16 September 2019

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Holy shit

Chris here in a crisis.

Air Force One was missing. It was on the way to Japan and went off radar. No one knew where it was. It had been off radar for 30 minutes now, which was a big deal.

I was not with them because I had a meeting and I could get there in an hour. Normally I would consider that funny, but nothing was funny right now.

This was a particular issue because it wasn't just Kyrsten. The VP and Congressional leaders were on the plane too. Think that one through for a minute. If they were all on the missing plane then Presidential succession came into play.

Want to guess who was next in line?

Yep. Bit of a problem there. I'm not 35. We are 45 minutes into the crisis and all the pundits are discussing it on television. The remaining ranking members in Congress and the Senate asked for an emergency decision by the Supreme Court. I was staying out of it. They were going to find the plane and it wouldn't matter.

Weren't they?

After a few unsettling hours, the ranking members of Congress and the Senate asked to meet with me. I knew them well and they owed their election to me and we all knew it. Given our overwhelming wins, we were all three of the same party too. I had Neil, Shelley, and Miriam with me. My team.

I didn't want to do it. I just didn't. I am a damn kid. Well shit. I'm not but come on. I had this job as a temporary favor. We were 10 months into the term. If it was actually ruled I should have the job and their plane went down, I would have to do it for three freaking years.

They're fine. They had to be.

Zeke, my lead assistant, buzzed and said they were here. Oh shit, they're being deferential. I don't like this at all. We did all the bullshit hellos and then got down to business.

"The Supreme Court ruled," said the Senator. "Miss President."

Well hell. Just then Zeke opened the door and escorted in RBG. Well she was my hero and I had met her before but still. I waved Zeke to come in. He might as well be a part of this.

I repeat. Well hell. A photographer ran into the room followed by a camera crew. I knew that crew. CNN.

This cannot possibly be happening. It just can't. Well I guess it could because I found myself with a hand on the Bible and my other hand in the air. It was clear that this was pending resolution of the location of the actual President.

Right?

Zeke said the phone was ringing off the hook with world leaders calling. That wasn't my focus right now. I needed to talk to the public. Everybody was on the plane, so I didn't have a complete support staff. Luckily my gang of three had been with me. But my press secretary was on the plane. Shit, I liked her a lot. I sent Zeke to find the ranking person in the press department. He came back with a child. Complete with acne. OK I couldn't exactly talk but he said he was an intern and everyone else was gone. Most were on the plane.

Well this wasn't going well. I did the only thing I could think of and called Patrick, our publicist. By a freak coincidence he was in Baltimore. I told him to get his ass to the White House fast. Fast was apparently an Uber but OK. He called me back and said it would be 33 minutes. I told Zeke to get him approved to get in the White House and I told my gang of four to come with me. OK, now it included Zeke. I'd need Zeke. I brought the intern too. Jimmy. He was freaking Jimmy.

I'm not sure Zeke and Jimmy were thrilled we were going in my F-81. Well get used to it. I'm not flying anything else. We landed on the lawn in the spot I always landed on. It is already a little burned, but that was my F-77. The F-81 was good. The Secret Service immediately came out and surrounded me and escorted me into the Oval office. This was surreal.

They told me my code name was Princess.

Oh, come on.

Everybody was treating me like I was the boss or something. Oh. Yeah. The camera crews were setup, but I shooed everybody out of the room except Patrick and the team that came with me. They were going to have to come with me, particularly Zeke. Kyrsten's assistant was with her.

Shit.

The four of us talked about what I should say. I had to admit that Jimmy had some excellent ideas. His basic position was I couldn't pretend the age thing wasn't an issue. I had to deal with it head on.

I'd been Secretary of State for 48 hours. Our dinner was supposed to be tonight. Moscow was next week. What do I do now? Who do I send? Do I go myself? I loved Gabe but was he ready?

Back to now. Time to go live. I had to jack Kyrsten's chair up higher. I'm little and yes it was still Kyrsten's chair. It had to be.

The red light went on.

"Good evening. My name is Chris Hayden. I am speaking to you from the Oval office. I wish I could say I had news, but I don't. Everything is being done by many nations to locate Air Force One. I refuse to give up hope and I ask you to do so as well.

"Many of you know me as the head of the Hayden Foundation. Some are aware I held the position of UN ambassador. Many may even know that I was recently appointed as the Secretary of State, originally on a temporary basis, by the President and then approved by Congress.

"What many of you may not know, because it has never of occurred in our nation's history, is what happens in the event so many of the top leadership are unavailable. There is a defined succession plan and the next available person in line is me.

"I did not ask for this nor do I want it, particularly in these circumstances. However, I have dedicated much of my short life to public service and I will perform my duties to the best of my abilities. Many of you likely are questioning my eligibility because of my age. I certainly did. The remaining leaders of Congress petitioned the Supreme Court for a decision. I fully expected them to say I could not serve.

"They did not.

"So here I am, and you have my commitment that I will do everything I can to find our country's leadership and restore them to their rightful positions.

"Until then, all I can promise is that I will do my best. I would sincerely appreciate your support. Let's all hope the need for that support is brief.

Thank you."

The red light went off. I felt like vomiting.

My new little team thought I had done well. Patrick was already running a spot poll, whatever that was. Apparently I was being received well. I turned on CNN to see Wolf's face. I had trouble concentrating but his words seemed positive. Patrick started looking at news sites around the world. He told us the feedback was universally positive even on the farthest right websites.

The spot poll came back.

96% approval.

Really? Me?

Well shit. I guess that is good but... well shit. Zeke came in and said the Queen of Dionysus was on Line 2. He seemed impressed. I hit the speakerphone button.

"Hi Mom. You're on speaker," I said. Everyone was just staring at me. They really didn't know she was my mom? We all really needed to have lunch. Mom just wanted to wish me well.

"All of you. Go Google my name and the word family. I don't have time to explain now but you need to understand who my family is. I will give you a hint. My code name is Princess for a reason," I said. "Learn everything you can in 30 minutes. Before you do, send somebody in with a Coke Zero. Also send someone to my house to pack a suitcase and move me into the Lincoln bedroom. I'm not moving into Kyrsten's bedroom."

Oh. OMG. Barb. Shit. Shit. Shit. I had to call Davis and Amai. I had to be sure first. I asked Miriam to find out exactly who was on the plane. Specifically, I asked about Barb.

Karma was still with our family. Before she could do that, Barb rushed into the room. Oh God we hugged. And hugged. This confused everyone but I didn't care.

"How?" I said and that's all I got out. She explained she was working on legislation and had asked Kyrsten if she could stay behind. She had been working in her office with the TV off when someone told her the plane went down.

"What are you doing in the oval office? Who is going to be President?" asked Barb.

She appeared to be a little behind. Instead of answering I went and sat down.

At the Resolute desk. Barb burst out laughing which seemed to offend Miriam.

"I'm so sorry Miss President," said Barb. "I am at your service."

"Oh, fuck you Barb," I said. "I need your help and you know it."

Yeah that stunned everyone. Get used to it. I cussed a lot. It's not like someone was going to fire me.

Barb and I spent a lot of time together. She was my rock. She also knew every major initiative and Kyrsten's position on them. I viewed myself as a caretaker. I was going to keep the seat warm.

We met with Congressional leadership and tried to keep the agenda moving. Given they'd lost their leaders too, it was challenging.

