1 January 2019

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Tim Buchanan

I love email. Comments, suggestions, and ideas welcome. If you give me a story line, I'll name a character after you.

An appeal for ideas

Alpha opens!

As you remember, I'm Juanita's mom. Go way back in the journal and you'll read the story about the depths of despair that had overcome our family. Not just Juanita, but her little brother and sister, Gabe and Ruby. We shared a piece of shit Toyota that would barely run, and lived in a tiny two-bedroom apartment that had a bigger population of rats than people and there were five of us in that little place.

Then came Bob and Amy. Our saviors. Oh they're going to hate this, but it is true. They gave Juanita a chance and welcomed her into their family. Oh I absolutely mean that. They didn't just hire her. They did what families do and helped her turn her life completely around. We don't see her often enough now, as she went from the depths of hell to being the head assistant coach of the Orlando Magic. Yes, she has moved up in the organization. She's turned down three head coaching jobs, from the Knicks, the Celtics, and the Bucks, to stay with the Magic. Not because they're an amazing team, which they are, but because they're Bob and Amy's team.

But I'll let Juanita add to the journal one of these days. We talk almost every day and her happiness just shines through.

I set that stage because I wanted to share how the royal family has affected all our lives. Yes, I giggled when I typed royal family. They are, though, and they have taken these islands and now more and created a true Shangri-La. A Utopia. The promised land. And do you know what ties it all together and makes it work so well?

Sex.

I'm serious. Look at the repression and control associated with sex. Not here. Sex is fun. Sex is an integral part of life. Sex is meant to be enjoyed, not hidden. It's not considered taboo. It's not something to be hidden. Sex is joyous.

We've never had a crime on Dionysus. No assaults, no thefts, no domestic abuse. Oh we have a police force now, as an extension of the military, because we're about to have hotel guests. We're not that worried about our villages and our team members. Maybe it will happen, but hopefully not.

They're all getting too much sex.

Do you know we've never had a single report of bullying in our schools? Not one. The kids are blissfully happy. They're smart, they're challenged, and most important, they're treated with respect. Telling a child an outright no on Dionysus is rare. So rare that I doubt I have said no to Gabe and Ruby since we moved here. They're 11 and 13. They're old enough to make major life decisions. Who the hell ever thought they couldn't?

Ruby is the most decorated officer in our military. OK, she's the only decorated officer in our military, and that's because she got her little ass shot down.

Back to my point. Control. It was all about control.

It's the same with race and religion here on Dionysus. Religion doesn't play a major part in many people's lives, but it is important to some. Everyone respects that. We have services in our churches. What has been rooted out of religion on Dionysus is control, and it's corollary, hate. The same with race. Does anyone care if you're black, brown, yellow, or purple?

Nope

Clean shaven, bearded, lots of tattoos, or just bare skinned. Does it matter?

Nope.

Do you know why?

Sex.

We have a lot of it and it is hard to have a lot of hate for someone that gets you off. Regularly. Or even occasionally. Or maybe you just watched.

Doesn't matter. Dionysus is Shangri-La.

Look at me, getting all philosophical.

Well, I did just cum. Repeatedly. That helps. Yeah, you're expecting a big story here, aren't you? Do you know the stud that got me over the top and held me there?

Jesse. My wonderful, amazing, stupendous husband. My rock. Do you know that during the depths of our worst days, Jesse and I never once had a fight? Not once. Now that we're in paradise and the thought of a disagreement seems even more remote, even though he works for me while the resorts are being built. Dionysus is a bit of a matriarchy, so I doubt anyone is surprised.

So back to the current story. Today is the big day. Alpha opens officially at 1300. Everything is in place. Every employee has been trained and knows their role.

We're ready. So when do the ships and planes arrive?

They don't. For the next three weeks, we're open for the residents of Dionysus. Yes, we're going to treat our friends and neighbors as our guests and do it up right. Consider it a trial run. Everything is free and the only requirement is that you be honest. If your steak isn't perfect, tell us. If you think we should put more towels in a room, tell us. If the pool temp is too hot or too cold, tell us. We can't fix everything, particularly if half of you think the pool is too hot and half think it is too cold, but we'll do our best.

We expect mistakes. Many of the people on the teams are working in roles they've never done before. There isn't a supervisor or manager that has ever done this level of job before, but we don't have much in the way of management. We have teams. For example, we have a wait staff team at each restaurant. There isn't a manager. They bid on their shifts, in an app Bob created, and they can choose how the bids worked. Surprise, there was sex involved in most of the bidding, but we honestly didn't care. If it wasn't working, I'd step in, but I doubted I ever would. Maybe rarely. We paid well, housing was provided, everyone had healthcare, and it was OK to have sex with the guests, if they asked you and you wanted to. How many jobs allow that?

We had staggered everyone's check-in appointment so there would be no rush. Yes, check-ins were by appointment. We realized that we would get huge influxes of arrivals all at once, whether it was a plane landing or a cruise ship docking, so we didn't work like other resorts. If you had the app, you checked in online and could go straight to your room. If you wanted to have help, you made an appointment and had personalized service. If your appointment was after you arrived, there were plenty of things to do beforehand.

All the activities were coordinated in the app. We didn't have lines. If the interest was too high, we'd build more. No lines. Not for the water park. Not for the go-carts. Everything was scheduled. We actually used this test run to identify areas that needed more build-out. If an event had a lengthy waiting list, we needed more. I'll give you a good example. Remember the race track we built on the big island near the airport? One of our biggest, and most expensive activities was a driving course using simply spectacular cars. Our instructors taught you how to race. You had to take some pretty serious online classes before you even arrived at the resort, or your spot was canceled. Our goal was to issue them a license before they left and that program is tough.

The problem was too many people wanted to sign up, at $100K per person. So we did two things. We designed two more complete tracks, both on the resort island. We'd use the original one as overflow, since it involved flying people back and forth. They were not done yet, but would be before the grand opening in three weeks. We scrambled, because we needed more employees that could teach the classes and finding talented race car drivers that understood our culture took a bit. As it turns out, retired IndyCar drivers are a horny bunch. Isn't that handy?

Oh, you want to find out more salacious details, now don't you? I'm getting there. Remember though, this is Alpha. Alpha is just a nudist colony. No public fucking. No fucking kids, at least that we knew about. Let's face it, the first three weeks were island residents, so there was going to be a lot of kid fucking.

So enough background. It was time to walk the property again. OK, in some cases it was time to golf cart the property. It's pretty big. We had opened a few hours ago and so far, no reports of any issues. It doesn't mean there weren't any, just that I had not heard of any.

I walked out the door to the pool area and bam, my first problem. Right there in front of me, on one of the large pool lounge chairs was a young girl, of about 9, being absolutely pounded doggy-style by a boy of about 12. Now, in different circumstances that would have been pretty fun to watch, and maybe join in, but this was not a good thing here at Alpha.

Now Gamma would be a different story. So, time to deal with it.

"Kids, you've got to stop. You know the rules. No public sex of any kind," I said. They both just smiled at me and he kept pumping away. Just then he pulled out and came everywhere. On her. On me. Everywhere.

Good thing I was naked or he would have seriously messed up my clothes. Yeah, most of the employees were naked and just wearing a name tag on a lanyard. I liked it. I even liked the warm cum, but it wasn't OK. They got a lecture from me and I took their names and entered them on my phone. That was a warning and if they got another one, they and their families would have to leave.

"Listen, I'm glad you had fun, but you can't do it outside. You both have rooms you can go to. Hell, come to my office and you can fuck me, but it can't be where people can see it," I said. They apologized and said it wouldn't happen again. They'd just gotten carried away. Well, I understood it. She was a cute little thing and for his age, he was hung. They jumped in the pool to clean off and, what the hell, I did too.

Good thing our name tags are laminated and waterproof. Particularly given mine had cum all over it. Did I mention that I licked it off before I jumped in the pool? I did. I certainly did. I spent the next hour or so walking and riding and everything looked really good. I talked to a lot of people, of all ages, and all seemed quite happy. It did take a little getting used to the fact that we were all nude. Everybody handled it well, but some did get hard, and I understood that. Heck I took it as a compliment, particularly when the teenage boys did. I'm a mom, not a young girl. Still got them hard though.

I ended up back where I started, at the pool, and ran into the young couple again. You know which couple I mean.

