23 February 2019

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The big debate

Turns out I got a bite, so to speak. The leader of a powerful Southern Baptist group in the US publicly announced that he wanted to debate me. I called a meeting of the Dionysus leadership council to discuss it. Everyone was there, including Bob and Amy and my mom and dad. Carlina's dad Romeo was with us too.

I pitched that I believed it was time to have the debate and that I should be honest. That caused a bit of an uproar. There were two camps. One for, one against. It was a mixed bag regarding who was in which group. Mom was for. Dad was against. Chris was for. Morgan was against.

Bob and Amy were for, which carried a crap ton of weight.

"Listen," said Amy. "We have thousands of residents now. Gamma is open, which means new people arrive every week that fuck kids. Sorry to be blunt, but that's what this is all about. The word will get out, sooner rather than later. We could let that happen and go into damage control, or we could get ahead of it."

"Amy's right," said Bob. "You know what will come out will be some 50-year-old dude fucking a 9-year-old girl, or worse, a 9-year-old boy. No big deal to us, with consent, but that getting out couldn't be controlled. Gabe, who is 13, with Carlina, who is 7, isn't as bad, from their perspective. Yes, they see them as children, but both of them as children. The people that are going to take the hit are Jesse, Julia, and Romeo. The world won't treat them well."

"That's my concern," said Jesse. "Not that I'll take the hit, but that my family will. We already went through this with Juanita."

Oh damn, I never looked at it that way. That quieted down the room.

"I think he should do it," said Juanita, softly. Yes, she was there with us. She's a member of the council. "I think the world has changed, a little, and it is these kids that have changed it. It needs to keep going and this is truly going to be a revolution in the world. I think Carlina put it so well. Kids don't hate. Amy is also right. It will come out. Get it out now, with an orator as amazing as Gabe. Better yet, put them both on stage together. Show how powerful they are, together.

"I can't make this call," said Romeo. "If we really believe in the power of the kids, let them decide. It sounds like Gabe is in. If Carlina is too, shouldn't that be the decision?"

Wow.

My instinct was to protect Carlina, but that was silly. She jumped in. You know she did.

"Oh hell yes I'll do it," said Carlina, with her typical passion. Between Romeo's comment and Carlina's, the group made the decision I believed was right. That settled it, so we diverted our attention to more fun things.

It was a big group. There was a lot of fun. Ruby and I really missed Juanita, so we dragged her back to a bedroom. Carlina came too. She couldn't be with Juanita, but she could be with Ruby and me. Oh, and Tomas. Of course he came with us too. It was his first time with Juanita. They both enjoyed it. Tomas just devoured Juanita's cock, but was nice enough to not make her cum. As he put it, he wanted one of the loads. I deferred to Ruby, and Tomas, Carlina, and I just watched while Juanita made love to Ruby. It was so damn sweet and they both clearly enjoyed it. I'd missed my sister too, since she was in New York so much, so I made love to her next. Sloppy seconds were just fine with me. Tomas was so nice to defer, given he missed her too, but he was up next.

Hell yes Ruby wanted a third, but then it was Carlina's turn. She had cleanup. She also got to experience Ruby's skills. Oh boy that was fun to watch. OK, participate in. You know I was fucking Carlina while they were doing it, right?

Showtime

I think it was going to help our case that he was loud and blustery and she was meek and couldn't get in a word.

And that was just during introductions before the debate started. He was loud, arrogant, condescending, and just oozed smarm. What was worse was that you could just tell that if given the opportunity to do it without repercussions, he'd fuck us both in a heartbeat.

His camp had also insisted that Anderson Cooper couldn't be fair because he was gay. OMG. They insisted that the debate be moderated with a person of their choice too. We all discussed it and came to the conclusion it would benefit us. This is going to sound cocky, but it didn't matter who they chose, Carlina and I were smarter than they were. Fuck, she graduated from high school at 7.

We had proposed opening statements by all four participants. They had balked. We distinctly got the impression he didn't want his wife speaking. The debate was 90 minutes. Each person had 3 minutes to do their introduction. The moderators had 60 minutes to alternate questions. Then we each got a closing statement. A coin toss said their moderator would go first. I gave them credit, their choice was a well-known conservative woman. We got to go first with the questions.

Here we go.

He went first with his introduction and shared his extensive history as a minister. He barely touched on the fact that his educational background included a two-year program in air conditioning repair. Carlina went next and shared that she was in the international relations program at NYU and was the UN ambassador for Dionysus. She said it with pride, but not gloating. Her tone was perfect. She also mentioned she was a General in our country's military and a pilot of both F-61 and F-71 fighters and part of the force that protected the Olympics. She ended that part on her being the champion of the Acura NSX racing program. Yeah, there were a lot of people googling the NSX program and what the fuck an F-61 and F-71 were. When they got to space plane, it was going to shock them. Yeah, she touched on peace in the Middle East too.

Did you notice that he went first on their side, but Carlina went first on ours? Fuck yes, we were making a point. Oh, I forgot. You were supposed to end on an accomplishment for which you were proud. I had suggested she go for shooting down the nuke. She had other ideas.

"Most proud? That's easy. I've done some interesting things in my short life, but what I am the most proud of is being here, right now. I am an accomplished young woman. I am furthering my education. I am in public service for my country. I will show the world today that you have underestimated your youth. While the adults are all out there starting wars, the kids are making peace," said Carlina. The kids are making peace. What a fucking fantastic line.

His wife went next and I am sorry to refer to her that way, but that was the dynamic. She quietly talked about being a homemaker. It was clear she was expressing her subservience and didn't want to be here. She talked about raising their four children. Then it was my turn.

"I want to start by thanking you for your efforts. Too often the importance of a strong mother is undervalued. I owe so much to my mother, who helped pull our family out of poverty and despair, and I want to thank her too," I said. OK, a bit of a suck up, but still.

I shared a little about my background. My education. My roots. I touched on Juanita's story, which I did on purpose, because I knew he'd go after it and I'd screw him into the ground. Finally I had to end on what I was most proud of. That was so easy.

"I am proud that I am a person that Carlina finds worthy of spending time with, let alone marrying. She is my soul mate. Many will challenge that we know this at our age, but the fundamental mistake that our world makes is confusing chronological age with maturity. I love Carlina and I know she loves me and we will use this stage to show the world how right that is," I said. Carlina reached and took my hand and just beamed into the camera. Damn she's adorable.

The questions went back and forth for a bit. Carlina and I both answered questions and chimed in on the others. I think we were coming off as credible. On their side, he spoke. She didn't. At all.

Then the tide turned. The next question was directed at us both.

"Do you two believe in God? Do you attend church?" asked their moderator. We had agreed I'd take this one first. It was an expected question.

"Those are entirely different questions, aren't they? Do I believe in a higher power that may be looking down on us? I certainly believe it is possible. Do I support the organized religion as it is practiced on Dionysus? Absolutely. Do I believe that the church should be used to wield power against the powerless? No, and sadly that's what it has become for many people. So Carlina did something about it. She negotiated a peaceful compromise between Iran and Israel. What have you done in your ministry to promote peace? I've seen your demonstrations. You protested the funeral of a soldier killed in Iraq. You protested at the funeral of children killed in a school shooting. You protested a President that was consoling the victims of a tornado," I said. "Don't get me started on the Catholic church."