I decided not to move into the White House. Caretaker, you know. I just stayed at The Falls, which drove the Secret Service nuts. I gave them plenty of space given we had extra bedrooms. They'd lost a lot of people too so were scrambling to find enough female agents. I finally told them to stop worrying about it. I told them I'm not bashful and didn't care if it was a man or a woman. That did make it easier, but they still were stretched thin. I suggested they could just let me bring in my people but boy they didn't like that. I do think the agents appreciated that I changed in front of them. I really didn't care. I saw plenty of them tent their pants. Oh, I saw some nipples get hard too. Enjoy the show folks.

What really pissed them off was my insisting on flying myself in my F-81. I wasn't giving it up and there was nothing they could do about it. I finally realized they felt it was too easy a target, so I did two things. The first was I showed the head of the Secret Service how I could evade things. I'm not sure he appreciated how fast I got us up about 500 miles but at least he had a story to tell his kids that night.

The other was to bring in a second plane so when we traveled it was in a flight of two. I borrowed pilots and I'm completely confident some of the pilots freaked them out. The pilot that was available the most was Tegan.

The 8-year-old space fighter pilot was a little confusing. I didn't think I would mention Nan.

I also wouldn't let them in my wing of the house, and it bugged them when I allowed guests in, even if I did consider them family. Tough shit. I was horny. My relationship with Noah confused them a little too. Get used to this shit, world.

Tomorrow we left for Moscow. I had a UN ambassador in Gabe and Carlina would be there too. She had retired, but I needed her. Probably the first time two representatives from different countries were married to each other. Given their age, that was going to cause a bit of a scene and I fucking didn't care.

I finally decided I had to go.

Oh, the Secret service hated that. I brought quite an entourage. Dionysus sent their UN ambassador and Foreign Secretary. I sent my UN ambassador and went myself.

In other words, Orlando, Gabe, Carlina, and me.

Not sure what it said that three of the four of us had braces. Fuck you Carlina. Your time will come.

Not a traditional entourage. We got in just a few hours before the first meeting. I hated it but we had to take cars from the airport.

It forced us to fly a C-80 with the cars and no the Secret Service didn't like it.

Oh, the four of us all flew F-81s. And yes, we landed in a diamond. I'll bet that made the news. We could have just landed vertically, but why?

The meeting kicked off and I wanted to laugh so hard, but I held it in. It was quickly clear that no one believed the ultimate solution involved the US. Gabe and I were little more than observers.

Carlina and Orlando were in charge.

And Orlando deferred to Carlina.

Yep. World crisis being resolved by an 8-year-old. Again. The room was large and there were representatives from every industrialized nation plus most of the satellite states. A ton of people.

The representative from Germany had the floor.

"We are all wasting our time haggling over choices that will not work. Russia needs to hold elections but that will take time and can only happen after a deep investigation to ensure the guilty have been located and dealt with," he said. "The UN is toothless and couldn't possibly lead a country even temporarily. None of the major powers will be comfortable with another of that group in charge. Certainly not my country or the US. There is only one clear choice."

He left it hanging there. I admit I wasn't clear on it yet and everyone else just stared at him.

"Surely it is obvious. Look at the recent success in Syria. This is the same thing but larger," he said.

Oh.

Finally, Orlando stood up.

"Surely you don't mean me," he said.

"Of course I mean you, your highness," said the German. "What you accomplished in Syria is nothing short of extraordinary. You also speak the language fluently. Of the greatest importance is that Dionysus is the only superpower with no hidden agenda. You're small, powerful, rich, and capable."

The room erupted into multiple conversations. Carlina pounded on the podium.

"It is time to vote. One vote per country. We will make this simple. Each country send a representative to the front of the room. To vote in favor, stand to my left. To vote against, stand to my right. Dionysus will abstain and given the conflict and current crisis, I would suggest the US abstain as well." She gestured to make it clear where people should stand. Two people quickly brought flip charts on easels which were placed in the proper spots. One said FOR and the other said AGAINST. After some shuffling around, there was a large group standing next to the FOR sign, including Justin and Angela.

No one was standing next to the AGAINST sign. I walked to the front and Carlina yielded the podium.

"Before we finalize this, I want to remind you that a brother and sister, who are both members of the royal family of Dionysus, would lead both the US and Russia. He is 16. I'm 14. Don't forget, I am also the Prime Minister of Dionysus. You know all this, but I wanted to give you the chance to change your minds," I said.

No one moved.

"Orlando are you up for this?" I asked. He shrugged then nodded.

I moved away and gave the podium back to Carlina.

She made it official. I think everyone was a little surprised and confused that the meeting was already over. Orlando did the only thing he could do.

He invited everyone to dinner. OK it had already been arranged here at the hotel but still. Orlando did pull me to the side and ask of we could spend the weekend at home and talk. I promised him we would. We would do more than talk too. That made me smile. And get wet. My laundry included a lot of panties. I had to bring spares with me.

They're pissed. Again.

Chris again.

My Secret Service team was pissed. Really really pissed. It seemed like they always were.

I'd just told them I was flying myself home and they were not invited. The head of the detail was arguing with me and I was done.

"You seem to misunderstand our relationship," I said. "I respect your role and you have given me sound advice. I am making the decision to not take your advice and the conversation is over. I win. Period." I'm surprised smoke wasn't coming out of his ears. I went on in a softer voice.

"Listen. I understand that you lost a president through no fault of the service. I understand that you don't want it to happen again. I know you're new in the job because your previous leader was on the plane. I understand that having this conversation with a 14-year-old girl is downright surreal." Just then Barb walked in and handed me a note.

Tell him you'll take one agent -- Kira

I looked at Barb and she just nodded.

"Well as it turns out, my Chief of Staff has implored to me that I should take an agent. Please have Agent Kira Smithson report here in an hour with a packed weekend bag," I said. I could tell he wanted to argue, particularly given Kira was the most junior agent on the team, but I think he realized he was getting a small win and just nodded and left.

Barb and I had a lot of topics to cover and the hour flew by quickly. Zeke came in leading Kira. We had never officially met so Barb did the introductions. She kept calling me Miss President. She'd come over from the FBI to replace an agent that had been lost. That still sucked.

"Listen Kira. We are going to spend the weekend with my family. I appreciate the respect but for this weekend I am just Chris and she is just Barb. You'll meet a lot of people you recognize and may feel a little overwhelmed but they're just my family. You'll call my mom and dad by their first names Amy and Bob. You'll meet your UN ambassador and he is just Gabe and the current leader of Russia and he is just my brother Orlando," I said. "We are going to treat you like one of the family because that's all we know. Let me guess, everything in your overnight bag is some form of business suit, mostly in blue with nice crisp white blouses."

She was caught off guard but finally admitted that was true.

"Then just leave it here. On Dionysus you'll wear shorts, T-shirts and a swimsuit. You're mostly coming so we can get to know each other. You're welcome to wear your side arm but it won't be very comfortable. Up to you. I need to share a little more, particularly why you were chosen, but we will do that in flight," I said. Just then I heard the unmistakable sound of an F-81 landing. It's not much noise. More a disturbance of the air. I wondered who our decoy would be today? A few minutes later the door opened, and Miriam escorted in Pari. Noah walked in too. I want getting nearly enough time with him. He was so good about it.

We both squealed and Kira freaked a little when she went for the hug. It was time to go so we headed out. Kira had grabbed her bag, but I didn't fight her.

"I'll ride with Pari," said Barb "That way Kira and I both get the great view."

"Pari, let's go the long way and be sure to get above the line," I said. Noah went with Kira and me and took the jump seat.

Pari just gave me a grin and nodded. She knew I meant the Kármán line, which meant we were officially in space. Kira needed something to brag about.

