23 September 2019

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Leslie builds a sub

Leslie here. I got the weirdest request for a meeting. Heather, Jenny, and Lawrence wanted to meet on Vino. I suppose it had something to do with the Navy, such as it was. I was meeting them there in 10. They'd told me to land at the port. Not the marina, the old port that was here when Dad bought the island. Weird but OK.

As I landed I saw something docked. Was that a sub? Not a submersible like Dad has. A real Navy sub. Did we own a sub?

I think the answer must be yes.

I went down the stairs to hugs from all three of them. I like that our military and scientists hug. I'll bet that's not true in most countries. Then again, we are not most countries.

"So does our Navy include a sub now?" I asked. They all looked at each other.

"Sort of," replied Jenny.

"How is sort of a legitimate answer to that question?" I said, with a laugh.

"Well it does but it is more for Lawrence to experiment with right now," said Jenny. "We bought it from the US. It is a retired Los Angeles class nuclear powered attack sub."

"The US sold us a nuclear powered sub," I said. "That's a bit surprising."

"We promised to dispose of the reactor since we didn't need it," said Lawrence.

"Of course. Why would our submarine need its power source?" I said. "Will we be pedaling or paddling?"

"While that would be good exercise, we replaced the powerplant with an ion generator and an ion drive," said Heather.

"That makes sense but how do we plan on disposing of a nuclear power plant?" I asked.

"Oh, that was easy," said Lawrence. Yeah he stopped there. He was just grinning.

"OK I'll bite. How will you dispose of it?" I said.

"Oh, we already did," said Lawrence. "We shot it into the sun."

"Of course, you did. How silly of me," I said.

"Actually, it was an important test. We've developed a modestly priced pod, by space standards, with an ion drive. It was designed to dispose of toxic waste by sending it into the sun. It is slow but works," said Lawrence. "We are proposing to use them for everything from reactor rods to nerve gas to nuclear weapons," said Lawrence. OK that was cool.

"So why am I here?" I asked. "That was fun and all but cut to the chase."

"We wanted to take you for a ride in our sub and then talk about our proposed next steps," said Heather. With that we all climbed onto the sub and went down the conning tower. Lawrence shared that the sub was as close to silent as you can be because the ion drive didn't disturb the water like a traditional propulsion system. He also shared that he had increased the top speed. While the published top speed was 25 knots the sub was capable of 30 to 33 knots in bursts. With the ion drive he set the top speed at 90 knots not because the drive couldn't push it faster but because the hull might not be able to take it. His calculations said the hull could handle 150 knots, so he was being conservative.

It was kind of cool but a bit claustrophobic. I didn't think a long assignment on a sub was in my future.

"We applied all our learning from the space station and moon station," said Lawrence. "Let's go into my office and I'll show you a simulation of what we are proposing to build."

We climbed out and I admit I was happy to be back on land or at least out of that tube. We took a cart up the hill to the office complex and went inside. Lawrence steered us into a small amphitheater and introduced us to a small team of people that were working on the project. Damn they were young. OK you probably laughed but they really were. I'll bet the average age was 9 or 10. Young.

"This started out as a school project to design something with the most creative use of ion technology that would benefit the kingdom," said Lawrence. "Aja and her team submitted their proposal and that led to us doing testing on the sub. We have tested all the major components but building a working full-size sub would be expensive. Before we go into that, let's have Aja do their pitch."

A young woman of 7 or 8 years old got up. I suppose that should have been weird, but it wasn't to me. It turned out she was 9, but small.

"We brainstormed a number of ideas focused on protection," said Aja. "We are aware that you have opened bases around the world and have vastly superior technology, but everything is out in the open and the whole world knows where everything is. They're also in fixed locations which both adds risk and means that you may have some distance to a problem that is not near one of your bases. Now the space planes are fast but still. So, we started by designing the next iteration of an aircraft carrier based on the assumption that all planes could take off vertically. The design worked and it was brutally fast, in simulation, but it was still visible. Let me show you."

She hit a button and a 3D hologram appeared in front of us. It was damn good tech because a good size ship was floating there, in full color, and looking quite solid. It was a gorgeous ship with sleek lines. She slowly had it rotate.

"This was our final design and it might still be worth building. However, we moved on to a variation of the design and we are quite pleased with it," said Aja. She hit another button and a new hologram appeared. It was hard to describe. It was sort of a ship, with a defined keel, but fully enclosed, like a submarine. It also had stubby wings coming out from two spots on each side. It was odd looking but remarkably graceful.

"We designed a multipurpose vehicle that would operate well in multiple environments. This configuration is underwater. It should be capable of speeds in excess of 400 knots, underwater, and be virtually silent," said Aja. She hit the button again and the top half of the ship folded back, and it looked remarkably like the first ship.

