and Yiannis. Elias, of course. 31. Oh, yes, Elias was part of dinner and more. Family, remember? Hey, he spent enough time in our bed. Wowza.
We had a glorious dinner and, no it wasn't prime rib and lobster. Elias was guiding us to better eating. No less delicious, but not as much meat and potatoes. Or meat and lobster. The fish he found locally was simply amazing. Some of the Greek dishes were my new favorites. Oh, and I can have wine now. Happy dance!
Back to the task at hand. We all sat in the living room and Chloe and Ben showed their designs on the TV. We started with the family nudist resort. It was nice and upscale, but really just a nice resort hotel. Oh, a very nice resort hotel, with a full marina and all the toys. Cottages, of course, as that's our thing. The pricing would depend on proximity to the water. There were a number of cottages out ON the water, with small boats to get back to shore. Yeah, those would cost a fortune. There was even a go cart track.
"Where is the fun for the kids?" ask Yiannis. "The older kids can do the wave runners and other things, but what about the 5-year-olds. The 9-year-olds. What did I miss?"
"Good point," said Chloe. "It isn't that we forgot, it is that we have no idea what to build." She used the pointer to show a large, empty area. "We were thinking a playscape like no other. What else would you build?"
"Well, you can't be outside all the time. I'd build a really big play center. Think a super daycare. One room with climbing things like a giant McDonalds. Another with tons of bounce houses and slides, like those places where you go for a birthday party. I'd have another that was gymnastics. I'd do an indoor pool, with swimming lessons. All kinds of play centers for the littlest kids. I'd build a big path for roller skating and bike riding. I'd have a whole area for the little kids. Have people to do all those things that parents hate, from teaching them to skate, to teaching them to ride a bike. Build a BMX track for the older kids. Heck, I'd have someone that teaches a class in tying shoes. I know it drove my parents nuts. Maybe even a class on how to pick outfits and get dressed. It's a nudist resort. It's not like it is an issue if they see each other naked while they're changing. Oh, and an entire giant room dedicated to Lego," said Yiannis. "That's off the top of my head."
"How about some classwork?" added Dora. "You could have summer school for the kids that needed some remedial work. Who wouldn't like summer school naked? I'd add a water park and a big merry-go-round. If you're up for it, a small zoo, particularly if the kids can help care for the animals. Maybe just a petting zoo with simple animals like goats and cows and chickens. Oh, and since it will be particularly busy during the holidays, why don't you have a nice upscale clothing store for kids? Give them a budget and have people that take them shopping. That would be super popular and they'd pay stupid prices, particularly if you shipped them home so they didn't have to carry them. In fact, all you'd need would be the sample sizes. You could have them shipped directly. You wouldn't have to do anything but sell."
"One important note," jumped in Gabe. "Don't make the parents have to do ANYTHING. It should all be run by qualified, background checked people. Give them their vacation and one for the kids. You can charge a fortune for it."
"On the same theme, teach them to wakeboard, water ski, ride a wave runner, all those things, for the older kids," said Chris. "And where's the movie theater? In fact, where's the movie theater in Robertville? Maybe you need an upscale shopping area outside Robertville and there could be excursions for the guests. I'm thinking Rodeo Drive level stores and restaurants. Would sure generate jobs for the residents, particularly if you're opening up Amyville." Amyville? Oh, I had to ask.
"Amyville?" I asked.
"Well, that's what we've been calling the new village," said Luna. "We can change it, but it needed a name. We figured we'd honored our King, so we should honor our Queen. Hey, does that mean I get upgraded to governor, or do we need another mayor?"
"Oh, you're Governor Luna, for sure," said Bob.
"Don't forget an outstanding gym, with personal trainers," said Blake.
"What about a flight school?" added Leslie. "That could even be for the adults. Have a bunch of 182s or TTxes. If they were here for two weeks or more, and were really dedicated, they could leave with their certification. Make a deal with the other countries to accept your training and they go home with their license. You could even offer higher level training for those that already know how to fly a single, getting their multi, or jet, if they have their multi."