We took off and went up fast until we got where we were going. I loved the look on Kira's face when she floated up and the seat belt held her down. I loved taking people into space. I radioed Pari that we were going to float a bit and to move away. I unlatched and floated over to Kira and unlatched her too. I took her hand and pulled her out to the passenger pod. Noah followed. You knew he would.

Then we had a talk.

Then we stopped talking.

Let's just say Kira had another first. Or firsts. She couldn't talk about this one. She learned both my skills and Noah's and fine skills they were.

She wasn't so bad herself.

We finally landed after one fun flight. My suspicion was that Barb's flight was just as enjoyable. Pari was one hell of a lot of fun. After all, they had time to kill waiting for us.

We landed on Mom and Dad's driveway. It was dinner time here so, well, we were going to dinner. We went into great fanfare and Kira met a lot of people. It was quite a crowd. Freja and her entire family. Orlando and Grace had brought Camila. Leslie had the London crew in, including Daniel, Donnie, Clive, and Jolie. John and Mary, Amy's parents. Davis, of course. He had been visiting Amai, who was also here. Barb and Davis had quite a reunion. He and Amai thought she was lost.

Ruby had her crew and Gabe had his. Kevin had brought Gina and Nan. Luke was with Cassie, but of course they both lived here. Kira was struggling to keep up.

I was confident that Nan being the Minister of Education would be confusing. Oh wait, that wasn't true. That was Pari now. There were a bunch of other folks around and Pari stayed. Her brother Denne was here too. One way or another, Denne was going to fuck me on this trip. He was really good at it for a little guy.

Everyone was dressed like I had explained to Kira. Barb, Noah, Kira, Pari, and I were overdressed. Yes, the pilots that flew the decoy F-81 had to dress appropriately.

Oh, Pari fixed the problem. Then Barb did too, much to Kira's surprise. They stripped, which led to about half the people stripping.

I took Kira back to the closet and found a nice romper. We all loved the terry cloth rompers. Kira reluctantly wore one too and wore it well. Over half the people didn't wear anything. We were still in the closet room and remember how it had the softest carpet?

It was just the two of us, plus Ruby. Might as well introduce her to Ruby.

She enjoyed it. Oh boy.

We had a great dinner and even better evening. It turned out Kira liked s'mores. And Orlando. And Grace. And... You get the idea. Oh, you want details.

You remember the size of the group. The giant bowl of Hershey bars didn't last long at all. Everyone made Kira the focus of their attention. I'm surprised it didn't kill her. At least they didn't all make her eat the s'more. She would have gotten sick. Everyone from Nicolo to Dad, um, ensured Kira's pleasure.

So did Mom. That was breathtaking. She ended up the evening completely cum covered. That was good. Seriously. It was.

Finally, the evening wound down and it was time to leave. It confused Kari. I guess I never explained I had a house here. She walked with Noah and me and was understandably surprised at our house and our relationship. At least Rylee didn't come with us tonight! We sure missed her. Tomorrow. Oops, no tonight. She greeted us at the door.

Naked.

Kira seemed to be enjoying herself. When Rylee opened the door, Kira moaned.

"Well thank you," said Rylee. "That was quite a compliment." She held out her hand to Kira and led her away. Noah and I aren't stupid. We followed.

Kira got quite clean and it wasn't in the shower. Did I mention she walked over to our house naked and cum covered? Rylee and I had fun too. Poor Noah wore down.

Then the three of us girls got into the jacuzzi tub. The jacuzzi tub that had a hand sprayer.

We weren't quite done yet.

No break for Orlando

Orlando here. I needed help. Lots and lots of help. We had to be low-key about these meetings because I couldn't be perceived as too tight with the US right now.

Syria was one thing. I could brute force that with money. Syria was not small, with 18 million people, but it was manageable.

Russia had 144 million people.

Worse I didn't trust anyone. I had my security team with me at all times.

Jase and Ileana.

Santiago and Tai.

And we loaded up on the armory. Heck I even wore a bullet proof vest under my shirt.

We had a spirited discussion. My team understood the military.

Chris, Carlina, and now Gabe understood the politics.

Sophia and Morgan understood the money.

Mom and Dad understood people and that was going to be a big help.

I was going to rely on them all, even if my conversations with Chris and Gabe needed to be secret.

Those darn Americans.

What I did rely on was the British and the Germans. Their intelligence was incredible, and we were weeding out the troublemakers with their help. Oh, it wasn't a purge. We took them to trial. Then I had to take about half the judges to trial. They were so used to the corruption that they didn't even try to hide it.

They should have.

Putin had imprisoned the leaders of the movement. We damn near emptied their prisons since almost all were political prisoners. With some care, I chose many of them to lead the turnaround.

I brought in a powerhouse to focus on education. No, not Nan. Pari. Nan had retired, for obvious reasons.

Pari was fun.

Pari was a lot of fun.

So was everyone that was helping me out. Grace stayed with me almost all the time, but we had a rotating group of people staying with us. Carlina was there a lot.

Yeah, not all work. Lots of play.

Finally, things settled down a bit.

We'll end here. Chris was still the president. I was proud of her, but it sucked. Badly. Let's pass the pen to a different topic.

My name is Eddie

My name is Eddie. It's short for Edward, but who wants to go through life as Edward? Maybe someday, but I'm a kid, so Eddie is just fine. My family is pretty new to Amyville. We moved here from Nashville, in Tennessee. I have a sister Mandy, short for Amanda. We like nicknames, I guess. This isn't a story about my family, although we have plenty of those. We're a fun family. A really fun family, if you get my drift, so moving here has been awesome.

I'm going to tell a story about last night, but I guess I should share a little more first. I'm 14 years old and a pretty average guy. I'm 5'6", so not too tall yet, and I have a 5-inch (13 cm) cock, so not too long yet. My dad is a lot bigger, so I am a little hopeful. And yes, I know all about my dad, my mom, and my sister. Yep.

I make up for being average by being both outgoing and skilled. It works for me pretty well. I try to be friendly and fun, so most of the girls and guys like me and yes I mean in that way too.

My sister Mandy is Twenties years old and a hottie. Yes, she is. She's about 5'4", thin, with small B cup breasts with big nipples. She hates bras and loves to show off her nipples. I'm pretty sure she tweaks them all day long, because she has really long nipples too and likes to show them off. She also gives incredible blowjobs, but then again so do I.

This story started about 7 last night. Oh, 1900. I'm still getting use to that. Mandy was next door babysitting. Our parents, the parents next door, and the parents across the street had gone into Athens for an all-night play date. I don't know how else to describe it. Mandy was spending the night next door with their four kids. Both families had two daughters. They were all adorable, but inexperienced. I knew them all, and knew they were curious, but their families weren't as close as ours. Get it? But this was Dionysus and they would be eventually. Their parents were letting them move at their own pace, which was the right thing to do. No one would pressure them. No one.

The girls next door were Raula and Dessa. They were from France. Not Paris. A small town in the middle of France and they were typical small town girls. Friendly, cute and inexperienced. Raula is 11 years old. She has dark hair, cut shoulder length, a cute nose, and a nice figure. She's pretty developed for 11, with nice A cups. I've never seen them. None of us has. I don't know why I mentioned her nose, but it is cute. Dessa is her mini-me. A little shorter, with nipple bumps. Sexy AF nipple bumps, but I don't think she quite knows that. She is 9 years old. She runs around without a shirt all the time. I am just fine with that.