"This mode would be used on the surface. It would act as a carrier just as we described but could close up and navigate in stealth mode underwater," said Aja. She hit the button again. The top closed again but the stubby wings extended.

"This is traditional flight mode," said Aja. "It can navigate both in the atmosphere and in space. In the atmosphere we project speeds up to almost 20,000 knots. Outside the atmosphere, that should climb to north of 100,000. It can take off and land vertically." She hit the button and feet popped out. I don't know how else to describe it. Then she retracted the feet and opened the top but with the wings out.

"In this mode it can launch and retrieve aircraft while on the ground, hovering in the atmosphere or in space," said Aja.

Damn. This was freaking cool. Take the Avengers aircraft carrier that flies and make it better. Much better.

"OK, I want one for sure," I said. "But I have no concept of scale. How long is it?"

Aja looked at Lawrence and he just smiled.

"We designed several variations, but this model had the most flexibility," said Aja. "Let me show it to you with planes on the deck." She hit the button and little things popped up all over. Wait. Little things? I stood up and got closer.

"Holy shit. Are those C-80 transports?" I said, pointing at the larger objects. There were tons of them. "How big is this?"

"This model is 1,500 meters long by 200 meters wide," said Aja.

I just stared at her. I'm sure the look on my face was shock.

"1,500 meters. About a mile long by a block wide," I said. Aja clearly had to think for a moment.

"I've never used those measurements but yes, I think that's right," said Aja.

A mile. A freaking mile.

I had to ask some questions.

"How many people can it hold, how many planes can it hold, what other weapons can does it have, how long to build it, and what does it cost?" I asked.

"From 1 to 40,000 people, there is no simple answer but hundreds of planes, a wide variety of weapons including a new ion laser that a classmate invented, about $30 billion give or take," said Aja.

"OK let's walk through that. You can build one of these for only $30 billion? That's ridiculously low," I said.

"We are pretty confident. It is all based on tech that was designed and built here and is built in modules. In fact, it is kind of a Lego ship with a shell and then hundreds of configurations that can be changed easily. Everything from crews' quarters to luxury suites to cargo. Let's assume you configure it for 20,000 passengers for a vacation to the moon, which it can easily do. Perhaps you include a trip into the Marinas trench which it can also do. Charge $100K per passenger. That's $2 billion in revenue per trip. Let's say it costs you half of that in expenses, which it wouldn't, after 30 trips you have paid for it. We actually suggest doing just that. Build one and deploy it. Then keep building them and as they go online do a year of weeklong cruises then redeploy it to defense and use the next one," said Aja. "The design would support a trip to Mars pretty easily. It's not like you'd run out of provisions if you loaded it up. We even designed a farm module. We even think we can build it pretty quietly. The defense system over this island blocks satellites. We take it out at night and dive and are careful about when and where we surface and the first one would be a complete secret."

"OK back to an ion laser," I said. Aja handed the pointer to a young man of maybe 11 years old. He said his name was Rollo.

"Basically, a big ion gun but it could be configured to do many things. Focused it would destroy anything it hit and has a range that would hit the moon. Modulated it would push away anything it hits. We might actually make Lawrence's sun pods obsolete before he builds them. We should be able to push things into the sun. We thought we would start first with space junk. We can clean entire sectors," said Rollo. "We just aim it towards the sun and can clear out a huge swath and it would get everything down to the microscopic level."

"Did the $30 billion include the ion gun?" I asked.

"Yes. Four per ship. They're actually required as aimed down they're used to land the ship," said Rollo. Cool. Too cool.

"When?" I asked.

"Four to six months from go," said Aja.

"What? How can that be? The F-35 took years. An aircraft carrier can take ten years. Six months?" I said. OK almost screamed.

"It's modular," said Aja. "That is based on a lot of teams and an investment in manufacturing facilities and people but that's factored into the price. The price is based on your building three. If you build more, the price per is cheaper. It is also cheaper if you build them bigger. They're more but not compared to the increase in size."

Bigger. She just said bigger than a mile long and a block wide. Oh, I had to ask.

"How big?" I asked. Aja laughed.

"We have configured multiple sizes. We chose this one because it seemed like the edge of, well, believable. We could build it as small as 400 meters, but it wouldn't be very useful. The size we proposed is a critical mass. A small city. Pretty self-contained and it has a decent ecosystem and can be self-sustaining. It could be an escape pod in a catastrophe," said Aja.

An escape pod. Holy shit.

"The next most efficient size is 5,000 meters long by 1,000 meters wide and roughly 1,000 meters tall," said Aja. "But that's a $200 billion investment."

Over three miles long, with a height and width of two-thirds of a mile. Wow.

"That's pretty big," I said.

"Well yes," said Aja.