"Why has no one mentioned rides in the F16, the gunships, and space flights?" asked Morgan. "You could charge six figures for a spaceflight. Oh, and you know a lot of frustrated middle age guys would pay big bucks to blow shit up. You have a freaking tank. Build a tank obstacle course."
Yeah, we all laughed, but you know we were building a tank obstacle course.
"Some of this stuff can serve all the resorts. It's not like people will all know each other. Build a common area in the middle of the island for that kind of stuff. If you're doing a flight school, build another runway, right down the middle of the island. No, build several, crossing, so you can safely take off and land," said Sophia. "Oh, and I'm certified in the G650 now." She said that last part just beaming. We all congratulated her.
"Can I suggest we take a break?" I said. "I really need someone to fuck me. Let's have a lot of sex, then come back to the next resort, OK?" Yeah, everyone was in. Given we were all already naked, it didn't take that much work to be ready. Within seconds of me saying the word fuck, damn near every cock in the room was hard.
I'm not going to describe everything. You've read the journal. You get the idea. We were all spent. Got it?
Throughout the night, everyone made sure that all the cum ended up in me. I didn't have a clue what had generated it, but SOMEBODY kissed it to me. All of them.
The life of a Queen.
We reviewed the other two resorts, but they were variations of the same theme. Chloe did agree that almost all the suggestions for play areas could be shared. The marina for the first two resorts could be shared. The third resort was pretty far up the island, so it got a duplicate of virtually everything. It had to be more secure. Chloe even showed us a mockup of how the road would ended at fence, with trees right behind the fence. With the press of a button, the fence would open, and the trees would move.
Limited access.
Construction started the next day. It is simply amazing what can be done ridiculously fast when enough people are put on the problem. Why the hell can't nine women have a baby in a month? OK, OK, babies were on my mind. I wanted another one, but...
When we got back to Dionysus, we kept thinking back to the Deputies in Florida. They just couldn't believe we could legally drive. Dionysus is different and we like that. Adults here expect us to be able to excel and to accomplish things at a young age. Look at Leslie and Chris. Pilots. Boat racers. Graduated high school at 11.
Or Morgan. Won the Indy 500 at 16.
Or, hey, us. We got pulled over driving our cars, that we brought with us on the Hypersonic plane we had flown Florida. OK, that one even blows me away, but still.
So where was I going with this self-congratulatory post? And yes, I may be 9, but I know the word self-congratulatory. I also speak eight languages.
But you were underestimating me, weren't you?
OK, rant over, but still, we wanted to do something about it. We wanted to encourage the kids of Dionysus to do more. Anyone over the age of four could drive one of the golf carts. It wasn't a matter of regulation, it was a matter of reaching the pedals. It wasn't even a discussion or a training course or anything. If you could reach the pedals, off you went to the park. Or the general store. Or wherever. If you went to the general store, they sold you whatever you wanted, and put it on your family's account, because you were expected to make reasonable purchases. Yes, they had candy and snacks and, no, none of us ate too much of it. For one, we were taught exercise and nutrition at a young age and the PE program at school was extensive. Our kids had abs.
Oh, don't get me started on boats and waverunners. No minimums there either.
But cars were something that people used outside of Dionysus. To do so, you needed to be licensed and insured. In Ruby and my case, and the older kids with licenses, we were self-insured by the Kingdom, but that wouldn't work long-term and we all knew it. Too much risk.
Yep, I'm nine now and I get all that. Stop underestimating me.
So Ruby and I decided to solve multiple problems.
For the last one, we asked for the help of the Dionysus Prime Minister. Who also happens to be our UN Ambassador. Chris.
But as she pointed out, we had to solve the first two problems first. So we created a driver's training program and licensing system for drivers licensed by the Kingdom.
The first test was physical. Even with pedal extenders, you had to be 4'4". That's the shortest we felt you could safely drive. We also put you in the car and if we didn't think you were safe, you were deferred until you grew.