The girls across the street filled in the blanks, so to speak. They were from Russia, and also from a small town. Between the four of them, they had the sexiest accents. I'm pretty new here, so English is the only thing I speak well, so that's our common language. Nyusha is 12 years old, and the oldest of the four girls. She's blonde and tall, at about 5'7". Really tall for a 12-year-old. Developed too, with easily B cups. She's got that strong, athletic body. Not thin, and not overly muscular. Just perfect. I'm guessing at a little of this, since I've never seen her in anything less than shorts and a t-shirt. She's a little more modest and wears bras, which is kind of rare here. Nyusha's sister is 10 years old. See? 9, 10, 11, 12. She's Tosha and the opposite of her sister in almost every way. She's small, even smaller than Dessa, and really petite. She looks about 7, which is kind of sexy. Flat, with no development, and just a slit and a small clit poking out. Oh, that sounds like I know her better than I do. I wish. No, she just runs around naked a lot. It's funny that she's naked and Nyusha is all covered up. That matches their personalities too. Tosha is outgoing and touchy and Nyusha is reserved. Whatever works for them.

So that was a lot of setup, given I was at home alone on a Saturday night. OK, I was stroking to some photos and videos on the country website but hadn't cum yet. I admit, a lot of that was imagining Tosha. Naked a lot, remember?

I got a text from Mandy to come next door fast and it was an emergency. She ended it with "Grab your clothes but don't take time to get dressed".

Oh. Wow. I grabbed shorts and my phone and ran. Mandy was a calm and collected girl. A text like this was a big fucking deal. I ran in the front door and heard her calling out. I ran back into their playroom. Mandy was on the floor next to a stool. Holy shit, a bone was sticking out of her leg. She was crying. The girls were standing around panicking. No, that's not quite true. Tosha was on the phone and I could tell it was with emergency services. She was calm and collected and handling it. The other girls were crying, and panicking wasn't fair. They were just a little freaked. I dropped my phone and clothes and knelt down next to Mandy.

"Looking good there big bro," said Mandy, through the pain. Good, her humor is intact.

"They're on their way," said Tosha. We heard the sirens in the distance.

"Listen up, because they're going to take me," said Mandy. "The girls are inexperienced. Tonight was a night to let them explore, if they wanted to. All the parents told me to invite you over if the girls had an interest. I'm out of here, so you're in charge. We can't get through to any of the parents, including ours. I don't know why. Keep trying, but I'll be fine. Take care of the girls. Teach them whatever they want to know. You're a good man Eddie. You'll do well. Remember what we read about the virgin whisperer. That's you tonight."

Just then we heard a loud knock and Tosha let them in. She was clearly in charge. Here I was, naked. I took the chaos as an opportunity to pull on my shorts, but not before the cute EMS girl gave me an appraising look and a smile. They took good care of Mandy and got her on a stretcher and gave her pain meds. Tosha explained everything quickly, and the EMS were OK leaving the girls with me. This is Dionysus. Things were different. They explained where they were taking Mandy.

"I should go with you," said Tosha. Good idea, even if I did have just a flash of disappointment.

"No, honey, you stay here," said Mandy. "My friend Patty and her parents are meeting us at the hospital. They'll take care of me and keep trying to track down our parents." Oh good. Patty and her family were amazing and by that I mean trustworthy and supportive. OK, I mean all the rest too, but still.

Suddenly everyone was gone but not before the cute EMS girl wrote her number on my hand in Sharpie. Oh hell, I wrote it down and put it in my pocket. I wasn't losing that number. We were left all standing around in the middle of a surprising amount of trash generated by EMS. The girls just started cleaning up, so I helped them. The floor was tile and had a lot of Mandy's blood on it, so I found cleaning supplies and we got all that cleaned up too. When we were done, you never would have guessed anything happened.

And I was here, alone, with four curious sexy preteens. I'm really sorry Mandy got hurt, but damn, this was an interesting outcome. Although it sounds like I might have ended up here with Mandy, which would have been even better.

"So girls, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"We want you to teach us all about sex," said Tosha. All the girls nodded, even Nyusha, although she blushed a crimson red when she did.

"OK, but let's go into a bedroom," I said. Tosha led us into her bedroom which had a nice queen-size bed. Yeah, Tosha was still in charge. She also stripped, which was nice of her. She might be small and undeveloped but with her strength of character, she was sexy as hell. Before anyone else stripped, I stopped them and made them sit down in a circle with me.

"Listen, it's great that Tosha took off her clothes, really great," I said, giving her a big smile. This time she blushed too. It was so cute.

"But we need to talk first," I said. "This is a comfortable place. A safe zone. No one has to do anything they don't want. Nothing. There is no pressure, particularly no peer pressure. You can get up right now and leave and no one will say a word. You can announce that you don't want anything to happen with any of us and Tosha will get dressed and we'll find something else to do. Or we can explore, to each of your limits. You can change your mind or stop at any time. As I've read in the journal, even mid-stroke." That got a laugh out of all of them.

"That wouldn't be much fun for you," said Nyusha. Well, that was progress.

"I know that speech was mostly directed at me," continued Nyusha. "I really appreciate it too. I know I'm shy, and around here I am behind everyone else. I don't want to be shy and behind everyone else and I trust everyone in this room, particularly you Eddie. You've always been my friend and never pressured me. If I'm going to get laid, it's going to be by you. It might be tonight, and it might not, but let's just roll with it and see what happens."

With that, she stood up and took off her t-shirt and then her bra. We all gasped. That bra was holding in C cups. It had to be uncomfortable. She wiggled out of her shorts and just stood there.

"You're beautiful," said Dessa, saying what all of us were thinking. "Stunning. Oh hell, you got me wet just by standing there."

"Me too," added Raula.

"Me too," added Tosha. "But I've seen her naked before. And I am always wet." All four girls turned to me and looked right at my crotch.

Yeah, hard. It seemed like the right moment and I stood up and did my own wiggle, dropped my shorts to the floor. I don't know what cocks they've all seen, but they all sucked in their breath when the saw it. Maybe it was the drop of precum on the end, which Tosha reached over and wiped off with her finger. She stuck her finger right in her mouth.

"Mmm," she mumbled around her finger, to gales of laughter from the group. I sat back down.

"I admit I am not exactly sure what to do here," I said. "I know that before anything else, you each need to get off. There are a lot of ways to make that happen. You can touch yourself, you can help each other in any way that you'd like, or I can help any of you. If you're not sure what to do, that's fine, but I can teach you, although some of you may know more than me, so please help teach."

They all thought about it for a minute. Nyusha spoke first, to my surprise.

"I want someone to go down on me and two others to each suck a nipple," she said. "It's my fantasy. I'd like all three to be girls, then I want Eddie to teach me how to suck a cock and then I want him to fuck me, with me on top." Well, that was very specific.

"Remember you can stop at any time," I said.

"I'll stop when you cum inside me and then you can lick it out," said Nyusha, surprisingly firm. Wow. OK then. I had Nyusha lie on the bed and Tosha started to get between her legs.

"Not you," said Nyusha. "I know what that feels like." Then she realized what she said and blushed again.

"Nyusha, that shouldn't embarrass you. Safe space, remember? It's great that Tosha gets you off. Mandy and I play all the time. She was my first," I said, knowing Mandy would be OK with me sharing. All four girls moaned. Good for them.

Dessa got between Nyusha's legs and clearly had some experience. Raula and Tosha each latched onto a nipple and boy did they stand up. I just watched, forcing myself to not stroke my cock. I wanted to so bad, but there were four girls and Nyusha wanted to learn how to give a blow job. Nyusha went off, hard, and the girls all just switched around until all four of them had at least two orgasms. I lost count of the number that Tosha had. They all hopped up and Nyusha pointed at the bed.