"Have you built a model? Tested it in any way or is this all theory?" I asked. With that, Aja headed towards the door and everyone followed her. OK I was game. She led us to carts and then across the campus to the biggest hanger. We drove in and damned if there wasn't one in the hanger. It was about the size of the 131.

"It is an unmanned model, with everything scaled down from our proposal. It didn't have to be, but it let us figure out and solve a lot of problems. It has been to the bottom of the Marinas trench and landed on the moon," said Aja. Of course, it has.

"When does it head to Mars?" I asked. "And how long would it take?"

"Tomorrow," said Aja. "We are finalizing the math and trajectory. It will land in 14 days."

"14 days. It is supposed to take months if not years," I said.

"It is pretty fast once it gets going," said Aja.

"So, in six months I can have my mile long ship and a few weeks later I can land it on Mars," I said.

"Yeah," said Aja.

"Build it," I said. "Let's get one or two of the 1,500 meter ones built and the discuss a bigger one."

"That's it?" asked Lawrence. "You don't need the council?"

"Nope and let's keep this quiet. People building components don't need to know about it. Let's keep it in this room," I said. With that we were done.

OK, done with the meeting. I wanted to get to know Aja, Rollo, and their team better. Oh, I meant lunch.

To start.

We had lunch and the team, which was 5 total, was wicked. Wicked smart. Wicked snarky. Just wicked. Aja sat next to me and so did Rollo. I spent most of lunch with one of both of them having a hand resting on my leg. Yeah, I was cool with that. As lunch wound down, I turned to my right and gave Aja a kiss. Oh, it was one hell of a kiss. She took the opportunity to squeeze my breast. Yeah, that's good. I turned and Rollo was smiling and clearly expecting his kiss.

Oh, he got a kiss. He didn't go for the tit grope though. He stroked my pussy and found my clit through my romper. I managed to have a small cum during the kiss. When I came up for air, the other three kids were giving me huge grins.

I invited them all back to my house for the afternoon and, of course, included Lawrence, Heather, and Jenny. Wouldn't you? The other three kids started with 11-year-old Xita, who was both brilliant and adorable. Think a Spanish Carlina. Then there was 10-year-old Ledna, who was younger than I expected given his size. He was a big boy. I commented on that and he responded that he was big everywhere. OK, I was going to explore that. The last team member was 9-year-old Kiku, a lovely Japanese girl. She might only be 9, but she had glorious puffies pushing out her t-shirt. I was going to suck on those puffies.

And I did.

We got back to my house and before we were even in the door the kids were all naked. Two of them had stripped in the car.

Oh, how handy. Our caretakers, Paola and Roberto, were there with their kids Vinny and Izzy. This afternoon was going to be legendary.

We were all quickly naked. That's kind of a thing with us. We went into the living room and first we sat and chatted. I really wanted to get to know this team better. They were all clearly brilliant, but that's kind of a given. We talked about their families, their aspirations, just a good open conversation getting to know each other. I think Xita was getting restless though. She talked over, got on her knees, and pushed my legs apart.

"May I?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I agreed. She is truly adorable, and her skills were impressive. She started by just opening me up and exploring. First one finger, then she added her tongue, then a second finger. Ledna came over and offered me his cock. Yes, big all over. This 10-year-old had a thick 7-inch (18 cm) cock. Uncut. Oh hell yes, I deep throated him. Xita got me up and over several times until I pushed her away. I pulled Ledna down and he got between my knees too, but not to go down on me. He pushed my legs up and over his shoulders and slid that monster right in. Oh hell, he was pounding me. Hard. I think our conversation fell apart at that point. I looked around and Vinny was making love to Aja. Lawrence was getting a blowjob from Rollo. Lawrence was on the floor and Rollo slid right up and down onto Lawrence's cock. Nice. Kiku was going down on Heather, to Heather's delight. I lost track at that point because I had a massive orgasm. Ledna pulled out and just covered me with cum. A lot of cum. That sort of broke up some activity because the whole group descended on me for cleanup.

Hot damn. We ended up spending the entire afternoon just going at it. Paola and Roberto dropped out a little early to make dinner but not before Roberto fucked me. So did Vinny. Then again, so did Lawrence and Rollo.

OK, everyone played with me. That was fun.

Dinner was special too. Suck a great group of friends, new and old. Oops, typo. Such a group. Well, suck a group worked too. I ended up in bed with Kiku and Vinny. I was good with that. Oh my. You probably think I brought them over just to take advantage of them. Yes, eventually, but we really did get to know each other well. I'll show you.

Xita's area of expertise is farming and she is an acknowledged expert in her area. On her down time, she plays Barbie's with her younger sister. Xita also likes a medium length, thin cock in her ass.

