4 May 2019

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Ion all the way

Leslie here.

The ion technology is cool. The C-80 had been expensive to develop but now that the technology existed, commercializing it was pretty straightforward. I felt a little bad, because it was going to put some industries out of business or at least make them take a hit.

The upside was it was going to not only slow global warming but had the potential to reverse it. Yes reverse.

So, let's walk through our latest products. As much as I loved Bill and Bob, these were all ours. We had to decide if we were going to license the tech and if we did, Cessna and Boeing would certainly be partners. The other option we were considering was buying both companies to gain manufacturing capacity.

We were going to need it.

So, lets walk through our latest offerings. All had received US FAA certification which was the bellwether for commercial sales. Most new planes took years to develop. Not ours. Lawrence and his team were amazing. The FAA process was pretty public, so the buzz had started.

The first thing we built was a fighter. Hey, I'm Leslie. That can't surprise you. It was also simple. We took the F-77 and did an engine swap. We had to do some upgrades to handle the increased velocity, but they were simple. We also limited them to about 20,000 mph in the atmosphere. Friction you know. It did put any place on earth at under an hour given the circumference is only 25,000 miles. That was the F-81.

The need for the plane was diminishing as peace was a side effect of our economic efforts and our assault on hunger. Let's be honest what air force would go after our F-61, let alone these?

Of course, we did the E-82 executive jet variation. This was a comfortable 24-seat version. Most of our pilots had one. We were flitting around the world in the first ones off the line.

We were changing air travel too. We realized we didn't need 400-passenger planes. Smaller planes were as efficient. The only difference was the number of crew and given no flight was over 45 minutes we expected minimal cabin service. So, we built the E-101, which held 50-passengers and the E-111 which held 100-passengers. Now we hated crowded planes, so those numbers were with comfortable seats and generous legroom. We wouldn't build them any other way. They were pretty easy to build at a modest price since they didn't have to go into space. They could zip around in the atmosphere.

Next up was the C-112 cargo plane. Think of the C-80 but much larger but not space capable. This would put the marine freight and train industry under. Now some things wouldn't fly, like oil, but the dependency would go down once we converted to ion-powered cars. More on that later.

The last plane would be a limited run but quite valuable. It was an enhanced C-80 we called the C-83 satellite catcher. Its singular purpose was retrieving all the junk that was circling our planet.

Now all of those things were cool, but the most amazing development was about the size of a dorm room refrigerator. You know, the little 2-foot cube. Only it wasn't a refrigerator. It was a generator. A 220Kw generator. Big enough to run a small neighborhood or medium-sized office building. They were a cube for a reason and had simple connectors on all the sides. If you needed more capacity, you just connected more together. The connectors were magnetic. You set two together and slid them near each other and they grabbed each other. Right now, we could build a cube with four each direction. Sixty-four of them together had a little overhead but not much, so the cube put out 14 Mw. 14 Megawatts is a crap ton of power. The average house used 20-30 Kilowatts. So, 500 or more houses.

An entire coal power plant only put out about 600 Mw. We can put together 50 big cubes and exceed that.

Remember the fuel source for the ion drive. Carbon dioxide.

Now you're probably thinking we needed big tanks of CO2 and the cost to fill and transport the tanks would be an issue.

Nope. The process was incredibly efficient. Remember the first post about the C-80. It cost a few dollars to lap the moon. In the case of the generators, they were optimized to run off air. Yes, that's what you read. They would suck air in, strip the CO2 and return oxygen. I don't pretend to understand the process, but Nan sure did.

So, follow me here. We could build entire self-contained communities powered by these units. A large array could power a desalination plant. Our original plan was to supplement with solar and wave and wind power, but these were more efficient and cleansed the air. I mentioned the idea of a power plant, but we wouldn't do that. Put a small cube of the appropriate size next to a building. No more power lines.

Oh, and did I mention that a Tesla P100D in ludicrous mode draws less than one megawatt? Oh yes, we had smaller ones for cars perfected. We had stripped the batteries out of just that car and replaced it with a one-megawatt ion generator.

Which was the size of a toaster. A two-slice toaster. We found a spot for it under the hood. We even altered the floor plan to give the passengers more room using the space the batteries used to occupy.

Don't get me started on our autonomous driving algorithms. Rylee, you know. We had retrofitted a few hundred of our golf carts with self-driving ion power. You just hopped in, told the cart your destination, and off you went. It opened up the islands to kids that couldn't reach the pedals. It was hilarious to watch all the carts scooting around. What was amazing was that none of them ever stopped at an intersection. The programming was smart enough and aware enough to time every crossing cart to avoid collision.

At speed.

It took a little getting used to because you wanted to scream. The carts would miss each other by inches every time.

On the track we had a whole fleet of retrofitted cars zooming around. We even held autonomous races. We had converted a lot of cool cars to ion-generated electricity. Some like the Tesla and other electric cars were easy. Others took more engineering but once the cars were designed around the tech that would change.

I started with planes and now I'm talking about dorm fridges and self-driving cars. Our lives are, you know, weird.

We had just had a council meeting to talk about the financial impact of our inventions. It was going to be a problem. A tank the world economy problem. OK in the long run but a shift of value from old school to new school that was unprecedented. And we owned the entire new school. Our decision had been to focus on the generators first. We would deploy them throughout the third-world and change things over night. Let's boost their economy.

Although we were busy today. Lawrence and crew had retrofitted four F-1 cars. We had reviewed the tech specs and they clearly had not anticipated anyone building an electric F-1 car. In other words, they forgot to ban them. They would, after the first race. Morgan drove her Mercedes F-1 car around our Ring, and it was brutally fast. Then she beat it in the same car, powered with our tech, by 28 full seconds. She even said there was more, but it had scared her a little.

Scared Morgan. Wow.

>From planes to generators to F1. We were headed to Melbourne Australia later today in our modified C-112. Oh, come on. You know we modified one. Lawrence had pulled out all the stops and built us an incredibly luxurious plane. Think the 747 if it was a lot bigger and nicer. It still had a huge cargo hold but now had a ramp.

BFP v2. OK, it was the GFP. Giant, you know. The passenger areas were a series of pods too so in many ways it was like a BBJ C. We could easily reconfigure it. On this trip there were just a few of us. Our driving team was Orlando, Grace, Carlina, and me. We had won our rides fair and square in some pretty crazy races. Our cheering section included Mom and Dad, Sophia, Luca, Tegan and Gabe. Elena came too and was our alternate driver.

We landed in Melbourne and went to bed. Yeah weird but we had to shift time zones. They were naps but we got up in time to get to the track. While we napped, our cars had been transported and should be in our garage. We had two Mercedes, one Ferrari, and one Honda. We were a private team which was unusual. Our one other modification was a tad personal. We had a way to drink fluids and pee in the car. Why you ask?

Because we didn't need pit stops. Tires were a limitation, but Lawrence had attacked that problem pretty successfully.

We were well enough known that even Carlina didn't cause a stir anymore, but our cars did. As soon as we arrived the head of the tech crew was in our garage.

"You can't run these!" he shouted.

"Why?" I asked. Such a simple question and he didn't have an answer. He kept throwing things out and hoping they'd stick but my standard response was simple.

"Show me the regulation we were violating," I repeated, over and over. Blake and Mona had scoured the regs and assured us that until they banned us, we were legal. Oh, did you catch that? Mona had graduated from law school and was part of Blake's team. She and Amai were quite close. They were sometimes a bit of a trio with Anahi. They were fun together. Really fun together. I say this from personal experience.

Finally, they gave up and allowed us to practice but we were sure they were furiously searching for a reason. Good luck with that. Practice was starting and we suited up. We had to design a new helmet system as the standard one couldn't handle the G-forces we generated in a turn. I guess I didn't mention that Lawrence had adapted artificial gravity technology to increase our down force. We left the wings on, but they were mostly cosmetic. We could have run a Winnebago and won with our tech.

