13 January 2019

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Things take a nasty turn

Bob here.

Our approach to Vino had been so focused on harvesting grapes that little else had happened. It was a gorgeous paradise with outstanding weather year around. In other words, the perfect place to be naked. You see where I am going here. The first resort had opened on Dionysus and as big as it was, it was regularly sold out. The second one was poised to open and every cottage had been reserved for the next four years. We were charging prices that were stupid high, thinking that might slow things down, but nope. It didn't. We didn't even need or want the money, so every penny of profit went straight to Hayden International. Yes, we created another charity, domiciled in Dionysus. The reporting rules in the US were onerous. We still maintained that and Masako still ran it, and it was huge, but the international fund was growing and Morgan was running it. Oh, you expected Chris? She was pretty busy as the Prime Minister. Of course, Sophia ran the entire wine business. Orlando was an in-demand music producer. Our family was stupid busy for a family that didn't need to work. Remember way back when, I commented that Jeff, Warren, and the like all ran things and we didn't.

We do now.

What about Amy and me? We're involved wherever the kids ask us to be involved. Chris essentially runs the government, so that's covered too. Consider Amy and me the floaters, that help wherever we're needed. It's a great gig, as it is very dynamic, and we can say stop whenever we want and take a break. We are the King and Queen, after all. Hilarious, but our kingdom is sure growing. We had laws and shit now. Blake was in charge of all of that, but I think you knew that. Alison ran Beta, the second resort but real estate was within her domain, so she was with Ben and me on this trip.

So, back on track, what to do but expand! If you recall, Vino is two major islands. The far island is planted with wine grapes. That was going to be completely off limits. Too much risk of introducing something. Everyone that entered the island and every piece of equipment that entered the island went through sterilization. It was annoying, for sure, but necessary. We had built a very nice village on the island for the teams that worked the grapes. We were also close to complete on the winery, here on the near island. Building the winery on the far island introduced too much risk, so the grapes came off the island to be processed. OK, probably too much information, but it did mean that the winery was going to be accessible to the resort we were building here. That would add a cachet that was outstanding. We would also put a wine room in every single cottage in all four resorts. They could afford it, if they could afford to come to our resorts. As nice as the ones on Dionysus are, this was going upscale. Oh, and we were only building Gamma II. Gamma was our most sought-after resort. I can't imagine why.

We were already thinking about expanding to our other three islands. Hell, Sota was looking for more ways to expand the country. He was full-time now too, but stayed in Florida. His family was happy there. We visited a lot. Juan and team were there too, and fucking fun. But I get ahead of myself.

The first thing that had been built was a house for our family. We didn't think we all needed our own, but Ben disagreed, so he designed and had built a simply spectacular place, right on the water. Literally on the water. All the houses were on stilts and connected by walkways. They stretched the boundaries of size too. We reserved almost a thousand acres just for us, with almost a half mile of beach. Hell, that wasn't much, given the size of the islands. We were only a few miles from what would be a larger village for those that worked at the resorts and at the winery. Ben was planning on almost 8,000 houses. We would have a population of over 14,000 on the island, just to start. The wines were throwing off so much money that we did the same thing we did on Dionysus and provided damn near everything.

As you can imagine, working for us was a bit of a dream, but we still had the friends-only rules in place, so hiring was methodical.

Back to the task at hand, I was here to walk through the new houses with Ben. Oh, you noticed I was saying Ben, not Chloe. Chloe was taking a break to focus on their two kids. Oh, you caught two. No, she didn't immediately get pregnant or have twins. They adopted a baby. The most beautiful baby from Indonesia. So they had almost twins, just four months apart. It's funny. I never, ever would have predicted that Chloe was so maternal, but she was. She was giving Philo, Zoe's husband, a run for his money as a volunteer. Oh, she still dabbled in design, but let Ben run around the world with us. It's not like he couldn't be home every night if necessary.

What Ben had designed was a bit of a self-contained village connected by over the water walkways. It was spectacular.

It was situated on a fairly straight part of the beach. The center floating building was a common area. Think restaurants, marina, sauna, gyms, etc. The basketball gym and indoor tennis courts were not there, just the smaller stuff, but it was still over 50,000 square feet. Then a series of houses spun off from there. Our house was the farthest out. Down one side was followed by Orlando and Grace's, then Morgan and Sophia's and Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie. Down the other side was Chris and Noah, followed by Gabe, Carlina, Luca, and Tegan, followed by Ruby. It's funny. Ruby's house finished earlier here than on Dionysus. She had also insisted that we build all houses in the future as handicapped accessible. It was hard to argue against that, and she worked with some of the best engineers in the world to do it right.

The guest house was basically on the beach, but connected. Each of those was about 25,000 square feet. We all had huge decks over the water, but didn't have boats docked. Those were all centralized. It was just a few steps away. Our houses were three stories and the common area was four. Oh, and yeah, I mentioned their significant others. They might not be married yet, but they might as well be. Other family members like Jesse and Julia and Blake and Alison had houses off the 'star'. You never knew who was going to climb in our bed. I liked that. So did Amy.

Yeah, fucking huge houses, but we liked it. Today was the walk-thru with Ben, Alison, and me, and the family would arrive tomorrow to get settled. We weren't moving here exactly, but expected to be here a lot, particularly in the summer when Dionysus was hot. It was a 30-minute flight, so no big whoop. We had built what was basically an airport over by the resorts, which were on the other side of the island, but had a runway right by our house for the family. It actually had taxiways to the hangers that were at the end of the house rows. Yes, we could walk to our planes. Think John Travolta's house. Google it if you've never seen it. Of course, the smaller planes didn't need the runways, but the bigger planes did. Like the Space planes.

We were planning on doing the same in Dionysus. I can't believe we didn't think of it.

Back to the house. Ben had outdone himself. It was amazing. I'd seen the drawings, but in real life the place exceeded expectations. Think of a mountain hunting lodge. If you didn't hunt maybe a ski lodge. Open beams, lots of wood. Fireplaces. The furniture fit the theme in the common area. Each house had a different theme, chosen by the occupants. I'll let them describe their own, if they're in the mood. Amy's and mine was fairly modern, with lots of glass. Really perfect for our tastes. Ben and Chloe knew us well. Yes, Chloe was involved a bit, as she still did all the interior decorating. Flawless.

As I walked, I couldn't help musing on how beautiful both Ben and Alison were. Yeah, I know, I was supposed to be checking out the houses, and I was checking out their asses. Beautiful. The houses and their asses. I suppose it didn't help that we were all naked. No, we didn't fly over naked, but well, we were now. It was just what you did in our country. We'd already jumped into the water off the deck of three of the houses. Testing it out, don't you know? That would have been messy in clothes.

Finally we'd walked through them all and were back in Amy's and my house.

"I'm all sticky with salt. I'm going to hop into the shower. Anyone else?" asked Alison. Well, um, sure. I almost laughed, because her just asking the question got both Ben and me hard. Oh boy, I'd forgotten what a nice cock he had. We walked into the master bathroom, which was simply huge. Alison got the shower running, while we, um, watched. The shower could have held a pretty big party, but we made do with just the three of us. Ben and I focused our attention on Alison first. We led her over to the built-in bench, and had her sit back. I got on my knees and did what I do on my knees. I pulled her lips apart and just enjoyed the view for a bit until she slapped me on the head. OK, OK. I licked from bottom to top and then pushed my tongue in and out like a tiny cock. Ben was sucking and nibbling on a nipple, but reached down and started pumping a finger into my ass. Oh. Yes. Please.

My ass was out for the taking, and oh he did. He was pumping in and out of me, while I got Alison over the top, repeatedly. Finally she pushed us both back and got onto her knees. I love a train. The amazing thing is that we made all those moves without Ben ever sliding his cock out of my ass. This was a fast and furious fuck and we didn't last long. Ben pulled out and I pulled out and we just covered Alison with cum.

We fought a little over cleanup, but finally shared.