Kiku is a graphics and software expert. She invented the tech that did the 3D model of the ship. Her modeling software was going to rock the CAD industry. She was our next unicorn. Personally worth more than a billion. Now that she has developed her glorious puffies, Kiku collects lingerie. She also likes to model it for friends and family. I've asked her to model it in a photo shoot and she has already agreed. Kiku is particularly fond of DP and prefers the larger cock in her ass. To each their own, ass cock-wise.

Ledna is the lead pod architect. He ensures that they're designed well, efficiently use the space, and are self-contained. Each pod can survive all the environments by themselves and work at least as a giant dinghy where someone comes to save you. He races dirt bikes in his spare time. He loves the Golden arches, both to fuck and be fucked. He prefers women but loves a good cock in his ass. He does not discriminate on cock size. Ledna is an open-minded boy.

Rollo. I can't forget Rollo. He designed the ion-gun and even showed me a working prototype of a disruptor. A Phaser. Call it what you want, but you could dial it from stun to kill just like on the TV show. He showed me that on kill it vaporized whatever it was pointed at. Just gone. He vaporized a lamp. Lawrence reminded him that his lamp budget was out of control and he needed to stop doing that. It sounded like familiar bickering. I think Rollo vaporized a lot of lamps. Rollo was a little over focused and his hobbies were all his work. Rollo is an open-minded boy and likes just about anything with just about anyone. I think that was a little bravado, because he blushed when he said it. He'd had to work up the courage to talk to me, so I was going with bravado. He did admit that his fantasy was tits and a cock. I couldn't blame him for that one.

I left Aja for last. Clearly the leader of this amazing team. They were all so different, but all focused and energized and they clearly took their lead, and their energy, from Aja. She is just a natural leader and fun to watch. Fun too. Very, very fun. Skilled. We'll go with skilled. She comes from a military family and plans on entering the military after she gets her second doctorate, which should be soon. Of course, she's nine! She should have her second doctorate by now, right? I am so enthralled by Aja that I forgot to ask her favorite sexual position. I walked past her as everyone was headed to bed and she leaned over for a whisper.

"Golden Arches with a thick double-ended dildo", said Aja. "You forgot to ask me. You asked everyone else."

Well, I liked that position too. Feel free to imagine us together. It's quite a visual. Oh, Aja. I ended up in bed with Vinnie, Kiku, and Aja. Yeah, while Aja and I pounded each other in the Golden arches, so did Vinny and Kiku. We did end up finding a dry bed.

Did I mention that Rollo spent the night with Remei? She just happened to drop by. Purely a coincidence, particularly given that Remei's hobby focused on initiating new people to the tits and a cock experience.

No, seriously, she calls it the tits and a cock experience. Her italics not mine. They were cute together.

Such a nice gloryhole

Heather here. H2. Remember? School teacher?

I was having so much fun teaching these kids. Let loose and challenged, they were simply incredible. Powerful. Brilliant.

What I was struggling with was rewards. Let's face it, when you're a kid with unlimited sex, what's left? I mean seriously. Most of them spent recess time fucking. And sucking. And other things. I learned something new every day to take home to H1. She liked it.

So, one pleasant Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in a booth at the town gloryhole, sucking a cock, when it came to me.

Did you catch that last sentence? The gloryholes were such a success and so much fun. Yes, I used both sides. Sometimes I needed an anonymous fuck. Sometimes I needed to lick a pussy or suck a cock. It was relaxing and comforting and fun.

So yes, I often signed up to be on the receiver side of the booth. Which is when it came to me. I loved to be on this side of the booth. Everyone I know did. It was so popular that there was a waiting list to get to do it. It took forever to get a turn. Now there was a priority system that rewards skill -- and I had skill -- but it still wasn't frequent enough and I'd heard many of the students complaining.

So, I had one built. Just a single booth to start. We had seven periods in our day, and some classes were out for recess or study hall in each of the seven. So, we came up with a program to have seven students of the day that each got a reward of going to the gloryhole.

On the receiver side. They could suck, lick, get fucked, pretty much anything they wanted. We had to setup a lottery for the other side of the booth, because everyone wanted their chance. Oh, I'd build more booths.

We did keep track so the same students couldn't win every day.

Let me give you an example. Little Isi. Incredibly smart, socially awkward, 9 years old. Common at this age, particularly when you're smarter than the smart kids in your class. As far as I knew, she wasn't sexually active. We talked about it a lot, and she really wanted to be, but didn't believe any of the other boys or girls had an interest. They'd all sensed her reluctance and had given her space, which kind of proved her point, to herself. It just wasn't true. Every kid in her class would head off to the wrestling room with her in a heartbeat, and some have invited her, but she had not gone. Now she wasn't a virgin, as I had discussed the situation, with her permission, with her family. She had an 11-year-old brother Vin and they were very close. Very close. He was almost as awkward! Once I met her parents, I understood. Both were autistic but making incredible progress in our accepting society.