We all suited up and headed out. It was so weird driving an F-1 car that was silent. Just tire noise, nothing else. We weaved through traffic to find an open spot and then got into a position to draft. Me, Carlina, Orlando, Grace. Mercedes, Honda, Mercedes, Ferrari. All in our colors. Passing the other cars had taken no effort. Just loafing.

So, we got on it. The track was new to us, so we were conservative, but we were significantly faster than the other cars. 50 to 70 mph faster. We could do turns at speeds they couldn't achieve on the long straight.

It was brutal. The first practice ended, and we drove the cars straight to our garage. As you can imagine a crowd had gathered including all the other drivers. I didn't have the heart to tell them that none of them had the skill to drive the cars. I also didn't mention that if the four of us would just retire to the suite, the cars could run the race without us and add close to another hundred mph. Humans are fragile.

Back to the moment. I knew the men that were waiting right by the door. The president of F1, the president of the local organization, and the head of tech. This was going to be interesting. We invited them in and showed them the cars. It was a bit hilarious because there was so much empty space in the car. After all we had taken out the engine and transmission. There were four miniaturized motors with one attached to each wheel. The ion generator was small. More of a four-slice toaster size. Then there was empty space.

"We would like to talk," said the F1 dude. I'll bet they would. "We acknowledge that your cars are likely legal under our rules. We don't even understand the technology but clearly didn't anticipate it so didn't exclude it. You are a lock for one through four on the grid and in the race. But we would like to politely ask you to withdraw and have another suggestion. Our reasoning is that your dominance will actually take away from the experience of the fans. All our other cars are fairly evenly matched. It means the race is about skill. Now we know your team is highly skilled but suspect my grandma could win the race in one of your cars."

"So here is our suggestion. We will stage a race prior to the F1 race, in the morning. Just your four cars. The fans will love it. We also commit that we will work with you and the manufacturers to create a new F1E series to run in parallel with the existing series," he said.

I looked at our other drivers and could see they would leave it to me. Orlando did give me a small nod.

"OK. We understand and agree this is a good solution but have a few suggestions that I think you'll like. First, we will field a ten-car race. We have six additional capable drivers with us and have the cars too," I said. You could easily tell they liked that.

"Our second suggestion is about race length. The main race is 58 laps. We can't be that long, or we detract from the race even though our time would be shorter. We suggest short twenty lap race with our drivers followed by a ten-lap race without drivers," I said. You could see the confusion in their faces.

"What do you mean without drivers?" asked the tech guy. Then I saw the light bulb go on.

"Your cars can drive autonomously," he said, softly. I just smiled at him. "Holy shit. They can safely race?" I assured them that the cars had thousands of hours racing that way.

"We ran one race for 96 consecutive hours. The cars don't get tired and they don't need fuel," I said. That got eyebrows up. "We are not prepared to share all the technical details, but they are fun cars."

"I have no doubt," said the head of F1. "Maybe we will also have F1A." Oh that would be cool, and I told him that. Just then the garage doors opened and there was a transport with the other cars. Dad just grinned. He does get shit done.

"Would any of you be interested in having a car take you for a ride? You can do it in street clothes. We will keep the speeds to a reasonable pace and there is no risk of fire." All three men were clearly interested and fearful. "Have any of you ever been in an F1 car?" Ah. None had. In the end they all agreed and strapped into a car. We told them to drive the car to the start finish line. That freaked them a bit, but they did it.

And off they went. The cars pulled back in after five laps. They were all so damn excited. It was cute.

Every one of them did a lap that beat the previous track record.

We ran the F1E race and it was spectacular. Our cars were faster than we could safely drive them, so it all came down to skill.

Or your level of crazy.

I had more skill and none of my competitors would have disagreed with that.

I did not have more crazy. Carlina did. She beat me by a full car length, and she deserved it. The order of results doesn't matter, but Carlina got the win. The crowd went absolutely nuts. Immediately after our race, we lined all the cars back up in a starting grid and got out. As soon as we were off the course, the cars started back up and took off. It actually shocked the entire crowd into silence. The fastest lap time ever in an F1 car was just a touch over 2 minutes. In our race, our average lap time was 1:28. That is a simply incredible difference.

When the cars went out by themselves, their average lap was 42 seconds. The cars started and finished in the same order. While they were all capable of passing another car, and did, they were moving so fast and of such similar capabilities that they made the decision not to. And by they, I meant the cars themselves.

Rylee's tech was pretty freaking amazing.

Oh, and a lap time of 42 seconds worked out to an average speed of a little over 500 mph.

Yes, you read that right. The cars could do the sharpest corners at over 400. Nothing broke them loose. They broke 600 on the long straights.

They were just freaking blurs. When the announcer shared those stats, the crowd went absolutely nuts. Wouldn't you?

Our day was over, so we did what we always do and retired to the mansion that Dad bought on the water. Hey, another place for our friends to use, right?

It was a really nice place on the water.

We had a really fun group too. You saw the list.

Cum all over littles

Amy here. OK, I have become as addicted to masturbation as Bob has. You'll find me on the couch, sometimes with a toy, just going to town with a slide show or videos playing. Sometimes we have girl's night, usually with a theme, and all sit around on the couch getting ourselves off. Sometimes we have Bring a partner night where you sit next to a guy and play with each other, but you're not allowed to bring your guy. Oh, they can be there, just with someone else.

Sometimes we do it with live shows. Those are by far the most fun. We come up with a theme and have it done right there on the living room floor in front of us. There is never a shortage of volunteers, particularly given it almost always turns into free fuck. Want a small shot at the Queen? Volunteer. OK, take the word almost out of that sentence. It always turns into free fuck.

Tonight was just such a night. We'd planned on just a girl's night but finally decided to make it bring a partner. The theme was cum covered littles. It was Alison's idea and it was a winner. The target, so to speak, had to be from 5 to 8. Little. Got it? That meant the, um, provider, needed to be 17 or younger and able to cum. The pair could get the boy to the point of cumming in any way they wanted. For the littlest that could include oral. For the slightly older, meaning 7 or 8, that could be full on sex.

But the cum had to cover the little at the end.

All in our living room.

Oh, and cleanup? One of the audience members.

We had to have fun too.

But wait!

The reward for the participants? They got to choose an audience member for round two. That had to end up with cum covering too. A 15-year-old covers his 6-year-old sister with cum? He might get to fuck me while Gabe goes down on his sister.

But Gabe has to cum on the girl too. Or the boy.

Got it? It's not that complicated, but it is messy. We were OK with messy. The audience was pretty big for this one. It was a mix of our own bigs and littles, because, you know, half of the people were under 9.

That's enough setup. You get it. You're turned on. We sure as hell were.

So, who was the audience? This was popular enough that people flew in for it.

In order of the couches.

Jesse with Cassie. Gabe with Alison. Bob with Natalie. Damn those nipple bumps. Orlando with Julia. Josh with Calisse. Vinny with Sophia. Lon with Jess. Tom with Dixie. Grady with Chris. Noah with Penny. Delia with Blake. Bogdan with Morgan. Kevin with Tabitha. Missy with Lance.

Oh hell, this would take up the whole journal. Some people from early in our lives together. Missy! We'd arranged a lot of couches. There were almost forty of us in the audience. Oh, we weren't in the living room. We'd borrowed one of the wrestling rooms this time. A lot of people in the audience were also participants, but so were a huge group of kids. We'd made it an essay contest for all the schools on both islands.

Some wouldn't perform, because we'd run out of time, but they could play in free fuck. You knew we were going to have free fuck, right? Oh yeah, said that already.

Oh, me? I was sitting with Tomas. Come on. Young guy. Big cock. Skills. You can't be surprised.