Kasen came over for dinner and we cracked some wine and had a nice dinner. By then, Ben and I had recovered and Alison had her way with all three of us. Oh hell it was fun.

We all just wore out and fell asleep where we laid. I guess we approved the houses, didn't we?

Great progress

The next day we drove over to the new village. I hadn't realized the progress that had been made. I thought it was just going to be cleared dirt, but the roads were in place and at least a hundred houses were complete with a few hundred more underway. Ben had the crews build their own houses first and as a house was completed, someone that he needed on the crew moved in. He's focused on support people too, so the firefighters and medical professionals were already in place, as were the firehouse and the clinic. The schools were done too and classes had already started.

Damn that was progress. The school was having their first graduation ceremony.

Three weeks after they opened. Wow.

Oh, we all showed up. It was a bit unexpected, but the entire royal family attended the graduation ceremony. It still confuses us all when that shocks people. We're just these dorks from Florida that got lucky. Well, we are.

This time we didn't wait to build the wrestling rooms. You guessed that though. Graduation parties are more fun in our country.

Really, really big

The last thing we did was check out the progress on Gamma II. Ben, Chloe, Kasen, and Julia had taken everything they learned from the first resorts and fixed or improved it. Simply spectacular. We had so much beach, and the houses over the water could be bigger now, based on some of Ben's new techniques, so it was big. Really big. Bigger than Alpha, Beta, and Gamma combined big.

Big.

Just for fun, we all christened the biggest of the cottages. Big group.

I think they should just throw those sheets away.

A short entry, but we wanted to make sure you knew the progress on Vino. Being King is fun.

So fucking much money

Amelia here, in Florida. I have so fucking much money I don't know what to do with it. My money makes money faster than I can dream of spending it.

I don't get these rich people that don't give back. I could spend millions a day and keep getting richer. It's not a fucking contest. Look at Chris. The Hayden foundations are doing amazing things.

I want to as well.

I'm baring my soul here and some of it might not exactly match what you've read in the journal. I'm going to get a little private here, but it is important. I don't talk about it much.

So I started the Patricia foundation. Yeah, I know that makes no sense, but Patricia was my mom. I still miss her. I was 8 when she died. The same day my dad died, but I won't even say or write his name. He was an abusive piece of shit, to her and to me. Oh, he was just verbally abusive to me, but I saw him beat the shit out of her time and time again.

Until the day I saw him beat her to death. I saw him do it. What was so fucking disgusting was that he was crying when he realized what he had done. He just sat on the floor next to her body muttering "I didn't mean to" over and over.

Remember, I was freaking 8.

That's when he got his gun and killed himself.

That's my story, and no one questioned it. It's what happened to him, right?

Sorry, got off onto a tangent there, and now I'm crying. That bastard got what he deserved.

So I honored my mom with the Patricia foundation. I started it with $10 billion and it didn't put a dent into my net worth. I guess I'm Bob, the sequel. I had two causes. The first, to no surprise to anyone reading this entry, was domestic violence. The second was affordable housing. I bounced around from foster home to foster home and the one thing that most of them had in common was I lived in rat infested apartments with people who didn't give a shit about me, but wanted the monthly check. It's not like any of it was spent on me.

Sadly, my two causes often overlapped. Usually to my detriment. Most of the couples that took me in had a mean streak. In several cases, the other foster kids were just as mean. I learned to fight back pretty young, even though I was little. I was moved out of one house when I beat the boy that tried to rape me so bad it knocked him unconscious.

No one believed me that an 11-year-old boy was trying to rape a 9-year-old girl. He got to stay. I was sent to a girl's home for a year.

At 9. I was the youngest girl there, but the fact that I'd beaten up that boy gave me some cred. It saved me, I think. I was a model inmate, and yes, we were fucking inmates, and I finally got moved to another foster home. I have to say, my life turned then. I was with that last family from 10 to 18. I was still with them when I met Bob. Oh, I bought them a house, and cars, and everything else they'd let me buy. They are in their seventies now. They were in their late 60s when they took me in. It was supposed to be a short-term thing, just for a few weeks. It's been 9 years and I still have a room in their home. Their new home.

I love them so much.

OK, that might have been the king of all tangents.

Sota helped me set up everything for the foundation. I was going to run it, but I was still running the BBF fund and having a ball doing it. So many kids were succeeding and, yes, I was getting even more rich in the process, but so were they. I loved it.

Which meant I needed someone to do the day-to-day for the Patricia foundation. How do you find someone you trust with $10 billion?

That's a tough one. Remember, I came from a world where people abused kids for a few hundred a month.

I asked Sota about it. His wife was taken by the Hayden foundation, but I had lunch with Sota and Masako to talk about it. I explained what I was going to do and they were both surprised. I don't know why. I could do it. I would do it.

"I have the perfect person," said Masako. "As painful as it will be. I have number 2 that does so much for me and is simply amazing. He deserves to take the next step to really running a charity. I think you should make him the director and work with him, much like Chris does with me. You have the BBF. You need a leader. You'll love him. He's an incredible administrator and an even better fund raiser. He also grew up in similar circumstances to you. I don't know your story, but he's pretty open about the murder-suicide that took his parents. He won't even mention his dad's name, but he talks about his mom Elizabeth all the time. Oh, and you'll enjoy him in other ways too." That last sentence got me a little smirk.

OK, this could be a win-win, but what were the odds of his parents...

"He is pretty young, but I'm guessing you're OK with that. He started out as a volunteer last year and just kept taking on new things to do without me telling him. I made him my assistant director late last year, right before he turned 17," said Masako. "He turns 18 pretty soon. He already graduated from high school, at 16. Whip smart, snarky, and endearing. Hell, he could be a male Amelia."

Snarky. I love snarky.

"Can he take it as good as he gives it?" I asked. If you're snarky, you have to be able to take it. Masako laughed.

"Oh yeah. We're all simply vicious with him and he loves it," said Masako. "He reminds me of Bob a little too. The world's biggest nerd, but also a tennis player and was number one on his high school team. He's in really good shape. Really good." That last really good got a moan from Masako and one from Sota too.

Cool.

"When can I meet him?" I asked.

"Whenever you want," said Masako. "Want to come back to the office with me after lunch?" Yes, I sure did. Not only did I need a director, I was horny. Seemed like a win-win.

"Why don't we keep it out of your office? We don't want to accidentally announce it. Let's meet at my house in an hour," I said. Yeah, that got a smirk from both of them.

"I think I should join you. I'm sure there will be some legal topics to discuss," said Sota. That got him a smirk from Masako and me, but we welcomed him to join us. Wouldn't you?

Just in time to shower

I made it home just in time to take a quick shower and get cleaned up. After all, I wanted to ensure he would want to work with me.

And I was horny. The doorbell rang and I opened to a God.

"Hi, my name is Cobb," said the God, sticking out his hand. I think I was in a bit of shock, because I took a second to react, but then took he hand. He did the whole two-handed shake thing. Yeah, nerd my ass. He was at least 6'4" (193 cm), and looked a hell of a lot like Rafe. You know, the tennis star.

Are ya wet yet? Or hard, depending on who is reading?

I am. Very. Wet, that is.

Just then Masako and Sota walked up, laughing.

"I'll bet you're dripping, aren't you Amelia?" said Masako. That was mean. And true.

"Sure, but I'm confident he's enjoying the view too. Should we talk first or fuck first?" I said. I can give as well as take.

"Oh, a tough call," said Cobb. "But anticipation is a powerful aphrodisiac, so let's get the business, whatever it is, out of the way. I know who you are, of course, but had no idea of your beauty."

"That may have been the worst line I've ever heard," I said. "Just terrible. Don't worry, you're getting in my pants, but seriously, that was bad." Yeah, we all laughed, but Cobb and Sota were clearly hard. I know my panties were soaked and I could predict Masako's were too.

If she was wearing any.

We went in and sat around the kitchen table. It's my go to spot.

"So what are we here for," asked Cobb. "It's great to meet you, but I'm guessing there is an agenda."

Was this guy really 17? Damn. Sorry, short little tangent.