Back to the topic. Isi had won student of the day that first week. She wanted to do it too. I was stunned, but it made sense. The anonymity would be incredible for her. There was no way I was having her go first, but she was winning in the first week. We had a companion program that after they enjoyed the booth, everyone anonymously rated the experience. None of that information was made public, but on Friday, the highest scoring students for the week got another turn in the booth. It was a compliment and we knew it would be valued.

Today was Wednesday, of the first week, and third period was Isi's time in the booth. I walked her down and she was almost bouncing with excitement. This was so positive. I opened the booth for her and helped her undress. She was so damn adorable. What I'd call curvy, or maybe a little baby fat, but perfect, simply perfect, for a 9 year old. I politely asked her if she'd like me to go down on her to help her get ready. She looked shocked.

"You'd do that for me?" she said. "A teacher? Do they make you?" Oh boy. Time to clear things up.

"Isi. No one forces anyone to do anything ever. You know that. I would love the opportunity to do that for you here and now, or anywhere of your choosing. You're welcome to come spend the night with me and we can pleasure each other all night, with or without my wife. You're everything. You're smart, funny, and adorable. You don't realize it yet, but the rest of us do. There is not a single student or teacher in this whole school that would turn down an invitation from you. Not one. I know you don't believe that yet, but you will. Trust me," I said. Everything I said was true. Not one. She got a confused look and was clearly wanted to say something but couldn't spit it out.

"Isi. Just say it. It's the first step," I said.

"Yes, please get me off," she said. Alright! A great first step. I'd allowed time for this, so I had her lay down on the mat. The gloryhole booth was in a wrestling room, so, padded floor. I put my absolute best efforts into it and got squirted on. A lot. I'd have to change my clothes a lot.

"I've never squirted before! That's so cool," said Isi. Yes, it is. It was time, so I helped her into the booth but reminded her she could close the hole at any time and stop. She was excited. She wasn't stopping. It was my free period, and she'd asked if I'd stay and watch through her window to make sure she was OK. Of course, I would. The bell rang and moments later the first person entered the other side. A cock snaked through the hole. OK, a decent, hard 4 incher and a little thin. A good starter cock. Oh shit. Isi had skills. She had him in her throat in seconds. Her hands were working his balls and she was bobbing up and down. He wasn't going to last.

And he didn't. She pulled off and took his load on her nipples, laughing. Damn, she loved this. The cock withdrew and was immediately replaced with another. They must be crowding the booth to not waste time. This was a BIG cock. Either a teacher or an older student. Easily 9 inches, thick, and uncut.

It didn't slow Isi down. She had it in her mouth in a heartbeat. ALL the way in her mouth. Deepthroat in her mouth. This girl had skills and she used them. He didn't last long either, and yes, she took the load on her little nipple bumps. She was liking it.

Then she did something that surprised me. The next cock came through. Average size, maybe 6 inches, and thinner. Black and uncut. I knew that cock but couldn't remember the owner. Maybe I'd seen it at the gloryhole in town. What surprised me was when Isi stood up, turned around, and backed right on to that cock. I could hear him moan from here. She was fast and rough, just pounding him. She took that load without pulling off. Two on her nipples, one inside. I watched for the rest of the hour and she might have held the most cocks to cum in an hour record. She was really good at this. She alternated sucking and fucking, and I lost count, but I'd say twenty or twenty five loads, at least ten in her pussy. Finally, time was up, and she closed the gloryhole and opened the door. She was a mess. Her hair was soaked with cum. It was on her face and every other part of her body. It was dripping out from inside her. I asked if I could take a picture to share with her parents and she proudly posed. Then she surprised me again. She picked up her clothes and headed towards the door. Naked and dripping.

Unorthodox, but I wasn't stopping her. She walked proudly down the hall, chest puffed out, past all the kids changing classes. She got a lot of stares, even more smiles, and even some thumbs up. One boy stood right in front of her and she stopped. He leaned over and licked the cum off her nipple, then kissed her, and walked on. I've never seen her smile like that. Particularly given he was probably sixteen or so.

She happened to have my class next, so she walked right in, sticky and cum covered. I mean her hair looked like she'd been in the shower. She marched to the head of the class. Everyone focused on her.

"Anybody want to go fuck me?" she declared. Every hand in the class shot up. Every one. Boys and girls. They wanted Isi. Bad. I just waved to everyone and headed out to an empty wrestling room. I was willing to give up a class period for her. We spent another hour with her satisfying as many kids as possible. Given there were 22 kids in the class, she worked hard. She had a girl under her and a cock in her for the entire time, still insisting they cum in her or on her. Finally, the class was over. The kids headed towards the showers, but not Isi.

She just pulled her shorts and t-shirt on. Over the cum. She wore it proudly for the rest of the day. She swung back into my room at the end of school and showed me her phone. She had over 300 new contact names and numbers. 300!