The actual process started with you submitting a written application to the program, including an essay on why you felt like you were ready to drive and what your previous related skills were, such as boats, golf carts, and more. You had to fill it out yourself, by hand. No computers, no help.
Your parents had to fill out an equally complex application, including a written essay on why they felt you were ready. If you still had a relationship with both parents, even if you didn't live together, they both had to write an essay and they both had to sign. If they didn't want to put in that level of effort, you were not ready, as you didn't have the family support you would need.
To even get in the program, you had to pass an interview with Ruby and me and it was intrusive. Oh come on, we don't mean that, although I admit at least 80% of our interviews did include that. We might as well have fun and, no, it wasn't required. Just fun.
The program itself was incredibly rigorous. The written test was an hour long, which meant that there was an implied minimum educational level to get your license. You also had to be fluent in English, regardless of your native language, which was Greek for most of the kids. Oh, and that original application? English. Written English. Grammatically correct written English.
Finally, you had to drive. We had the track, remember? We taught class every Saturday morning. We recruited Orlando to teach as well. Once we got more trained drivers, it would be easier, because your license includes a commitment for 10 Saturdays a year as a trainer. If we wanted this to continue, we needed help. If we didn't think you were ready to train another kid, you didn't get your license. You were not ready.
Since we didn't think our Acuras were the best first cars for everyone, we bought some bland sedans and had our local auto shop install pedal extenders. We found them on Amazon. You can find everything on Amazon. They were actually quite nice and opened up a lot more cars to me. We also had our mechanic disable the airbag. I know that sounds bad, but all our drivers wore their seatbelts and the airbag was dangerous for child drivers. Of course both of these things meant that kids could only drive cars we'd modified, but given most would only drive in Greece, or maybe Europe, that wasn't a major problem.
OK, I am getting into too much detail on the training program. I'll tell you how we solved the insurance problem, but first let's jump into our first class. I'll tell you how they did in class, then I'll bet you want to hear about the impromptu orgy after, don't you?
We started with a class of six kids, with their parents. The funny thing is that all six were kids of single parents that had recently moved to the island. The island was growing and singles were important. Not all had kids, but most did. All of their parents had been hired as the first team for the nudist resort. The first resort was done, the second was almost done and the third was getting started. All of these parents and families had been interviewed for the third resort, but would start at the first. Remember what the third resort is? Anything goes? Yeah, they were going to be fun students and parents for sure.
So let's go with introductions.
The first two kids were brother and sister. Carmine was 13, so plenty big for a regular car. Big in other ways too. About 5'6", maybe 120, and clearly an athlete. I can tell you from experience that he has a nice thick six-inch cock. Carlina was 7, so younger than me, but about my size. Both had blonde hair and but still had that sexy Italian thing going for them, but none more than their dad, Romeo. Yes. Romeo. Even I get that. He was 6'4" of Italian hunk and for good reason. He was a personal trainer at the new resort. Given he would be doing that in the nude, he was a fantastic hire. Muscular, friendly, and an incredible thick eight-inch cock that he absolutely knew how to use. Great oral skills too. Oh, and he understood the importance of cleanup. I did enjoy seeing him both fucking his little daughter and taking Carmine's cock in his ass, sometimes in a nice train.
Sorry, going off-topic there.
Next up was Halvor, who was Norwegian. The resorts were recruiting from all over the world, which was going to be wonderful. More people, more languages. Halvor was nine, and so fucking beautiful. I'd do him. Oh, yeah, I did him. He had a nice thin four-inch cock.
Perfect for my ass.
Halvor's mom, Gerda, was a Captain in our new Dionysus security force. She was an ex-homicide cop and damn good at her job. We didn't expect trouble, but all three resorts would have heavy security, provided by our security force, and they had started patrols of the rest of the islands too. Just the safe thing to do. They were all trained EMTs too. Oh, you want to know more about his mom, do you? I'll bet you're expecting some blonde amazon, aren't you? Not even close. Barely five feet tall, and a little slip of a woman, but one tough person. She exuded strength, some physical, but mostly mental, or even intellectual, if you get the difference. I do, and I'm 9. Surely you get it, right?