I outlined my plan to start the Patricia foundation. I even told the story of my parents. Shit, I made him sad.

"I'm sorry. I made you sad," I said. He gave me a small smile.

"No, not sad, just resigned to the fact that what I experienced was all too common. I'm glad you found a good foster home. I never did. Even the family I live with now sucks," said Cobb. Masako was clearly shocked.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" said Masako.

"Why? You couldn't do anything. You were amazing for me. Not only do I make good money, which makes my foster parents happier, but you've challenged me and given me responsibility," said Cobb.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Are you telling me that your foster parents take the money you're paid?" said Masako, through gritted teeth.

"Sure," said Cobb. "I'm not legally an adult. They're keeping it for me, but I know I'll never see it. They give me a decent allowance out of it, which is better than I've ever had before."

"Well fuck," said Sota. "It looks like you really did need legal advice. I wish I had known earlier. I'll file the emancipation paperwork today. I think I can fast track it to a friendly judge. Don't even go home. You'll be free by tomorrow. You can stay with us."

"No, he can stay here," I said. Why did I say that? Brother in pain, I guess.

"Why would you do that?" said Cobb, to me. "You don't even know me."

"Yes, I do. I know exactly what you're living through and you're not spending another night there," I said, with grit I didn't know I had. "Fuck them."

"I don't know," said Cobb. "I have to go home. When my foster father drinks, he likes to beat somebody up. I'm big enough now to protect the other kids, but without me, he'll go after them. He'll likely rape my foster sister too. I hadn't quite figured it out yet, but I was going to adopt them when I turned 18. I figured I have a good job." He was really agitated.

This just keeps getting worse.

"Tell us about your foster siblings," I said, softly. My bringing my voice down seemed to help, a little. Mentioning the other kids did too, because I saw them brighten.

"They're amazing. They're boy/girl twins. 11-years-old. Taken from an abusive single mom," said Cobb. "I love them so much and they love me." He said that last sentence with some authority.

"What are their names?" I asked. I wanted to know. I just did.

"Marybeth and Richie," he said, with genuine love.

"I hate to ask this, but I have to. There is no criticism, because you know our family," said Sota. "Are you sexually active with them?" Oh, he turned red.

"Yes," said Cobb.

"Do your foster parents know?" asked Sota.

"I really don't think so," said Cobb. "We've been super careful. But if they did, what I know and the pictures I have are worse. Much worse."

"OK," said Sota. "I don't have an answer yet, but if you have that kind of evidence, bring them with you."

"Really?" I asked. "How will that work?"

"You'll have to agree to take classes," said Sota. "Quickly. I'll get you named as the emergency foster parent. I can make it happen."

Wait, me? I was signing up to be a foster parent of two kids I had never met?

Fuck yes, I was.

"OK. Just tell me what to do," I said. Cobb just stared at me.

"You'd do that? You've never met them!" he said, almost shouting.

I took his hand. This was important.

"Listen. I went through this. No one understands better than I do. My dad beat my mom to death in front of me. I can't save everyone, but I can save some," I said. "You're going to go get them and bring them here. Do not tell anyone what you are doing. Do not bring a single thing with them. I know they might have to leave behind things they value, but we need to get them out. Do not tell anyone where you're going. Thank God we didn't meet at the office. Leave a note that you and the kids are spending the night with a friend, but don't name the friend. They likely won't care and it will give us a couple days."

"You're devious," said Sota.

"No, experienced. This is how I ran away from more than one shitty home," I said.

"They own my car. They bought it with my money, but it is in their name. They'll say I stole it," he said.

"Leave it. You don't need it. I have cars. I'll buy you a car. One thing I have is money, and plenty of it. We'll talk about why we had you come here later. Right now, it has to be close to school letting out. We have a window before they get home from work, right?" I said. He nodded.

"I'll follow you. Give me the address, just in case," I said. He did, and it really wasn't that far. Florida is like that. Mansions to dumps, all in a couple miles.

"You two wait here," I said. "We'll need you." Sota and Masako agreed. This was probably a felony for us all, but fuck it. Cobb went out the front and I went into the garage and got into my least noticeable SUV, which was an Audi SQ7. Someone would notice the Bentley. Hey, I could afford it.

I followed him to the house, and it was a nice little ranch, on a cul-de-sac. Little did the neighbors know. I thought it best to wait outside, and Cobb came out with two of the most adorable kids you've ever seen. You could sure tell they were twins. Both had shoulder length bobs and similar thin bodies. If she didn't have little budding breasts pushing against her T-shirt, you would have trouble telling them apart.

Cute, I say.

Cobb bundled them in the car, with just their school backpacks. He said he'd explain once we got to my house. They were just so agreeable and clearly would have followed him anywhere. Just as we pulled away, the phone rang. I answered it through the car.

"Do you have them?" said Sota. OK then.

"Yes, they're in the car and you're on speaker," I said.

"Good. Drive straight to the courthouse in downtown Clearwater. I'll meet you there. We have an appointment in a friendly judge's chamber as soon as you get there," said Sota. "Make sure they know what's going on." He rattled off the address, and hung up. Cobb put it into the nav.

Cobb turned a bit in his seat to face the kids in the back. He explained who I was, what was going on and where we were going.

"OK Cobb," said Marybeth. "We trust you and will go anywhere with you. Doesn't matter what happens, it can't be as bad as getting raped every night like we are now."

Oh shit, shit, shit. Again.

I saw the look on Cobb's face.

"Raped? Both of you?" said Cobb.

"Yes," said Richie, softly. "We didn't want to tell you. We knew you'd hurt them."

"Yes, I would have," said Cobb, crying. Now we were all crying. That kind of killed the conversation, and we all wept until we got there. I passed around tissues and we all did the best we could. We walked inside and Sota was waiting. He quickly introduced himself and we went through the metal detectors and he led us to the judge's office, or chambers, or whatever they were called. There was a woman waiting outside, who the kids knew. I could tell just seeing her pissed off all three of them. I pulled them to the side, with Sota.

"What?" I said. The younger two looked at Cobb and he nodded.

"She's the problem," said Marybeth. "She damn well knows what's going on. We've told her. Repeatedly. She doesn't care. She takes a cut of the monthly amount from all of the parents and looks the other way. I've seen them pay her. They didn't know I was watching."

This shit just keeps getting better and better.

"You have to tell the judge. They'll make a ruling, and it should be in our favor. Once it is entered, I'll ask the judge if you can speak. He will agree. Tell the truth. Don't add anything. Don't make anything up. Tell him what the foster parents did. Tell him what you saw happen with the social worker. I don't mean to put pressure on you, but you can help other kids," said Sota. I could see all three of them stand up a little straighter.

"OK," said Marybeth, with some steel in her voice. "I'll do it." The two boys nodded.

We were escorted in. There was a person on one of those recording machines. The judge introduced himself. I won't go through everything that happened, but in the end, the judge made me a temporary foster parent, pending my completing classes. He surprised even Sota by doing the same for Cobb, with the condition that all three of them had to live with me. I'm guessing Sota whispered in his ear. Before we left the building, we found the spot where we signed up for classes. It turns out there was an education company that, for a stupid fee, would do a private class if you arranged students, up to a max of 20.

Or two. We arranged it for two full days this Saturday and Sunday. They'd be long, but I didn't want any risk that anyone would question us.

Although, I realized that probably wouldn't happen after the trial. Oh yeah, all three of them, the foster parents and the social worker went to jail, as they should.

Our new family

Amelia here again. I'm going to fast forward a couple weeks. This whole situation was ludicrous. I decided to start a charity and while we did do that, I ended up as a co-foster parent with my 17-year-old director of my charity to two 11-year-old twins.

All of whom now lived in my house.