Go Isi.

I think I can declare the gloryhole a success. It truly changed her. She started sitting with a group of kids, kind of the school leaders. They welcomed her. Other kids sought her out. I overheard her giving advice to a little boy who was just as shy as she was.

"Go for it. I was so wrong. If you want to ask her out, do it. She might say no, but she might say yes," said Isi. The boy, who was an adorable 8 year old, got up, stood ramrod straight and walked across the lunchroom. He approached the most desirable girl in the school. No, seriously. 15 years old. Head cheerleader. Gymnast. Violin virtuoso. Perfect SATs. Tall, leggy, and luscious B cups. I couldn't see what he said, but after a moment she stood up and took his hand and they headed towards the wrestling room.

Damn. I love it when a plan comes together.

One last thing. Isi was back in the booth on Friday. Highest ratings in the school. No one else was close. Then she spent the weekend with us. She brought along her brother Vin.

We never left the bedroom. Had food delivered to the bedroom.

Never. Left.

Those kids had skills.

Monday was so cool. Vin joined Isi and her new friends for lunch. They welcomed him. No one said a word, just opened up a spot for him. I looked over and they were all laughing, and he was smiling.

I think he'd told a joke. Vin. Who barely spoke in class.

This place is special. Yeah, they're all smart, but I'm confident that the sex played a positive part, especially in their self-esteem. Exhibit 1 - Isi. Exhibit 2 - Vin.

Bob's latest house wasn't on Zillow

Bob here.

I'd been working with Lawrence a lot, now that I had my space station. OK, I cannot stop laughing that I have my own personal space station and it is freaking amazing.

My question to Lawrence was if the same technology could be adapted for underwater projects. It made sense, at least to me, that the rigors of the ocean were in many ways similar to the rigors of space. Everything had to be self-contained and safe.

Lawrence really got into it. He pointed out the advantage of having access to water. Given the power generated by even a small ion generator, desalinating water was simple, and even cracking it into oxygen and hydrogen was possible, but that had dangers associated with it. He and his team worked on it and it didn't take them long to build a self-contained unit. They'd had it underwater, off Vino, for quite a while. It had been empty at first, to ensure it worked, but recently they'd had a number of people living in it. The docking mechanism was simple, and it was easy to transfer from a small submersible into the habitat and back. They actually designed it first to use the same sub manufacturer that we'd bought, since they were available in multiple sizes. They'd built it, at first, around the U-Worx C-researcher 3-2500. The 2500 is meters. 2.5 kilometers. 8,202 feet. Over a mile and a half deep.

Now Lawrence being Lawrence, he wildly overengineered the pod to go as deep as there was water on the earth. It also had some maneuverability, including the ability to drive itself back to the surface. We both saw huge value in a modestly expensive way to live under the sea. Manufacturing and mining could be revolutionized, just like we were in space.

Yes, we kept making more money.

Right now, we were off to Australia to meet with the scientists at James Cook University Townsville in Queensland, Australia. Why you ask? Because their ARC center of Excellence for reef studies was the premier program for monitoring coral reefs. Given they Great Barrier reef was right off Queensland, and suffering incalculable damage, it seemed like we might have something to offer. By housing people in our habitats, they would be able to study the issues for months, without ever having to decompress. Lawrence designed a pod with a moon pool, which basically let you dive into the pool and swim under the habitat. Search for moon pool and it will make sense.

We were going to offer to build them a small village of habitats, as a donation. Now I did want something in return, but I thought it was a reasonable ask. I wanted my own habitat in their village. That's all. Given the cost of manufacturing, delivering them, and maintaining them, all of which we were going to provide, I was going to be shocked if they said no. It's always a chance, but...

We were on our way in an E-82. You know, space capable business jet. We hadn't sold one yet. Oh, we were making them, we just kept giving them out to friends and family. Maybe we should sell a few. Mary Lou was with us, because, well, OK, we just liked Mary Lou and she wanted seat time. Yes, she had made her way through every plane we put her in at near record pace. She's also incredibly organized and had worked with the university to arrange all the meetings. I was confident that they were going to be surprised that she was 11 years old. On the phone she is so mature that you assume she's a 30-year-old woman.

Dionysus does provide for a level of maturity, but you knew that.

She had even arranged permission to land at the ARC center, and she landed us flawlessly. Lawrence and I hadn't even gone into the cockpit, although I suppose we should have, technically. She dropped the stairs and a crowd was around. It always happened when we landed in a public place. Mary Lou led us to the administration building because, well, she knew where it was. Lawrence and I just followed her like big puppies. It didn't matter who it was, from Morgan, to Orlando, to Jessica, I found myself following brilliant young people a lot and I was just flat OK with that.