Our first contestants, so to speak, were new to the islands. You could do an essay with a partner and come together. Maybe cum together. Or you could do it alone and get a random partner. This pair was brother and sister and it was a pretty big contrast. Titus and Tiana. Local Athens kids that moved with their parents. Titus was 16-years-old and one hell of a hunk. Tall, muscular, just gorgeous. Tiana was 5-years-old and tiny. Poor Titus was going to age out of this fun in a couple years. They were both in gym shorts and tank tops. Titus' was too tight, showing his definition and what looked to be a simply enormous cock. We'll see. Tiana went the other way and her shorts and top were really loose. She did a hand stand, which let the top drop over her head and the shorts fall. She might as well have been naked. We could see everything. So could Titus and he started getting hard. He liked his little sister. The fact that he hadn't gotten hard yet was impressive, given every person on a couch was naked. Even me! OK, especially me.

She stood back up and they undressed each other. It was sexy as hell. He pulled off her top and she shimmied out of her shorts. He leaned down and she pulled off his top. When he stood back up there was an actual gasp from the audience. He was gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. She pulled down his shorts and got smacked in the face by his cock. I suspected that was on purpose, but I was good with it. His cock was a monster. Easily an 11-inch (28 cm) cock, thick, uncut with huge balls. I sure hoped he picked me for round two.

He was so tall, and she was so small that when she started licking him, she was still standing up. He leaned over and started pinching her nipples, which made her moan. Then he started stroking his finger across her clit. That little thing had an orgasm already. She laid down and he went down on her. He was so gentle and licked and licked and it didn't take her long before she came again. Damn.

She put her legs in the air and he slid forward. Wait, what? She's too little. Oh, got it. He didn't slide in, he slid on. He slid his cock on her pussy, over her clit. Back and forth, back and forth. She reached down and tickled his giant balls while he did it.

He didn't last long. He came. And came. And came. He simply covered her with cum, from her face, down her entire body, to her pussy. She looked like she was covered with icing.

Damn.

This was the important part. Oh, you didn't think that show was the important part? It was, but now they got to pick who did cleanup. That seems small, but whomever got chosen for cleanup was their first partner in free fuck. OK, in Tiana's case, free oral, but still.

Tiana picked Max. Oh who could blame her. Martan asked if he could join. Yeah, we were willing to bend the rules a little for identical twins and it was a lot of cum. Titus picked Cassie. Damn. Oh well. There will be other choices and Cassie was clearly thrilled. I'm so happy we could help Cassie. She was also pretty damn fun. The little guys cleaned off Tiana and with each mouthful kissed someone on the couch. Yeah, I got a nice kiss. So did Bob. Cassie cleaned up Titus and got a little carried away, because she got one hell of a facial. I hoped he had a third in him. Something told me he did.

Well that meant we needed another cleanup. Cassie chose Kaia. I guess since it was an extra cum, that was OK. It was sure fun to watch.

Wow. Only through the first show and I'd cum three times.

Next up were Esmerelda and Gabe. Yes, Gabe. Esmeralda was an 8-year-old from Eros and cute AF. She'd signed up alone and anyone that was going to be in the audience was allowed to offer their services or they could be assigned a random participant. Gabe had offered and Esmeralda had accepted.

Wouldn't you? He was freaking Gabe.

Gabe was already naked, so he stripped Esmerelda and managed to make it sexy. She had the tiniest of little nipple bumps, but a big clit that was already poking out. She dropped to her knees and sucked Gabe for a bit, but he finally laid her down and did the full Orlando. Yes, that was a legitimate term here. Up, down, in.

Oh, he made it special too. He didn't fuck her. He made love to her while passionately kissing her and playing with those nipple bumps. She went over and over, and he finally pulled out. She grabbed his cock and aimed it at her nipples then her pussy.

Well, given there was going to be cleanup, can you blame her?

Gabe offered his cock to Jess for a quick cleanup then sat down. Esmerelda scoped out the audience and finally picked Kevin. You should have seen his smile. He did a fine job and kissed it all back to her. Wow.

Two down, so to speak. This was one of our best shows ever.

Next up was Nan, which surprised me, until I remembered she had successfully petitioned. She'd also turned 5. She had brought a boy I didn't know named Christan. She explained they'd been friends since she was really little, and they hadn't seen each other in a while. He shared that he was very excited because he was new to the island and this was going to be his first time.

Well sure. Christan was a nicely built 9-year-old but given the rules we knew he could cum. Nan knew he could cum too or she wouldn't have brought him. He might not have done that, but I was confident she was familiar with his equipment. They did the sexiest freaking striptease, helping each other out of their clothes. They licked and touched and squeezed and kissed. I was surprised Christan didn't cum right then. Nan told me later than she'd made sure this was his second cum of the day. She was one prepared girl. Finally, it was time. Yeah, he'd watched the training video. Yes, they had clearly practiced his skills on her. She was bucking away when he slid right in. My gosh you could tell that they cared for each other. Audience or not, he made passionate love to her and she clearly enjoyed it. She went over and over and then he made the face. You know the face. He quickly pulled out.

Yes, yes, he could cum. Gallons. OK, maybe not quite, but a lot. Now they had to pick cleanup partners. He was 9, so he had his choice of anyone.

Yes, Chris was an inspired choice. Let's just say she made sure it was his third of the day and, oh no, needed cleanup herself. Bogdan appreciated being chosen. Christan needed another cleanup and chose Leslie. Wow, Chris and Leslie. You go little guy.

Nan picked Calisse. A good choice. Sexy, French, 9-years-old and puffies. We all liked Calisse. Did I say French with puffies?

We weren't done. We weren't close to done. Next up was another winner. This was Acisclo. He was from our island off Panama. Helios. Yes, he. He'd written an impassioned essay on why a boy should get to be cum on too. Hey, we were all for it. He had requested Amai's participation. Yeah, she was good with it. Acisclo was about 5'0" (152 cm), thin, and cute. He was 10-years-old and assured us he could cum and would be available to assist any girl that did not bring a partner. Oh, he'd get that chance. He was cute. So was his thin 4-inch (10 cm) uncut cock. He laid down and put a pillow under himself. He asked if he could have someone prepare him.

There were lots of volunteers, but Bob was the fastest. Ah to be prepared by the king. OK, Bob took the opportunity to prepare Amai too. Acisclo kept muttering La teta, El pito.

Yep. Tits and a cock.

Amai laughed, but Acisclo certainly gave her nipples attention and Amai didn't last long. He was covered from face to cock. Oh, someone was getting a win with cleanup. Everyone volunteered and I mean everyone.

He chose Tegan. An inspired choice. It was a great view for us, because she spread her legs wide and kept wiggling her cute little butt. Oh, the adults couldn't touch, but they could watch. She got him quite clean then declared it was her turn. She rolled on her back, put the same pillow under her ass and pulled Acisclo right in. OK, maybe not the rules, but who were we to complain? He was in heaven and just went at it. He was good with his hands too, focusing on her nipples and her clit. She kept going over until he did his job and covered her with cum. Damn. I went off. Bob went off. I'll bet half the people watching went off.

Oh good. More opportunities for cleanup. Yes, when an audience member made a mess on himself, someone had to clean him up. They could offer the opportunity to someone on the couch, or one of the newcomers. This was going to be fun. Really fun. We didn't even know all their names yet, so the men had to just point. Bob pointed at an adorable young woman who was just a little older than most. Nice B cups. A pretty flower. Tall, dark hair, smoldering eyes. Really a beautiful young woman.

But not as old as we thought. She was freaking 10-years-old. Oh hell, she might spend the night with us. She was truly stunning. We found out her name was Sadira and she was Persian, like Pari. It took Bob about 5 seconds to suggest to her that she spend the night and to pick a boy or two to join us. Yeah, that got a smile from her, right before she did an excellent job cleaning Bob up. He'd cum pretty hard and managed to give himself a facial. Oh, he got a lot of it back in a kiss, but I got most of it. Who was I to complain? When she was done, she and Bob were whispering to each other. He laughed and she sat on the other side of him.