OK, that's three kids and two adults. Halfway there.
Next up was a sister and brother. They're Filipino, and it is a good thing they're just a little older, because they're pretty small. No stereotype there. They're actually small. Me too! The girl was Mahal, and 12, although you'd never guess it. Petite, slender, with no visible development. Not even down there and I checked personally. Inside and out. The brother was Rosito, who was 10, and almost exactly the same size as his sister. The one area where he was not small for his age was his almost five-inch cut cock. Oh, and he really knew how to use it. Let's just say the kids practiced. A lot.
Their mom was Maleah and the head chef at the first resorts. She was pretty petite herself, but stunning. She had the most stunning skin tone, almost a tan, with the most delicious dark brown nipples. Oh, and I really mean delicious. She also has a baby boy Lauro and is still lactating. Yeah, I thought it was a little weird at first, but...
One more student. Edo. Edo was Czech and 14. The oldest student and my god the most, um, developed. Easily six feet tall and strong, but lean, with a thin six-inch uncut cock. His oral skills were off the charts great. Not Orlando or Gabe great, but pretty damn good. Certainly not Ruby great, but no one is. No. One.
Sorry. Just thinking about Ruby going down on me, so I had to take a short break so, um, Ruby could go down on me. Feeling better now. Dripping, but feeling better.
Back to Edo. His dad was a front-desk clerk at Alpha. Oh, did I mention that the resorts were Alpha, Beta, and Gamma? Not very original, but at least they had names now. We should all aspire to Gamma, so to speak. Well, I do. Daily. You know.
Sorry, distracted again. Luca dropped by. Now I'm dripping even more, but I'm trying to type while he does cleanup. Kind of hard. Oh, he's hard again. Pen down. Be right back.
Well, he lasted a lot longer, so it has been a bit. Plus we had to do cleanup and got a little carried away making out and passing his cum back and forth. I guess you didn't need that detail, but I'll bet you liked it.
Edo's dad. The front desk clerk. Matus. Six feet of beefcake. Damn. He was going to have to model for us. You know. Model. A thick, seven-inch uncut cock and he liked anal. Giving and receiving. So did Edo. Good think they had each other, but they both liked me. And Ruby. Oh hell, who didn't?
So that's our first class. Carmine and Edo just needed a regular car, and the others needed the pedal extenders. We started them out in Honda Accords. Woohoo, so damn exciting. OK, they weren't but they were solid, reliable midsize cars. Yeah, this part is going to be a bit boring. No sex. Yet. Slog through it and I promise you'll get to more fun parts, but we think this is interesting.
We started with a race car on a hot track. They needed to understand it, because before they graduated, they'd be racing. We taught the basics in an open area on a taxi way, so they couldn't get in trouble. All did pretty well except, surprisingly, Edo. He just didn't seem to get the basics. Finally, Orlando rode with him. I don't know what tips he gave him, but he improved to the point where he got to stay in the class.
I'll skip WAY ahead. They all did well in everything from slalom, to parallel parking, to trailer towing. Yes, we required trailer towing. We did accident avoidance drills and more. We modeled that last part of the program after what the US Secret Service agents go through to learn how to be defensive drivers and protect the President. Are you seeing that this wasn't just about learning to drive? This was a tough course.
Finally, the last part was racing. Yes, we had more Acuras. We had extras, because our later classes would grow. They were going to play a well-spaced game of follow the leader.
First we took them for another ride. An aggressive ride. Ruby, Orlando, and I each took a student, then did it again. We started with a normal drive around the ring, at about sixty or seventy.
Then we did a lap at speed. We didn't do it as a race, as they weren't ready to experience that even as a passenger, but it was a flat out run. 150mph+ on the straights. On the Morgan line. Yes, all three of us can do it.
Every single one of them screamed at certain points on the track. We expected it. It was terrifying, particularly as a passenger where you didn't have control.