We were meeting with the director of the center and the chief scientist. Let's face it, when Mary Lou said I wanted to meet with them personally, it is not like they were going to turn down the meeting. Any anonymity for us was long gone. Landing in our space plane might have been a part of that. We were escorted directly into a conference room and all did the introductions and sat down. Mary Lou pulled out a bound presentation deck because Mary Lou had created a bound presentation. I would have just chatted, but I loved her organization. She leaned over to me.

"It's not PowerPoint," she said. That's good. I would have had to do a citizen's arrest. I outlawed PowerPoint.

"Do you want to walk through it Bob, or should I run with it?" asked Mary Lou. I just nodded. Why did I even come? Oh, yeah, I wanted a pod. Mary Lou ran through the entire pitch about the pods, the moon pools, our interest in providing and funding them, and an outstanding conclusion. They asked what we wanted in return, and that's when Mary Lou passed it to me. OK, I get that.

"Actually, we do have an ask, but we think it is pretty simple," I said. "We want our family to have a habitat in the village. We'd use it personally, at our discretion, using our sub. Basically we want to be able to come and go and swim the reef at our discretion, but with your guidance on anything we could or couldn't do. We would also be open to letting you use the pod, with appropriate scheduling, as a VIP destination. In other words, you could let your best donors spend time under water in the habitat. Other than that, everything is on us. We understand the critical nature of your research."

Oh, their eyes lit up at the VIP/donor part.

"How often do you anticipate that you would be in residence in your habitat?" asked the director.

"I have no idea," I said, honestly. "It would be available to a fairly large group of our friends, many of whom would share it, given it is designed with eight bedrooms. We suspect at first, it would be pretty booked, but that would taper off over time. But we would work with you on that. If it becomes overused by us, we'll drop another VIP pod dedicated to your use."

"Are you sure the technology is viable?" asked the chief scientist. I passed that to Lawrence, and he went through the process of testing through which the habitats had been run.

"You're saying that they're capable of depths over 10,000 meters?" asked the director.

"They're designed for depths deeper than exist on the planet," said Lawrence. "Better safe."

"How are they powered?" said the scientist. Lawrence explained the ion power systems. They were clearly getting excited.

"When could you have the first habitat established?" asked the director.

"We would want to work with you on placement, but that's the determining factor for timing. We can have the pods delivered over the next few days. The construction is complete, and they're designed to fit inside a C-80," said Lawrence. "We could drop the first pod underwater tomorrow if you knew where. The process is simple. The plane lands and they're lifted by crane onto a flatbed semi. They're driven to the port and are lifted into the water. A tug tows them into position and the ballast is flooded and they sink. They're navigable for a modest distance to properly position them. When you're done with them, you blow the ballast tanks and tow them away. Pretty simple. We've tested the installation and removal repeatedly, in water up to 5,000 meters."

"That's fucking cool," said the director. "Oh, sorry."

"That's OK," said Mary Lou. "I'm quite familiar with the word." Oh, that got her a quite different look. Well, she is damn cute, and little did they know...

"We're in, for sure," said the director. "We'll have to issue permits and make arrangements and we'd suggest you meet with our team to determine the optimal location. If you could have the first habitats here in a week, that would work." Lawrence promised he would and that he would return to supervise their placement. I said I would come too, mostly because I wanted to try out my new house. Amy wasn't coming, ever. Living underwater was likely never to be her thing. I got that. She liked the space station, but not underwater. Everybody had their thing.

"It seems like that wraps it up. I'll be in contact to make the arrangements for the next steps," said Mary Lou, while giving each of them her business card. We have business cards? Do I need a business card? Do Kings have business cards? I'd talk to Mary Lou about it.

"We have reservations at The Pier for lunch, if the two of you would like to join us. I made the reservations for five," said Mary Lou. Of course, she did. We rode with them and had a glorious lunch overlooking the water. If Mary Lou picked it, I expected it to be amazing. It had actually been a long day, with the time zones we were through, so Mary Lou had arranged for us to stay at The Ville casino. She'd arranged a two-bedroom apartment. It wasn't fancy, but it worked well for us. We went to the hotel and took naps to reset our internal clocks. Yes, just naps. We woke up in time for dinner. Mary Lou had arranged a table at A Taste of Salt and had insisted that we pack business attire. You know suits. Lawrence and I dressed up well, but Mary Lou was a revelation. She didn't look like an 11-year-old. She looked like a small adult. She is tall for her age, at least five feet, and I'm pretty sure she padded the top of her dress, but more power to her. Oh, got it. She wanted to gamble. She was going for 18.

She pulled it off. That's why she wanted us to dress up.

We got back to the hotel and were quite refreshed, given our nap. I won't even try to figure out the time zones. I just let Mary Lou tell me what to do. She led us straight into the casino and shared that we already had markers arranged for $20 million apiece. I guess her sights were pretty high.