Aw, such a considerate man. He was stroking her clit so gently. Yeah, she didn't last long.

A night with royalty

Sadira here. I just moved here, and I not only get a journal entry but get to spend the night with the Queen and King. My parents were going to be so jealous. I knew exactly who to bring to bed with us too. First was my best friend in the world. My brother Mirza. He taught me everything I know. OK, I taught him a few things too and we'd gone through every available training video. We liked learning. Can you hear me giggle? Mirza is just a year older than me. He's 11 years old, but tall and well developed. I guess our family just grew up early. He was tall and thin and in great shape. He also had a nice long thin cock. What people refer to as a great ass cock. Oh, it was, but it was great for everything. Once Bob had invited me for the night and suggested I bring a cock or two I told Mirza to save himself. I suggested he invite our friend Kaveh. Kaveh's family had moved when we did. He'd been our best friend since we were little, and we sure knew what a threesome was! Kevah was almost exactly in between us in age, but he was a lot littler than both of us. He just had a small cock, but he had skills.

And he came buckets. I mean seriously that kid pumped it out.

The party had broken up and it was pretty late, so I stopped Bob to see if he still wanted us to stay. OK, I introduced Mirza and Kevah at the same time and Bob was clearly interested. As in got hard interested. Given both boys were naked, I could understand. Well, I was naked too. Amy came over and I did all the introductions.

"Everyone will find their way out," said Amy. "Let's all go back to the bedroom." You wouldn't believe the grins on the boy's faces. Their cocks were so hard it must have hurt.

"I think we'll start with DP," said Amy, as she walked away. "Bob, you can watch or fuck Sadira."

It turns out he could do both at the same time.

Congress? Really?

Sophia here. I was headed to the weirdest thing. I was going to testify to the commerce committee of US Congress.

Me. I'm not even a US resident. I'd been asked to testify, and I was doing it voluntarily. I thought it would mostly be a sympathetic group given Chris' impact on the elections, but you knew they wouldn't all be nice.

Oh. The topic.

Federal legalization of marijuana. Mary Jane. Reefer. Weed.

Ok you can stop laughing now. After all, I run the largest weed grower in the world. We also have an incredible distribution network. Many in the US were averse, particularly big pharma and private prisons but the politicians noticed something. The countries that legalized and allowed our organization in were rolling in cash. Taxes. We paid taxes in the billions.

That was just fine with us. We wanted to support the local economy and honestly, we were making so much profit we didn't know how to invest it. Morgan had asked me to stop donating. She didn't know what to do with the money she had now. Even with her team she couldn't spend the investment income on the money Hayden already had.

I was making a financial play, but I'll leave that for another post. Let's not flood this one with business.

Want to know how I prepared? Hey, mind out of the gutter. OK, that too, since we were staying at The Falls. Davis. Barb.

Double yum.

Back to the testimony. Morgan was sitting at the table with me, because one of our major points was the amount of money being passed to Hayden and the good work they were doing. Hayden's spending every year on humanitarian projects exceed the GDP of an awful lot of countries. Morgan's spending had just passed a half trillion a year. Not the value of the funds, the spending.

We had to use trillion now.

That would have pushed her into 25th place in GDP, just below Belgium. Number 100 was Latvia at around $31 billion.

I suspect Bob spent that much on Zillow every year.

Back to my testimony. We came prepared with all kinds of charts and visuals, but we came armed with other information as well. Chris had taught us well. There were two lobbying groups in the US that still had too much power. Big Pharma and private prisons. Why were they interested?

Really? You have to ask?

We also came prepared with a pretty damn good proposal. We had model taxation legislation that had been successfully implemented in a number of countries. We had a commitment to build processing plants in a dozen underserved communities. We had a proposal to invest over a billion a year in medical research, in the US.

Oh, we had other research and information, but our secret weapon was very specific information.

Campaign contributions. These people thought they were successful with their dark money and hidden contributions, but they were not. Decidedly not. We knew where every penny came from. We had quite an intelligence operation in Dionysus now. People kept coming after us, so we gathered data. Data was powerful.

Sitting behind me, in the audience, was Bob, Amy, and Chris.

That was sending a message too.

Oh, and the biggest opponent on the committee? He was likely going to be indicted soon. He just didn't know it. We did. We had already passed the information on to the FBI. It was going to be ugly. Really ugly.

I'm up. Let's do this.

They committee chairwoman did the obligatory opening statement and welcome. Then it was my turn to do the same. My statement was short and sweet. Happy to be here. Blah blah.

The first half hour was softballs. Then he got a turn.

"I can't even believe we are having this meeting Madame Chair," he said. "Clearly legalizing a dangerous drug is contrary to our role."

"Was there a question in there or were you just pontificating?" I said. That got a titter out of the crowd. So much that the chairwoman had to use her gavel.

"Yes, there was a question. How would you refute my characterization?" he said.

"I would be happy to bore the committee and audience with a lengthy presentation refuting your outlandish accusation, but I am confident they all read the material I provided in advance," I said. "Do you need me to read it to you?"

More tittering and gaveling.

"How dare you insult a sitting Congressman," he blustered. "We will hold you in contempt!" He was shouting at this point.

"Oh, you took that as an insult? I was just concerned that your question was either that you had not read the peer reviewed material I provided, or you had difficulty in reading," I said. "I suppose there is a third choice that you are bought and paid for by interests that are contrary to the benefit of the people of the United States." The chairwoman didn't even pound her gavel this time. She was enjoying it.

"Please remember that I am not a US citizen. I am here voluntarily and can leave at any time. I would appreciate your respect, but more importantly I would appreciate facts, not falsehoods, just as I am sure the rest of the committee would," I said. I was twisting the knife. "But since you asked the question, I'll share the relevant information." With that I picked up the remote and hit the button to turn on my presentation. He was going to be particularly displeased.

"Oh, my mistake. I appear to be on the wrong slide," I said. "This slide lists the millions you have illegally accepted from groups that oppose legalization because it would cut into their profits. I suppose we could leave it here while you ask any additional questions."

I love Bob's word. Bedlam. Sheer bedlam. Finally, the chairwoman gaveled them into silence and took control of the session.

"You can substantiate your claims on this slide?" she asked. I smiled at her. Rather than answer, I paused, because I knew what would happen now. Oh, it was carefully timed. The doors to the committee room opened and two people came in. A man and a woman, both wearing windbreakers.

That said FBI in big letters on the back. They walked around behind the committee chairs to my protagonist and she leaned down and said something into his ear.

Oh gosh. The blood drained from his face. How surprising. They each took an arm and lifted him from his chair.

You have to love a perp walk, particularly mid-meeting.

As soon as he was out the door, I spoke again.

"I am happy to continue, but if you would prefer to reschedule, I am open to that as well," I said. The chairwoman sat up straighter in her chair.

"We can continue," she said, forcefully. I did jump into my presentation at that point and it was pretty damn compelling. I'd done it before in nine other countries. The numbers changed, but the science didn't.

At the end of the meeting, the chairperson took a vote on whether to bring our model legislation out of committee for a vote on the floor. It passed unanimously.

We were in the gallery the next day when it passed both the Congress and Senate with a veto proof majority. That wasn't necessary because later in the day we were at the White House when Kyrsten signed it into law.

It was good legislation and it was good for the country.

But we were going to make a fortune. More of a fortune. Add to our fortune. OK, not sure how to say it.

That was fun.

That night we had a little celebration at The Falls. After all, it was legal now, right?

We had missed Barb and Davis. OK, I admit, I missed their skills and their company. Who doesn't love a BBC? We had more girls than boys, so that was going to be a challenge. Barb, Chris, Morgan, Amy, and me and only Bob and Davis.