"I have no doubt that you would have protested our wedding," said Carlina. "That would have made me even more proud to be married to Gabe. People like you that hide behind religion and use it as a club for power sicken me."

I loved that Anderson left some dead air. He even offered to allow a rebuttal, which wasn't in the rules. No rebuttal came.

The next question was directed at Carlina. We expected it too. I think they believed that this would cover up the disaster of their last question.

"Carlina, let me get directly to the point," said their questioner. "Are you a virgin?" Well, about as direct as can be.

"Isn't that what this whole debate is about? The right-wing is so consumed about sex. Who's having it with whom. Are you not getting enough at home? Is that the problem?" said Carlina. Boom.

"Let me answer it in a different way. I have never been sexually assaulted. In the United States, one-third of all women have been sexually assaulted. In Dionysus, the number is zero. Listen to that. Zero. We have never, ever, had a crime committed in our country. Not one. No one has raped. No one has stolen. No one has beaten anyone up. No one," said Carlina. "Isn't that telling? The US is 22nd out of 27 developed countries in their high school graduation rate. The dropout rate is 7.4%. The dropout rate for Hispanics like Gabe is 28.6%. So whatever you're doing in your country is failing. On Dionysus, children are challenged. I graduated from high school at 7. I am legally an adult everywhere in the world. I am in college at NYU. I am the ambassador to the UN. My friend Chris, who is 13, is the US ambassador to the UN. You never went to college, which is unfortunately true for many Americans that don't have the opportunity. But I'll end this diatribe with a question for your wife, who you haven't allowed to answer a single question. I'm confident that Anderson will make it the next question if need be."

"Ma'am, with all respect, have you ever been forced to have sex against your will by your husband?" asked Carlina.

Damn, I didn't expect her to go there. He looked stricken. She looked down at her feet, and took a moment, but then gathered herself. Then she spoke in a stronger voice than we had heard.

"Repeatedly. Including last night. He's forced our son and daughter to have sex too. He is a monster," she said.

I think the debate was over.

We all just stared. What the fuck do we do now? I felt Carlina press something into my hands. Handcuffs. Oh. Got it. We're in Dionysus. No wonder she was so adamant the debate be here. I stood up.

"Sir, please stand up. You are in the embassy of Dionysus right now, which is our country, not yours. As a Colonel in our defense and police force, I place you under arrest," I said. He blubbered and grandstanded and more, but just sat there. OK, it's hard not to laugh that I'm a Colonel and Carlina is a General. Oh, I don't have a problem with it. It's right, it just makes me smile. She is my superior officer in every way. Oh, sorry about the tangent.

Carlina got in his face.

"Sir, you need to follow his orders. This is Dionysus. Gabe is a member of the royal family, as am I. We have the absolute right to not only arrest you, but to convict you and immediately sentence you. You don't understand your situation. If we chose to, we could toss you off the balcony to fall 55 stories to your death and it would be legal," said Carlina.

Yeah, that got a startled look from him.

"You are very fortunate that we are a peaceful couple and are interested in seeing you prosecuted for your crimes in the US. We will support your wife in every way that we can, including financially. We will arrange counseling for her and your children. No one should experience being forced to have sex without their consent. You are going away for the rest of your life," added Carlina. Then she turned to their moderator.

"And to directly answer your question, no, I am not a virgin and let me tell you the sex is fucking amazing," she said. What the fuck did she just do?

Heat of the moment I guess. She pulled me down and gave me a big kiss. On global television. Just as she finished, Lieutenant Jim came on camera with two uniformed officers. She'd set him up. She later told me she wasn't sure what would happen, but she wanted to be prepared.

Oh, but the handcuffs were hers. Let's not go there.

We were only 50 minutes into a 90-minute debate. Anderson asked if we'd consider finishing it as an interview. The two of us plus his wife. She had already agreed. She was crying, but standing tall. In for a penny, we agreed. We all sat down. The police escorted him out.

"Thank you all for agreeing to continue this as an interview. Ma'am, I am very sorry to hear of your circumstances. You should be proud to have brought them into the light," said Anderson.

"I am proud. I should have done it years ago. I should have done it the day he raped our daughter when she was four. I should have done it the day he raped our son when he was three. I was a coward. I allowed it to happen in my home. I am not fit," she said, with force.

"Respectfully, you were a victim," said Carlina. "He was your abuser and I have no doubt that you feared for your life. I meant what I said. Our country will support you financially. We will ensure you have the finest attorneys. We will provide counseling for you and your children. We have your back."

God I love her.

"You mean every word of that, don't you?" said Anderson.

"Moments ago, our attorneys asked the court to protect their assets from him, including using them for his defense. They assured she would maintain occupancy of their family home. Our financial advisor paid off their mortgage and the loans on their cars. A trust fund has been established for both their counseling and for the future college expenses for their children. Another trust has been setup to cover their expenses until she can establish herself in the workforce. We cannot, of course, do this for every family in this circumstance. We wish we could. This became personal when he came after us," said Carlina.

I wasn't watching Carlina. I was watching the wife. None of this was a surprise to her. Carlina looked at me and realized I'd figured it out. She squeezed my hand.

Carlina hadn't set him up alone. They'd done it together.

Then Anderson changed directions.

"I would be remiss as a journalist if I didn't respond to one of your last comments during the debate, Carlina," said Anderson. "It seems conflicting. You're helping this women's family, where the children have been abused at a young age. Yet you admitted on live TV that you're a sexually active 7-year-old. Why shouldn't Gabe be taken away in handcuffs too?"

"Well, for one, you'd be taking away the wrong person. I seduced him. I initiated everything. So if you think handcuffs are required, they would have to go on me," said Carlina. "But that would just be stupid. The circumstances are entirely different and let me explain why. Her children live in a country where children are not valued. They're suppressed from growing up and forced to learn and grow according to a calendar. It's patently ridiculous. Look at the US. Kids act up because they're bored and not challenged. There is no better way to show that than the efforts of our king's BBF investment fund. He and his protege Amelia have invested in the technology developed by kids. It started as high school kids and now also includes middle school kids. One of my best friends, Rylee, owns a company that she started with Bob and Amelia's investment. She is worth billions now."

"She is 13. Amelia, who is in charge of grants, is also an investor in startups. She recently moved to number 94 on the Forbes 500 list. She is 19. Eighteen months ago, she was a poor kid, at a terrible inner-city school, and living in a slum. She was given an opportunity and has proven herself. Even our king was 21-years-old when his efforts resulted in sudden wealth. This may get me in a little trouble with him, but Forbes has his family in the wrong spot. They're not number 13. They are number 1 and it would take most of the rest of the Top 10 added together to match them," she added.

"Living in Dionysus is paradise. A year ago I was a kid at a bad elementary school in Athens. My Dad is a single parent and had a good, but not great, job in a failing economy with terrible education system. Then he had the opportunity to immigrate to Dionysus. It was great for him and he was a huge success and still is. But the biggest impact was on me. I went from what you consider first grade to NYU in 18 months. I speak almost 20 languages and am learning four more. Gabe speaks the same ones I do. We could do this interview in any of them. I was the translator in our recent negotiations because I speak Hebrew, Yiddish, and Persian," she said.