You know what is particularly surprising? I loved it. I loved every minute of it. I had something I'd never really truly had. My own family. Oh, don't get me wrong, I loved my foster parents. No, love my foster parents, but this felt different. Oh, my foster parents were over a lot, even in the first couple weeks. They treated Marybeth and Richie as their grandkids, which the kids just loved. They even had sleepovers with them. In fact, they're over there tonight and Cobb and I were having a quiet dinner. OK, we had Chinese delivered, but I'm not exactly great in the kitchen. I did have something I wanted to discuss. Being me, I was blunt.

"I want to adopt them," I said. I thought he'd feel pretty strongly about it, but he was pretty calm. As it turns out, I was the one surprised.

"OK," he said. "I could support that, but they need a two-parent family. When are we getting married?"

Did he just propose? I think he just proposed. Did I want him to propose? Did I want to marry him?

I'll be damned. I did.

"Saturday," I said. Saturday was his 18th birthday.

"But we have some things to talk about first," I said. I walked him through the Bob and Amy philosophy of a strong marriage. He sat there for a minute.

"Yeah, that works. I do love you and think you love me, but we're young and horny," said Cobb. "But from everything you've described about Dionysus, particularly what it could do for our kids, shouldn't we move?"

Our kids. He called them our kids. Wait, move?

"Yeah, I guess we should," I said. "But how do we manage both BBF and Patricia?"

"Really? What makes you need to be here? You told me all about the hypersonic planes and all the pilots. Couldn't we learn? Couldn't the kids?" asked Cobb. "For that matter, why is the BBF limited to the US?"

Yeah, we could manage it from there and yes it could expand.

"OK, let's tell the kids tomorrow after school," I said. "If they're not on board, it doesn't work, does it?"

"Well, I do love you, but I agree, we don't need to get married yet if they're not on board. We could give it time," said Cobb. Can it happen this fast? Yeah, I've read about Bob and Amy. It can. The fact he is incredible in bed sure didn't hurt. Oh, we haven't touched the kids. Yet. We've talked about it, even with them, and they were the ones pushing. They understood the difference better than we did. So I made reservations at the Island Grille for tomorrow. Bob turned us on to it.

Eat fast kids

Cobb here. Barely met any of these people and I get a journal entry. I'm glad Amelia thinks I'm good in bed. She's an animal and I like it. I read the entire journal yesterday. Damn, Dionysus is going to be fun and the opportunities for the kids were incredible. Amelia had told them all the stories too, so it shouldn't be that big a surprise.

So to finish the story, we went out to dinner. The kids were smarter than we were.

"So nice place," said Marybeth. "You bring us here to tell us something?" I think we both looked shocked and Marybeth and Richie both laughed.

"How about I lay it out for you," said Marybeth. "I'm guessing here, but Richie and I have talked about it, and I'll bet I am close. You're getting married, probably Saturday, on Cobb's birthday. Then you'll adopt both of us, if we agree, which we do. Then you've been talking about how much better an environment it would be on Dionysus and you want to know if we're OK with moving, which we are. Then after dinner, we're going to go back to the house and celebrate by all getting naked and fucking up a storm. OK, I added that last part, but it's going to happen."

Wow. Kids are smart.

"Yep," said Amelia. "That's perfect. Marybeth, will you stand up for me and Richie, will you stand up for Cobb?" They both quickly agreed.

"Good, now we've got that settled, can we finish dinner and go home and fuck?" said Marybeth. "You've been so freaking good and I'm tired of it. I like sex, I just didn't like being forced. I miss Cobb and you turn me on something fierce Amelia. I want to experiment with girls, and I plan on your being my first."

We paid the bill faster than you can imagine.

Wedding in a flash

Amelia here. I do have to finish the entry. Yes, we got married on Saturday in a small ceremony in the chambers of the judge that appointed us foster parents. He presided over the wedding and also the adoption. My foster parents were there, and he gave me away. My foster mom gave Cobb away, which made them both cry just a little. Bob, Amy, Morgan, Sophia, Orlando, Grace, Leslie, Hunter, Hallie, Chris, and Noah all flew in, which blew me away. Sota and Masako were there, with their kids.

We had a small reception at the Island Grille. We'd reserved the outdoor patio. It was fun and silly and we laughed a lot. Leslie spent a lot of the time telling Marybeth and Richie outrageous stories about life on Dionysus. I have no doubt every one of them is true. Something about a wrestling room but no wrestling team seemed insane, but fun.

A month ago I was a lonely rich girl in a house that was too big for me. Now I'm a married mother of two preteens.

I couldn't be happier.

Bullshit I say

Marybeth here. That's bullshit. The story can't end there. Yeah, yeah, potty mouth. Why the fuck do you care? Can you see me smile?

I smile a lot now. So does Richie. Amelia and Cobb can't stop smiling and they won't stop touching each other. You never know when you enter a room, anywhere in the house, if they're going to be going at it. I came into the kitchen for breakfast the other day and he had her bent over the kitchen table. They didn't even stop when I sat down with my bowl of cereal.

I wasn't sure I appreciated getting splattered with cum, but they made up for it in extremely pleasurable ways.

They have an incredible sex life, and we're a pretty integral part of it.

Then again, Richie and I usually share a bed.

OK, that was a tangent. This journal thing is tough. My story is after the honeymoon. We went to London, and Paris, and Venice, and Tokyo for a four-week honeymoon. We? Yes, we. Richie and I were invited on the honeymoon. We argued with them and they just laughed at us. Oh, we found times to give them privacy. For example, we made some great friends in the apartment building in Paris. Hell, that's a journal entry if I ever get around to it. Sex in the pool was interesting.

Then again Daniel in London was nice. Oh, I forgot, we spent a few days at a village in Oxford. I guess it wasn't a village, it was one of the houses we can use, but it had all these cottages. It was cute. We spent one entire day on a race track! Ruby and someone named Carlina flew up and not only taught us how to drive, they let us drive all kinds of fast cars. That's another journal entry, particularly after we stopped driving.

Ruby. Carlina.

Yeah, I get why the girls that write journal entries always seem to be wet.

Oh, before I forget. Dad, you know, Cobb, is now the director of the Patricia and Elizabeth foundation. Amelia insisted on renaming it. She's pretty fucking amazing.

Richie's turn

Yeah, yeah, still not done. Richie here. If she gets an entry, I get an entry. Right?

I'll take us on our next journey. Ruby picked us up in Tokyo and flew us back to Dionysus. Damn, it's beautiful. Amelia had tried to make reservations at the resort on Prometheus, or at least that's how she explained it, but Bob insisted we stay with them until we were settled. I met Bob and Amy at the wedding and reception, along with their kids, but no one bothered to freaking mention they were the Royal Family. So King Bob asked us to stay at their house with Queen Amy and little Princess Jessica and Prince Bill. They were adorable little kids, and seemed to have a ball with a little girl named Nan that hung around a lot. Nan was fascinating. I'm pretty advanced in a lot of subjects, but she was a freaking genius. Did I mention she graduated from high school at 4?

Wow, a tangent already. Yeah, I read the whole journal too. I think I'm still hard.

The first few days we spent learning how to do things were shouldn't have been old enough to do. We learned how to drive even better and got our driver's licenses! We learned how to drive waverunners, and boats, and golf carts, and go carts. We learned how to ski and parasail. We met a ton of people. Every time we turned around we met new people. Mom and Dad let us go anywhere we wanted, all by ourselves, and no one thought anything of it. All I had to do was wear a ring they gave me and everything was paid for. Marybeth got earrings. I think they're real diamonds too.

We didn't quite understand everything, but it was pretty sweet.

We had great friends with two kids that were also pretty new to the country, named Athena and Andreas. She was 9 and he was 11. They were brother and sister, but she was clearly in charge.

Kind of like Marybeth and me.

They had moved from Athens so they took us on the most amazing three-day tour of Athens. We stayed in a hotel suite in Athens by ourselves! Yes, this entry would be full of exclamation points, but I went back and took most of them out. That's another journal entry, for sure. I'll tell a little bit of it though.

I wasn't quite clear why Athena and Andreas didn't have school, but it turned out that kids can just wander off from school for a few days if they want, and their parents agree. Unless they're 13, and then their parents don't have to agree because they're adults.