I'm not stupid. I laid down. Then Tosha explained to Nyusha what she should do. You go Tosha. That explanation was from experience. Nyusha was a little rough at first but took coaching well and I was going to cum soon and told her. Tosha made her stop.

"Listen up girls," said Tosha. "Eddie's only going to have a few in him tonight. We can't waste them with blowjobs. He's going to cum quick now, because Nyusha got him close. So, this one is mine. No point wasting one on a virgin." With that she hopped up and gently slid down on my cock. The other girls were enthralled.

"Wait," said Nyusha. "Did you just tell us you weren't a virgin?" Tosha laughed and settled down on my cock and stopped. Probably a good thing, since I was close again.

"No, sis, I'm not," said Tosha. "Once you feel comfortable going to the wrestling room, you'll probably find my name on a plaque somewhere. I'm a frequent fucker. I just never talked about it because I didn't want to pressure you."

Well that was a turn of events. All this time I could have been fucking Tosha.

"Too bad you didn't know though Eddie," said Tosha, as she started bouncing up and down again. This time I couldn't take it and when she went off, so did I. She rolled off and laid down next to me, still in charge.

"Someone needs to clean off Eddie's cock," said Tosha. "And someone else needs to suck all of his cum out of me and then kiss it to me." All three girls just sat there for a minute, then Nyusha got between Tosha's legs. That surprised me. She was inexperienced and they both admitted that Tosha went down on Nyusha a lot, but the reverse had never happened. Whatever works girls. Nyusha clearly knew what worked though, because Tosha was bucking her way through continuous orgasms. Then Nyusha slid up Tosha's body and passionately kissed Tosha. Tosha opened her mouth and showed us all the cum before she swallowed. Then the girls ground into each other to another orgasm. Hell yes, I was hard again, and Dessa cleaning me off had helped. She wasn't new at it either.

"My turn," said Nyusha, climbing up on to my legs. She may never have done it, but she knew the mechanics. I made her stop though and talked through that it would hurt.

"I know," said Nyusha. "Hymen and all the shit." She then grabbed my cock and slammed down on it with a yelp.

"Yep, that stung," she said, just sitting there for a moment. Finally, she started gently bouncing up and down. I played with her nipples, which are exceptional, and Dessa reached in and played with her clit. Nyusha went over and over. I was going to last, so I rolled with her, into the missionary position and made gentle love to her, while I was kissing her, and nibbling on anything I could nibble. Finally, she came exceptionally hard and milked the cum out of me. Wow. I admit I collapsed onto her briefly.

"Who do you want to clean you out?" said Raula. Nyusha blushed again.

"Eddie, if it doesn't freak him out," said Nyusha. "No one will make you do anything you don't want to." Yeah, she even mimicked me.

I didn't answer with words. I dove right in. While I was, I heard Tosha.

"Do you like it in the ass Eddie?" she said. I looked and she was holding up a decent sized dildo. A double ended one. I smiled and nodded. She lubed me up and slid right in.

Oh God it felt good. I concentrated on Nyusha and finally she asked me to stop. Her timing was good, because I slid right up her body to kiss the cum to her. Tosha slid up right with me. While I was kissing Nyusha, Tosha got off and fell to the side.

So far, the night was a success. It turned out they hadn't eaten dinner yet, so I took them out to the diner. We had a wonderful time and laughed our way through dinner. Then we went back to the house. The lessons were not over.

My stamina stayed with me, and the dinner break helped, and I had a teaching moment with all four girls. Two of them twice.

I da man. Kidding, kidding, I was happy to help and introduce them to sex. It's a great thing that it was wonderfully enjoyable for us all. I feel much closer to the girls. We all fell asleep in Raula's bed, which is how all our parents found us. Naked and asleep. They didn't know about Mandy, so my parents rushed off to the hospital, although Mandy would be asleep. No one even suggested I go home. They just left us to go back to sleep. I think I liked this.

Itching, just itching

Grace here. Another topic change. I loved Eddie's story. Virgins are good.

I remember my first time. I'm a little more experienced now. Hey, you didn't have to laugh.

But I was itching. Itching to tour. I hadn't toured in way too long. Life intruded. OK, if by life you mean lying on the beach, having unlimited sex, and flying around the world eating incredible food.

Our suffering knows no bounds.

Camila and I had been planning this for a while. We just hadn't told Orlando yet. He would have said no. OK, maybe not no, because he would do whatever I told him, but he would have been uncomfortable.

We at least staged it more modestly for him. Let me just cut to the chase.

Camila and I were going to do a tour together as co-headliners. Even I was surprised when she insisted on that. She is so much more famous. We thought it would be interesting because our musical styles were different, but our combination was pretty powerful. Yeah, that too, but I meant musically.

Orlando you asked? He was our featured with. He could have toured as a headliner, but that wasn't his thing. But if Camila and I both told him he was performing with us, do you know what he would do?

He would perform with us.

We were starting with a dozen shows. Stadiums, which makes me giggle, but we were pretty confident. All the stadiums were huge too. As in 75,000 people huge. Our order was weird, because of availability, but space planes, right?

• Austin, Texas
• Melbourne, Australia
• Barcelona, Spain
• London
• Mexico City
• New Jersey
• Dublin
• Beijing
• Athens
• Atlanta
• Seoul
• Delhi
• Montreal

We actually ended up with thirteen locations. Hopefully that was good luck, not bad. We put tickets on sale. That's when Orlando found out. It sort of made the news. All the dates sold out. Atlanta took the longest.

Three hours.

It seemed a little crazy to us, but you know, royalty and shit.

We thought about adding shows in the same location, but there were so many other places we wanted to perform too. We decided to make each trip a mini-vacation. We'd spend a few days, see the sights, do the performances and move on. Oh, performances. Did I mentioned that we were doing three nights in each location already?

Three hours. Guess the people in Atlanta were busy.

We were going to wow them too. Lots of our friends already agreed to join our vacations and shows. Halsey, right? Oh God she was fun. Orlando would agree. Very much. Heck if he balked at doing this I'd just whisper Halsey in his ear. My young stud had all four of us in the bed at once. Valeria, Camila, Halsey, and me. He satisfied us all. Very well.

Pretty sure we were all ad-dick-ted now. See?

Our first location was Austin, which was awesome. That was going to be quite a party. Everyone loved our Austin place. Taylor, Selena, Ariana, Lorde. They were all coming. So were Charlie, Sam, and Ed. Oh you know all those names. Do I really need last names? They were just coming for last day though. Discretion and all that shit. Halsey was spending the entire time with us. OK, a few of those names might spend the night, but I'm not telling who.

OK to heck with Orlando. Whispering Halsey's name got me wet too. Have you seen her breasts? Well, maybe not, but I sure have.

I happened to mention to Bob that it was funny that he owned a house at five of the thirteen locations. I am pretty sure he took it as a challenge. He asked me for the list and the dates. I showed him how to find the information on his phone and he walked off towards his office whistling. I suspect I have to pass the pen to him. But first, Camila and I are going to follow Bob into his office and distract him.

Let's face it. Camila and I walk into your office naked, you'd stop whatever you're doing. Oh, he did. We went classic. Me on the bottom, Camila on the top, Bob fucking Camila. Then Camila and I traded positions. Since I finished Bob, I left going squish, squish. After all, we needed to talk to Orlando. What better way to start than with him cleaning me out?