I guess us girls were going to have to put on a show for the men and use them sparingly. We decided it was Barb's night, because she couldn't play often, given her high profile. We took turns ravishing her. All four of us then dove in and kept her going over and over. Something about Amy working on your clit is special. The men just sat on the couch and watched. We told them they couldn't touch themselves, which had to be hard. Hard, tee hee.

We let Barb rest briefly and then she flipped up onto her knees. Chris slid under. They have such a strong bond. Amy waved Bob over. She's such a caring friend. Bob slid right in. He was gentle and caring and made love to her. Chris kept going over, which wasn't surprising given Barb's skills. Finally, Bob couldn't take it and pulled out. He covered Barb and Chris. Just covered them.

Davis jumped in for cleanup.

I won't go through the rest, but let's just say that the men each had three in them. Bob with Barb, Chris, and me. Davis with Amy, Morgan, and, um, Bob.

Bob likes it.

Off to bed.

The Chris-craft!

Bob here.

I know I built a lift in Florida, but I really wanted the Chris-Craft in Dionysus. Jenny did all the measurements and figured out that it would fit in the rear garage of the 475. Barely, but it did fit. Oh, she had a few minor modifications done, but it was important to me.

So, a trip to Florida to pick up the boat?

Hell yes. One wonderful thing about school on Dionysus was that it wasn't structured. That meant that if the kids were doing well, they could blow off a few weeks of school and then come right back to it. That sure opened up who would do an Atlantic crossing with us, now didn't it? We invited entire families, as we always do, but almost all of the adults were going to stay behind. You know, jobs and all. We had a few adults with us, since we needed some.

Sophia and Morgan were with us, and they were both adults. In this context, I mean adult in the US, not here. In a country, live by its rules, don't you know? Well, not about everything. Tee hee. Amai and Luna could go. It was the off season for the Magic, so Juanita had been visiting, so she was heading back with us. What a way to get home. Damn, we missed her. It had been wonderful having her stay with us. I just couldn't get enough of Juanita and neither could Amy. Oh hell, or any of the rest of our family. I had wandered in the living room the other day to find Juanita just pounding Gabe. Yeah, they missed each other. Carlina was watching and playing with herself. I admit I stopped to watch. Carlina. Something about this little nymph playing with herself was so hot. I sat down next to her and she played with herself and I jacked off. It was amazing. Watching her pump her little fingers in and out of herself. I so wanted to reach over to help but I couldn't. She could tell I was close and really upped her performance. I came buckets, all over myself. It was nice of Gabe to clean me up. Then I watched Gabe fuck Carlina, hard, until he came all over her. Yeah, made me cum again.

I sat back, exhausted, but watched Carlina use his cum as lube to finger herself to another orgasm. Jesus that was hot. It clearly turned on Juanita too as she came over and lifted my legs and plunged right in. We all watched Carlina. Damn. She finally went off. Who knew an 8-year-old could squirt that much?

Then she let Gabe clean her up.

OK, another journal distraction, but I'll bet you stroked yourself a little, now didn't you? So, not many adults on the trip. Amy, me, Luna, Amai, Juanita, Morgan, and Sophia. Oh, and Jenny and Charley, of course.

But come on. Most of the kids were adults. No one needed actual supervision.

The kid list kept growing. Leslie, Hunter, Hallie, and Rylee. They had graduated! Leslie and Hunter were a couple and to a point Hallie and Rylee were, although it was fluid. Foursome was probably the best description, just with three women. Hunter didn't complain. They were just a group that loved each other. Chris and Noah were with us too. Sometimes Rylee was with Chris and Noah. Then there were Carol and Henry who were very popular. Orlando and Grace, and Camila flew over to take the trip with us. Damn, we all missed her. Oh yeah, one more adult, at least this direction. Although sometimes she's sillier than Grace. I do love watching them together though. Oh, can't forget Luca and Elena! Luca brought Tegan, of course, which meant Gabe and Carlina.

Back to the list. Ruby and Tomas, of course, and they brought Tavi and Amara. Gabe and Carlina cleared out a bit of their block, including Denni and Pari, Pablo and Julieta, and Maisy, Dan, and Don. OK, not quite the whole block, but close.

Then there were our soon to be new friends. You see, the kids that we knew all had friends that we didn't that they wanted to bring. Parents are surprisingly willing to let their children wander the globe with us. It's almost like we're responsible people or something. Yeah, it does take a bit of the pressure off when it is just assumed that you'll be fucking their kids. Isn't that what most of the distrust is about in most cultures? Sex? Once it's off the table, people pretty much get along.

And fuck a lot.

I think I can do the list. I'll walk through the kids by their host, so to speak. The person that invited them. Oh, just as an aside, every parent gave us a letter explaining that their children had their permission to be with us. I doubted we would need them. We're rich. No one questions us. That's weird, isn't it?

Back to the list, in no particular order. Leslie brought along a brother and sister. Bruno and Janie. Bruno was a 16-year-old hunk, and I saw the looks he got from Morgan too. Janie was a little slip of a thing and only 10 years old, but when I met her, she wanted to make sure that I'd fuck her on the trip. Oh God, she had those sexy little nipple bumps in a tight tank top.

She got a yes on that one. Well, I'm sure I will on the trip, but she immediately took my hand and pulled me over to the nearest lounge. We were still in the living room! She pushed me down and pulled my shorts off, then did a little striptease for me.

Oh, I got hard. She climbed right up and sat right down on my cock. Which is how Amy met her. Introductions while she bounced up and down on my cock.

In fact, I met more kids, mid-fuck.

Orlando walked in with two kids. Young kids. Are they nine yet young kids? Oh, they were. Barely. Lenni was a little 9-year-year old cutie and her brother Liam was 10. I didn't ask why they were naked, but you could tell Liam enjoyed watching Janie and me. You could tell. He was naked. Got it? Both kids just stood there and watched and Lenni casually stroked her brother's cock. Then she slid a finger into herself. Oh my, that was just such a sexy show that I made Janie stop for a minute. That made them lose interest and they wandered off. I saw them heading back to the bedrooms, each holding one of Orlando's hands. Why these little ones were Orlando's friends I didn't know, but damn they were cute. It turns out they were both high schoolers and smart as a whip. They turned out to be fun at dinner, as their thought processes were amazing. They were going to rule the world.

Just then Chris and Hunter walked in with two boys. I found out they were Anton and Andrei. 11 and 14-year-old Russians. They were nice looking boys and Chris and Hunter were talking to them in Russian. That might have been my hint they were Russian. They stopped and watched me with Janie for a bit too, then headed back to the bedrooms. We weren't even on the boat yet and everyone was fucking. I think Amy liked them, because she went with them. I guess she could meet everyone else later. I had no idea why it was Chris and Hunter together.

Ruby came in holding the hands of two damn cute kids, a boy and a girl. If they were related, I would be surprised, given one was as blonde as a Swede and the other was black. The girl was Sigrid and actually was Swedish. She was twelve and had the sexiest little A cups stretching a clearly too small camisole shirt. The girls around here loved those shirts, mostly because the boys really loved those shirts. There appeared to be an endless supply. The boy was tall, really tall, and thin, but muscular. He was Cary and was 14 but looked older. They stopped to watch, and it was pretty clear Cary was getting turned on, as his cock grew down his shorts so far it came out the bottom. Janie actually twisted and pulled his shorts down and an impressive 8-inch (20 cm) uncut cock popped out. She actually pulled him over by the cock and started blowing him. It was OK, because she settled down on my cock, which gave me a breather. He didn't last long, and she took his cum shot on her little breast nubs. It dripped down her body and onto my cock.

I was OK with that. That group wandered off. Was I going to meet everyone with Janie impaled on my cock? Maybe so.