"Did you mean it that we could come to your office?" said the boy. "Could we do it now? Could we both come? Could I bring my brothers? Please?"

Well, he did say please. I waved them with me and two more boys joined them. One looked about 10 and the other was young. I did ask him and he told me he was 9. I hope so. Although our rules allowed for the fact that you had been lied to. I led them into my office and shut the door. It's not like we had to strip or anything. The girl took my hand and led me over to the couch and had me sit down. She got down on the floor and started giving me attention. Outstanding attention. Mind blowing attention. She was really good at it. Her lips. Her tongue. Her fingers. All doing a fine job.

The 10-year-old boy stood on the couch and offered me his cock. Oh I sucked it. You know I did. The older boy, that I had caught, was sucking the cock of the little boy, right next to me. That was hot too. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and pushed her away.

"May I please fuck you now?" said the youngest boy. A polite bunch they were. I rolled over on my stomach and damn if he didn't do a nice job. I was already on the edge and small cock or not, I went over and over. He lasted longer than I expected, but then I felt him go off. Nothing came out, of course, but still nice. The 10-year-old took his place and the little girl laid face down on the couch next to me. The little guy recovered quick, because he was fucking her nicely. That's how it worked. They all three fucked me, then fucked her.

I did insist that the two older boys cum in my mouth. Then the girl got it in a kiss.

We ended the fun with me licking her to orgasm. I hadn't heard the door open, but I felt a cock slide right in me that was larger than the other three. Oh nice. I looked over my shoulder and it was my very own Gabe. He has a nice cock for his age. Ruby and Carlina were with them and they were in a nice 69 on the floor, with Ruby on her knees, taking the oldest boy�s cock.

OK, maybe we'd gotten a little out of hand, but it was nice. He came in Ruby, and you know I offered my cleanup services. Something about spreading her tiny lips and licking just really got me off. I do like to help out my children.

Finally we couldn't take anymore and all walked out and jumped in the pool. I met the parents of all the kids. The boys were all brothers and the girl was their cousin.

"I got to fuck Ms. Julia," said the little guy to his parents. They just beamed.

"Yes, they all did a very nice job," I said. The two dads got hard, but do you blame them?

The dad of the boys had his eyes on me. His brother and both wives didn't. They couldn't take their eyes on Ruby. Well, OK, Gabe too. I can't say I blamed them.

Back to the office. New friends are fun. I couldn't do this all day every day, of course.

Could I?

I won't describe everything, but let's just say the one dad got his wish and pounded Ruby doggy style. What about poor Gabe? Oh, he was at the back of the train fucking the dad. Oh, wait, not quite. Now the other dad was fucking Gabe. Long train, huh.

So back out to tour the grounds. I'd gotten a notification that there were some issues at the go-cart track. I took a cart and went over. Luckily the issues were minor. I had feared that the kids would get competitive and fight about something. They were competitive, but do you know what happened when they lost?

They congratulated the winner and kept practicing so they could improve. Hell, just attend one concert of our youth symphony and you'll begin to understand that.

Oh, Jesse wants the pen.

Jesse wants the pen!

My job today was to fix anything that needed fixed. Probably not me personally, but someone on my team. Building the resorts was my job and I am proud of them. You've heard our story about where we were less than two years ago, so I won't repeat it, but I must admit I am fucking amazed at what I can do when challenged. Heck, look at Julia. I've always known she was a powerful, capable woman, but now she gets to do so much. She's beautiful too, inside and out. I am incredibly proud of our kids. Look at Gabe and Carlina too. I always wanted to see my kids get married, but hadn't counted on it quite yet. I am equally proud of Ruby, even if she did get her little ass shot down. I will never forget that night. I wanted to trade places with her. It shouldn't have been her.

But really, it should have. Another powerful woman, at 11.

OK, enough reminiscing. Back to the resort. I really thought I'd be incredibly busy, but I wasn't. Things were going smoothly. Better than I expected. Oh, we had the occasional outlet that didn't work and little things like that, but the big things were going great. The crew that built the amusement park was all here, as that was all new to us, but all the rides were working well.

I was walking around with the heads of my two major crews. One was Phil, the construction foreman. Oh, you'd like Phil. He is a big guy, easily 6'5" (195 cm), and his hobby is martial arts. Yeah, tall, lean, and ripped. I can personally attest to his skills with his thin 8-inch (20 cm) cut cock. Personally. Did you get that?

The other person was Kyra. Kyra led all the other teams, from electrical, to plumbing, and more. She also was our number one fixer. If we didn't know what to do, she figured it out or found the people that could. Simply an amazing young woman.

And I do mean young woman. She's 17. Yes she is. She graduated from our high school within six months of arriving here, at 15. She decided she wanted to be in the trades, as they say, and had apprenticed on one of the crews that built this very resort. Julia and I had recognized her talent and authority early and plucked her off the team to take a leadership role.

Oh, there was a bit of a reaction to that by the teams. They all cheered and supported her. Yeah, you didn't expect that, did you? You should have. She led through example and her inner strength. Oh, it didn't hurt that she was a beautiful Greek girl, about 5'6" (168 cm), with perky B cup breasts.

Remember, the three of us were all naked, so everyone was enjoying her breasts. And Phil's cock. I seemed to get a few appreciative looks myself. It embarrassed me a bit, but I try to keep myself in good shape.

We were standing by the pool, just, well, enjoying the view for a moment. The pool was filled with people of all ages, shapes, sizes, and ethnicities. Damn that was cool, especially to a Hispanic guy that grew up in a really bad part of Tampa. How in the heck did I end up here?

Oh yeah, Bob and Amy. Our heroes (sorry your majesties, you'll have to live with reading that).

Just then three kids walked up. Two girls and a boy. The youngest girl was clearly in charge. They looked to be Italian or maybe Greek. You know, the beautiful smoooth skin tone? In fact, the girls looked a lot like young Sophias. You have that image in your head now, don't you? The girls were probably 9 and 14 and the boy was somewhere in between. He was just as beautiful.

"Pardon us for interrupting," said the youngest girl. "We were told that it is permissible to ask team members if they would like to have sex. We know you can say no, and will understand if you do, but the three of us would love to take the three of you back to our room. We're quite talented and we assure you it would be great fun for you all. We're also quite flexible and open-minded, so you can do just about anything you want to us. We brought scarves and other toys with us."

Well, you can imagine what happened. Phil and I got hard. Hell, I'll bet if you're reading this and have a cock, you did too.

I didn't answer. I just held out my hand to her. She took it and beamed at me. Damn, that smile could melt steel. The boy took Phil's hand and the older girl took Kyra's. Yes, you read that right. This was going to be fun.

They took us to their cottage and we found out that the younger girl and boy were 9-year-old twins. The older girl was only 11, but you would never guess it. I had guessed 14, based on nothing else than her nicely developed lips. No not those lips. The other lips. Her B cup breasts didn't hurt. She and Kyra looked a lot alike and that is not a bad thing. Not at all.

I'm not much of a writer, so I won't go into everything that happened. I'll just say we lost a couple hours of our afternoon and those scarves were used to tie me up. I also found out that clothespins are not just used for clothes. That was new to me.

I liked it.

Can't wait for Gamma

I could tell dozens of stories about the three-week trial, but let's just leave it at fabulous success. The opening of Beta was coming up soon. That was going to be fun too, but just adults. Yawn.

Can't wait for Gamma!

Denne turns 7. Oh yeah

I know we just held a block party a couple weeks ago, but we were hosting a huge bash tomorrow. We had offered to host Denne's birthday party.

His seventh birthday party. I am sure you understand the significance, but just in case you don't, seven is the age of consent for everything. Just oral was five, so he'd been sucked and he was an expert at getting both guys and girls off with his tongue and hands.

An expert.

I know this from experience. His sister Pari was just as talented and I assure you that Carlina would agree.

Pari is also nine. Yes, nine. You know what that means, right? Yes, you do. She is a spectacular fuck. Not Carlina or Ruby good, but damn fine. We don't really lock doors in Robertville, so it wasn't unusual at all to find one or both of them climbing in our bed. We didn't mind. At all.

Then again Tavi and Reina, Julieta, Pablo, Maisy, the twins Dan and Don, Grady and Dixie, and Jeff, Melanie, and Tyrell are just as likely to end up in our bed. Or the couch. Or the hot tub. Or once in a while bent over the kitchen table.