"Sorry for the lengthy monologue, but if my life is what happens when you let kids make their own decisions, then the adults should get the hell out of the way and let us live our lives. Thank God, if there is one, that my dad has given me this freedom. As for the question of legal or illegal, both Gabe and I are legal adults in every country in the world. Don't make me repeat the things I have accomplished. Oh, maybe one. After the show, would you like to go into space? Gabe and I each have our own F-71. I'm happy to take you."

OK, how do you top an offer to go into space, offered by a 7-year-old space pilot?

You don't. Anderson accepted the offer with a huge grin on his face. Oh, the plane wasn't here. It was on Dionysus. But that's a short hop in Carlina's F-61 that we brought. It's a lot more fun in the big space plane, because there is room to float around. The offer was a surprise to Anderson, but not to his producer. Carlina had arranged for a small camera crew to join us. If anything would diffuse the issue, it would be this.

The interview ended and we had an escort arranged to take her to the hotel. The network had preempted the next show, and probably the next, so we could do this live. Two cameramen had portable cameras. Bob had worked with them to ensure the live broadcast would be seamless. They followed us up the stairs to the roof, where we had the F-61 waiting. We got on board and Carlina made a bit of a show of being the pilot. One of the cameramen stayed in the back with Anderson and me, and the other cameraman, or camerawoman to be accurate, followed Carlina into the cockpit. Carlina was going to let her ride shotgun now and in space. Carlina took us almost straight up, which is quite a ride. We had the TV on in the cabin and saw the live feed. It is a spectacular ride and view, particularly when you level off at 102,000 feet. We were barely up when we started down. I was explaining that we were in the passenger pod of Carlina's fully armed fighter. She landed us at the airport, right next to the space plane. We walked off and Bob and Amy were there. Oh you know we staged this. They were going up with us. We climbed on board and the camera women came into the cockpit. Carlina was going to fly left seat and I was flying right. Anderson was going to interview Bob and Amy first.

Things were different now

"It is a pleasure to speak with you today," said Anderson. "It is not often we get to speak with royalty, especially while floating in space." Yeah, we were. We had an unbuckled and were floating around. Bob and I both laughed.

"I suppose we are, but we're really just Bob and Amy from Florida, who got really lucky," said Bob. "Honestly, being king and queen actually started as a bit of a joke. It was just our family on an island I bought on a whim. We didn't expect it to become a thriving country with over 30,000 residents in less than two years. We may change our approach someday, but right now it works. We make decisions as a community. One of our earliest decisions was that we wouldn't put artificial barriers in the way of the development of our community's children."

"But what about Carlina's revelation. She's 7," said Anderson.

"Stop obsessing about age. How very American of you, Anderson," I said. "You're asking about the private sex life of an adult. Do you like it when people intrude on your sex life?"

Oh burn.

"OK, I hear you, but come on, she's 7. What are the limits? Can she only sleep with boys up to 12? 15? 55?" said Anderson. Oh he was going for it.

"Again, you're asking about the sex life of an adult. It's just none of my business any more than it is yours. Ask her yourself, if you want, but don't blame her if all you get is a stare," said Bob. "And why did you say boys? Surely you're not suggesting girls can only be with boys, are you?" Oh he felt that one. He was clearly conflicted.

"Listen, we get it. I'll bet you have a friend or family member with a 7-year-old. You've spent time with the child and to you, any suggestion of sexual activity is downright disgusting. For that 7-year-old, we would all likely agree, including Carlina, and would want protections to ensure that didn't happen. You're an adult at 13 in Dionysus. In special cases, you and your parents can petition for adulthood. In both Gabe and Carlina's case, their parents did, and it is pretty easy to see they deserve it. If you have an arguments, remember they're the pilots for this space plane," I said. "With that, why don't Bob and I go fly so you can talk to them."

We swam to the cockpit, which is damn fun, but this was serious.

I started this shitstorm

We came out and got into position to talk to Anderson. I suggested that this was a serious topic and maybe we should sit down. We strapped in and you would have thought we were in a regular airplane.

"I'll start with you, Carlina. Was that a slip in the heat of the moment or did you plan that?" asked Anderson.

"Maybe a little of both, Anderson. I had considered it for a long time, but only if the opportunity presented itself. It felt like it did," I said. "Listen, I heard what Bob and Amy said. They're right. Stop thinking like an American. I am a happily married adult in a consensual sexual relationship with my husband. What we do in the bedroom is no one's damn business. Let's talk about something important, like the next steps in world peace. Or the efforts of Hayden International to eliminate hunger in the world. Hell, I'll even talk about Tokyo, but this line of questioning needs to be done. Dionysus is different. It is special. I am blessed to not only live there, but to have been welcomed into the royal family. Let's change the subject. Want to go for a ride in my racing Acura NSX? We can do it on our track when we land."

Boy was he conflicted. He wanted to continue, but he wanted to ride in my Acura too. He took a big breath.

"Well I hope you're ready for this. The world response is going to be ugly. It is going to rain down on you," said Anderson.

"Maybe so," I said. "But I can handle it. I am a strong, powerful adult woman. What else matters?"

We'll see. Let's change the subject for now. We need a break.

Not Amai!

The good news, no great news, is that Amai graduated with her doctorate and moved to Dionysus.

What's the bad news? We're losing Amai! Yeah, it is a bit of a crisis. We need help so badly to control and manage our lives. Our friends and family are succeeding so well, but it means we needed to expand the family. Over and over. Alison is running Beta. Julia is the CEO of all the resorts. Eleanor is running Gamma, or I guess now it is Gamma I. Blake is the new Attorney General, but Sota is giving him a ton of help. Sota would have had the job, but he and his family didn't want to move. Blake is a bit over his head, given the precise legal efforts we needed, but he's hiring a small, incredibly competent staff. Yes, we have a team of lawyers. Little ol' Bob and me.

Luca is the managing director of the casino. Of course he is.

Heck, we needed at least another 2,500 people in our defense force and security force. We were careful, both on the islands and abroad. Look how big the kingdom was now! And yes, I laughed when I typed that.

I was about to start interviews. No, not for the defense force. For an assistant. Keep up. We had a lot of candidates. Bob was doing interviews too, and we'd narrow the list and do a second round. Oh, you know the rules. Sex was OK, but not required.

The job was open to students. We'd had such success with Amai, and Luna, and more, that were students and assistants at the same time and we wanted to continue it. We decided to not put an age limit on it, but hire the best candidate. We had people from 6 to 47 apply. All were equally considered. We had so many people apply that we did the only thing we could. We decided to hire someone for me and someone for Bob. They could cover for each other too.

Everyone knew there were a lot of candidates, so the first day was fairly quick meet and greets. We were looking for chemistry. Amai and others did the first round, taking us each down to 12 that they thought we'd like. Let's face it, they knew us well. I gave them each a full half hour. Clothed. No fun, just talk. All were outstanding and I decided I'd introduce most of them to other family members. It's not like we didn't need more help. I liked them all so much that I had Amai tell them all that they would be offered a role in the family, just not necessarily with us. Maybe we should rotate.

Anyway. Bob had come to a similar conclusion, so 24 new people were going to be on the payroll.

For me, I narrowed it down to two candidates. Two entirely opposite candidates. Polar opposite candidates.

The first was a 43-year-old man. Not superstar handsome. Just an average guy. Think of a dad. Because he was a dad. That was cool. He was married, with three kids, 7, 9, and 11. He'd married up, because his wife was smart and beautiful. Even he mentioned it. Oh yes, I met the whole family. They came with him. It was a requirement. Our home was their home if we hired them. Think Gabe and Ruby. So, we needed to ensure chemistry.