Elena came in with two boys. You go Elena. The younger was Alonza and proudly Cuban. He was small, and only 9, but clearly a smart kid. Cute AF. The older boy was Asian, and I would find out Vietnamese and his name was Hung. And he was. Interesting. The three of them headed back to the bedroom too, but not before Hung leaned over and licked some of the cum off Janie's nipple. She liked it. I did too.

Now Hallie had walked in with another boy and girl pair. The boy was older, or at least I thought, as he was a strapping big boy. I found out he was only 13, but big everywhere. He was Ashton and Canadian. Blonde, blue-eyed, and strong. I was going to fuck him. Or he was going to fuck me. Or both. The girl was his 11-year-old sister Fay. She was just as muscular, but sexy. You know the look. Basically, nothing in the breast department, just giant puffy nipples. Just how I like them. To think, only a few years ago, I wasn't attracted to kids at all. It's all Morgan, Orlando, and Leslie's fault. Particularly Leslie. Thank goodness they entered my life. Tee hee.

Oh, I finished up by filling Janie up. She was in the middle of her third or fourth orgasm and seemed to like it. Ashton asked if he could do cleanup, which got a big smile from Janie. She rolled off and was sitting next to me. Ashton was quite nice and cleaned me off first, then dove into Janie. She came again. And again. Once she settled down, Amy called for everyone's attention because by now the entire group was in the living room.

"OK, listen up," said Amy. "Some ground rules." She went through some pretty simple rules, including the count off after anyone left the boat. She ended on one final note.

"Now remember, no means no. You don't have to do anything with anybody, ever," said Amy. "But I did want to offer that Bob and I are available for the entire trip for any and all of you, for anything you propose. It's our no limits cruise. Always wanted to fuck a girl or guy in the ass? We're ready. Want to experiment with something? We're ready. I'll take it in the ass, the mouth, and the pussy and Bob will certainly take it in the mouth and ass. He's simply an amazing fuck, so you girls take advantage. Our bed is always open. Can't sleep? Come cuddle. Who knows where it will lead?"

Little Liam raised his hand. How polite.

"Even I get to fuck you Queen Amy?" said Liam. Amy answered by walking over and taking his hand. They headed back towards our bedroom. His sister Lenni raised her hand next.

"And you'll fuck me, King Bob?" said Lenni. Well, good ideas are good ideas. I walked over and took her hand and headed back. Hell yes, we went in our room. Amy was on her back and Liam was between her legs. We weren't that far behind them and Amy was thrashing around mid-cum already.

"He's...damn...good," said Amy, in gasps between words. Lenni ran over and climbed on the bed and climbed up and onto Amy's face. I watched Amy spread her little lips and not only licked and sucked but used two fingers. Lenni didn't last long and drenched Amy, which made Amy laugh. Lenni hopped off and got on her knees next to Amy and wiggled her cute little butt.

I don't need another invitation. I got behind her and started to gently push my cock in when she just slammed back, taking my entire cock. Oh god. It was my second cum, so I was going to last. She was a little thing, so I could reach around and play with a nipple and her clit. That got her moaning and cumming, over and over.

"Cum...on...Liam," she gasped. Well, OK. I got to the boiling point pretty quickly and pulled out and drenched Liam's chest. It dripped down onto Amy's clit, and Liam used his hand to massage it in. Liam was fucking Amy in the missionary position

That was it for Amy. She let out the scream of the dead and squirted. And squirted. And squirted. We all four fell to the bed and almost immediately fell asleep. We didn't wake up until Juanita walked in to tell us it was time to go. She saw us and tented her suit bottoms, which was all she had on.

"She has a cock?" said Lenni. "I must have that cock. I must have it now." She slid to the end of the bed and lifted her legs high in the air. Juanita isn't one to pass up a good thing and dropped her shorts. Lenni took one look and moaned. She waved her arms to get Juanita to move over. Juanita slid into her in one smooth stroke. Lenni started playing with Juanita's tits, all the time muttering "tits and a cock" in Armenian. I didn't speak it, but I figured out enough to know what she was saying. Hell, it's what we all say. Juanita pulled out and just drenched Lenni with cum. Amy leaned down and actually dragged Lenni up the bed and rolled over onto her. She slid down her body, getting herself all cum covered too, licking along the way. Juanita leaned over and took Liam in her mouth. I just watched. I was tapped out. Juanita did get one more orgasm out of Liam. She has skills, don't you know?

We haven't even left the house yet.

Finally on the boat

Bob again. After everyone showered, which we really needed, we headed to the 475. We were almost two hours behind our original plan, but hey, good sex. Given that we all got on board naked, it was pretty obvious this was going to be quite a trip. We did send everyone indoors until they were properly lathered up with sunscreen.

That took another two hours, but at least Jenny had us on our way. I had to resign myself to watching a lot, particularly watching and helping Amy, or my cock was going to be useless before 10 in the morning. Pace yourself, Bob. I spent quite a bit of time just walking around and watching the various kids go at it. They were a horny bunch, particularly the girls. There was a lot of licking each other going on and I enjoyed watching it. Wouldn't you?

I walked into the lounge and there was the girl version of a circle jerk going on. Leslie, Janie, Chris, Lenni, Amy Lou, Sophia, Sigrid, Mary Lou, Elena, Amy, Rylee, Carlina, Tegan.

I guess since Carlina and Tegan were in the middle and not near Amy or Sophia it was OK. We were good with our own rules. I don't think I mentioned Mary Lou, Amy Lou, and Shin were with us. They insisted we needed them, and they were probably right. Oh, I needed them. Hee hee.

Eleven. There were eleven of them in a circle on the carpet. The couches around them were filling up with the remaining people watching. Oh, not quite. Ruby helped Amara down and the circle grew with the two of them.

Then Grace and Camila wandered in. Oh, they found a spot. Grace ended up between Rylee and Carlina. That was a nice spot to be. Camila ended up between Sophia and Sigrid. Also a nice spot.

I stroked, like all the other guys, but no cum went flying. As enjoyable as it was, we were saving our cums carefully. The girls started going over. And over. and over. They finally broke up and it was lunch time. We hadn't brought a crew, but Shin had arranged prepackaged catering and we had all signed up for our shifts. Today's lunch was Luna and Amai and they had a spectacular salad buffet setup. Lots of protein. We needed protein.

Across the Atlantic

Amy here. What a trip. I'm surprised we even got out of the house. I think everyone burned themselves out a bit because the afternoon was quiet. Lots of books and puzzles and a game of surprisingly tame Twister. Lots of people on the slide, of course, and swimming. I took a long jacuzzi with a glass of wine and various people hopped in and out. We just chatted and got to know each other. I loved it. These kids were all amazing. The topics were all over the place and they were opinionated, knowledgeable, and snarky. They went after each other with passion and humor, but they were equally as willing to come after me.

I was happy to give it right back too. I truly believed our world was going to be in good hands.

We even had a quiet first night. We had movie night in the big salon, but everyone drifted off early. To my amazement, everyone mostly just went to bed. In my case, I was in bed with Bob, Janie, and Cary. We watched Cary get Janie off then make love to her so gently. They fell asleep and so did we. OK, OK, Bob had been making love to me while we watched, and we fell asleep with him still inside.

We had the life.

And the next day...

Janie here. It was nice to spend the night with Bob and Amy, but we weren't getting out of bed until Cary got his shot with Amy. Bob did amazing things to get me off too but saved himself. Given the time I had spent with him yesterday, I was willing to give him a pass. For today. Probably not for tomorrow.

We got up to an incredible breakfast buffet. Things I had never seen on a breakfast buffet. People had to explain some of them to me. It was a breakfast burrito bar. Tortilla shells for breakfast!

It was awesome.

I had eggs, crab, lobster, pico, cheese, and guacamole. Oh, with a little salsa. I also had a big bowl of queso and dipped torn up fresh, warm tortilla shells in it. No store-bought tortillas for this group. The boat had a tortilla press. We made our own fresh tortillas.