We're fun on our street. Fourteen of them, if you count Denne, and I do, all within walking distance. That's not even counting the parents and damn they're fun too. Usually they'd get home from school and the whole crew would wander into our house.

Carlina insisted on homework time first. She was quite the task master. They'd all sit around our big kitchen table and do our homework. She'd make sure of it. We'd walk around and effectively be tutors to the other kids. They were smart as heck and we'd help them move fast. That's what you do here. You help.

Of course, after homework was done... Usually there was quite the little orgy, although we play like normal kids too. Heck, we had waverunners and wake boats and ATVs and now we have a small go-cart track. At least once a week, if not two, all the parents came over and we had a big cookout or big dinner. Emilia actually arranged them all, since it ended up being work for her. We kept telling her to have those nights catered, but she wouldn't think of it. These informal parties were well-known, and everyone we knew could text Emelia and say they were coming. Usually another dozen or more would show up.

Last night was a good example. Everyone was over and she'd done two standing ribs on the outdoor grill, with all the sides. We had to work off all those calories, right? We played the big/little game. The over 16s and the kids. Three bowls. Bigs, littles, sex act. Evenly mixed between bigs on top and littles. H1 and H2 had dropped by. So had Arion and Nyssa, and their kids Danae and Sotiris.

I know I got to fuck Jennifer, Maisy, Don, and Dan's mom. It. was. awesome. I got fucked by Tomas and I think I'm still dripping. Carlina got Belle off, multiple times, and got truly pounded by Tavi.

Once the bowls were empty, it was free fuck. My most memorable was being in the middle of a train, with Don in my ass, while I was fucking Maisy. Tomas' cum was nice lube for Don. Brother and sister time, with me in the middle. Once we all came, Sotiris took Don's place and pounded me again. This time I was the middle of a train with Carlina at the front. Oh God, she was still the best.

Anyway, back to the party. Another Sofia special, but this time she brought in the big guns too.

Jackson. Oh yeah. We'd have bounce houses, and lawn bowling, and waverunners, and more. The centerpiece of the party though, was the deflowering of the birthday boy.

Oh, you thought I was kidding. Nope. It's their choice. They can do it privately or they can do it publicly. If you remember Denne, you know he chose publicly. In the living room. With an audience. It is also the custom that the birthday boy, or girl, gets to choose with whom they do the deed. Certainly that person can decline, but I've never heard of that happening. After all, the number one requirement of moving here is that you're pretty damn into sex. With everyone. All the time.

It's a nice custom.

Denne spent a lot of time with Carlina and me that last week, focusing on two things. The first was technique. Yes, he wanted to be good at it, so we gave him lessons. He knew how to get a girl off, but he didn't understand the whole seduction thing. I'd learned from the master of all, Orlando, and I taught him my best tricks. The slide down the body. The getting her close without touching her clit. The final sucking the clit in your mouth.

Oh, explosions occur. Every time. Even when they know it is coming. Or cumming. Carlina was a willing practice partner, but so was almost everyone else. Carlina showed him some special tricks with the master, Orlando. I showed him a few with Leslie and Chris, sometimes together. Even Ruby joined in and, well, Ruby.

Although Carlina was still my Queen.

Others showed him some tricks too. Hunter helped with both Leslie and Rylee. Noah helped with Chris and Hallie.

He decided to make a Top 3 list, so that if anyone turned him down, he knew who to ask next. He sure wasn't bashful about it. He wasn't going to be a 13-year-old nerd that had never been on a date. His list changed dozens of times over the final week. He finally landed on Morgan, Pari, and Rylee. Yes, his own sister was number 2. I think he was shooting for the starts with Morgan, but given both Amy and Amai had been on previous lists, I did respect his willingness to go high. I kept having to remind him that his limit was 17. But Amy? That would be an amazing first time, but then again so would anyone on his list. Remember Rylee? Sweet, innocent Rylee? Yeah, Rylee is a touch of a freak now. Remember the Austin trip where Chris' punishment was clothespins? Let's just say Rylee and Chris have been experimenting more and some of us are the experiments.

Damn, I'm off track. That happens when you write a journal entry. I understand Bob more now. Then again, I kind of am Bob, so...

Yeah, another tangent.

It was the birthday boy's sponsor who approached the potential partner. Yeah, that was me. I texted Morgan and asked if I could come talk to her.

"Denne picked me? Awesome! Sure I'll do it. Damn," texted Morgan. Her response surprised me, so I did the unthinkable.

I called her. Yeah, nobody talks on the phone anymore but this deserved it.

"How in the heck did you know?" I asked, without even saying hello. She laughed.

"There is not a female in this country that doesn't know that you're Denne's sponsor. Every one of them wanted to be chosen. From your own Carlina all the way up. They all wanted it. There's a huge betting pool on who he would choose. I win twice, because I bet on myself in the pool. There's an odds board on the town website too. You didn't know all this?" said Morgan. No, no I didn't.

"Put me on speaker and bring it up. They post the odds of the Top 10," said Morgan. I did what she said and she told me how to get to the hidden page. The Top 10 right now were.

1:2   Carlina
1:1   Gabe
3:1   Pari
5:1   Ruby
7:1   Rylee
10:1 Morgan
20:1 Elena
25:1 Kyra
30:1 Reina
32:1 Tegan

"There are a lot of pissed off young women in town. Click on the Vote link. You can vote for someone. The bets are all side bets," said Morgan. "Heck, I was in sixth place. I'm surprised. I do admit I love you're in second place. The only boy in the Top 10."

"Well, his list changed a lot. You've always been in the Top 3 though. You're the only one that was on every list he made," I said. "Don't tell anyone that. It's secret. I shouldn't have mentioned it."

"Your secret is safe with me. I'll be at the party, so don't bother telling me any details. Let's just say I'm going to be pretty damn wet when it is time," said Morgan. "See you tomorrow. I have to go get myself off. Sophia's not home and doesn't get home until morning and this got me hot."

"Come spend the night," I suggested. "You know Carlina and I would love to have you, and yes, I meant that in every possible way."

"Be there in 10. Be in bed. Naked," said Morgan. Damn. I hung up and went and found Carlina. I told her Morgan was on her way and we needed to be waiting in the bed naked. She didn't say a word, just headed towards our bedroom, leaving clothes in her wake. Well, cheer shorts and a camisole. It's about all she ever wore, if she wore anything. She knows those little camisoles turn me on. She has dozens of them, because I keep ripping them off her. It's kind of our thing.

We were barely in our bedroom, and just starting to kiss a little, when we heard Morgan land. I started playing with Carlina's clit, to get her close before Morgan got here. Oh God, Carlina was wet. The door opened and there was a vision. Morgan, already naked. She quickly took control.

"OK. I'm horny as fuck," said Morgan. "You two are going to fix that. Move Gabe. Carlina and I are going to 69, and you're going to fuck me hard while we do." With that, she motioned for Carlina to turn around. Oh, she knew what was coming. Morgan positioned herself over Carlina, leaving me to watch, from a simply spectacular angle. You know, Morgan on her knees.

"What are you waiting for Gabe?" said Morgan. "Fuck me. You've got more than one in you. I need as many as you can give me." With that, I obeyed, and climbed up and slammed myself in. Nothing gentle about that. I started really power fucking her, and Carlina was giving my cock and balls attention as I slid in and out. I got too close, too quick, so I pulled out. Yeah, that got a moan from Morgan. I waited a moment and slid back in. That became our pattern. Slam her until I was close, then pull out. During this, Carlina got her over time after time, just as Morgan did for Carlina. Finally Morgan told me to cum in her.

So I did. Gallons. So much it dripped out on to Carlina. She liked it. She opened her mouth and latched right on to Morgan and sucked every drop out. She pushed Morgan over and climbed up her body and pushed all that cum right into Morgan's mouth.

Oh, that got me hard again. Morgan pushed me on my back and climbed on. She told Carlina to get on my face. They started making out, but I couldn't see anything. You know, with Carlina on my face. She started bucking and so did Morgan, but Morgan kept sliding up and down. She played the same trick on me, occasionally stopping when she could sense I was close. Finally she let me finish and damn if I didn't fill her up again. She pushed Carlina off and slid up my body and sat right down. I licked and lapped, with all my cum flowing in my mouth, while she just kept cumming.