Oh it was there. I loved them all and I don't mean in that way. Well, maybe I do, but we all just clicked. They were fun and incredible. He was on the short list. Oh, he was a student at the nursing school in Athens. It had always been his dream. More power to him.

The second was a 9-year-old girl. Yes, you read that right. Polar opposites, remember? She was just so smart and organized. Organized. Not a word you used often with our family. My phone had rung during the interview.

She answered it. I don't know who it was. She didn't tell me. I didn't need to know. I only heard her side of the conversation, but someone needed a decision and she made it, confirming it was OK to move forward.

I wonder what she approved?

Didn't matter. If I was hiring her, what she did would be a huge part of the job. I was impressed with her poise and confidence.

Confident enough to come to the interview in bikini bottoms. Just the bottoms. Pretty sure they were last year's too. Her little nipple bumps were on glorious display.

I like nipple bumps.

OK, I can be swayed by adorable too. I closed out the interview by telling her she would be on the short list. She was thrilled.

"Not to sway the interview, ma'am, but can I do anything more personal for you? I know it is not required, but I am very sexual and find you and your husband very attractive," she said. As difficult as it was, I declined, but assured her that regardless of the decision, we'd find time to be together. She just beamed. Her smile was incredible. I did tell her to never call me ma'am again. I was just Amy. I ain't no ma'am.

Did I mention that she was a student at the University of Athens? She was studying astrophysics. She was in her second year.

I hired them both. You would have too.

And yes, I met her family too. They had come with her, but didn't sit in on the interview until I'd made the decision. They were important too, since, like my other candidate, I was sure they'd be around a lot. What I didn't count on was her identical twin. Wow, such sparks. They were ruthless with each other. It was hilarious. They also had an adorable 10-year-old brother that proudly told me that he was experienced and available to the family.

The parents were just a parent. A single dad. A studly single dad. Yes, I'd made good hires.

OK, I ended my day with the little guy fucking me. He was surprisingly good at it.

I liked these hires.

Decisions, decisions

They all needed assistants. At least one for each home. Yes, yes, they had major domos or the like, but that was to manage the house, not their own affairs. Some might even like the opportunity to spend a year or two in New York. I know all those kids needed assistants. Look at all they were doing!

OK, back to my assistant. I narrowed it down to two as well. We hadn't consulted each other or met each other's candidates, so I had to laugh at the similarities. Sort of.

My first candidate was also male, but mine was 11. He was a big strong boy and funny as hell. I suspect he was the class clown. He was also smart, organized, and dedicated. Amy had more willpower than I did, because I blew him. Big loads for an 11-year-old and no, that didn't influence the decision. He was still in our local school, but in the 11th grade. He'd just moved to the island a few weeks before. I just loved his passion. No, not that passion. About the job. So he made my short list. I met his 9 and 10-year-old sisters and his 14-year-old brother. Oh I'd do'em. His parents were the type with which you instantly bonded. Oh they were going to be in our social circle. All 6 of them. Yes, he was a hire.

The second was a 39-year-old woman. She actually had experience as an administrative assistant to an Athens business executive. She was all business. You know. Business suit, white blouse. Professional. It took all I had to break through that persona and convince her that this was a shorts and T-shirt job. Heck I was in a T-shirt right then. Finally she took off her jacket, at least.

I think I passed out then. The blouse was sheer. Really sheer. No bra sheer. Nice, very nice, D cups, unfettered and firm. Huge areolae. OK, I stared. So did my little friend, that peaked out from the bottom of my shorts. She did something that surprised me, given her personality.

She got on her knees, pants me, and gave me an incredible blow job. We ended up in bed and yes, that body was incredible as were her skills.

And no, that's not why she got the job. Once she loosened up, she was funny, and sarcastic, and quick. My kind of woman. Once we got dressed again, she brought in her family. And by dressed, I mean that I had shorts on and she was in her panties. That was a way to meet her family.

Her husband was big, burly, and funny. Easily 6'5" (195 cm). Sort of a bear type, but a fit bear, if you get the idea. They had two kids, both boys, 11 and 13. The 13-year-old took after her and was slim and handsome. The 11-year-old took after him. Still slim, but burly. Hard to describe.

We spent time laughing during the introductions which was a positive sign. So was the fact that the 11-year-old was standing next to his mom and just rubbing away on her panty covered ass.

The next step was obvious. We had a barbeque with the four families. We had to see the chemistry. They'd all be around a lot.

Does the fact that dessert was s'mores tell you anything?

They do have names

The man I hired was Desta. He and his family had moved here from Ethiopia. Oh, did I not mention he was black? Does it matter? Just the sweetest, nicest, guy, and yes, once the hiring was all done, Bob and I spent some time with his family. Some time. The woman Bob hired was Radinka. Her family was from Russia. Damn she was smoking and yes, we got to know her family too. My Russian was weak, so I was hoping to improve that.

The young man Bob hired was Shin. His family was from North Korea. Yes, North. We'd made a lot of progress, you know. The young woman that I hired was Mary Lou. Mary Lou and her family hailed from Dallas, Texas and she had the cutest damn accent.

Everything about Mary Lou was cute. She had skills too. Once she got hired, she didn't bother with the bikini bottoms much anymore.

I'll come back to the barbeque in another entry. Soon.

Damn fine photos

I thought I'd share a story about a photo shoot. A very specific photo shoot. Mia and I did this one together. Grace was in LA, so, well, I liked the company. Mia is great fun. She's also one hell of a photographer. Better than I am, but she laughs it off when I tell her that.

Think of this shoot as a study of the female body. The young female body. We were focusing on girls that were in the range of 5 to 9, but would move a little higher if they were undeveloped down there. You know, down there. Our threshold was hair. Any hair down there and we would save you for another shoot. What we found fascinating was the variety of development. Some girls had just slits. No development at all. Others had a prominent clit, poking out from that tiny slit. Others were starting to puff up a little. You know what I mean. We were not just looking at their undeveloped bodies, but were also taking them through the stages of arousal. They were a wonderful series.

But this also wasn't just clinical. We had fun backdrops and cute outfits. They got to play dress up and then slowly take off clothing. Dresses or skirts. You get the idea. We used a lot of the camisoles. We also used the little girl bras. Some girls dropped their sundresses and only had panties on. Some didn't even have that.

Our favorites were too large. It could be a bathing suit. It could be panties or a bra. Sometimes a cami. But when they were too big, you got flashes. Oh God flashes. A nipple here. A pussy peek there. The girls loved it.

So did we.

But remember, stages of arousal. Some girls got themselves aroused. Some girls we helped. I do have oral skills and so does Mia, although she was limited by age. Some girls brought a helper. A few brought girlfriends and yes, we weren't stupid, we did a lot of two, and some three, girl shots. Some girls brought a young boy and we included them too. We found a difference in getting aroused with fingers or a tongue and getting aroused by getting fucked. Remember, if they were seven, they could get fucked and yes we were careful to get parental permission for everything. A few even wanted me to fuck them and I gave them the full Orlando treatment.

Now when they did get fucked we asked the boys to pull out and cum on the girls. Those shots were off-the-charts amazing. These cute little aroused girls with cum on their pussy, or their nipples, or sometimes even up to their face.