Except Carlina. Little 7-year-old Carlina. She laughed. The entire time. She fucking loved it.
We put them all in an Acura. Remember, these are NSX models, so fucking fast. We spread them out and gave them a 60mph speed limit. I put Carlina first, because I was pretty sure she wasn't going to pay attention to the speed limit. I called them all in when she was about to lap them. It wasn't that she concerned me. It was the others. I talked to Carlina about running at speed, and drafting, and a lot about safety, then I went out with her. Oh, not in her car. As her rabbit. I figured I'd lose her pretty quickly and at least she'd understand she had a lot more to learn.
I couldn't lose her. I started with a pretty conservative line, but pushing the speed. I kept getting more aggressive with my line, my braking, and my acceleration. I got to the limits of my ability, which is pretty high.
She never left my tail. Drafted me the entire time, until our eighth lap.
When she passed me. In a super aggressive move. Then I was chasing her. I could keep up, but I couldn't find a spot to pass her. She set the track record in one of the Acuras. Finally, I called her in.
Oh God I hugged her. I wouldn't have believed it if Ruby and I hadn't done basically the same thing on our first day. All the kids were going to graduate and get their license, but Carlina was going to join our Sunday racing fun. Yea, we'd come out on Sunday and drive everything we had. Given that Amy had bought a pair of about everything, including IndyCars, Formula E, NASCAR, and even Formula 1, that meant our races were damn fun. Running an IndyCar against an F1 car, for example, was a hoot. That should be a series.
We had every conceivable street car too.
OK, I'll tell you about one of those days, but for now, let's get back to our class. It was the end of the first day of a 10-week program. Yes, 10 weeks. To graduate, you had to be able to hit a specific time on the track in the Acura. It wasn't a race worthy time, but it was a time that required skill and confidence. No one but Carlina would be ready for the Acura for a few weeks. That's cool. I gathered them all together, including their parents.
I'll pass the pen to Ruby, as she did the final wrap up.
But time to close down the class.
"I'd like to thank you all for a great first day of our first class ever," I said. "I'd also like to thank your parents for letting you join us and doing so well in the class themselves. Don't forget, to get a Dionysus license, you have to go through this course, adult or kid. Most residents have licenses from elsewhere, but when they expire, they won't be able to renew, so tell them to sign up soon. Now, since class is officially over, Elena, Orlando, and I would like to offer you a celebration time. We have an apartment here at the track and anyone that is interested in getting naked and playing is welcome to join us. It is not required and will not affect your grade. We're just horny and suspect many of you are as well. You're all invited, parents included."
With that, the three of us started walking towards the apartment. Everyone followed us. Everyone.
Did you expect anything less?
Our next step was to find a Greek auto insurer that would cover the cars. This was preferable because so much of the driving would be in Athens and surrounding areas. And yes, some of our lessons on the track would focus on driving in heavy traffic. That's where the Army trucks will come in. No, not the tank.
We started with Jackson. We thought that if we could find a senior exec that was already in our group, so to speak, it might be easier. No, our plan was not to fuck him into agreement, but they would likely be more open to kids being more powerful, if you get my drift.
Then maybe we'll fuck them.
Chris offered to make the appointments, given she was pretty well-known as the kingmaker and while we might have to go there, we wanted to try this ourselves first. Jackson found what we hoped was the perfect person. The President of the fourth largest auto insurer was apparently a bit of a freak, in a good way. They were also based in Athens.
I decided to try the direct approach and had Amai call his office. Work with me here. I had Amai tell his office that Countess Ruby and Countess Elena of the Kingdom of Dionysus had a business proposition they would like to discuss and would like to make an appointment. I couldn't call myself. I needed my assistant to arrange the meeting. More gravitas and yes, I know that word. Everyone in Athens knew of the prosperity that Dionysus had brought to Greece. The Hayden foundation had spent heavily and Bob and Jason had made some pretty major investments. That was always an option -- they could buy an insurer, but not the preference.