"Swallow it. All of it. You know you want to," growled Morgan. Oh, I did swallow it and I really did want to. While this was going on, Carlina had sucked me hard again and now she climbed on. She's so little and light and so damn tight that her bouncing got me off, for the third time, faster than you can imagine and yes, she slid right up my body too.

"Swallow it," growled Carlina, in a pretty good imitation of Morgan. Oh, and I did, I did.

Finally we all collapsed on the bed in a heap. We laid there for a bit and I heard both of their breathing slow. I told Alexa to turn off the lights and we didn't move until morning.

You know, the morning of the party. We woke up with Jackson stormed into our bedroom, all cheery and laughing. We were tired. Go away.

He responded by pulling his shorts down and offering us all his cock. Oh, we figured out how two people could suck the same cock. Oh yes we did. In the end, Morgan ended up with his cum all over her chest and pussy.

Jackson was nice and cleaned up his own mess.

What a way to start the day.

Jackson laughed and left the room and the three of us took a shower. It is a good thing we have a big shower. It's also a good thing that I recover quickly. For some reason, Morgan had a double-ended dildo in our shower, but since she did, we couldn't waste the opportunity. I bent Carlina over and Morgan bent me over. Yes, you can imagine us, dripping, in the shower, Carlina leading over the bench and the two of us pounding away, all the to sounds of Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing. Yeah, that's our go to sex song. Right?

We finally made it down to the kitchen, which was full of friends and family already. It's freaking 8 in the morning. There was a buffet setup and a young woman doing omelets. I didn't know who she was, but she made a mean omelet. But what's up with those weird hats and why was she wearing one, particularly given she was just wearing tankini shorts. Yep. Shorts and a hat. A pretty stunning young woman too. I'd guess late teens. Blonde hair. Fit. Firm B cups.

We live in a mansion where a topless omelet cook appeared to make us breakfast and not one person in the room thought that was weird enough to comment. Oh, and the tankini was neon yellow. I figured I'd at least talk to her.

"Hi, I'm Gabe, welcome to our home," I said, being as suave as I am capable of being.

"Hi! I'm Sonny," she said. "I can't believe I got this gig. This is the biggest party in town. Of course, I'd have rather won the contest."

"Seriously? You're gorgeous and could have anyone you wanted. Why the contest?" I asked.

"Are you kidding? Deflowering the virgin is cool and all, but we all know he's been going through training with you and Orlando. Since none of us will likely get a chance with either of you, the 7-year-old you trained is a catch," said Sonny. Wait, what? They'll take our trainee?

"Orlando, yeah, I get that, but me?" I asked. "I'm just a guy. Nothing special." She actually laughed at that.

"Yeah, sure. Just a guy. Number 2 on the guys we'd like to fuck leaderboard and nobody comes close to the two of you," said Sonny. Huh? Leaderboard?

"What are you talking about?" I asked. She laughed.

"You're funny. Like you don't know about it," said Sonny. I told her I honestly didn't know what she was talking about. She had me get out my phone and walked me through navigating to yet another hidden spot on the site.

Orlando and I both had over 2,400 votes. He beat me by a few, but after us, the next person in line was actually Bob at a little over 1,000, followed by Aaron, the town Rabbi, at a little over 400.

"Surely this is just a few people going crazy voting for us," I said. She laughed again.

"Oh no, only one vote per person," said Sonny. "That's 2,400 different people that want to have sex with you."

"Um, our entire population is only a little over 2,500," I said.

"Yeah, that just means there are a hundred or so people that haven't found the site yet," said Sonny. She said that as Carlina walked up.

"I don't think that is it. I think there are a hundred or so that know they can have you any time they want, so they didn't vote," said Carlina. "Heck, I'm one of them. So are Bob, Amy, Chris, Leslie, Orlando, and the rest. Ruby too. Why would they vote? You'd do them on the coffee table right now."

"Yeah, I suppose that's true," I said. "But I still think this is ridiculous. Me? I'm nothing special." Sonny and Carlina both laughed.

"Yeah, dear, you keep believing that, but we both know that Sonny would do you on the kitchen table right now, and I'd help," said Carlina.

"Oh yeah, I would, particularly if Carlina helped," said Sonny. "You should take a look at the girl's site." She explained how.

Carlina was in the top spot with almost 1,500 votes. She just beamed. No one over 17 could vote, so I was confident that was everyone that could vote.

"So Sonny, isn't it about your break time?" asked Carlina. She smiled and said it was. Carlina held out her hand and they walked back to our bedroom. Carlina waved me to follow.

I'm not stupid. I did.

At first, I just watched while Carlina showed Sonny all her skills and they are considerable. Finally Sonny came down from what was a massive series of orgasms.

"I want the full Gabe treatment," growled Sonny. What's with all the growling? Oh, I knew what she wanted.

Yes, I gave it to her and yes she screamed.

We definitely needed to change the sheets.

The witching hour

The witching hour. Everyone knew it and everything else stopped. We all crowded into the living room. OK, it wasn't that crowded given the size of our living room, but everybody wanted to watch. Morgan walked to the center of the room, holding Denne's hand. They went to stand next to the double lounge. Yes, we have the indoor versions too. Morgan just stood there while Denne nervously undressed her. Then she returned the favor. His cock might not be very big, but damn it was hard. He took her hand and led her to the couch and laid her down.

Oh, you know our moves, so I won't repeat them, but let's just say that when he finally slid in there were moans from the entire crowd. Oh Morgan moaned too. He had her on a plateau and kept her there and he lasted what seemed like forever before he came. He just laid down on her chest and she hugged him.

The crowd cheered and finally dispersed.

Denne finally stood up, shaking his hands over his head. Morgan just laughed.

Reina walked up, took Denne's hand and led him towards the bedrooms.

You go Denne.

Leslie is in New York

So I flew to New York this morning. I'm just walking around Times Square, checking out the shops. I might buy a few gifts at the Lego store. It's a pretty damn cool store, even if I am 13 and flew here in my fighter, that I landed on our apartment.

Weird sentence, wasn't it?

I had the strangest thing happen. Maybe it was karma asking for a favor. I was walking along, kind of zoned out, when I noticed a homeless guy. You know what I am talking about. It's pretty fucking sad that it even happens. Scruffy beard, leaning against the wall, looking so sad. He looked young too. Damn young. Teenager young. Skinny as a rail. Probably didn't eat well. He was just down the street from our restaurant, so I did something that was probably stupid.

"Hi, my name is Leslie," I said, crouching down. He was clearly surprised anyone was actually talking to him. He even looked a little scared, like something bad was going to happen.

"I promise, I am not going to hurt you," I said. "Would you be willing to let me buy you lunch?" The range of emotion that crossed his face was incredible. Fear, happiness, sadness, resignation. He finally spoke.

"I'm sure you really don't want to do that," he said, in surprisingly clear, well-enunciated speech. This guy had an education of some kind.

"I do. Please get up," I said. "There is a restaurant down the street where we can go. I promise you, they'll be happy to have us both." He got kind of a "what have I got to lose" look on his face and stood up. He stuffed his cup and little bit of money in his pocket.

"I'm all yours. Lead the way. I don't know what is actually happening, but it can't be any worse," he said. Damn, that's sad. We walked down a few doors and turned into the restaurant. He stopped and didn't follow me. Got it.

"Come on. Trust me. No one will hassle us or embarrass us. I promise," I said. We walked in and the maitre d' saw me and raised his eyebrows. I gave him a subtle nod and he turned. I knew to follow him back to our private room. He waved a server to follow him. My guess is he would ensure someone was in the room with me the entire time. Sweet of him, but the combination of my martial arts training and the Glock inside my jacket made me pretty safe. Yes, I have a New York carry permit and no, you can't get one.

The maitre d' waived me to the side for a moment.

"We have a full shower in the back and I have black pants and a white shirt I can give him," he said. Wow, how thoughtful. He followed me into the room.

"They've offered that they have a shower and a change of clothes if you'd like. Would you like to do that before we eat?" I asked. I didn't even know his name yet.

He shrugged and nodded and stood up. He followed my friend out. I sat and played on my phone and he was back in about 15 minutes. I thought it was the waiter coming back in. He literally was not the same person. He had shaved and combed his hair. He absolutely would have fit in as a college student anywhere. It was a true transformation. He even had a smile on his face. He came over, sat down, and stuck out his hand.