Some girls that were at least 9 brought their dads. You get the idea.

So how did we find these models? We put an ad on the town website:

Models wanted for photo shoot. Ages 5 to 9 preferred, but open to girls in early development. Primary photographer will be Prince Orlando. For more information contact.

There was no confusion on what we were looking for. They knew it would involve nudity and sexual activity. This was Dionysus. What else would it involve?

Oh, did I mention Tegan and Carlina were with us today?

You're waiting on me to tell you about Tegan's shoot, aren't you? Tegan and Carlina in our first shoot, but that's not all. They brought Gabe and Luca with them.

Now you're getting it.

Tegan and Carlina were out of their clothes in a flash. We did their shoot in a bedroom. They started together, just sitting back against the pillows on a plain white big bed. Legs together. The only thing you could see was their nipples and they were rock hard. These girls were into it. Slowly they started spreading their legs, and then Carlina hooked hers over Tegan. We saw a little, then more, then even more. Then they used their fingers to pull their lips apart, showing everything. On the video you could even see the lips go from light pink to engorged dark pink. It was going to be an incredible triptych too. They mirrored each other without saying a word or looking at what the other was doing. There was a connection we didn't understand. Carlina did tell me later that yes, they were talking away. Just in their heads.

Cool.

Slowly they each inserted a finger and started pumping in and out. They were getting wetter and wetter, until it started leaking down onto the bed. Finally they traded. Carlina's finger went into Tegan and Tegan's finger went into Carlina. Their eyes were closed at this point and their breathing was getting heavier. I hadn't noticed movement, but from each side one of the boys climbed on the bed. Hard and naked. Naked and hard. The kneeled and offered their cocks to the girls' mouths. They had switched, so Tegan took Gabe's cock and Carlina took Luca's. They kept playing with each other while the boys pumped in and out. All the way in and out. You could see the girls' throats stretch on each stroke. They had skills. It must have been their first of the day, combined with the girls' skills, but they both pulled out and came. First they covered the girls' nipples, and it started dripping down onto their fingers, then they turned and finished by cumming on each other's cocks. That was all the girls could take and they had massive orgasms. The video of all this was incredible, but the still shots. The O face on all four at the same time.

Amazing. I'd setup up a gallery in the building too, just like Mia. A special gallery. An invitation only gallery. These shots were going in it.

That was the first of the day. I won't say they got better, but many were just as good. You'll recognize some of the names of the girls in our shoots.

Reina, Phary, Alissa, Arilla (yes, the twins together), Carol, Della, Mallory. All incredible shoots. We'll save some for Mia to post, but I have to share the last one.

Nan.

Oh god.

Nan brought her brother Cerni, who was 9-years-old. Nan proudly declared that she'd worked her way up in size. Cock size. Cock's that could fuck her. She declared her limit was now 5-inch (13 cm)es. That opened her up, so to speak, to a lot more cocks.

For fun, we started Nan in the bathtub. Just a little bubble bath and a toy duck. Yes, a freaking toy duck. She splashed and had a great time, with her hair plastered to her face. Finally she stood up, with bubbles on her body and it was breathtaking. No development at all, of course, but she was simply spectacular. Her energy, her intelligence, her wit, her strength. It all just oozed out of her. She had a huge smile and was clearly having a wonderful time.

Just then Cerni's cock entered the picture. It's about all you could see. She licked it and sucked it like a lollipop. It was both innocent and sexy at the same time. He pulled back and his hand entered the frame. First he took the hand shower and rinsed her off, then lifted her out of the tub. He got on his knees, and for the first time you saw all of him. He used a big fluffy towel to dry her off, paying particular attention to her pussy. We got flashes as he did it, and could see her get more engorged and then wet. We got the idea this might be their bath time ritual. He took her hand and led her into the attached bedroom and right up onto the big bed. This one had very dark blue sheets and their white skin contrasted. They didn't waste any time. She got on her knees and he climbed up and slid right in and started pumping, so gently. We got the idea this was still a typical nightly bath for them. He started pumping faster, but not slamming into her. Just a nice fast fuck. They were both moaning and then he emptied himself in her. He pulled out and climbed off the bed and we did dozens of shots of her, on her knees, oozing cum.

We had her lay back on the pillows and spread her lips. She kept dipping in and licking off her fingers.

I couldn't resist. I just couldn't. I climbed up and just cleaned Nan out, causing Nan to just keep going over. Mia kept shooting and got some incredible pics of me from behind, with precum dripping. She couldn't take me, so once she went over, she blew me. She's pretty damn good at it.

Oh.

Mia climbed up and I just pounded her. Remember, she said I fucked her. She just didn't mention I did it while Cerni was licking out Nan.

And those were just two of a full day of stories. Good ones though.

Tegan has more to say

Damn.

I love his cock.

And I was going to have it.

I stripped again too and climbed up on the big bed, right next to Nan. I started kissing her and wiggled my cute little ass. Luca got the hint. He always did.

This was a power fuck. A serious power fuck. He filled me up.

Good thing Gabe was there too. Oh, you thought I meant for cleanup. Well, I did, but he added his load too.

Then he cleaned me up.

We all headed home for a nap.

One more story

I had to tell one more story because it was just so sweet. I don't know what kids belong to who, but I did learn all the kid's names. It blew me away how many arrived on golf carts without adults. That's what happened on this shoot. 9-year-old Phary arrived with her 7-year-old brother Kosal. Phary was right at the edge of our shoot. She had gorgeous little puffies, but no development to speak of below. Oh, that's not fair. She had a nice little flower, just not to the point of, you know, hair. Like I say, right at the edge. Tall too at about 5 feet.

Her little brother was adorable. A slightly smaller male version and you could easily tell they were siblings. The cutest little 3-inch (8 cm) stiffy. They arrived wearing gym shorts. Only gym shorts. On both of them.

Did I mention the puffies?

We started the shoot out on the nice carpeted floor, with a big tub of Lego. Yes, we did a shoot of them just playing. All you really saw was their joy of being together.

And Phary's puffies. I knew about Bob and his slide shows. I am confident I was going to add to them.

Then Kosal stood up and pulled off his shorts and threw them out of the shot. That started a whole series of him with his little cock in the wind, but Phary still in her shorts. He called her on it and she stood up and did the same thing. She did in it in such a sexy move. Just wiggled them off, then bent over and picked them up and threw them out of the shot. Bent over facing away from the camera.

You can imagine it, now can't you?

She sat back down and they kept playing, just naked. It was so innocent and so sensual, all at the same time. Suddenly Kosal reached over and started gently rubbing Phary's clit. You could almost see the blood flow as her lips puffed up and her clit popped out. She leaned back and supported herself on her arms and closed her eyes. Kosal kept at it and then leaned over and latched on to the closest nipple. The closest puffy nipple. You could clearly hear Phary moan. He slipped his fingers in, but every time he stroked it in and out, he rubbed across her clit. She was in heaven and he was hard as a rock.

They just kept doing it. He was teasing her too. Just as she would get close, he would stop and she would moan. He must have done it a dozen times before he let her finish. I've read before when people describe an orgasm as a seizure and now I have seen it happen.

Yes, all the men and boys in the room were learning from young Kosal.

When Phary calmed down, she lowered herself on her back and lifted her legs in the air. She folded them almost to her head and held them there.