Adults!

OK, that one slipped through.

When we got back, two major things happened. We moved into our house, but I'll come back to that one. We also started school. We lived in Robertville, which is an incredible small town right out of a movie set. Bob had offered to let us live on Prometheus, calling us a part of the inner circle, but Cobb and Amelia, no, wait, Dad and Mom thought living with a lot of other kids would be better and we agreed with them. I don't exactly understand what the inner circle is, but Athena explained that it meant we could buy anything we wanted. I thought she meant things like a coffee or a candy bar, but she laughed at me. We were in bed in our hotel suite at the time.

"Dude, I meant you can buy anything," said Athena. "You're lying in bed in a hotel suite in a hotel that Carlina liked so she bought it."

"How do you buy a hotel suite?" I asked. Athena laughed again.

"You don't," said Athena. "She bought the entire hotel." I laughed.

"Sure, a 7-year-old girl bought a hotel," I said, looking at Athena. She just smiled.

Shit, a 7-year-old girl bought a hotel.

"What's your favorite car? The car you might have on a poster in your bedroom?" asked Athena.

"That's easy," I said. "A Mercedes G63. They're boxy and cool as hell."

Athena thought about it for a minute.

"The G63. Why not the G65?" she asked.

"Well, I try to keep my dreams reasonable, even if I'll never reach them," I said. She got out of bed and damn, it was quite a sight. She'd adorable as hell. I have no idea where Andreas and Marybeth were. Given the two of them, probably fucking somewhere.

Oh, wait, that's what we'd been doing. Guess I can't talk. Athena dragged me into the bathroom and we took a quick shower. She kept slapping my hands away, so I finally figured out it was just going to be a shower. She told me to get dressed. I did, but I admit I watched her wiggle into this little one-piece outfit made out of a thin version of what beach towels are made of. She told me it was terry cloth and called a romper. I don't know who Terry is, but he might be my hero.

She took my hand and turned it and it seemed like she was making sure I had my ring on. I'm not sure why. She led me out of the suite, down the elevator, and out onto the street. She took my hand and started walking, clearly with a purpose. We walked for a few blocks and went around a corner and there was a Mercedes dealer. She pulled me right in.

Right in the middle of the floor was an incredible G65. Bright yellow. It was like they had built the car I had designed on their website. At least a hundred times. I don't know Euros versus dollars well yet, but I know Euros are worth more and this had a sticker price of more than 300K Euros.

Damn, that would buy a pretty freaking nice house.

The salesman came over and was really nice to us. I told him we were just looking.

"No, we're not," said Athena. "He'll take it." The salesman gave her a look and she pointed at my ring. He got the biggest smile, and walked off and came back with the keys. Two other men came out and opened this giant door. I guess that's how they got the cars in.

"It's all been taken care of," said the salesman, handing me the keys. "Thank you for your business and we hope to see you again soon." He stuck out his hand and I shook it, but what the hell was going on? I turned and looked at Athena. I got the cutest smile.

"Get in. You bought it. Drive us back to the hotel," said Athena. That last part got her a bit of a leer from the sales guy, but, you know, a romper.

This had to be a prank, but I was game. I climbed in the driver's seat. It was way the fuck up there. She climbed in the back seat.

"I have to ride in the back until they fix the airbag," she said. Well sure, my 9-year-old lover has to ride in the back.

"Do I need a little hat?" I asked. That got me a slap on the side of the head. I pressed the button to start it and oh my god it sounded amazing. The salesman was still standing there smiling, so I rolled with the prank and drove it out of the dealership and back to the hotel.

No one stopped me.

I repeat. No one stopped me. I pulled into the hotel and up to the valet stand. Athena got out and I did too. She grabbed the keys and handed them to the valet and pulled a 20 euro note out of her romper and gave it to him. She took my hand and led me back inside.

"Is the inner circle a little clearer now?" she asked, giving me a kiss in the elevator.

I'd just bought a 300K Euro car. With my ring. In Athens.

Seemed like something to celebrate.

How about an Aston?

Marybeth again and yes, we were somewhere fucking. He didn't bother to look in the other bedroom. It's funny. Andreas and I had almost the exact same conversation. I didn't understand the inner circle either. You could replace Richie with me in the story that Richie just told. Except you'd have to replace the Mercedes dealer with the Aston Martin dealer and I'd be driving my new Aston Martin DB11 Volante. You know, the convertible. The funny thing is I picked the exact same yellow that Richie did. Twins, I guess.

Oh, and yes, I know what a romper is and I was rocking one. I think the salesman liked my breasts, maybe because my romper was a little too small.

Which is how we ended up with our new cars parked in the garage of our new house. The ten-car garage.

At least I can control my use of exclamation points.

Our house. Bob had insisted that Mom and Dad pick a nicer house than they picked. They'd picked a modest 15,000 square foot house.

Yeah, modest.

Bob had laughed and taken us to what he thought we should choose. The King had taken us in his helicopter. To a house he thought was an appropriate size.

Holy fuck!

And yes, that one deserved the exclamation point. Our house wasn't even on land. It was on stilts. Bob said it was the biggest house that they'd ever built on stilts, over the water. He said it was 52,000 square feet.

Yeah, I can't wrap my head around that either. You've read this entry. I went from being abused in a tiny little ranch house in Florida to living in a 52,000 square foot mansion and driving my own Aston Martin.

I'm 11.

Although I didn't get to drive the car that much on the island. I did like the race track on Aether.

Oh shit, another tangent. The whole point of this entry was to tell you about our first day of school.

Athena and Andreas came over to go with us. In golf carts. The entire school parking lot was full of hundreds of golf carts. This place was weird. We'd found out they were both in high school. Our 9-year-old lover was in high school. Oh yeah, I went there. Girls were great fun too.

Our first day was testing, which didn't sound like fun, until I realized it was going to be administered by someone named Coach J. I liked his shorts. His too small, slightly transparent, shorts. You could see everything. When we were walking to the testing room, a boy walked by, maybe 12. He was naked. And covered in cum.

"Heading to the showers?" said Coach J.

"Duh," came the reply.

Well sure. A cum covered preteen at school would need a shower, wouldn't they?

This place was interesting, for sure. I did stop the boy and find out his name was Kyle. Kyle was cute. I think he liked it that I licked a little of the cum off his nipple.

I liked it.

We got to the testing lab and spent a fairly grueling day testing in every conceivable subject. They were designed to not just test what we had learned, but what we could learn. Remember, we were in the 6th grade back home. Well, this was home now, but you knew what I meant.

It turned out that Richie and I tested almost exactly the same. We were farther ahead in something areas than others, and our classes were arranged to take that into account. We also had one period a day where we'd have a tutor working with us both.

We were both in the 10th grade now.

We were some of the oldest kids in the 10th grade.

We're 11.

That was our introduction to school. The teachers were amazing. I loved music class, but that might be because of Kevin. He was our teacher, but was also a student. I guess that's a thing. He's also smoking hot. Both Richie and I had a free period after music, so we decided to test something we'd been told. We went up to our teacher.

"We're new to the school," I said. You knew I'd lead, right?

"We've been told it is OK to ask the teachers if they'd like to fuck. We have a free period now. Could we all three go fuck?" I asked.

"Well, as it turns out, I have a free period now, so sure," said Kevin. Wow. That actually worked. He led us down a long corridor and into the gym.

"We can play in one of the big rooms, where there will be a lot of other people, or in one of the private rooms we just added," said Kevin.

Richie and I looked at each other and he answered.

"Big room. Definitely the big room," he said, in kind of a moan. Kevin led us into the room and holy shit there were at least a thirty people doing a lot of different things. I learned a lot that day. There were even shelves with double-ended dildos. Kevin taught me how to use one. I fucked him. I fucked Richie. I fucked Kyle, who happened to be in the room too.

Then all three of them fucked me.

It's amazing what you can accomplish in one class period. Kevin made sure we had time to shower, and damn, the shower room was just as exciting. I met a girl named Lyla and she shampooed my hair. I have never felt anything more sensual in my life. That's all we did. We shampooed each other's hair.