"My name is Kevin. I haven't felt, or looked, this good in a year," he said. "Even if we don't have lunch, I thank you." I laughed, which made him frown.

"No, no, I laughed that you thought we wouldn't have lunch. Of course we will," I said. "I invited you." The waiter had come in with him and handed us menus.

"I have to be careful," said Kevin. "My stomach can't take most of their choices. I haven't had a real meal in longer than I can remember."

"Kevin, what the hell? You're clearly an educated person. How in the fuck did you end up on the streets? I want to know," I said. He looked at me thoughtfully.

"Are you sure?" he said. "No one really means that. We're just faceless trash on the street." I assured him I did. I really did. I won't write the entire story, but the short version, which is that he's was freaking 15-years-old and from a middle-class family, his parents died, his Aunt threw him out when she found out he was bisexual, he really needed medications for some mental health issues, and nobody fucking cared. Well shit.

After he told his story, the food came and we had a wonderful lunch. He was surprisingly knowledgeable on current events and I called him on it. He laughed.

"I spend a lot of time in the library. They're nice to me. What else am I going to do, but read? I devour everything," he said. Hmm.

"Kevin, do you already know who I am?" I asked. He hesitated for a second.

"Yes. I did as soon as I saw you. Who doesn't? You're fucking famous," he said. "You're a Princess for Christ's sake. I can't even figure out why you talked to me, let alone bought me lunch. I admit, I am going to be sad after lunch when you walk away." Well fuck that. I needed to make a decision.

What the fuck do I do? I thought about it during dessert. Hell yes we had dessert.

"OK, Kevin, here's the deal. What happened to you sucked and I say that as a bisexual young woman. My parents died too, but the difference is that I was taken in by my uncle and he is the most amazing man on the planet. Our lives could have gone in the same direction and the reason mine didn't is the luck of the draw," I said. "So I am going to help you and you're going to let me. Don't even try to say no. I won't let you. I am Leslie and I am a powerful young woman and you are going to let me get my way." He actually laughed, which was encouraging. He had such a nice laugh and I'll bet no one heard it very often.

"Kevin, can I trust you? I know the best plan, but if I do it, you're going to learn some of my family secrets. Can I trust your discretion?" I said. He laughed again.

"Are you kidding? You bought me lunch and arranged for a shower and clothes," said Kevin. "At this point you're my hero." Little did he know.

"Do you trust me? I'm going to ask you to go with me, and it's going to be a little weird and outside of your comfort zone," I said. He got a concerned look on his face.

"Are you going to hurt me?" he asked, sadly.

"Kevin, the last thing I would do is hurt you. You know all about my family. I know you do. You know what our family does. You know we help, don't hurt," I said. He smiled. Damn, nice smile too.

"Yes, I do. Your family is amazing, so yes, I am in your hands," said Kevin. "What's next?"

"We're going to go see a friend of mine. He's a psychiatrist. He's going to talk to you and help you and figure out if some medication would help," I said. He frowned again.

"That sounds great, but I can't afford the medication," he said. "No way."

"Yes you can," I said. "He's not here. We're going to Dionysus. Do you have anyone here that really matters to you? Are you free to change your life?" I asked. Again with the emotions, concentrating on sadness.

"No one. Not one person that gives a shit about me," he said. Wow.

"Well, that's not true anymore, now is it? You have at least one person that does," I said. That got me the big smile again. Oh, and a hard on. Well, sure. I'm Leslie! We might get there, but let's get him a physical first.

"Before all this happened, what was your dream? What did you want to be?" I asked. He thought for a minute.

"I wanted to be a concert pianist. My teacher said I was good enough," he said, sadly. Damn. What a shame. Good thing we have a fucking symphony.

"OK, that's an amazing dream. I can't wait to hear you play," I said. "In fact, come with me." They had a grand piano in the bar and he was going to play it. He faithfully followed me through the restaurant and into the bar. I pointed at the piano.

"Play for me," I said. He clearly wasn't sure. "It's OK. I promise." He sat down at the piano and played a few tentative notes.

Then he played the most amazing music I have ever heard in my life. It was passionate and complicated and fast, then slow, then super-fast, then... You get the idea. You'd probably know what it is, but I don't. The restaurant manager walked up and was clearly enthralled.

"My God, that's Schumann's Toccata in C Major Op. 7," he said. I just looked at him like he spoke a language I didn't understand, well, which he did.

"It is considered the most difficult piano piece ever written. I have only heard two attempts to play it in my life and I love the symphony. Neither did it justice. He does. This is simply unbelievable," he said. Just then Kevin switched into a different piece. The manager smiled.

"Chopin's Etude in G# minor, Op.25; No.6," he said. "He's doing them in order. The hardest pieces in the world. It's flawless." Kevin was so fucking into it and just beaming. A huge crowd had gathered. I think he'd emptied the restaurant. He kept switching pieces.

"Franz Liszt's La Campanella"

"Charles-Valentin Alkan: Concerto for Solo Piano Op. 39"

"Milij Balakirev: Islamey"

"The top five most complicated pieces ever written. He is doing them in order. I've never heard anyone play like that," he said.

"Neither have I," said the gentleman on my other side. The restaurant manager's eyebrows popped.

"Let me introduce you to the conductor of the New York Philharmonic," said the manager, doing the introductions. Bullshit, nobody needed to know me.

"Let me introduce you to my friend Kevin," I said, stopping him from playing. Both men introduced themselves.

"You must come audition," said the conductor. "You just must." Kevin didn't know what to say. Leslie to the rescue.

"He's just visiting New York," I said. "However, he may be available in a few months. Would the offer still be available?"

"Oh God yes," he said. "Any time. Anywhere. I shouldn't say this, but if he plays those pieces, like that, for any symphony in the world, they will be bidding for his services." He handed us both his card and walked away. Kevin just sat there.

"Come on. We need to get you to a place where you can audition. It may take some time, but you have my promise you will play for a world-famous symphony. My promise," I said. I took his hand and walked out with him. I got a smile and a wink from the maitre d'.

Kevin just passively walked with me. I could tell he didn't believe me. He'd clearly been in his own world while he was playing. He'd get there. I had promised. We walked over to our apartment building and went in. You know, fuck it. We had condoms in the apartment. He needed a good fuck.

I took him upstairs and led him down to a bedroom. He just passively followed me. He was clearly unsure what to do.

I started taking off my clothes and his eyes got huge.

"Strip. You said bisexual, not gay," I said, with a smile. The way he was tenting his pants, it clearly wasn't a lack of interest. I handed him a condom and he finally got the idea and started undressing. Oh he was skinny, dangerously so, but you could see the young man he had been and would become. I pushed him back onto the bed, rolled on the condom, and lowered myself onto him. I took one of his hands and put in on my breast and the other on my clit. He knew what to do, for sure.

We spent two hours in that bed. His oral skills were outstanding. He fucked me two more times. Holy mother it was incredible. I don't think we said a word, just had animalistic sex. Finally we were spent. I had to be honest.

"That was incredible," I said, getting one of his great smiles in return. I was going to tell him about Hunter and Hallie, but why? I was going to fuck him again. They would too!

I took him into the closet room and picked out much nicer clothes. Classic khakis and a blue oxford cloth. New Nikes. He looked great. The shaggy hair worked for him, now that it was clean. You never would have believed it was the same young man. He just let me dress him, without any comment. I took his hand and led him into the elevator and up to the roof. It would be late at home, but that's OK. He saw the plane and his eyes got big.

"Seriously? That's an F-61 hypersonic fighter. Oh, wait, sure. It's your F-61. You're the only country that flies them," he said. "In for a penny." I like this guy. I dropped the stairs and we climbed on board. I showed him how to strap into the co-pilot's seat. Might as well. I got clearance and we took off and I shot up to 100,000 feet. The view is incredible. We flew from the light to the dark as we lost 7 hours in 45 minutes. I landed us at my house. It wasn't that late, so I knew my family would still be up. You know, Hunter and Hallie. I'd texted them to have Falco drop by and be there when we got there. Falco is Nan's dad and a psychiatrist. I was taking a risk bringing him home, but I didn't think it was that much of a risk. Hope I was right.