On the day of our appointment, Elena and I dressed up in nice, attractive sundresses, but not risque. We took the ferry to Athens in my Acura. The ruby red one, remember? Top down, of course. It was a glorious day. We pulled up to the insurance company's office and they actually had valet parking. Yeah, that valet was confused when we drove up. I adjusted the pedals for an adult before I got out, so I am sure it was particularly confusing when little old me got out of the driver's seat. We got a lot of confused looks, but then a nice smile when I tipped him a hundred euros. We saw he parked it right under the awning so you saw it when you walked out of the building. It is a damn fine car.
We took the elevator to the top floor and presented ourselves to his assistant. She was seriously attractive. Dark hair, mid-twenties, cleavage. Oh, we'd both do her.
Sorry, distracted there.
"I am Countess Ruby of Dionysus. This is my friend and colleague, Countess Elena," I said, in English. "We have an appointment." Yeah, we got the looks we expected. This wasn't going to go smoothly. She tried to blow us off but I am Countess Ruby, so you know that failed. Finally we were ushered in and introduced to Karter, the President. The condescension started early. I am sure he knew enough of the history of Dionysus to believe, correctly, that we were born in the US, and therefore were rubes. Ruby the rube. OK, Elena was born in Italy, but you get the idea.
"Well, I can't possibly do business with two little girls playing dress up," he said, while shaking our hands with all smiles. He just said it in Greek.
"Oh, we assure you, our business proposition is legitimate and profitable, regardless of our age," said Elena. In Greek. His shock was evident.
"You speak Greek?" he said. It had knocked him down a bit, so he was actually polite.
"We both speak English, Greek, Italian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, Hindi, Japanese, Mandarin, German, and a smattering of Swahili," I said, also in Greek. "We understand and have partial fluency in at least a dozen others. You have underestimated us. Please do not do it again, or we will take our proposal to your competitor. You are the President of the fourth largest insurer, which means that there are three larger with whom we could do business. We are only here because we got a personal recommendation from a mutual friend. I believe his words were, and I quote, that you were a bit of a freak."
That sat him back a bit. He stammered and was about to launch into a denial, but he didn't exactly know what he was denying.
"Stop. You shouldn't worry about that. No matter what earned you the term freak, you are less of a freak than either of us," said Elena. His fear turned to a smile, and he did that up and down look of both of us again. No buddy, you're not fucking us today.
"But that is not why we are here today," I said, dashing his hopes.
We went through all the details of our program and our desire to establish a relationship with an insurer to provide coverage for our drivers.
He didn't want to hear it.
"No one your age could possibly drive. Just can't happen and even if they could, they wouldn't be good enough to risk insuring them," said Karter. "It's not like you drove yourselves here." Elena and I laughed. I handed him my valet ticket.
"Call the valet stand. Ask them what car that is and who was driving it when it drove up," I said. He balked, but finally did. There was a lot of 'no ways' and then grudging acceptance.
"It still doesn't mean your driver's program is good enough," he said.
"I'll tell you what. Why don't you come to the island on Saturday. We'll send a helicopter to pick you up wherever you suggest. We have a class in its second week. If you can outdrive our best student, on our race track, which is quite complex, then we will walk away. If you can't, then we'll talk about a deal," I said. "Oh, and our best driver is a 7-year-old girl. If your day goes really well, maybe you can let your freak out, but I wouldn't count on that. You can dream though."
He might have passed up the first idea, but there is no fucking way he was passing up the second, even if it was a long shot. We agreed on a place that our pilot could pick him up, at 0800 on Saturday. With that, we did a little shopping in Athens, had a nice lunch, and went home. Yeah, the valet attendant at the restaurant was just as confused. It's kind of fun.
Ruby here.
Saturday snuck up fast and it was time to go pick up Karter. We'd invited his family, but he said he would just bring his two kids. You know damn well we were going to fuck with him, so Elena and I flew over in one of the Dionysus gunships. Armed. We put on our Air Force uniforms, that had Countess Ruby and Countess Elena stitched on the front. We landed and opened the door. Karter almost laughed at our uniforms.