I think I love her. No, maybe not, but we did agree to get together after school. It turns out she didn't live that far from us. She suggested a sleepover.

I didn't think we'd sleep much.

So that was day one. Day two was better. No testing. More learning, and learn we did, at a pace I'd never seen but freaking loved.

I was a little tired though. Lyla taught me things. Lots of things. Her 9-year-old brother, Lyle, taught me other things. Lots of other things. The three of us finally fell asleep, all in the same bed.

I had to introduce them to Richie.

So that's our backstory, so to speak. Our lives, looking forward, were better.

Meanwhile, back in Florida

Bob here. I guess I never finished the Florida visit story. Time to catch up. Let's go back in time to that day. I'd written most of this, but never posted it.

I have no idea what the girls were up to, but more power to them. They texted they were taking their new friends back to Dioynsus and to not worry about them. Sure, our 7, 11, and 11-year-old friends took a space plane halfway around the world by themselves.

Seems about right.

Seriously, what is wrong with the rest of the world? Kids can do so much. They are our future and we hold them back. Hell, look at Nan. She graduated from high school recently.

At 4.

OK, she's the exception even in our world, but not by that much. One of my favorite kids is Nestor. He's 10. He was tested at slow at his school in Athens and held back. He should have been in what we call fifth grade, but they had him in third. He's been in our Robertville school for six weeks. He's in tenth grade. He is brilliant. He recently solved one of the math challenges called the Millennium Prize Problems. He solved the Riemann hypothesis. It came with a million-dollar award. It is only the second of the problems to be solved. Now I am a smart guy, but I didn't have a clue what the math meant.

He donated the money to the Hayden fund.

Now maybe Nestor and Nan are extreme examples, but I send you back to my first paragraph to suggest that perhaps they are not that extreme.

OK, weird direction for this thread, but still. I love what we've done. We're changing the world a few people at a time. All because I got a hair up my butt about starting a country. Who knew you could even do that? Oh, yeah, Sota did.

So, back to the story. You read all the new people we met at the high school car wash. What an odd place to meet people. We were having a little get together at our house tonight. Old friends and new friends.

No, that's not quite right. We were having a little get together at the Dionysus Consulate. That distinction is important. Our rules. Our laws. Perhaps the greatest of our loopholes ever.

We had a bit of a crew of old friends and new friends.

If you remember, Linn was Lance's best friend ever since kindergarten. Von is her husband. He's a decent looking guy. Maybe average, but damn he has skills. I know personally now, but I'll get to that. Lindsey is their freshman daughter and Jon is their senior son. They also brought Lon, their 9-year-old son who we hadn't met yet. Yes, Von, Jon, and Lon.

We also invited Delilah and her family. She's Amy's friend from nursing school. She's tall, thin and model gorgeous. You could use the same description for her freshman daughter Cin and her junior son Tam. Cin and Linnsey were in the same drama club, but didn't know each other very well.

They did after tonight. Intimately. They knew each other's brother too. The boys became close too, if you get my drift. Especially Lon. Lon was fun. Lon had a lot of fun.

Lon learned one of our mantras while bouncing up and down on Amai's cock.

Tits and a cock, tits and a cock. He said it so joyfully.

We're an open-minded group.

You might remember that Linnsey knew Chris and Leslie too. She knew who Noah, Hunter, and Hallie were, but hadn't really met them. Do you think going down on Hallie while Hunter and Noah DP'ed her qualified as meeting them?

I think so. For much of the evening, the adults chatted while watching the show the kids put on. Oh, we were naked and playing with each other, but casually. Stroking and rubbing. I sat between Delilah and Luna for a while. Yes, both my hands were busy. I'm not sure it was fair that Luna played with my balls while Delilah gently stroked my cock. They were really good at backing off when I got close.

Until they weren't. I'm pretty sure my entire load hit my face. It was that powerful. I did the only thing I could do in that situation.

I opened my mouth.

Yum. Oh I didn't swallow it. Delilah did. You know how.

Von, Linn's husband got the same treatment from Isaiah and Matt. The difference, of course, was that Von was stroking their cocks. They didn't try to stop. All three of them went off at once, just making a mess.

Penny called cleanup. Oh God she's beautiful. She's also dating Matt, which is wonderful. She did open herself up, being on her knees while she was doing it. Jesse helped out.

It was also great to see Vicky. You remember, the social worker that approved our adoptions. It's quite a story if you don't remember. Sometimes I read the entire journal again. So much has happened. Anyway, Vicky had brought Tim and Jim. Remember them? The smaller of their cocks was 10 inches. Smaller. They were all dating, although I sensed the connection with Tim was stronger. You go girl.

Vicky had fun. John, Amy's dad was taking her doggy style. John was having fun too. He was in the middle of a train with Tim behind him. Tim. 12-inch (30.5 cm) BBC cock Tim.

The night just went on and on and we all had great fun. We'd stop to chat for a while, then act like rabbits. I wore out after five. FIVE. You know the first one, but I had to properly introduce myself to Linn and Delilah. And Von.

The fifth one? Seriously? You have to ask?

My Queen, of course.

Amsterdam baby

Sophia here. Morgan and I were so bad about our journal entries while we were in school. It was just so overwhelming to move at the pace we were. We'll jump in with a memory every once in a while.

Like now.

Morgan and I went on a weekend vacation with Malcolm and Paul. We weren't dating them, but they were our special FWB, if you know what I mean. We went to Amsterdam. It is such a beautiful city and we had such a wonderful time exploring and finding fun things to do. We timed it for a weekend when their old friends Greg and Christi were visiting. As Paul put it, we'd enjoy time with them.

I had told them to abstain for at least two days before we went. They had to tell Greg to do the same. I know they thought it was because we were horny, and while that was true, I didn't have them save it for us. Oh yeah, Christi was in on this.

You see, one of our destinations when we went was the Red-Light district. Oh, it is real. Women in windows, lit by red lights, available to service you. It's properly regulated, the women are there by choice, and all are regularly tested. It's a very advanced approach to the business and I support it.

I also wanted to get the boys laid.

Why you ask, given they have Morgan and me, the best they'll ever have? I have absolutely no doubt Christi was pretty special too. I figured that out when we first met and she gave Sophia and me wet sloppy kisses. Well, we're the best unless some day they get to play with Amy. We're realistic.

Why not? OK, that's not very good, but that's about all we've got. We'd spent weeks leading up to this and I think they were too clueless to get it. We'd been asking them about their fantasy girl. That one girl that they'd never had and always wanted. We focused mostly on ethnicity and body type. You know, an Asian Amazon kind of thing. It turns out that their fantasies could easily have been met on campus with a whisper in an ear or two, but that's OK, we were having fun.

Oh, you want to know, do you?

As it turns out, both their fantasies were young girls. Now we could have just taken them to Dionysus and would have had volunteers that met their fantasies, but this was about a fun weekend.

Paul's desire was a young Hispanic girl. Copper skin, petite, small breasts, even puffies as he described his vision.

In other words, he wanted Ruby. Given he'd met Ruby, full clothed, my guess is that his vision was pretty darn specific. If only...

Malcolm's vision was in some ways similar. Small, young, minimal development, but Filipino or basically an Asian with darker skin.

If you don't remember Mahal, that's exactly who he was describing, but he'd never met her, so at least his dream was still in his imagination.

Turnabout was fair play, so the boys insisted we describe our never had before dream girl and they laughed and said we could not describe each other.

Spoil sports.

Given the sheer breadth of our experience, this was a tough one.

Morgan described a young blonde girl. I think she was cheating, because she was describing Alma. Swedish, young, B cup. A blonde me, in a way, and the boys called her on it, but let it stand.

I figured I'd stretch a little and ended up describing a petite young Amy. Pale skin, petite, red hair, A cup. I really did like the vision but I was enamored with both young girls and with Amy, so you blend the two...

Yeah, the boys called me on that one too.