He'd like that, right? As it turns out, he did. Oh, Camila had saved hers too. How thoughtful. I admit the fact that Orlando could correctly identify the source of the cum by taste makes me laugh. His card catalog of cum tastes is quite extensive. I know. I test him on it frequently. The other day I came with a mix of Juan, who was in Clearwater, Noah, who was in DC, and Dad, who was in Prague. Oh, I mean Bob. I find myself calling him Dad now that we're married. Usually when he's fucking me. Oh Dad, Oh Dad.

Kidding. A little. OK, not at all. He likes it. We all do it now. Even Amy. Especially Amy. Sorry, tangent.

Anyway, I came home with a cocktail of cum. Orlando not only correctly identified them all, he could accurately state which order they fucked me. I asked him how and he said something about layers. The tests needed to get more difficult. I was moving to four the next time. Maybe five. It was my new challenge. To fill myself with a larger variety of cum tangs for my husband to enjoy licking out. And every single person in the Kingdom of Dionysus, of all ages, would just agree that was a fun thing to do.

Which was good, because the volunteer cum giver selection needed to grow. I think I'll setup some form of contest with Orlando. Look for that in a future post.

Houses are my thing

Come on. I'm the house guy. Amy buys some and so do others, but I like it. I can afford it. Our friends use them. Yeah, you know this is Bob.

I'm probably going to be a groupie following the tour, so why wouldn't I be comfortable? Every performer wants their dad along, right?

Although I am not a typical dad. And yes, they'd introduced me to Halsey.

Damn.

I had Austin, Barcelona, and London covered, so the first house I needed was Melbourne. I had looked at them, but never bought one. Sydney yes, Melbourne no.

So, I looked.

I wasn't finding much on my various websites I used. I found one 10 acre estate, but it did nothing for me. It didn't have to be on the water, but that was preferred. I resorted to the satellite view from Google maps to look around and see if there was anything that appealed. It didn't have to be for sale for us to make an offer. Stupid money, you know.

I found an intriguing fairly undeveloped island called French Island. Kind of in the harbor off to the side. You'll have to look it up. Roughly 27,000 acres. 70% was a national park. About 8,200 acres was privately owned, but by only 116 people. At least that was the population.

Would stupid money work? We're pretty good with stupid money. This called for my stupid money man. Jason. It was late enough in the day for me to call him, so I did. The phone! Who uses the phone? I explained my interest and he pulled up Google maps too.

"You want to evict 116 people from their homes?" asked Jason. Well that was a bad way to look at it.

"No, I want to offer them an exorbitantly high price to voluntarily sell. But I need it all. We could do that shadow corporation shit, or we could just fly down and hold a town hall meeting and offer them stupid money. Might work, might not," I said. He laughed.

"That's one way to do it," he said. "Do you want me to see about buying the entire thing? They might sell if you agree to leave some of it undeveloped."

"Sure," I said. "We're good homeowners in Sydney. Ask Chris and Orlando if they know anyone in the government."

"On it," he said.

He is also very good. I had an email waiting the next morning with instructions. We had a meeting late tonight, our time, with all the residents. The government had agreed to sell if we could buy the entire island. The price was high, but not too high for us. The restrictions were manageable. Right now, 70% of the island was park. They would allow us to take that down to 50%. There was no infrastructure, but we'd fix that. How Grace's post about touring turned in to me buying an island in Australia is confusing. OK, no it really isn't. I needed to find Amy and see if she wanted to go. We could take our new GFP. You know, the converted giant C-112. It could land vertically so right on the island. It was fucking huge. Sorry, but it was. Think of a 747. Now imagine if that looked small. About a quarter of the size of the GFP. Yeah, that big.

"Do you want to go with me to Australia to try to convince 116 people to sell me their town?" I asked. Well, that was what I was doing.

"When?" asked Amy.

"In about 4 hours," I said. "We'll meet with them when we arrive. Buying a park and an entire island."

"OK," said Amy. Then she took my hand and led me back towards the bedroom. We passed Mary Lou and Shin. Amy took Mary Lou's hand. I'm not stupid, I took Shin's.

I admit, I was a touch worn out from Grace and Camila, but Shin wasn't. It was a joy to watch him pleasure Amy and Mary Lou. And me. His cock in my ass felt fantastic. That did get me hard. It would you too. So, I did find myself in a train with Amy and Shin, with Mary Lou under Amy. Isn't that your average afternoon? Sorry, I think I am gloating. Oops.

Since they were already with us, Mary Lou and Shin rode along to Melbourne. We are a spontaneous family. We dropped from the sky to much disinterest. Yes, disinterest. These are folks that had lived here for a long time and didn't want to move that much. We were absolutely not going to be pushy about it. I'd find something else. We were open and honest and answered every question they had. Did you expect less? In the end, 114 people wanted to accept the offer.

That was a problem. The two people that didn't want to were a couple. Judith and Geoff. It appeared that Judith was the real holdout and Geoff would do whatever it took to make her happy. Much respect for them both. Amy and I took them off to the side for a private conversation. They were a fascinating couple. We would find out they were both 82 years old and had been married for 61 years. They'd spent the last 45 years in their house on this island. They had four kids that were long out of the house and a bit estranged. Well, I thought we were done, but Amy is, well, Amy.

"We will walk away without issue before we get pushy with you, but I had a few questions that might help," said Amy. "Are you familiar with Dionysus?" Hey, on this island, it was entirely possible they weren't. However, I can now tell you that Geoff does not have a problem with ED. Damn, that looked impressive in his shorts too. I find myself surprised to admit this, but I found them both sexy. Think Margot and Marcel in a few years.

"Does anything you've heard about Dionysus bother your or offend you?" asked Amy. They both assured us that it didn't.

"Are you kidding?" said Judith. "You two are living a dream. Lots of money and lots of sex." We had a little chat about their financial situation, and it was tight. Very tight.

"We're fine with you buying the island. More power to you. We're just in our eighties and don't want to move," said Judith.

"I'm going to make a suggestion and all you have to do is say no and we'll get in that giant plane and go home," said Amy. "No worries at all. My question is if we bought your house now, but agreed you could both live in it until you pass, and that we would provide full-time nursing care when needed, would you be interested? No, wait. We really need someone on the island as a caretaker. We'd also pay you just to make sure things were OK. Not to do the work, to hire people to do whatever you thought was needed." She named a figure that was stupid. Good for her.

"Wait," I added. "Don't forget access to the space planes. You can visit people whenever you want."

"Space planes? We'd get to go in space?" asked Judith. Amy hit her with a killer smile and Judith moaned. I have raised my bar again on my old age. Amy fiddled with her phone for a second.

"How about in 20 minutes," said Amy. I have never been hugged so tight by a man and woman in their eighties. Geoff rubbing his cock against mine was an experience too.

"We're in," said Judith, answering for them both.

Which is how we ended up having lunch with 116 friends on the space station. In the end, 114 of the 116 stayed in their homes, but we bought the island. The one remaining couple took the money and moved into the outback, which had long been their dream. So, we ended up with an island of randy naked old people. They'd been living together for as long as 50 years, without that much fun.

We built them an entire building with a wrestling room. Their later years were going to be spectacular.

I feel like I shouldn't share details, but let's say Amy and I both learned a number of things on that trip. Perhaps the most important was that our fun was going to last for a long, long time.

Now we're off to Mexico City and Dublin. Shin and Mary Lou headed home. We had New Jersey covered with our New York place. Both locations are worth a short story. Hell, our lives are a soap opera. Realistically, we didn't need any of these places. No stadium was more than 45 minutes away, which led us to look a little farther away from Mexico City. Beaches, we like beaches. We found a place north of Puerto Vallarta. It was stunning. It had 22 bedrooms, 37 bathrooms, and a mile of beachfront. Over 37,000 square feet. All for under $20 million.