Kosal knew what do to. He got on his knees, spread wide, and slid right in. Then he did the same damn thing. He was using his thumb on her clit and would get her close and stop. Over and over and over.

Then she couldn't stop and had another seizure. Oh, he came during it. You know he did.

It. Was. Amazing.

They needed to hold training classes.

"I've got to talk to their parents. Gabe and I have a series of training videos. I absolutely have to include this video in the series. If they won't, we'll duplicate it, but I don't think we can ever do anything that is as good. That was incredible," said Orlando.

Training videos? Seriously? I had to find those.

No, I'm still stuck on that. I admit Orlando is the best I have ever had, but training videos?

And Gabe is that good too?

I think I moaned.

OK, one more shoot. This one was amazing too.

It was two little girls. Alissa and Arilla. Identical twins. We did an entire shoot with them just sitting cross-logged on the floor, playing with dolls, naked. Nothing sexual. Just two incredibly cute 9-year-old girls playing with dolls. They didn't have any development except nipple bumps. Not quite puffies. Not quite flat. Sexy as hell.

Then two boys entered the shoot. Darian and Dion, 12-year-old twins. The Minister's kids. You have to love this place. They sat down and played dolls with the girls. It was so sweet. They were naked too and not even hard. They really were just playing dolls with the girls.

And then they weren't. In slow motion, the girls pushed the boys on their backs and started licking and sucking their cocks. Oh they got hard fast. In unison, the girls climbed up their legs and sat down on their cocks. Side by side, two sets of identical twins, with the girls bouncing on the boys. They timed it beautifully and were bouncing up and down together. I can't even believe I remembered to trip the shutter. It was so amazing. Of course, we had the 8K video cameras running too.

Finally you could tell both boys were close. The girls timed it perfectly and slipped up and off, sitting on the boys' legs. They each grabbed the cock they had been riding and pointed it at their nipple bumps. The boys erupted together, just covering them. It all dripped back down onto their pussies and the boys' cocks.

The girls kept stroking and the boys got hard. Again.

Then they slid up and did the same thing, but this time they were covered in cum.

The first time was great. This was spectacular. The boys lasted, but finally the girls let them cum. In them.

Then they slid up and sat right down on the boy's faces.

For cleanup.

Orlando and Dad both had handheld cameras and got some incredible closeups.

That shoot ended our day. Mostly because I called cleanup for the boys. Orlando did for the girls. Oh my, that left me exposed. Well, I hadn't seen Dad in a few days.

You know what I mean.

New islands. Now what?

Didn't know that rule. Might have bought them one at a time.

Remember the story about hiring a thousand people for our military? Try three thousand, across three more locations.

I had a goal though. Hee hee. Come on, somebody has to try them out. It's actually going really well. Each island is near a larger area, so we've recruited locally, but have also recruited globally. We want a nice diverse community, not an insular one. We're even hiring in one location and moving to another. Sort of a military brat mentality, if everyone you met at any location was willing to fuck your brains out.

I think our military families are happier, don't you?

This isn't a long post. More of a status report. We have a solid base, with family housing, built on all three of the new islands. We have families that have moved in and schools and everything else done. Our first target was a community of a thousand on each island. We overshot, which was a positive problem to have.

The most interesting part is that we've been contracting with nearby nations to take on much of their defense work. We're not putting boots on the ground in their country, but we're open to taking over the Air Force and Navy responsibility. What we won't do is take over their existing military, for two reasons.

One, they kind of suck. They're poorly run, spend too much money, incredibly political, and filled with people on the take. And that's the nice ones.

Two, well, you know two. They wouldn't all be safe. So, we took recommendations from our existing teams and cherry picked the best out of their forces. We need so many less people anyway, because our technology is vastly superior. For example, our fast gun boats are all hybrids. Fucking fast hybrids.

I could go into more, but you don't care, now do you? You want to hear about fun times. Right? I like having them, you like living vicariously through me. Oh, that's not fair. Everyone that reads these is part of the family, so to speak, so likely fucking just as much as I am.

OK, maybe not as much as me. I am the Princess of Fucking. Is that a real position? It should be. Think of the ribbons you could put on your uniform. Maybe I'll just paint a little cock on my plane every time I experience a new one.

No, not enough room.

Hey, I'm a teenager now. I'm hormonal and horny. I hope I don't grow out of it.

So, back to the story. I try to visit each location monthly. I stay for a few days and we have a big party for any newcomers to the area. No, come on, a party. Usually a barbeque or something.

OK, busted. That's not all we do. I couldn't possibly entertain them all at once. The parties are often a couple hundred people. Remember when we named the islands? We had a contest where you submitted your name and essay? I made my visits an education opportunity. You'll love it. It was an essay contest for the kids.

Why should my family get to fuck the Princess

Oh, you probably think I am kidding. Nope. That's the actual name of the contest. I'm usually there four days and entertain two, or sometimes three, families.

A day.

Yeah baby. OK, you read that in Mike Myers voice, didn't you?

Let me tell you, we have so much fun reading the submissions. We allow them from anyone 5 and up. If they're 5, they're personally limited in what they can do, but their family is not. Did you know I've kept a little black book with names, dates, and ratings ever since we moved in with Dad? Yep, with a total. I'll bet you'd love to read that, wouldn't you. It's not like we write a journal entry every time I get fucked, so it's over that number.

Given there are now over 500 people in that list, I guess I am kind of, um, easy. Easy girls of the world unite!

OK, that didn't sound good, did it. I do have standards, I just love sex. And, um, I'm on the third volume of the book. Then again, Ruby is on the fourth of hers. She has really ramped up knocking on random doors. Remember, no one turns down Ruby.

So back to the contest. I'll share some over time, but the essays had so much energy and passion in them. The teachers told me that they have never seen students put more effort into an essay in their life. I guess I need to be the prize more often, now don't I? Of course now most of my family is fighting for the opportunity to be a prize. Hey, it was my idea. That said, we could entertain more new families that way, couldn't we?

Yeah, I gave in. We opened up the contests to Ruby and Carlina. They insisted. Your essay could be directed to one of us, or just be whoever picks us and you never knew who might show up at your house. Oh yeah, we went to them. One night. Dinner and fun. Or breakfast and fun. Sometimes lunch and fun. Sometimes all three in a day. Tonight was one of those nights on Boreas. You know, the island off Sweden. You haven't learned all the island names yet, have you? Carlina suggested that an option be that one of the three families host everyone. Three families, all of us.

Who ordered the orgy? Orgy for twelve. Or fourteen. Or maybe twenty. Big families are fun. That's what was happening tonight, and we were on our way. We were in my plane. Yes, Carlina gave in and agreed to ride in the back. Oh, and we threw Orlando and Gabe in as extra prizes. Two of the winners were girls. It only seemed fair. The boys fought us and fought us, but finally agreed to go. Yeah, right. I didn't know where Grace was. I'd suggested she join us, but she didn't feel comfortable because she's pretty well-known. I got that, but I sure did see the twinkle in her eye when she said she had other plans. It became clearer when Camila walked out of the back of their house.

Oh, you want to read the essays? Well, maybe later, but now we were landing in their driveway. The nice thing about the houses we built was we always planned for a place for us to land.

So let's talk about the winners and their families. One Swedish family that moved a short distance. One Italian family that came a little farther. One family from Panama, here on one of the exchange programs. All six of the parents were in the military, but you really don't care about that. I don't. Well, maybe I do, but no one else with me did. So here goes.