Unbelievable.

I went back through and made a second one with just a little egg, a lot of lobster, and some bacon and cheese. OK, it was mostly lobster. I am not sure I can eat a normal meal ever again.

We had four more days, just in this direction. I was going to have to vacation with Amy and Bob again. And again.

Oh, I didn't hoard them all for myself. I set a goal to enjoy everyone on board. Today my hope was some time with Jenny and Charley. I think everyone forgot the two of them, because they were up on the fly bridge, you know, piloting the boat. They were fun to watch together. Just so in love. Kind of like Amy and Bob.

OK, and every other couple in this country including my own mom and dad. Our whole family went from a tension filled existence at the edge of poverty to living in a nice home, in a wonderful community, and having a ton of sex. I still remember the conversation we had before we moved here. We moved here from Brooklyn, one of the boroughs of New York City. Our dad, DeAngelo, and our mom, Carolina, sat us down to talk. I was proud of my parents and saw them every day. My mom was a teacher. A third-grade teacher. My dad was on the school maintenance crew. Everyone in the school just loved them. They were friendly and fun and loved us.

I'd always had a suspicion that they liked all the kids a little more than, well, normal? Maybe they were just friendly AF, but it was the occasional look. Not that they acted on it, but I think then really liked where they worked. The problem was that both jobs paid shitty wages. Sorry, but they did. This whole change of life began when their best friends moved. To Robertville. The family discussed it one night, about a month after they had moved. Dad had talked to their dad.

"What he is telling me is unbelievable," said Dad. "They have a nice house, great jobs, plenty of money, and the schools are incredible. They're already ahead two grades in one month. Oh, and their house is fucking free!"

Wow. Dad never cursed. For him to go there was surprising.

"Why don't we move?" asked Bruno. "Do they need people with your skills?"

"They do," said Dad. "Badly. The pay would be amazing. Four or five times what we make now, plus the free house. Teachers are particularly valued. The school is supposed to be incredible. Every piece of technology. Every supply. A teacher can just ask for something and it happens. No more spending your own money."

"So, let's move," I said. "We don't have anything here really tying us down and I miss them. We all miss them."

Mom and Dad gave each other the funniest looks. I'm kind of a bold little thing.

"Spill it," I said. "We want to know. This is about us too." Mom took a big breath.

"OK," said Mom. "This is going to be a little overwhelming. We haven't even had talks about the topic on which this is based. We didn't think you were old enough. The rules on sexual behavior are very different. Children can start having sex at 7-years-old, with their parent's permission, which they all give. Children are adults at 13-years-old. Sex is common everywhere and there are rooms at school where you can go on break periods and have sex with a large group of people. Random people will even come up and ask if you'd like to have sex. You can say no, and they'll be nice about it, but if you say yes, it could happen right where you are. Monaca told me that she went up to an attractive man at a coffee shop and asked if she could give him a blowjob and he pulled his pants down and she blew him right there."

With that last sentence, Mom blushed bright red. I think she finally realized the story she told. Bruno and I looked at each other and started laughing. We couldn't stop. There were some things that Mom and Dad didn't know, particularly why we missed our friends and their parents.

Rather than answer, I stood up. Bruno followed my lead. We both stripped quickly, and I turned to Dad.

"Would you please fuck me?" I said. Bruno turned to Mom.

"May I please fuck you?" said Bruno.

They just sat there, stunned. I held out my hand to Dad and Bruno did to Mom. They both took our hands and stood up, in a daze. Bruno led the way back to their bedroom. We each undressed our partner and as new interesting things showed, we kissed it. I gave Dad a big sensual kiss with lots of tongue. Bruno did the same to Mom.

Then we all made love. Sensual, passionate, tender love. Dad just filled me up.

Then I taught him about cleanup. He liked it. A lot.

Then Bruno introduced Dad to new things and I did the same with Mom. Something about watching your brother fuck your dad is a big turn on. For me, and Mom.

That was a good day in our lives.

Amy suggested this was a nice ending to this entry. We'll just leave it that the rest of the trip was spectacular. Maybe someone will write more about it later. If we survive.

Rylee's lunch date

Rylee here. I am so bad at journaling. It's almost like I was busy or something. Nah, just living life casually. No pressure at all.

Did I sell that?

Lots of people had asked me about something in my post about adopting Henry and Carol. Yes, even I find it insane that I adopted two kids but damn I love them, and they love me. But who wants to date a 13-year-old with two kids?

Still kidding. I don't introduce people to the kids often but when I do, we rock their world. Just ask Leslie, or Hunter, or Hallie, or Elena. But I'll come back to that.

This is such a small thing you probably don't even remember it. On my first day of school, I was asked to teach the class. That was all part of the tragedy that led to the adoption. Right at the end of the class, one of the students complimented me on my teaching.

And asked me to lunch. I had accepted but that lunch didn't happen. Distracted with the adoption and all. But I keep my promises and besides, he was cute AF. The next day everyone knew about what had happened. With the professor. Not with me. I didn't advertise that I was suddenly a mom. Who would even believe it? I gave him credit. He came up to me after class and asked again. Maybe it was the romper. Leslie has infected me. I had on a cute little terry cloth romper, but I think I might have picked one of Elena's by mistake.

It was awfully small and tight. Yeah. Mistake. Sure. My B cups were now C cups and stretched that fabric tight. Which made it a bit transparent. And I wasn't wearing a bra.

I think I was going to be one of the most popular professors if I show my tits. Anyway, I finally found out he was a local boy to London. His name was Pitt and he was a prodigy too. Remember, this was the PhD program. He was only 20 years old, which was incredible. Maybe not that incredible to my family, but you get my point. Oh, you want more do you? He was about 6'2" (188 cm), clearly in good shape, dark blonde hair.

"I am so sorry to hear about the professor and his wife," he said. "I am confident you will continue to be an incredible professor though. Clearly, I understand why you missed lunch yesterday and if your new role prevents our lunch, I understand. Oh, I'm Pitt by the way." He stuck out his hand and I shook it. Oh, it was a bit electric.

"It certainly is sad, and I appreciate your understanding," I said. "I don't have a clue what the rules are, but I am just helping out and am not even getting paid, so we'll assume it is OK. Maybe just keep it a bit quiet." He gave me the biggest smile. I guess that did imply a little more than lunch didn't it? I gave him credit for looking at my face, not my breasts, particularly given I knew that my nipples were hard and pushing out my top. He was aware just not obvious.

How did I know he was aware? Because I was casually checking out his hard cock. His nice, long, thick hard cock. Tight tennis shorts you know.

"You probably don't have long for lunch, but would you like to grab something at the student union?" he asked.

"I have plenty of time, so I don't have any pressure," I said. "When is your next class?"

"Done for the day," he said.

"Great! What's a quirky great restaurant around here. Price no object. My treat," I said.

"Nothing really close. We'd have to Uber. There is a great Vietnamese place," he said.

"Perfect. I love it. I have a car," I said. "If there is parking at the restaurant."

"There is but you have a car?" he said. He probably believes I'm a bit older now and that was OK.

"Just roll with it," I said, hitting him with my best smile. Yeah, that cock bounced. We headed out of the room towards the staff parking lot. Hey, if I was going to teach, I wanted a parking spot. It was a beautiful day, so I'd grabbed a convertible. You knew we had quite a car collection at the house, right? I walked us over to the car.

"This is a McLaren 720s," said Pitt. "You not only drive, you drive a supercar." Well he knew his cars.

"It's a family car. We share a few," I said. I gave him credit, he hopped right in. He navigated and we got their pretty quickly. We had the nicest lunch and laughed a lot. He was really sweet. I wasn't looking for a soul mate, just a friend, and was pretty honest about it. I could see his face fall with that. C cups, remember?