Sold, to the excitement of the realtor that showed it to us with her 16-year-old son in tow. He was the driver. Sure, we didn't mind. He was also in shorts that were slightly too small and a tank top that was more than slightly too small. Then again, his mom, the agent, was in a translucent sun dress. We like sun dresses. When they did the introductions, Esme side hugged Joaquin and gave him a kiss. Not a mother-son kiss. A lots of tongue and Joaquin got hard kiss.

We're suspicious they were sending a message.

"So, Esme, are you licensed as a buyer's agent throughout the country?" asked Amy. Sure, why not. Buy'em all.

"Oh yes," said Esme, with a brilliant smile. "So, you have changed your mind about this property?"

"No," said Amy. "We want this one. We're interested in others too." Amy pulled out her phone and showed her the others. I looked over her shoulder just to be in the know.

• Acapulco, 14, 27, 58,116 square feet, $14.5 million
• Jalisco, 19, 23, 26,156 square feet, $12 million
• Mexico City, 9, 9, 12,000 square feet, $22 million
• Baja California, 22, 31, 65,000 square feet, $29 million

"You're interested in all of these?" said Esme. "Do you want to just fuck me now? Hell, you can fuck Joaquin too." Joaquin gave us a killer smile and his cock bounced. Nice.

"That sounds wonderful, but let's look at the houses first," said Amy. "We'll have to designate a consulate if we're going to play with Joaquin."

"Not anymore," said Joaquin. "The President signed legislation matching our ages of consent nationwide to yours. Millions around the country protested in the streets. Over a million in Mexico City alone."

"Against it?" I asked. Joaquin and Esme laughed.

"For it," said Esme. "The President was backed into a corner. He was a vocal opponent. His supporters almost forced it. You see the bill also lowered the age to run for office and he was accused of being against of it for fear of losing in the next election. It's a great story. The movement was started by a young woman named Paz who lives in a very bad part of Mexico City. She started it with her brother. Her position was that our country was underutilizing its greatest resource - youth. Her brother Rafael was her partner and biggest supporter. Paz threatened she would run against him. It was a complete lose-lose for him. He was out either way. Once the bill was signed she announced she was indeed running in the election. She will win in a landslide. It won't be close."

Amy and I were just grinning.

"How old is she?" asked Amy. That was the right question.

"She is 9 years old. Her brother is 10 years old," said Esme. "They're adorable too, which doesn't hurt. She is a force of nature."

I saw Amy jump on her phone again. She came back up smiling.

"Let's run look at the houses. Let's do Mexico City last. We have dinner plans at 2000 in Mexico City. You're welcome to join us," said Amy. They didn't know, but I did. It was obvious to me.

In the end we bought three of the four. We passed on the house in Jalisco. It just didn't wow us. We'd look for more. We did, as planned, end at the Mexico City home and loved it. Oh gosh, it was only 1630. What could we do to pass the time?

Oh, that's getting old, isn't it? Joaquin was stunning naked with a long 8-inch (20 cm) thin cock. The revelation was Esme. She had to be close to or in her forties, but she had a body of a 14-year-old. Seriously. Thin, with uplifted B cups.

Damn.

They put on a show for us at first and then they just took over. I fucked Esme. Joaquin fucked Amy. Joaquin fucked me while I fucked Amy. On and on and on. We ended up together for a well-needed shower. We had swapped for an E-82, and had a nice GLS63 in it, so we went to pick up our dinner guests.

Paz and Rafael.

We met them and their extended family. Their mom and dad, Rosa María and Alejandro, their older sister María Elena, who is 12 years old, and their older brother José Luis, who is 14 years old. We took them all out to dinner. This was such a strange situation. They lived in poverty, yet Paz was likely the next president of Mexico. Every other politician would be enriched by that. She wouldn't be. Her ethics were too strong. I was going to have to work with Sota to figure out what we could do legally and ethically. We were going to help. We had to be careful though to not send a message that we had pushed her.

We went to a local favorite of theirs. It was amazing. A little hole in the wall where we were the only out-of-towners. We're used to that. They were all surprised at our fluent Mexican accented Spanish. We could just have easily switched to one of several dialects of Spain too, but didn't flaunt that.

Oh, and they were adorable. You're expecting we all went back and fucked, but we didn't. Paz and Rafael made a point that they were both virgins and weren't ready. That was their power. They were making it legal, but they were not personally ready.

More power to them. We had a wonderful night, just wonderful. I did get a feel that their older brother and sister would have happily joined us, but we didn't go there. We dropped Esme and Joaquin at home and then Amy and I had a wonderful night in our new home in Puerto Vallarta.

Mexico done.

What about Ireland?

I think I love Ireland. It was next on my list for a home. You know, so we would be near the concerts. Wink, wink. I got on Sotheby's site first. Holy shit, can I get a quantity discount? They were all truly beautiful. Some were a little pricey, but most were darn near bargains. I needed to see them. I was going to spend a few days house hunting in Ireland. I sent a group text asking who wanted to join me. A lot of people had a day free but not what I predicted would be a week, so I put Shin on getting a schedule put together, finding the perfect buyer's agent, and finding us places to spend the night.

He put himself on the third day. Oh good.

Let's face it. Everyone could bop in on their space plane.

I prioritized the choices, from the website, and Shin was on it. He found what he considered to be the perfect agents. A couple, again, and cleared through Jackson. That's always a good sign! The agents are Fergus and Finnian. I love Irish names. I checked out their website. Then I drooled on my keyboard. A married gay couple in Ireland is a bit unusual.

They were both going to fuck me. They were. Yeah, yeah, if they wanted to.

So, our little fleet of planes was heading to Leinster Ireland. My cohorts today are Rylee and Isaac. Rylee picked up Isaac for me. You may not remember him, but he runs all of sales for our US dealerships now. I sure remember his thick BBC.

Oh, and the realtor couple? Bi.

I think Rylee was excited about being the only woman with four cocks. Men. I guess I should call them men.

I stopped in Dublin and picked up Fergus and Finnian. Oh, it started off well. They went in for the hug. Since they were a little bold, I was too. I went in for a kiss.

Let's just say they're great kissers and from the cocks that were grinding into mine, I was predicting generous endowments too.

Rylee will be pleased.

We landed at the first estate and it was overwhelmingly cool. The most expensive too. So? It's hard to even describe. It was an entire valley. It was five thousand acres, with a large 7-bedroom house, a smaller 4-bedroom house, and seven 2-bedroom cottages.

Sounds cool doesn't it. I didn't even get to talk much. Rylee bought it. Then she walked into the Master bedroom. We're not stupid. We all followed her.

"Since I bought it, I get to christen it," she said. Then she dropped her romper.

I felt a little bad for Finnian. He came in his pants. Luckily Isaac helped him clean up. With his tongue. Rylee rewarded Finnian though. He got to fuck her first. Can you have a gang bang with four guys and one girl?

Yes, you can, although Rylee was sweet. She made all of us save one for each other. I fucked Fergus while Isaac fucked me. Then Finnian fucked me. Then Fergus fucked me.

Then Rylee cleaned me out.

First house christened. We ended up staying the night, since it was empty and furnished. It was a good thing that Isaac had to head out. We needed fresh cock.

Well, we did. We woke up the next morning and Rylee ran Isaac home, but came back. With her were her mom and dad, Molly and Cooper. Oh, that is wonderful. Jase and Ileana joined us too. We don't do nearly enough with them. They're so much fun! It was a little funny, because we fell into couples, but Rylee was my partner.