Winner one, who officially won the night with me, was Gilen, a 12-year-old Swedish girl. Her essay focused around how much fun we would have and her oral skills. I like oral skills. She also shared that her 13-year-old brother Fredrik and her 11-year-old brother Bjorne were really good in bed and had been through the entire series of training videos that Gabe and Orlando had created. Oh God those are great training videos. I'm in one of them. Hey, they had to teach with someone. They are both simply incredible, so if Fredrik and Bjorne had been studying them that was great. She also went on to describe her parents Halsten and Kia. She even underlined that her dad Halsten had a massive cock. OK, she might have won right there. Her essay didn't just focus on the sex. She wouldn't have won. She had to write about her future and her goals and I just loved her passion. She was already taking flying lessons, and was close to moving to jets. I love our world.

Winner two, who won the night with Ruby, was 6-year-old Pio, from Italy. You had to respect Pio's math skills though. He was six when he submitted the essay. Today, yes today, is his seventh birthday. OMG, to celebrate your coming of age with Ruby. Hell, even just typing Ruby's name makes me wet. OK, and made me shiver a bit. Pio had a sister that is just five, Simona. Pio made a point of telling us in his essay that she had, as he put it, superior oral skills. Well, that's nice to know. They were a smaller family, as their mom, Sabrina, was a single mom. And let me tell you, a damn fine-looking single mom. Oh yeah, submissions included pictures of the family. Pio was nice enough to send nudes. Of them all. Simona was pretty damn cute too.

Winner three, matched up with Carlina, was 9-year-old Abelia, from Panama. Imagine Ruby, a year or two ago. Pretty close. I'm not saying all Hispanic girls were beautiful, but, well, maybe I am. 9-years-old with puffies. I was sucking on those puffies tonight. I don't care who she won. Abelia was from a big family, and had three brothers, 8-year-old Andes, 13-year-old Ermano, and 17-year-old Maciel. They too were a single parent family, but in this case, the dad was Gencio. Oh the dad. I was surprised the dad had custody, particularly in a Latin culture, and was sad to find out he was a widower.

It was easy to see that these were happy, well-adjusted families. We met at Gilen's house and all the families already knew each other. The island was getting pretty big, as was the community, but the parent's jobs overlapped a bit. The excitement and laughter when we walked in the door was palpable. A little boy ran up and since we had pictures, we knew it was Pio. He ran right up to Ruby and stuck out his hand. She took it, with a smile.

"My name is Pio and you're Ruby and I'm going to fuck for the first time and I'm going to fuck you," said Pio. Yeah, excited. Given that Ruby's nipples popped right out, I am pretty sure she was too. I am also confident she was leaking into her shorts. Oh, shorts you ask? On an island off Sweden?

We came to the house in our flight suits, but peeled them off quickly. Remember what the three girls were wearing at the car wash? Terry cloth shorts and little thin, tiny camisoles?

I might have stretched them a little more, given my growing A cups, but we freaking rocked them. The boys were in thin, tight, basketball shorts, also terry cloth, and tight, tight tank tops. All of us were in white. It was quite a vision. Maciel was talking to Orlando, and I overheard him ask if they could fuck each other. From his grin, I think Orlando was agreeing.

Gilen came up to introduce herself with her entire family. She did very nice formal introductions.

"My brothers and dad would all like to fuck you," said Gilen, so politely. "Mom said I could use the double-ended dildo for the first time. Can we start with that? Can I fuck you first?"

Damn she was adorable. Just a year younger than me, but newer to all this I guess. She'd never used the dildo! She was dressed in shorts and a tight T-shirt that showed her off nicely. Damn, B cups. Firm B cups. No bra firm B cups. I didn't answer, I just reached over and pulled her shirt off. That got a megawatt smile. One damn cute Swedish girl. She returned the favor, then we both went to the shorts. Yep, commando.

There we were, naked. I guess the party was starting.

"Wait, wait," said Ruby, which stopped us all. "This is Pio's 7th birthday. We're going first and you're all watching." With that, she reached down and pulled Pio's shirt off, then his shorts. Well, a nice hard cock awaited. Only about 2.5 inches, but uncut and hard. He reached over and pulled Ruby's shirt off and the entire place actually gasped. Well, let's be honest. Ruby with puffies is a sight to see. She wiggled out of her shorts, to another gasp. She is, bar none, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. I'd do her. Oh, yeah. She took Pio's hand and led him into the middle of the living room, where his mom had spread out two towels.

"I watched the training video," said Pio, proudly. "I saw what Orlando and Gabe do. Please lie down." Oh, Ruby did, for sure and little Pio proceeded to duplicate every one of the boys' best moves. He had Ruby just rocking when he slid up, and in. We all heard her moan, which was surprising, because we moaned too. All of us. We just watched as he pumped in and out. She was freaking loving it.

"Simona, come here. Lick her nipples and play with her clit," said Pio. Little Simona quickly stripped, because apparently doing those things required her to be nude.

We were all OK with that. She got on her knees and sucked Ruby's nearest nipple in her mouth. Her hand snaked down between them and she started rubbing Ruby's clit. She unlatched long enough to call out Ermano's name and wiggle her little butt.

She didn't mean... Oh, no, she didn't. Ermano dropped all of his clothes and laid down on his stomach and started licking Simona. Quite well. All of the sudden Ruby started convulsing. I don't know how else to describe it. That sent little Simona over too, and then Pio came. Hard. Nothing, of course, but he rode it all the way with Ruby.

I don't know who started it, but we all burst out into spontaneous applause. Pio finally pulled out and jumped up and actually took a bow.

While he did, Simona crawled over and started sucking him. Seven-year-olds recover pretty damn fast.

"Next!" yelled Pio. We all laughed, but Bjorne laid down on the towels and lifted his legs in the air. Pio just grinned, and slid right in. Simona had him wet enough.

Sure, fuck a cute 10-year-old girl, then a hot 11-year-old boy. I didn't get to watch them finish, because Gilen took my hand. Oh, she already had the dildo inserted. She led me over and bent me over the couch.

Everything after that is hazy. Well, not really, but I know I had six different cocks and three different dildos. I didn't let anyone clean me up until the end. Five of the six actually came. Yeah, the other one was Pio. When we were done, I laid on the towels and waved Gilen over.

She understood cleanup. I have no idea what the others did. I was having too damn much fun.

A massive cock

Leslie forgot to talk about one thing. Remember Halsten, the dad with the massive cock? That was not, in any way, an understatement. He rivaled Leo, which seems impossible. Easily 10 inches and thick, thick, thick. It took effort, a lot of effort, but both Leslie and I got our turns. I thought it was going to split me open, but my screams were not pain. Carlina was pissed she couldn't try.

The rest of the night was just fucking and sucking anything nearby. There were nine cocks in this room and I am happy to say I got to experience all of them. In some cases twice. My little black book was filling up too. Halsten got a star by his name. You know he did. But then again, so did Pio. He might not be endowed, but he had passion and was open to suggestion too. There's this special thing I like... No, you don't need to know. It's my special thing. Pio knows it though.