When we got out, Hunter, Hallie, and Falco came out to greet us. We did all the introductions. I didn't tell his story, as he could share what he wanted, but Falco did ask if they could chat. Kevin was smiling and happy, and went willingly into my office. My fiance had obviously coached Falco a little, but I hadn't shared much of the story either. Wasn't their business. A solid 45 minutes later they came back out and no they weren't flushed. I hope he wasn't bashful, because at the time Hallie and I were in a nice 69 and Hunter was pounding me pretty hard. Hunter looked back and saw them.

"Falco, give him the lube and a condom. They're in the end table drawer. He can fuck me while I fuck Leslie," said Hunter. Kevin immediately started stripping. Falco did as instructed, then sat down to watch. He even dropped his pants and started stroking himself. Why not?

Remember when I said animalistic? That was nothing compared to the pounding Hunter got. I know, because every time he pounded Hunter, it drove Hunter even deeper into me. It was amazing. Given we'd already fucked three times, he lasted forever, and so did Hunter, so I know what he did today. All four of us went off together. You could probably hear our animal screams next door.

Finally we calmed down. I looked over and Falco had made quite a mess. Luckily he'd opened his shirt, so it was just on his chest. Kevin noticed too and went over and licked it all up. He was going to fit in well, given that he kissed it all back to Falco.

So there we were. Falco's pants at his ankles and the rest of us naked.

"Can we all talk please?" said Falco. "Kevin said it was OK to share our conversation with the three of you."

"Sure, but either you need to strip or we need to get dressed. You're kind of in the middle," I said. Falco stood up and took off the rest of his clothes. He got hard in the process, so we took a short break while Kevin took care of that for him. From Falco's reactions, world-class blow jobs were also in Kevin's repertoire.

So, back to our conversation. Falco shared that Kevin was remarkably centered, given his experiences. They'd discussed his previous mental health issues, but Falco really believed that he did not need medication. What he needed were friends that cared for him and the opportunity to be productive. Falco also shared that he had already spoken to Manela, Nan's mom. Manela is the wildly overqualified music director for our school system and led our local symphony. Apparently it was world class, but nobody but our residents had ever heard it. Kevin would start when he was ready as an instructor at school, and would join our symphony.

Kevin just beamed through all of this. He was clearly joyful. Oh, he was also hard again. Really? Four times already today. Hallie noticed it too.

"My turn," declared Hallie, as she hopped up. She held out her hand to Kevin and he took it and stood up. She led him outside onto the lanai, over the water and to one of the double lounges. It was dark, but the sky was bright. We had a philosophy of minimal outside lights on our island, so our light pollution was low. We felt that the lights detracted from the ambiance and we didn't really need them, as we had no crime.

Back to the story. You know we all followed them out to watch. When I got out, she was explaining the Watch position to him. It's a weird one. The man pulls his legs in the air, with his knees almost at his head and the bottom part of his legs straight up. Think about it for a minute. He becomes kind of an L. When you see it, it looks like the upper part of his legs, which are now horizontal, are a seat. Oh, Google it.

But they are a seat. The girl faces away from him and sits down on the seat. Of course, his hard cock is sticking up from that seat. Well, where do you think it goes? He was clearly a fast learner, as she was bouncing pretty quickly. Falco and Hunter where hard again, so they both kneeled down and offered Kevin their cocks. Oh he sucked them. You know he sucked them.

Hallie kept bouncing and cumming, since Kevin was going to last. Finally both Hunter and Falco gave Kevin huge facials, just as Hallie exploded and squirted, which led to Kevin going off too.

We needed to get Kevin tested. I wanted him without that condom.

Yeah, that's what I thought of as I watched and played with myself. You would have too. Trust me. Once they were done, I pulled Falco to the side for a private chat.

"I hate to ask this question, but do you think it is safe to have Kevin stay here?" I asked. Falco actually laughed.

"Nothing is ever certain, but my confidence is high that he'll be just fine," said Falco. "I don't know what he looked like when you found him, but I do know his circumstances, since he told me. Trust me, you are his hero. I wouldn't make it permanent, but I also wouldn't jump to giving him a house, like I'll bet you were considering. He doesn't need to be alone. It should settle itself out. If it doesn't in a week or so, let me know. I'll help. Oh, and you may not know this, but he's really only 13, not 15."

Damn, really? Oh shit, I had underestimated him. Me! Some of it was physical though. Even as undernourished as he is, he didn't look no 13.

His skills were better than that too. Much better.

OK, not for one of our 13-year-olds, but you get the idea. It was actually pretty late, so Falco dressed and went on his way. While we had been talking, Hunter and Hallie had cleaned up Kevin's face. You know how.

"Come on Leslie. Time for a shower," said Hallie. Oh yeah, a shower.

Do you know that Kevin had one more in him? I do.

After we dried off, I showed Kevin the guest bedroom right next to ours. I showed him there were pajamas in the drawer, but that we never wore any.

"Where are all your bedrooms?" he asked, clearly concerned about being too far away. He had a new family now, and he didn't want to lose them.

"We're right next door," I said, pointing at the door next to his. "Come right in if you're feeling scared or lonely. It's just fine."

"Wait, that bedroom is for all of you?" he asked. Oh, yeah, we hadn't explained that.

"Yes," I said. "We're all three in a relationship." His eyes got wide, but not as wide as his smile.

"I think I like it here," he said. Then he climbed into the bed. I think he was asleep before I turned off the light. We left his door and our door open, just in case.

He slept like a baby. He was time zone messed up, so he was still sleeping when we got up. We didn't really have much planned that day, so we hung around until he woke up. We had held off breakfast, so once he was up, Martin made us all breakfast. He was still careful, but ate heartily.

Oh, Martin. Did we never introduce Martin? He's our major domo. Does everything for us. He brings in the cleaning crew. Hey, we're a little messy. Hell, the sheets have to be changed daily. He literally runs our home and we love it.

We love him too. He's actually Daniel's younger brother. You know, Daniel, who has the same role at our London Embassy. Oh, you caught that detail, didn't you? The nice thing is that Daniel loves his brother. Loves his brother. So, he comes to visit a lot, or Martin goes to see him, which is often a trigger for someone else to go to London with them. I think Martin and Daniel have a list that they're working through.

I would.

"Can we go to the school today?" asked Kevin. "I'd like to meet Manela and get started." Well, sure!

"Yes, but go slow. No one is expecting you to work full-time," I said. "And we need to talk a little, as the school may startle you a bit." I explained the concept of consent, and ages, and the sexual freedom we all had here. Yeah, he got hard, which was pretty easy to tell, since we were all having breakfast naked. Even Martin. Then Martin got hard and we had to take a break, so Martin could fuck Kevin.

I think that might have cemented the idea of sexual freedom for him. We actually sat back down after they were done and continued the conversation.

"So you're telling me that if I want, I can ask the kids in my class for sex, and if they want to, it's OK," said Kevin.

"Sure, as long as you're within the consent rules," said Hallie. "And it doesn't affect the learning experience. You can't just make every class an orgy. Usually teachers limit sex to study halls. We called them orgy halls."

Well, they do. And they were.

Kevin and I got dressed to head over. Between the time that Martin had fucked Kevin and the time Kevin got out of the shower, Martin had filled Kevin's closet and dresser with clothes of the right size, plus sizes he would wear once he was healthier.

We love Martin.

I waited while Kevin got dressed, but he was searching through the dresser drawers.

"Where is the underwear?" he asked. Oh.

"Well, we can get you some, but pretty much everybody goes commando here," I said. I pulled my shorts down enough to demonstrate. Oh, maybe I shouldn't have. He got hard. Well, he'd have to wait for that one. He did smile, although I don't know if that is because we all went commando or because I'd just flashed my pussy at him. Maybe both.

As we were riding over in a golf cart, I explained the carts. They were all zooming around, with no cars in sight.

"No one drives a car?" he asked.

"Oh, everyone does, just rarely on the island. We'll get you in driver's ed. You'll love it," I said.

"But I'm only 13," he said. Then he realized he had just admitted he was 13. I let it slide.

"I know. You're late. Most kids get their license at 7 here, but you'll catch up," I said. He just shook his head.