"What, is it dress up day on Dionysus?" asked Karter. Oh, this wasn't going well.
"You clearly do not understand Dionysus at all. The children are strong and powerful. Elena and I are leaders in our Air Force," I said. "We can explain more when we reach the airport. Please get on board."
He and his two kids got on board. His daughter Cora was 12 and truly a beauty. Copper skin, dark hair, solid B cup perky breasts, unconstrained by a bra. Given their dad is a freak, I wasn't surprised. His son Semaj was 10 and clearly commando in shorts that were just a little small. We'd told them shorts casual, so even Karter was in shorts. What made me laugh was he was wearing a Hayden polo. That was going to be interesting. Elena and I both hugged the kids. You know, we're huggers. Semaj definitely ground a growing cock into me and Cora kissed me. No, not the air kisses. On the lips, probing with her tongue. Oh, I opened my mouth and our tongues just danced. We were in the privacy of the helicopter by now, so I took the opportunity to squeeze her breast. She moaned into my mouth.
I liked these kids.
I asked Cora if she would like to ride in co-pilot seat. She squealed and agreed. She headed forward and I sat down and strapped in. A few moments later, we took off over the water.
"Where is the other little girl?" asked Karter. "I know she was with you."
"Who did you think was flying the helicopter?" I asked. He blanched.
"That can't be. She said she was 9!" he shouted, in a bit of panic.
"Did you think we wore these uniforms for fun?" I said. "You seriously underestimated us. Again. You're thinking like a protective parent who controls their children. Our country encourages the child to expand their abilities. We have about 300 kids six and over. We have limited slots in our driving program and the application process is complicated and lengthy and involves a lot of effort on the parent's part. Of the 300, 280 have been approved and are on the waiting list. As more complete the program, we will have them teach. We will show you. With your permission, we would welcome you to apply for the program for your children."
"But they're 12 and 10!" he said.
"Yes they're getting a late start but that's OK, but let's get back to the Air Force. Elena and I are trained and certified in dozens of aircraft. You're riding in an armed gunship being piloted by a nine year old. If you're interested, either of us can take you into space. We have three space planes and we both can fly them. If you prefer we could take you for a ride in an F/A-18 or F-16. If you're in a different mood, we have 747. We can both pilot it too."
He looked stunned or maybe just confused. His son didn't miss a word. After all, he is 10. Older than Elena and the same age as me. His dad probably thought he was too young for an iPhone. Just then we landed, right next to the giant hanger. Every plane I mentioned and more were visible.
"Can we go in space Dad?" asked Semaj. Karter looked confused.
"It is not something you should pass up," I said. "Let's do the cars first, and then go out to lunch. I know a nice restaurant in Paris or Tokyo. Your choice."
We climbed down and Cora hopped out, giddy. She gushed about the ride and then stopped, looking at the planes.
"That's a space plane," she said, with awe.
"Yes and we are going to lunch in Tokyo," said Karter, a bit boastfully. Well that's progress.
We hopped into one of the people mover carts and drove over to the class area. Class was already going on. Orlando, Chris, and Leslie were teaching. The two kids clearly recognized them all. We had to go through the introductions but they had to go back to teaching.
"Nice shirt," said Chris, as she turned away. We hadn't said their last names, but Cora clearly understood.
"Dad, you do realize that was Chris Hayden, right? Director of the Hayden foundation? Most powerful young woman in the world?" said Cora. Karter looked shocked.
"Chris Hayden is a little girl?" he said. Oh boy.
"No," I said. "She is a powerful young woman. But you really should refer to her properly as Princess Chris. The three people you just met are all members of the Royal family. Two princesses and a prince." Cora and Semaj were grinning. Karter just looked overwhelmed.
I called Carlina over and did introductions. I shared she was our best student.
"Remember our deal," I said. "If you can outdrive Carlina, then we walk away. If not, we sit down and have a legitimate conversation about our program. Let's start with a ride."