Aww, only seven

I saved all my loads like Leslie did, but I saved them for Simona. I loved that little girl. So young and clearly bright. She reminded me a lot of Nan. Incredibly smart, with a vicious wit. They had just moved here, but she'd already been promoted to third grade. She'd graduate high school in the next year, I know she would. I talked to her mom about letting her come visit Gabe and me and I was surprised when she agreed on the spot. Now admittedly Sabrina agreed to it while I was going down on her, which might not have been quite fair. I'm pretty sure she would have agreed to give me a kidney at that point. She had to take her mouth off Orlando's cock to answer too, and she knew I was just getting her ready for Orlando. Prince Orlando. Cockmaster.

Yeah, I'm going to start call him cockmaster. It made me giggle.

Just interviews? Nope

Nurse Amy

Oh hell, just Amy. Sounds like I missed some fun on Boreas, but I was having fun of my own.

I got a call from the school director recently. It seems that one of our school nurses was going on vacation for two weeks and they were having trouble finding someone to cover for her. We had a lot of medical professionals on the island, but they had day jobs. They'd been able to rotate in the past, but this time it just didn't work.

So she asked me if I'd fill in. If you remember, I did graduate from nursing school and passed my boards and I've faithfully done my continuing education to maintain my license in Florida. I'm not sure why. Hell, here I could just declare myself qualified by royal decree. Couldn't I?

How in the holy hell did I become the queen of a country? That's a conversation between me and my therapist, I guess.

Back to the story. I didn't have anything special planned, so of course I agreed. My vision of the school nurse was that they put on Band-Aids and administered ADHD medicine, but do you know what? We didn't have a single kid on medication in our school system. Something about our program to keep the kids engaged and move them at their own pace seems to have had an amazing impact. Or maybe it is the sex. Or both. I don't think we'll win the Nobel prize for curing ADHD with frequent blow jobs.

Yet.

There I go on tangents again. It's Bob. He's infected me with tangents. Oh, I had a tangent on tangents.

Did you catch I said school system, not school? We had a lot of schools now, scattered across the communities on both the near island, Artemis, and the far island, Eros. We were building schools in the new community on Vino too and the other islands, but that's, well, a tangent. Each school had a capacity of five hundred students, but were designed to grow to 1,500. They were getting full as the communities grew to support the resorts, so we were building them as fast as we could. Now I am sure you expected me to talk about elementary schools, and middle schools, and high schools, but we don't have that at all. We just have schools. When you have 7-year-olds in high school, separating them was silly. We just had classrooms across the twelve grades. Yes, we stuck with 12 because our curriculum in the grades wasn't that unusual, it was just the kids in the grades that was different. By having all the grades, the kids could have recess and other age-oriented classes together, if they wanted too. Most liked PE with kids their own age, but everything else they stuck with their class. Mostly.

Back to being a nurse. It did involve Band-Aids, but also involved being someone to just talk to. A bit of a counselor role. Sometimes the kids were a little stressed, being so advanced, so they were free to leave class at any time and go talk to the nurse. I was covering for the two schools on Artemis, so one in the morning and one in the afternoon. A thousand kids. No, check that. One had expanded. Roughly 1,500 kids.

But here's the problem. I don't mean to sound cocky, but I'm a bit of a draw. We expected an awful lot of kids to need counseling just to get an opportunity to fuck the queen. Fuck the queen, you ask? Yes, we did believe that orgasms were calming. It was common for the school nurse to ensure the student got off before going back to class. Whether it was doing a nice 69 with the girls, or blowing or getting fucked by the boys, the kids had opportunities for sexual therapy with the nurses.

If you recall, I had doubts about being a nurse. I might rethink that now.

Back to the problem at hand. We anticipated this interest, so the schools put out an announcement prior to my arrival and also posted it on the doors into the school. It read:

We recognize there will be considerable interest in a counseling session with Queen Amy during her two weeks as our school nurse. We ask that students that are not in an emergency or serious situation defer to those that are. Queen Amy has offered to counsel students with non-emergency situations after school hours until all students have had their opportunity. Please be aware that these after-hours sessions may be in small groups, as we anticipate high demand. A sign-up sheet in the office is available for those with interest.

Now you can read between the lines, can't you? The kids could. Remember, two schools totaled 1,500 students. I couldn't wait.

Within the first hour of my first day, 329 students signed up.

Three Hundred and Twenty Nine.

Oh, it was going to take me awhile, but I wasn't going to disappoint the students. I asked Bob to create a new section in the Dionysus app that would be a lottery for who got to go when. I'd set the time and number and that number of kids would get a notice as to where to meet me. I even took over one of the new houses on Artemis so I'd have a place to, um, counsel. It was early in my tenure, so what the hell, I put in four half-hour long sessions for after school today. I figured I'd start small, so I put a limit of four kids in each session. The kids could accept or ask to defer to another time.

All sixteen accepted.

And that doesn't count the counseling sessions that I did in the nurse's office during the day. There were kids that legitimately needed to talk or, well, fuck. I kept count and in that first six-hour day, I licked 9 girls to orgasm (and they returned the favor), gave 4 blow jobs and got fucked 7 times.

Of course, one way or another I swallowed those loads too. Eleven loads. Yum. Yeah, I still had my cravings. There was a concern about the fact that I couldn't help the younger kids in the same way, but there was a peer program to help. Yep.

I won't share all the details of my after-school romp, but I'll share a little. These were not game time sessions, they were pure sex. The first group, by accident, was all boys. 9, 12, 13, and 14. I offered blowjobs or a fuck.

Guess which one they all picked. I did require cleanup, and the little guy offered to cleanup for everyone. He was good at it too. I thought I was going to explode. He was a damn good kisser too. You know, when I got all the cum. Too bad he couldn't cum yet. Just three loads. Still pretty damn good. No, wait, 4. The 14-year-old fucked the 9-year-old too. Hell yes I got that load too. It was the 9-year-old's birthday. I was his first adult fuck. I was honored.

The second session was two girls, 9 and 15. Little nubs and C cups. A nice balance. The other two were boys, 11 and 13. Let me tell you, the 11-year-old was hung. Eight inches and thick hung. More impressive, he managed four loads. Four? Yes, one for me, one for each girl, and the last one for the 13-year-old boy.

All to me in the end, of course. I got both of the girls off too, but they did a powerful 69 with each other. Let's just say we were making future friends with these sessions. Did you catch the boy came four times in 30 minutes? He went in my little black book to find time with again. Oh hell, they likely all were going to.

Third group was all girls. 9, 9, 11, 15. The littlest of them all was quite the director. She'd brought clothespins too. Yes she did. Ouch, oh. That's what I heard the entire 30 minutes. OUCH. Ohhhh.

The final group was two and two again. Two girls, both 10 and a 15 and 16-year-old boy. They both power-fucked me, then the girls insisted they fuck them too. They were such nice boys to agree. I licked everything I could lick.

This was my first day. School ended at 1500, so all of this happened by 1700. Oh, I forgot to mention. I left those two last loads in. Just pulled up my panties.

Bob liked that. A lot. First he enjoyed sloppy thirds and added his load. Then Elias added another. Orlando happened by and hey, I needed a fifth.

Then Bob cleaned me up. Took a bit of time, but I got it all. We do like to kiss.

I wonder what day two was going to be like. Same old, same old. Yippee!

Only 313 more to go. Oh wait, another 418 had signed up. I might have to recruit helpers. Bob offered. So did Sophia and Morgan. We're good.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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