We got to the school and I introduced him to Mikka, the school director. No one knew his story. They didn't need to. Mikka and I took him down to the music wing. Music was big, so had its own wing. We found Manela in one of the small theaters, with an orchestra class. She told the kids to take five. Kevin held up his finger to stop her and went over and sat at the piano. He nodded and the kids started playing a very complex piece. He was right there with them, playing the piano part. Suddenly he switched to a new song and within a beat, all the kids followed him. They went through at least a dozen complex songs. The kids knew them all. It was the most amazing mashup I had ever heard. Manela was smiling, then laughing, through it all. Finally Kevin stopped. The kids all put down their instruments and started clapping for him. He got up and smiled and bowed.

Manela gave him a hug. Who wouldn't!

We finally did the introductions and Manela told the class that Kevin was a new instructor, but also a student. That kind of surprised Kevin, but it made sense. He needed to be in school too. Good for Manela.

One of the kids piped up and asked if they could do it again. Kevin sat back down. I just listened, in awe, with Manela, as the kids played for a solid half hour, never more than a minute per song. Finally the bell rang and all the kids gathered their stuff and headed out of the room, yelling goodbye.

To Kevin.

Kevin was in heaven.

"Can I ask you a question privately, Leslie?" said Kevin.

"Sure, but you can ask anything in front of Manela," I said. He raised his eyebrows, but continued.

"I just want to make sure I understand because what you told me is unbelievable," he said. "You're saying that there are kids in this class that, if I asked politely, I could fuck or would fuck me?" Manela laughed a bit, which made Kevin's face fall.

"So sorry, I didn't laugh because you were wrong, I laughed because in this class every single kid would strip on command, especially for you," said Manela. "You are their new God. Hell, ask nicely and you can fuck me in my office right now."

So Kevin asked nicely. Which is how the three of us ended up in Manela's office, fucking like dogs. It was glorious. And yes, she had condoms. The health center was next on my list.

Which is where we headed now. Kevin had to have a physical to be both a student and to teach. We headed straight over to the clinic. There weren't many people there, but once I had him signed in, we were the next one called back. Kevin called me on it.

"You know I can't afford this, right?" he said. "And why did we get called back first?"

"Healthcare is free here. For everyone," I said. I didn't answer the second one until the doctor came in. I didn't know her, but damn. She looked young. I'll bet she's new to the island.

"So, are you new to the island?" I asked.

"Yes, a newly minted doctor," she said. "My name is Kaia."

"Did you bring us back first because he was with me?" I asked. Oh, she blushed. Her face and all the way down into her cleavage.

"Yes, Princess, I did," she said.

"Well, thank you, but please don't do that again," I said. "No one probably explained, but there is no one here that gets special treatment. We wait in line like anyone else. Well, except for coffee." Yeah, that made me laugh. Kevin looked confused. Did he really not understand? He read so much. Back to that later.

"OK, it looks like we need to do a full exam. It seems you haven't had much healthcare in a while," said Kaia. "Please take off all your clothes." Kevin looked a little stunned and confused. Kaia recognized it quickly.

"Oh, I understand it can be embarrassing," she said. "Would you like me to undress as well? I find it makes some of the young men more comfortable. Perhaps Princess Leslie will as well." Please say yes. Say yes. I wanted to see Kaia naked. He looked a little embarrassed.

"Oh," she said. "Now, we both understand that you will probably get an erection. That's normal. I would be concerned if you didn't." He thought about it and finally nodded. Well, hell, I liked the idea, so Kaia and I both started stripping. She did a surprisingly sensual strip. Hell, my nipples were hard and I am pretty sure I was dripping down my leg. If he wasn't hard, that would be concerning. He just watched for a minute and Kaia reached over and helped him off with his shirt, then his pants. Oh yeah, he was hard and she gave it a nice stroke. He moaned. I moaned. She moaned. Then she laughed a bit.

"After the exam, young man," she said. "After." Oh boy. I hope she liked girls too. I'll jump ahead. She did.

She started by taking blood and making him pee in a cup. We watched. Hey, why not. It took him a bit, since we had to wait until he wasn't hard. He finally turned away, closed his eyes, and started muttering musical terms. Finally he could. He turned back with the cup and was hard again in seconds.

"Well, it looks like there isn't a problem with erectile dysfunction," she said.

"No, I can assure you there is not," I said, with a laugh. Oh, she liked that. A lot.

She did everything, including a digital exam. You know, finger up the butt. He moaned, I moaned, she moaned. Lots of moaning. Finally she appeared almost done. A nurse stuck her head in the door and gave her a thumbs up.

"Oh good, no diseases. You're nice and clean," she said. Yeah, my nipples popped back out. She noticed. Hers did too.

"One last thing. We will need you to ejaculate," she said. Panic look again.

"If you would prefer, Leslie and I could help," she said. He liked that. "Just make sure you pull out, so that we can capture a sample. Would you like to fuck me or Leslie?� Tough choice, big boy.

"He'll have plenty of opportunity with me," I said, taking him off the hook. "I think he should fuck you." He beamed, I think at both thoughts. He was oozing copious precum. Well, me too, the girl version. She had him lay back on the exam table.

"Would you like Leslie to sit on your face while we fuck?" she asked. Say yes, say yes. He said yes.

I climbed up and she did too. We were facing each other. Let's just say we all enjoyed ourselves. Oh, you know I played with those nipples and her clit. She did with mine as well. I was impressed though. She clearly felt him swell and in one motion hopped off, grabbed a sample cup, and caught every drop in the cup. She saw me watching and laughed.

"I get plenty of practice. None of the men turn down my offer," said Kaia.

"I'll bet," said Kevin and me simultaneously. We both shouted jinx, but he beat me. Oh, I'm OK with that.

"Well, you're in fine physical shape. I'm going to recommend a nutritionist to help you gain weight properly. Do you play any sports?" she asked.

"I used to play soccer and basketball," he said.

"Well good. Start going to the gym and I'd suggest joining one or the other teams, or both, at school or through the intermural program," she said. He just beamed. I think he was liking this. Then he frowned.

"I can't afford a gym," he said, sadly. Kaia just looked at me. I nodded.

"Is he in the circle?" she asked. I nodded again.

"Kevin, you can afford anything," she said. "Nothing in Dionysus costs you anything. Nothing. You're in the circle. Leslie brought you into it. Go to dinner. Go to a movie. Buy a car. Buy a house. Anything. They'll look you up in their computer and when they do, it will all be free. All of it. I don't know where you're living, but when you're ready, Leslie will have someone find you the perfect house. Your house. I don't know your story, but based on how thin you are, I can hazard a guess. Your life changed when you met Leslie. For the better."

He was clearly confused, but I led him out and down the street to the coffee house. No, we didn't have a Starbucks. We had good coffee.

We went through the line and ordered. Well he did. They knew what I wanted. I had my RFID earrings on, so they knew who I was and what I wanted when I walked through the door. Almost everyone wears an RFID tag in some form. It just moved things along so well. I did laugh at the number of women who had theirs in nipple piercings. Some of the men too. I know one guy whose RFID tag is in a cock piercing. Wait, I know one woman now has hers in a clit piercing. Handy and functional. I explained it to Kevin when he asked why I didn't have to order or pay. Yes, I even told him about the piercings. That made him smile.

"I've always wanted to get my nipples pierced, but I'm not old enough," he said. "That would be so cool."

"Kevin, remember when we talked last night about how it is different here?" I asked. He nodded. "You're legally an adult here. You can do that if you want, but don't rush into it." He wanted to, but took my advice. I did notice that his ears were pierced.

"Are your piercings still open?" I asked.

"I think so," he said.

I took out my earrings and handed them to him. He tried and they both went in. I updated the entry in the app, through my phone, and registered them to him.

"Now you're tagged. I have others. You can go anywhere and buy anything if you have those earrings with you," I said.

"These are really nice. They're the best costume diamonds I've ever seen. They're close to two carats each, I'd bet," he said. Well, here goes.

"Kevin, they're not costume jewelry. You'll see a lot of women with similar jewelry. None of it is fake," I said. He started to take them out.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"I can't take these. These are worth thousands of dollars. I can't," said Kevin. I reached across the table and took his hand.

"Honey, you can and you will. Your life sucked yesterday. Today it doesn't. You've moved to paradise. It's different here. You're going to get a great education and do great things. When you're ready, you'll try out for a symphony, but this will always be your home," I said. "You're part of our family now."