"Carlina can you take Karter for a ride? I'll take Cora and Elena can take Semaj," I said. "Leslie, can we have the track?"
"Sure we will do parking drills," she said. She called everyone in. They were driving the Hondas.
I led the way into the garage and up to the Acuras. Yeah that got a look. We got into the cars and got everyone strapped in. We had helmets with radios and I talked to Carlina. I knew Karter couldn't hear.
"Full race. You lead. We will draft," I said.
"Roger," said Carlina. Good girl. Let him be surprised.
We pulled out on to the track and Carlina took us up to about 60 through the first few turns.
We reached the longest sweeping straight and Carlina started pulling away. Faster and faster. I looked down and as we approached the next turn, we had hit 185mph. Damn that girl is aggressive. Cora didn't let out a peep except laughing. Elena told me Semaj did the same.
Carlina said Karter screamed almost the entire time. We did three laps which is close to a half hour and pulled in to applause from the entire class.
We got out and Cora and Semaj were jabbering and excited. Karter actually slipped down and sat on the ground. I walked over and sat down next to him.
"Still think kids can't drive? Now most won't match Carlina but nobody passes the course without driving these cars. To graduate they have to drive at a pace pretty close to that. This applies to children and adults. It is the only way to get a Dionysus license. You do realize they will be your lowest risk drivers? As I said, we will be happy to put Cora and Semaj through the program. You still get to decide if they can drive afterwards. They could sign up for flying lessons too," I said. "But we can talk on the plane. The other three instructors are coming so we will have plenty of pilots."
I so wished I could tell the story of Chris and Morgan doing a rescue in space.
We climbed onto the plane, after Orlando and Chris did the preflight. We all got settled in and took off. Leslie, Elena, and I sat with our guests. We were going to do one entire orbit, so we had a bit of time. We got up pretty quick and I unbuckled and floated out of my seat. The other kids followed suit, and finally Karter did too. Leslie pushed off and floated over to Semaj and Cora, who were right next to me. Leslie isn't bashful.
"So, perhaps I am being forward, but do you two fuck?" said Leslie, in Greek. The two kids just beamed but looked to their dad, who heard it too. Leslie turned to him.
"What about you? Want to fuck me?" said Leslie. "Fucking in space is pretty cool." He beamed too. Yeah, looks like he did. Elena and I started undressing. You know we did. It wasn't more than a minute and everyone was naked. I pushed over to the storage cabinet and handed everyone Velcro socks and showed them how they could walk. Yeah, six of us, naked except for socks. Elena took Cora's hand and pulled her over to a couch and started going down on her. Leslie took Karter's hand and showed him how to fuck her doggy style and not float away. I think he was pleased that his cock was a little bigger. I leaned over next to Leslie and motioned for Semaj to fuck me. Before he did, he leaned down and started licking me, then rimming me. Damn, he took me over, then slid right in.
I told them that you had to cum IN someone and then lick it out or the cum would ruin the plane. That actually seemed to make them happy. I know Semaj cleaned me right out and damn if he didn't kiss it to me. I saw Karter do the same for Leslie. We finally got dressed and swam around the cabin for a bit. It's quite fun. By then it was time to land. It is a fucking space plane.
We landed and pulled up to our hanger. We moved over to the helicopter and flew to the apartment, then went downstairs. We had landed at 1300 Greece time, which was 1900 Tokyo time, so we actually went to dinner but it was our lunch and we'd get back to Dionysus before our actual dinner. I think it blew their minds a little.
On the way back, Elena and I outlined our program and Karter agreed to take it to his board. He suggested that we present it at the next board meeting. That was a change of heart. Maybe it had something to do with his getting to fuck Leslie on the way to Tokyo and both Elena and me on the way back. Or it could have been when Orlando fucked him in the ass.
Or he could have just appreciated our business plan. He did agree that all three of them, plus his wife, would like to take our course. The adults would skip the basics.
Semaj also wanted to take flying lessons and, surprisingly, Karter agreed.