So we had our quest. We were going to wander the Red-Light district, looking for window girls that met their visions and we were going to pay for their experience with a professional. If the woman would agree, we'd pay quite a bit extra so the rest of us could watch.

We liked to watch.

We had a glorious day exploring, then took a short afternoon nap. Much to the boy's frustration, we only took a nap. Down boys. We had an early dinner at Martine's Table, a simply fabulous restaurant, and since we weren't leaving until late tomorrow, we let the wine flow a bit. Not falling-down drunk, but pleasantly buzzed. Given it was our wines, you know they were good. The waitress was a bit startled when we ordered two bottles of stupid expensive wine, but, well, we did.

We suggested we walk it off, knowing what we wanted to do, and steered the boys towards the windows. It's not like we'd researched anything. If we saw a good fit, we'd do it, if not, it was a nice walk. Maybe just one of the boys would get lucky. Let's be honest, they were getting lucky later, any way you look at it. Tonight was my night with Paul's long thin cock up my ass. I tingled at the thought.

The boys had never been here, so the windows fascinated them. Well, I hadn't either, but you get the drift.

We only made it to the third window before we found the perfect young woman.

For me.

Simply tiny. Not even 5 feet tall. Damn near no chest in a tiny bikini. Pigtails. Bright red hair that looked natural, although I suppose we'd never know. Morgan took the initiative and talked to her, pointing at me and then the boys. She got a big grin and they exchanged money.

We went inside and she greeted us and walked right over and took my hand, leading us into what could have been a small hotel room. A nice big fluffy bed. There was a couch, and she waved the others to the couch and came back to me and started to undress me. Oh, I let her. Then she pulled the tie at her neck and her top came down. Maybe an A cup, but barely, but with big nipples and areola. She did the wiggle to drop her panties and, as you would expect, she was bare. She took my hand again and pulled me to the bed and laid me down and got between my legs.

Oh. Oh! She was good at this. I pulled at her and we rearranged so I was the wrong way on the bed. I wanted to make sure the others still had a show. We must have gotten each other off a dozen times before our time was up. It was glorious. When we were done, she thanked me. Thanked me!

"I love my job, but rarely get pleasure from it," she said. "That was simply incredible. I doubt I will ever experience sexual pleasure like that again." Wow, that was a compliment. She grabbed a pen and took my hand and wrote Rina and a phone number.

"Call me," she said. "Please."

Oh boy. Why not?

We hadn't walked four windows before we found Ruby. Well, not Ruby, but pretty damn close. A little taller, with larger A cup breasts, but simply sexy as hell. Morgan did the negotiations again, pointing at Paul. She whispered something and got a big smile. I'm guessing she was describing his endowment or his skills, or both.

We went in to similar room, but this time Morgan hiked up her dress and started fingering herself while we watched. It seemed like a good idea to me, so I did the same, except I took Greg's hand and had him do it. Christi did the same with Malcolm.

Paul's experience wasn't that memorable, basically a missionary quickie, but I think he enjoyed it. I know Morgan, Christi, and I did, because we came, hard. I think we really did have to arrange the Ruby experience for Paul. We'd find a way.

Sadly, none of the rest of us found their match, but we managed to entertain each other that night. This time Paul and I watched, while pleasuring each other. I ended up cum covered, but that was no real surprise. Greg had impressive skills and so did Christi. Let's just say we traded around. Oh, I got Paul's nice cock in my ass, but during a DP with Greg.

I think Greg passed out. Christi didn't seem to mind and I enjoyed my time with her too.

Sleeping off the wine

We slept in a bit, sleeping off the wine and yes, we all slept in the same big bed and woke each other up in our special way. Oh, Greg and Christi hadn't spent the night. We invited them, but they had plans. From the twinkle in their eyes, my guess was it wasn't just with each other.

We had a late breakfast and then were heading to the Van Gogh museum. On a whim, I texted Rina to see if she wanted to go to the museum with us. She replied she would love to and would meet us there.

We had such a nice time. We toured the museum and then Rina played tour guide, showing us all the parts of Amsterdam that tourists would not know about. She was such fun and we made a new friend. We had a terrific late lunch and laughed all the way through. We found out that Rina wanted to go to the local university, but was doing this job to save money. She'd applied for scholarships and grants, but none had come through.

Finally we needed to head home, and we told Rina we had to go.

"Wait, don't you want to have sex with me?" asked Rina. "I don't mean for money. I thought we'd all have sex."

Morgan took this one.

"Rina, we would all love to. You're such a wonderful person and we all enjoyed today with you. But today was starting a new friendship. It wasn't about sex," said Morgan. Rina started to cry.

"No one just wanted to be my friend before, once they knew what I did for a living," said Rina. We all gave her hugs and put her in an Uber and headed to the airport.

The next day I got a text from Rina, so excited, that the university had called and a scholarship had come through that paid full room and board plus a generous monthly stipend.

Imagine the coincidence.

I like to...

Bob here. Sort of a major tangent.

This is a little embarrassing, but is pretty fucking hot, so...

I like to masturbate. So I have two stories to tell about that. Amy knows I do, and sometimes she watches. Sometimes she sits next to me and helps. She loves to tickle my balls while I stroke my cock. While I know she likes that, I think it is more about her other hand, that she is usually using on her clit. Why? Because she likes what I masturbate to.

I do too.

It started out innocently enough, with our photo shoots. I found myself drawn to particular shots. What I call nip slips, camel toes, and pussy peeks. I think I made that last one up, but maybe not. It sure is descriptive though.

But not just any of those. On the young kids. I liked to see the slips and camel toes of the young kids. I couldn't touch them, and rightfully so, but I could watch them. So I had Orlando do a special shoot. Why Orlando? Because I watched. And stroked. God it was hot.

I picked a few that fit the profile. From youngest to oldest, I started with Carlina, Elena, Ruby, and Chris. Flat to puffies. Slit to just a little definition. We started out first with leotards. White leotards. Slightly sheer white leotards. Glimpse of nipples, slightest hint of slit leotards.

Holy fuck the girls were hot. Imagine them all, and I know you are. Carlina's perpetually hard nipples poking against the fabric. The crotch pulled tight over her slit, or maybe just a little tighter and slipping in. Now imagine Elena. Still a little thing, but just a bit bigger. Very, very slight definition to her pussy lips. Just a hint of a bump for her nipples. Simply stunning.

Hard yet? I'll bet you are. Unless you're female, in which case I know you're wet.

OK, let's keep going. Ruby. Oh Ruby. Such a delicate flower down there, and the smallest of puffies. More than a nipple bump, less than a breast. With those rich brown nipples showing through the leotard. If you weren't hot before, you are now.

If you're made it this far without cumming, let me push you over the top.

Chris. Puffies. Such amazing puffies. Oh my.

In every shoot, they started with the leotard on. Orlando posed them in a variety of ways. Then he pulled the leotard up into their crotch more. Then he pulled one strap off their shoulder, showing one nipple. Then he had them pull the crotch to the side and expose themselves.

Then he had them slip a finger in. Yeah, I did cum when Carlina did that. It was that hot. There I sat, covered with cum. Oh, I just left it. I wasn't done.

Then Orlando mixed it up. Elena with Ruby. Carlina and Elena. Ruby and Chris.

My favorite was Chris and Elena. Big with little, if you consider a young girl with amazing puffies big. They both had the leotard pulled off both shoulders, so were basically topless. He took a lot of shots, but my favorite was when they were facing each other. The both reached over and pulled the other's to the side. Then they slide a finger in.

To the other girl. Then Elena reached over with her other hand and started tweaking Chris' nipple, which got a groan out of her. Chris returned the favor. They really got into it until the both came. Hard.

And so did I. I actually gave myself a facial. It was wonderful.

Orlando edited them all and created a slide show out of the best shots and there were many. I loved putting it up on the big screen and slowly paging through them while I jacked off.