"Pitt, are you discrete?" I asked. He kind of cocked his head.

"I'm British. We're all discrete," he said. "What I do is no one else's business. At all." He actually said that with some force. Good for him and that was the right answer.

"Well I am going to trust you and test that," I said. "I meant it that I could really use a friend. I'm new here and though I live with some friends, I don't really know anyone yet. Our lives are pretty weird, so I have to trust you a lot."

"Not sure how to convince you that you can," he said so earnestly. I am pretty empathetic and felt pretty good about it. I was also horny for a new cock. We all were horny for a new cock but maybe we wouldn't quite go there yet.

"I'm going to trust you," I said. "Would you like to go back to my place and spend a passionate afternoon?" His face ranged through every possible emotion.

"Yes, I would, more than you can imagine," he said. "But I also know you're seriously underage." That got him a big smile. Integrity. I liked that. So, I explained Dionysus and the fact that our house was the consulate and what that meant. I also warned him that spending time with me might not be the weirdest thing that would happen that afternoon, but I wouldn't share anymore.

He seemed pretty damn happy about all that. I was too!

We hopped in the car and I admit I risked a ticket with the pace with which I drove to the house. Hunter and Leslie were sitting at the kitchen table, but I didn't even slow down. I had him by the hand and pulled him towards my bedroom. I could tell he felt like he should introduce himself, but I only gave him time to wave and say the word hi.

I pulled him into my room and dropped my jumper to the floor. I did appreciate the gasp. And the cock bounce. It had to hurt by now, so I quickly pulled those shorts down and took him in my mouth. He surprised me a bit because he was a bit closer to the edge than I anticipated and erupted in my mouth.

Time for a test. I stood up and kissed him. Oh good. He happily took his cum back in a kiss. That had potential. Then he literally swept me off my feet. He picked me up and carried me over to the bed. Then he showed me that he was a nice caring boy with some serious oral skills. Hot damn. Oh, hot damn. He was a little cruel too. He kept taking me to the edge and then stopping. Over and over and over until he finally sucked my clit in his mouth and sucked hard.

I hope he didn't mind being squirted on. He slid right up my body and in. Oh yeah. Yes, we'd discussed all the important things, so he knew it was OK. He was masterful and in great shape. He held himself up on one arm and let the other hand roam. His caresses were both gentle and urgent. My ear lobe. My lips. My nipples. My clit. I kept cumming and cumming. He filled me right up and it was a lot. I didn't even have to suggest cleanup and yes, I got it all in a kiss.

He might only be a FWB but he was a damn good one. He laid back beside me and we were both panting from the exertion.

"So, who were the people at the kitchen table?" he asked.

"I share a house with them both," I said. "And some others."

"Both pretty darn cute," he said. Both. Well that was meaningful. Just then the door burst open and Henry and Carol ran in. Naked.

Oh boy. They realized I wasn't alone and skidded to a stop.

"Sorry Mom," said Carol. "Didn't realize you weren't alone. We should have knocked." Given Pitt's eyes went back and forth between them and he got hard again, I realized things would be OK. Carol, being Carol, climbed up on the bed and sat on his legs.

"May I?" said Carol, ever the polite girl. He had a bit of a stunned look but nodded. She lifted up his cock and settled down on it. Just then there was some movement and Henry, being Henry, offered Pitt his cock.

Pitt sucked it right in. Yeah, he was a find for sure. Carol just bucked up and down on him and Henry didn't last and pulled out and covered his sister's chest with cum. Carol does have gorgeous little A cups. Pitt clearly reacted to the sight and came in Carol. She rolled off and Pitt and Henry cleaned her up together and kissed the cum to each other. Pitt continued to impress. Finally, everyone was done and all four of us squeezed in the shower together. Pitt made a point of shampooing all of our hair.

I was liking him more and more. Carol returned the favor and shampooed his. I think he was purring. I was.

Finally, we all headed out to the kitchen and Leslie was still there with Hunter, but Hallie and Elena had come in too. The four of them were fixing dinner.

"We made enough for your friend," said Hallie. He laughed and introduced himself and we went through everyone.

"This is a pretty confusing group," said Pitt. Everyone laughed.

"So, let me get this straight," said Pitt. "All of you except Carol and Henry are in grad school. Leslie is the military sciences program and a general. Hallie is in IB and Hunter is in law school. You're all 13 like Rylee. Elena is in medical school but is only 11. Carol is 11 and Henry is 9 but are in high school and Rylee is their adoptive mom."

He was pretty good with rolling with it.

"I'm trying to figure out the relationships but if I had to guess, Hunter and Hallie are in a poly relationship with Leslie," said Pitt. "Even though you're clearly twins."

"I didn't think we were that obvious," said Leslie.

"You're not. I can sense these things a bit," said Pitt. "How does the relationship between all of you work? I sense some tension across all of you." Everyone looked at me and I just shrugged. Then Carol was Carol.

"Oh, they'd all get naked with you," said Carol. "They're all damn good fucks too."

"And you know this from experience?" asked Pitt. Carol just gave him a smile.

"You people are fun," said Pitt. "What's for dinner?"

"Ribeyes and lobster tails," said Hallie.

"Of course," said Pitt. "I would have expected no less." Just then Daniel, Donnie, Clive, and Jolie walked in. We did the introductions.

"Sure, the identical twin major domos," said Pitt. "Plus, the kids of one of them." He just raised his eyebrows at me, and I laughed.

"Yeah, them too," I said.

"I may never leave," said Pitt. Clive and Jolie came over and each took a hand and led him away. Jolie called over her shoulder.

"Let us know when dinner is ready," said Jolie. Why not? Let him have his fun.

Eventually we would teach him about s'mores.

Dinner was ready and we called back to them. All three came out naked. Pitt had a little cum in his hair. He had a slightly dazed look on his face too.

"I did things I didn't even know were physically possible," said Pitt.

"We're a pretty fun group," I said. "Just remember the key word is discretion."

"Yeah, discretion. No one would possibly believe me anyway," said Pitt.

"Listen," said Elena. "I've got to hop. I have a shift in an hour. Sorry I didn't get my chance Pitt. Next time." She wandered out of the house and we heard her plane take off.

"She has a shift in an hour," he said. "I thought she was in school? She's working too? I would swear that was a plane taking off." I took his hand and led him to the door. Given he was still naked I didn't think we'd walk outside, but he could see the row of planes.

"Well of course," said Pitt. "An entire parking lot of space planes. And that doesn't even surprise me. Who exactly are you people?"

Carol explained. Carol was a pushy little thing.

"So, Leslie is a princess. Rylee, Hunter, Hallie, and Elena came for grad school. Rylee started a school and adopted two kids on the first day of school, which led to Donnie, Clive, and Jolie moving in, all yesterday.

Everyone just nodded.

"And Elena's job?" asked Pitt.

"She's an intern," said Henry.

"That started med school just yesterday," said Pitt. "Sure. That is easily as believable as everything else."

"Do you have any more in you?" asked Carol. They were pushy little things. Given that Pitt got hard, we all knew the answer was yes.

"Oh good," said Carol. "Take Mom back into her room. We'll all give you some privacy." Did you notice they call me Mom already?

I led the way. Pitt followed me. Hell, wouldn't you? C cups, remember? We were back there for a bit and he showed me a number of skills. He had never fucked a girl in the ass, so that was a first too. Oh, you caught that I qualified that with girl. Pitt was a fun guy, OK?

We took a leisurely bath together and it was pleasant. Of course, I popped the cork on a nice bottle of wine. He was Ubering home anyway.

If he didn't spend the night.

We finally dried each other off and darned if he didn't get hard again. I was tempted but led the way back into the living room. Sure, we were still naked.

Oh. I guess we were teaching him about s'mores tonight.

He liked them. Three more times. He was getting invited back.

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