Amy wouldn't mind. It's Rylee!

The funny thing was that the next house to look at was next door, if next door could be a 1,200 acre estate next to our new 5,000 acre estate. It seemed silly, but they were literally next door, so we'd basically own the entire valley and the plateau above.

It was damn nice too. It has 9 bedrooms, because, well there are a lot of us in the extended family.

Let's christen this one too.

Cooper and Molly really didn't know Jase and Ileana, so they really needed to get to know each other. They did the traditional swap, which left me with Rylee. We both grinned at each other and she damn near attacked me.

Apparently she keeps scarves in her purse and the bed in the Master was a four poster. I found myself tied up on the bed. Well that was a start. Rylee went into director mode and somehow was wearing the sexiest leather. Crotchless panties and a leather bustier with nipple cutouts.

And a whip. Oh boy. She started slow, with Ileana kneeling over me and Cooper sliding right in. All I could do was lick, but I licked a lot. Cooper pulled out and just covered me with cum.

Then Molly and Jase took their place, but they were cruel. Then lined up just out of reach of my tongue. No one had touched me yet either. I was so hard it hurt. Another load, all over me.

Then Rylee untied my feet. Finally. Then she surprised me and pushed my legs up and over my head and tied my legs above my arms.

Well that opened me up. Rylee, Jase, Ileana, Cooper, Molly, Rylee again. They all fucked me. Hard. All the loads, from those that had loads, ended up on me too.

Finally, Rylee untied me. She climbed up and sat on my legs. She scooped up a huge amount of cum and stroked my cock with it. It is nice lube. She bounced on me so gently while everyone else licked off cum and kissed it to Rylee or me. I couldn't hold off much longer and I came so hard in Rylee. She settled down on my cock and started using her muscles to massage me, while I was still inside her.

Yes, I got hard again. Yes, I filled her up again. She laid down on my chest with me still inside her and we both fell asleep. I don't know where everyone else went, but I woke up with Rylee still on my chest.

The next morning. Yes, of course we fucked. Come on. Rylee.

Shin is in charge!

Shin here. Damn straight I signed myself up. I arrived on the morning of the third day, just in time to join the fun with Rylee and her parents, Bob, and the two realtors. The realtors had spent the night. Now that's service. I brought Maisy with me. Oh Maisy. I really like her, and I hope the feeling is mutual. We've been hanging out a lot.

I like it.

She's so sweet and funny. She's also the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Oh, I know, lots of attractive people, but there is just something about Maisy.

My house was also nearby. Maybe 5 km away. The difference was mine was on the water. The house was a little smaller, a 9/5 with about 1,000 square meters. The draw was the house was on a small cliff with an incredible view. There was also a path down to the water and nearly a kilometer of private beach.

Yeah baby.

I bought it, I christen it.

With Maisy first. First. We all made Maisy the focus of our attention. All of us. Yes, that was a lot of cocks.

She liked it. I got to do all the cleanup. I liked it.

One hell of a day.

Rina, Rina, Rina

Rina here. Yes, that Rina. I couldn't believe it, but I was about to graduate with my master's in early childhood development from Dionysus U Athens. Once I'd transferred the pace had sped up like you wouldn't believe. The content was totally different than from my old U studies. It felt like the ancient approach versus the modern one. The cool thing about the master's program was we were actually developing the topic as part of the program. We did tons of labs and observations of the kids at the school. The kids were amazing. It was still a bit old school too. Pari knew it. I think she's working on it.

I learned a lot too. School was fun in a lot of other ways too. You knew what I meant, I'm sure.

Sometimes I wore out from all the sex and spent the weekend asleep. What a cool problem to have.

As I was getting close to graduation, Amy asked me to lunch. I was still super close with Sophia and Morgan but had a great relationship with Amy too. After all, I was her mini-me. OK, I admit Bob was fun too. He's such an incredible guy.

And one hell of a fuck. I think he enjoyed having Amy and me together. I liked it too.

Back on track. Amy clearly had something she wanted to talk about. That was cool.

"So, have you decided what you want to do with your degree?" asked Amy, after the obligatory small talk.

"No. I might keep going for my PhD and probably will part time, but I want to get involved with kids. Not just teaching. Something a little more hands on," I said. "I get bored easily and the kids are so damn much fun." Amy laughed. It took me a minute to realize why.

"Yeah, that too," I said, laughing too. "But I meant how smart and motivated they are. In fact, I have what I think is the perfect idea for my PhD thesis, but it would require me living with some of the truly smart kids and I haven't figured out how to make that happen." For some reason, that made Amy really smile. I just raised my eyebrows and she laughed again.

"Well I might have a solution that is a win-win for us both, at least for a while," said Amy. "Although awhile could be a long while if you wanted. Bob and I are struggling with the three youngest kids. Don't get me wrong, they're amazing and well-behaved and incredibly self-sufficient, but even with all their schoolwork they're not challenged. We let them do their own thing, but really feel like they would do even better and enjoy life more if they had someone that had the background to understand them and work with them. Live with them."

"Are you suggesting that would be my job? Move in with you? Be responsible for the kids?" I asked. It sounded amazing to me.

"Not physically responsible. That's Bob, me, and a lot of Elias. More intellectually and emotionally. I know your degree is in childhood development and I read your master's thesis. You clearly get the new world. Your minor is in childhood counseling and as smart as they are, they could use that coaching too," said Amy. "It's a big job with these three and you end up with Nan a lot too. She's their best friend. Luke is a little older and a little different but might even need the most attention. He's also 7 years old, which means a lot more happens. A lot more. Cassie could even use your help. She has some demons."

"I accept," I said. Amy laughed again.

"You don't want to think about it or know what it pays or anything else?" asked Amy.

"What does pay matter? You made me part of the inner circle. I don't pay for anything. Anyway, I know you'll be fair, and this is a dream job," I said. "I do warn you though, I'll probably end up in your bed with you and Bob a lot."

"If that was meant to scare us off, it failed," said Amy, with a big smile. With that she stood up and held out her hand. Oh, hell yes I took it. She led me outside and into a cart and we headed back to her house. Time with Amy was amazing. We walked into the living room and Bob was sitting on the couch, watching porn and jacking off. I hadn't been around much but even I'd seen him do it before. Sitting on each side of him were several people. On his left side were Caden and Caley, Julian's kids. Caden was closest to Bob and Bob was using his left hand to stroke Caden's cock and Caden was playing with Caley's clit. On the other side were Clive and Jolie, who I knew from London. Bob was using his other hand to stroke Clive's cock. Clive was stroking Bob's cock and playing with Jolie's clit.

Damn. Amy walked over, dropping her clothes as she went. It seemed like a good idea to me. She moved Clive's hand and sat right down on Bob's cock. That seemed like a good idea too, but Clive or Caden. Tough call. I knew Clive better, so Caden it was, but I'd sure let Clive fuck me too. I pushed Bob's hand out of the way and sat down on Caden's cock.

Caley rolled over and down on her knees and started licking us both. Wow. Just wow. Bob kept up his stroking of Clive, but Jolie wanted some, so she sat down on Clive's cock. None of us cared what was on the screen anymore. Bob went off first, then Clive, then Caden. Jolie and Caley both called cleanup.

Jolie took care of me first and damn if I didn't go off multiple times. We did it in a 69, of course, so she did too. I kind of lost track of what was going on at that point. I think I passed out briefly.

And I was going to live in this house. Wow.

Everyone but Bob drifted off and Amy led the two of us out to the jacuzzi. Then they welcomed me to the family.

And what a family it is.

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