Then he did another photo shoot with Davy and Gracy, Cam's twins. Oh, adding a small cock really enhanced the experience. They ended in a similar shot, with Davy fingering Gracy and Gracy stroking Davy's hard little cock. You can imagine what we did when Freja and her kids visited. Orlando started bringing in other kids, from around town, for similar shoots. He shared the results with their parents, who all fucking loved them.

He got more outfits. Tank tops that were too big, and slipped a lot. Bikini bottoms that were too big and slipped a lot too. Little thin camisoles. Tight white little girl panties, which he used on the girls and the boys. In the end, Orlando had thousands of final shots. I'd say I jacked off to them a couple times a week.

But finally the light bulb popped on, which leads to the second story.

Why did I need to jack off to photos on the big TV? Every single kid that we took photos off would be thrilled to do a live show, while I slowly stroked. I tried everything. Sexy striptease. Mutual masturbation. Fingering them while I stroke -- but only those old enough. There were a lot of whines from the younger ones about that. They wanted in. Just wait, just wait. Having them play with my balls. All were wonderful. Morgan, Leslie, Chris, Ruby, Elena, Carlina, all the local girls did it for me. Some came over with girls I didn't know. I'd meet them and then jack off to them. It kind of became a thing. Oh, I didn't get carried away. I have Amy. I'm not stupid.

It was Luca that changed this from a fun game with close friends to something so much more. His idea was even educational too. He suggested a Perform for the King essay and video making contest. He defined the rules too.

• All entries must have an essay including the topics
• A little bit about the essay writer and their family
• Why I like living in Dionysus
• Why I am the right choice to perform for the King
• All entries must include a video of the entrant performing their piece
• Groups of two and three were welcome, and would have a separate judging
• Models to represent the King in your video were welcome
• The winners in each category would get a professional video and photo shoot with Mia, with me, the King
• The King reserved the right to invite any participants to reproduce their video in person, with him, including a photo and video shoot
• Selected entrants would be invited for an evening, or weekend, with the royal family

Holy shit, the entries we got. So many new kids too. So many brothers and dads acting as a stand in for me. Oh, I forgot to mention the categories.

• Girls 7 and 8
• Girls 9 to 11
• Girls 12 to 14
• Girls 15 to 18
• Girls 19 and over


• Boys 7 and 8
• Boys 9 to 11
• Boys 12 to 14
• Boys 15 to 18
• Boys 19 and over

Did you catch that there were adult categories too? Why not! Then we added a ton of additional categories. I won't list them all, but there were variations on pairs, including same sex and opposite sex. There were pairs variations with different ages. There were groups of all kinds.

We didn't script them. They were to use their imagination. We did share that the focus was masturbation and peeks, including masturbating each other, but we encouraged every participant to submit an additional free form video. By free form, we meant anything goes. Anything.

All in we ended up with over 30 categories. This was going to be wonderful.

One way or another, most entrants were going to do it live for me too.

Sometimes I wish this was a video journal. You'd love to see this. I'll share a few of my favorites and then maybe future journal entries will have some flashbacks.

Starting in the youngest group, you'll appreciate the category winner for girls. Remember Carlina? I know you do.

The video started with her leaning against a white wall. Just her. She was wearing panties and a bra, that were just a little too large for her. It's not like she needed the bra, but we said peeks, didn't we? The thing about the underwear was that it was sheer. Really sheer. So she was covered, but completely visible. It would have been hot on a girl of any age, but on her, with the little undefined slit and tiny nipples, it was simply amazing.

She started pinching her nipples, which got them erect. Then she started rubbing herself, focusing on her clit. Oh God, her clit popped out of its hood. It wasn't huge, but on her little body it sure looked like it was. She paid a lot of attention to her nipples and clit. Then she took a finger and pushed it in. With the panties. Yes, she was masturbating herself with the little sheer panties. She got so focused that one strap slipped off, exposing a nipple. She finally gave in and pulled the panties to the side and buried two fingers in herself. She was pumping away and you could tell she was close. She went off, hard. Yes, this little thing had a massive orgasm for the camera.

It took her a bit to recover, but recover she did, then a cock entered the frame. The person was standing, so you only saw their legs and cock. We had no idea of their age, but of course it was a kid. Not a little kid, but not a big kid. Just a few hairs, so right on the cusp. She actually pulled off her panties, lifting her little butt to do it. Then a hand reached down and grabbed the little bra and actually ripped it off her, leaving her naked. Wow.

She used one hand on herself, and used the other hand to slowly jack off the mystery cock. All in the rules, remember. She lasted and he lasted, but finally she came again, which was too much for him. Any question about whether he could cum was answered, as he sprayed her from face to pussy. A lot of cum. The scene faded and that was her entry. Tell me that wasn't a winner.

I'll jump to the boys 9 to 11 winner, because it too was smoking hot. It started with the camera from the angle of what would have been me. The essay said the stand-in was his dad. Nice cock Dad. The boy was 9, so small, but of age. He was wearing a T-shirt, and only a T-shirt. Something pretty hot about a bottomless boy slowing stroking his cock, in time with his dad. That's basically what it was. Them both jacking off together. After a bit, the boy's hand snaked out and he started playing with his dad's balls. Finally the dad's hand moved away and the boy was using one hand on himself and one hand on his dad. You actually saw the dad's cock swell, and knew what was going to happen. The boy pulled his dad's cock down, just a bit, so the cum simply sprayed the boy. He took a facial and then it dripped down his chest to his cock. There was a quick card saying that was the end, but then the video was back and he continued. The boy scooped up a lot of the cum and used it as lube to stroke his dad back to another erection. He then scooped up some more and turned around and got on his knees. The dad opened the boy's ass cheeks with his hands and the boy started pumping one, then two fingers into his ass, using the cum as lube.

What happened next startled us. He stood up a little and then slammed himself down on his dad's big, hard cock. He bounced up and down and then on an upstroke actually spun to face his dad. He was bouncing and his dad was stroking the little guys cock. They lasted and lasted and then you saw the boy cum, although nothing came out. You could tell the dad was cumming deep inside him. He lifted off and got on his knees and you could see the cum started to ooze out of his little ass.

Then someone else snaked into the picture. A girl, maybe 10. She was naked and had nice small breasts. She was on her knees. First she cleaned off her dad's cock, then she sucked all the cum out of what we assumed was her brother's ass, and passed it to the little guy in a kiss.

And the screen faded. Well, they were a fun family!

They were making my list of in-person visits too. Hell, at some point I was taking the dad's cock in my ass and I'm pretty sure Amy would like it too.

Let me shift over to one of the sessions that had two people in it, because it went down a path I didn't think I'd like at all, but in the end it was amazingly erotic. It was a boy/girl couple. She was 7, so just on the cusp. He was 10, and a bit developed, so my guess was he could cum. Oh yes, he could.

It's such a simple video. They're in what looks to be a shower, or at least someplace tile with a drain. The girl is leaning back against the wall. She's adorable, with no development, but is lazily stroking her finger in and out. Short dark hair, creamy skin, you get the idea. You see the boy is standing over her, stroking his cock. All we see is abs to toes, so I'm guessing on the age a bit. He is stroking his cock, and that's much of the video. Finally he cums all over her chest and it drips down and she uses it as lube to stroke until she cums. He's still standing there, and has gone soft, but as soon as she's done, he washes her off. No, not with the shower.

By peeing on her. It actually sets her off again. It was weird and interesting.

I was going to pee on someone and someone was going to pee on me.

One more. Maybe I'll stop, but maybe I'll share a few more. They're fucking hot.

This one was two boys, about 12 and 15, and a small girl, maybe 9. There was a feather duster involved. I was going to try this. Let's skip the part where they masturbated and jump to the free form. The older boy sat back as the younger boy lowered himself onto his surprisingly large cock. Reverse cowgirl, so facing away from the older boy. The girl came into the frame with the feather duster and used it to tickle both their cocks. The older boys as it slid in and out, and the younger boys while she blew him. Yes, blew him.

There was going to be a run on feather dusters. I might have one delivered to every house on the islands.

This could be a million-word post, so I'll wait and do some more another time.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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