He started crying. Just bawling. No one looked. No one said a thing. No one embarrassed him. No one would. I went around and sat on his lap and he hugged me and cried onto my shoulder.

"I love you Leslie," he said. "Don't take that wrong, I know you're with Hunter and Hallie. You're just saved my life. When you walked up yesterday, I was a minute away from getting up and stepping in front of a bus. I'd decided that was better than living. Literally a minute. I saw you and when you walked by I was going to do it. But you didn't walk by. You stopped. You saved my life." Then he cried some more. Then I cried too. A young woman at the next table must have heard it because I saw she was crying too. She saw me looking and just gave me a small smile.

"Can we go back to the school now?" he asked. "I'd like to get registered and start going to school." Well hell yes.

"What grade are you in?" he asked. Oh boy. Here's another one.

"I graduated a long time ago," I said. "School here is very different. Every student moves at their own pace." I was going to really make a point. I'd seen Nan come in with her dad.

"Hey Nan, come here," I said. She ran over and gave me a kiss. Quite a kiss. Kevin noticed. So did little Kevin. Damn, only a kiss. Soon.

"Kevin, this is Nan. She's Manela and Falco's daughter. She's going to graduate from high school soon," I said. She looks every bit the four she is.

"No I'm not," said Nan. "I graduated two weeks ago. We had a big party and you missed it. I got my petition approved too." Oh boy. This was going to be a story.

"You graduated from high school?" asked Kevin. "How old are you?"

"Yes I did. I'm 4. I got my petition approved too," said Nan. Well, I guess she was going to explain it.

"What petition is that?" asked Kevin, clearly intrigued.

"My sex petition," she said, smiling. "I got approved fuck at 4 instead of 7. It's awesome. I get fucked three or four times a day. I just can't get fucked by any cock bigger than 9 centimeters." I could see him doing the math in his head and figuring out he was well beyond 9 centimeters. He was clearly disappointed.

"Well, I'm bigger than that, but let me know when you can take bigger. I'm ready when you are," he said. She gave him a million-dollar smile.

"Oh I will Kevin. I'll tell everyone," she said. "Nice to meet you." She ran back to her dad. Oh, she would tell everyone. Damn, sex at 4. I watched her and she went up to a little boy sitting with his mom. She asked a question. The boy and his mom both smiled and he answered. Then she smiled. The two parents and two kids left together. She was getting some more. Mini-Ruby she is. I'm guessing her dad was getting some from the mom too.

We left too and grabbed another cart. We headed towards the school, but stopped at the store and got him a cell phone first. You can't live here without a cell phone. I put my number in his contacts. I got him all set at school.

"Call me when school is out and I'll come get you and show you the easiest way. When you're comfortable, you can just grab a cart to get to school," I said.

I went home and later in the day, I got a call from Manela that surprised me.

"Hi Leslie," said Manela. "Is it OK if Kevin goes home with us tonight? We have some things to work on and I understand he met Nan. I explained that he couldn't fuck Nan, but that oral both ways was just fine. I know Nan will enjoy that. He might even move in with us for a while, if that's OK. I think they'd be good for each other."

With that, Kevin made the next step in his life. Oh he came over all the time, to visit me, or Hallie, or often Hunter. He gained some weight, all muscle. It was glorious.

Name the islands

We stocked up S'more fixings.

The first winner was Nan. Remember Nan? 4-year-old high school girl? First person to petition for oral sex before 5?

Well, she had petitioned again. She wanted full on sex. We all talked about it and were just not comfortable with it, but she wrote a pretty compelling petition on why we should allow it. Remember, she's in high school. In fact, her main point was that she wanted to celebrate her high school graduation.

Yep, at 4. She had convinced her parents which was pretty meaningful. We even had Amai spend time talking to her about it. Amai has her doctorate in counseling, and frankly the only trained person we could bring into the conversation.

In the end, Amai supported it, her parents supported it, and so did we, but with limitations. Physical limitations. We didn't want her to get hurt, and I don't mean emotionally. We had Dr. Angie involved too. She did a physical examination and gave us limits. No cocks over 3 1/2-inch (5 cm)es and even those had to be thin. Nan protested, but we weren't budging on that.

Now, why is this important for our weekend? Nan won, remember? She wanted to have Fun with a capital F. Her choices were limited and she asked for help finding more boys to, well, fuck her. So we went through our list. Hey, the list of people we keep for the journal was helpful. It's funny, we never updated the list, so some were out of date. It still listed Hunter with a 3-inch (8 cm) cock. Um, no. Not at all.

Peter and Bobby, of Brady Bunch fame, fit the bill. I actually called their mom Emma and had her measure. She laughed and called me back that they were right on the edge, but 3.5. I invited the whole family for a visit. Why not? More for the party.

Jake, Jake was good. His parents couldn't come, but he and Bella could. Oh boy.

Nicolo was still good. Freja and her family were here on an extended vacation, so we borrowed Nicolo for the weekend. Kosal, Chantou's son was good, so we borrowed him too. Max and Martan were fine, but Nan knew that. When we suggested them, she gave me a BIG smile. There was chemistry there. With both of them.

Hmm. Seven boys. Did Nan need seven? Really?

Oh hell yes she did. She might be little. She might be young. But she was an aggressively sexual woman. She was small and in charge. Didn't rhyme, but sure was true.

Now, I guess I should reintroduce the rest of Nan's family. We mentioned them briefly earlier. Her mom was Manela. Oh boy, if Nan grew up to be like Manela, she was going to be a force. Oh hell, Nan already was. It wasn't about her looks, which were spectacular, it was about her force of will and her wit. Manela was dark haired, medium height, nice perky C cups, quite a complete woman. Accomplished as well. She had her doctorate in music theory from the Royal Academy of Music in London. She felt this was the right place for her family, so she led our music program in our school district. Yes, a bit overqualified, don't you think? She had also started a symphony. Yes, Dionysus had their own symphony and it was truly heavenly. They performed in the largest chapel, which did hold over 2,500 people. Yeah, we'd added a BIG chapel. Soon the casino would open and had a theater that held almost 6,000. They'd move to that, because every performance was sold out.

I guess I should mention her husband too. Falco was a psychiatrist, which you knew. Honestly, we needed one. We didn't need much in the way of medications, but we were pushing the kids hard. He was developing a mandatory counseling program for all the kids. It is one of the reasons we approved her exception. Her parents both approved, and Falco's opinion carried some weight. It's not like we knew shit.

Nan also had a brother, Cerni, who had just turned 9. Oh wait, one more for Nan. Yeah, he could and would. He was a bright kid and doing well at the sixth-grade level. He was handling Nan's brilliance really well and was proud and protective of her, although she didn't need it. In fact, we'd let her decide who would be her first, just like we did 7-year-olds and she picked Cerni. Aww.

So this was quite an event. We'd asked Nan if she wanted a big party, and she did, but for this weekend, she liked the idea of the eight boys, starting with Cerni. She could do the party after, so to speak. Sure, eight boys. We'd do a little celebration of the event.

Let's face it. We all wanted to watch. I also figured all eight would have a second round in them. Or in me. You know. Who passes up the Queen?

We invited all the boys over, including sending someone to fetch a few of them. We had a nice dinner, but Nan was almost bouncing in her seat she was so excited. Finally I offered dessert to everyone and Nan stood up.

"Fuck dessert. I'm dessert. Come on Cerni, it's time to fuck," said Nan. Cerni hopped right up and followed her. Oh, Nan wanted public sex. She was a little exhibitionist. She led him out onto the deck on a beautiful starlit night.

We all followed. You know we followed. Nan pushed Cerni down on his back and sucked him until he was hard.

Did I mention everyone was naked?

As soon as he was hard, she climbed right up and slammed herself down on his cock. Once she bottomed out, she stopped and called the other boys out. She looked at them all carefully, then told them all what order she wanted them in.

Then she started bouncing. Vigorously. Poor Cerni didn't last all that long and as soon as he finished, she climbed off. She told all the boys that the next one in line should already be on the lounge and hard. Alternate, she said, alternate.

Oh they did, they did. As the eighth boy was about to get his turn, she told them to get back in line and get it up.

She went through the whole list twice.

Wow.

I could tell stories of the rest of the weekend with all of us, but I couldn't top this.

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