"I'm off to baccarat table. It's the best odds and I've been studying," said Mary Lou. Lawrence and I looked at each other and just followed her. Wouldn't you? We entered a special room, which was clearly marked as for high rollers and a man came right over to her.

"You must be Mary Lou," he said. She nodded and introduced us but just by first name. He led her directly to a table. We passed tables marked as $1,000 and $10,000 minimum bets to a table marked no limit. Mary Lou didn't do anything small. She climbed on to the only open stool. There is no way anyone would believe she was underage, and it wasn't just the look. It was the way she carried herself. The waitress asked her if she wanted anything and I heard her ask for a glass of one of our wines. The waitress told her those were not provided, and Mary Lou assured her it was not a problem. It wasn't, but it still made me want to laugh. She asked for a million in chips, which was a surprisingly small pile, given the chips were each $10,000. Australian dollars, but still. She threw in what I was guessing was an ante of a single of her chips. The game started and given I knew nothing about it, I couldn't follow, but she was clearly an aggressive bettor and bluffed hard. I couldn't see any tell, but at least three of the other players had big tells and I know she caught it. Her pile of chips continued to grow, and it wasn't long before she cashed back in her original stake and was playing on her profits. Her wine came and she just sipped at it. I think it was more for show, but it worked. We watched for a solid 90 minutes and the other players at the table rotated, but she kept winning. When she had enough, she'd push another million to the dealer, and took a marker. She was up over $4 million now, and there were at least two pit bosses watching. One came over and stood next to us.

"She's quite good at this, isn't she?" he said. We just agreed she was. "I'm trying to catch her edge counting, but I honestly don't think she is. She's catching the other players' tells quickly and bluffing the hell out of them. She's paying attention to their stake too and pushing them over. Repeatedly. I've never seen anyone anywhere near this good. How long has she been playing?" We just smiled and didn't answer. It's not like we could tell him that it was her first time in a casino because she was 11 years old. Just then she took her stake and stood up and the pit boss introduced himself and repeated the question. She just gave him an enigmatic smile.

Well done, Mary Lou, well done. We played a lot of other games for a couple hours and Lawrence and I were both down over a million, but Mary Lou had the Midas touch and won every game she played. By the end of the evening, she was up $35 million.

This wasn't going to end well. For that much money, they were going to research her. I mentioned it to her, and she laughed.

"I know. I'll deal with it," she said. Just then, the pit boss and someone who was clearly a bigger boss came up to us.

"Miss, we need to see some ID," said the new man.

"Oh, I don't think so," said Mary Lou. Lawrence and I were smart enough to keep quiet.

"We have reason to believe you're an underage gambler," he said.

"Well, you feel free to believe that," said Mary Lou. You could sense he was getting frustrated. Before he could respond, she continued.

"Listen, I understand your concern and if you could prove it, you would certainly have a problem," she said. "It's your responsibility to prevent underage players from gambling and the fines are pretty stiff. So, if I was underage, and I am not saying I am, then you would be in a nightmare situation. You could get fined, and if you try to take my winnings away, you would have to explain how that would work since you allowed me to gamble. The statute fines you but has absolutely no provision for the minor losing their winnings. So, the only outcome is a lose for you. If I was underage."

I thought his head was going to blow off.

"But I have a solution that I believe would work for all of us," said Mary Lou. "I'd like to continue gambling in your fine establishment. On nights I lose, I lose, and no one gets hurt. On nights I win, I will agree to donate 100% of my winnings to the JCU ARC center. I'm sure you're familiar with their fine work. Right now, I'm up a little over $35 million. Instead of paying me, cut me a check made out to the ARC from the casino. You can even schedule a press conference that an anonymous customer had allowed the casino to donate their winnings. I stay in the background and have fun and you get $35 million of positive press for money that would have just walked out the door."

He thought about it for a minute. You could tell he was conflicted, because it was a lot of money, but she had won it fairly and they knew it.

"We agree to the donation, but will be banning you from the casino," he said.

"Nope. You won't. Because if you do, I hold my own press conference and it won't go well for you. Are you aware of my companion?" she said, nodding to me. I just gave him a smile. What else could I do?

"We have not met, but plan on banning them too," he said. I'm not sure that he appreciated that she actually laughed at that.

"Really. You're going to ban the richest man in the world that is the King of Dionysus," she said. "Let's just see how that goes." I smiled at him again.

Oh, he got flustered. Really flustered. It was time for me to jump in.

"How about this," I said. "I'll cover half her winnings, every time. She wins $25 million, you donate $12.5 million and I do too." That perked them up. They didn't realize though that she would win every single time. She could own the casino if she wanted. OK, that wasn't clear. I meant she could own it through her winnings. Of course, she could have just bought it and changed the rules but that wasn't as much fun for her.

He thought about it for a while and smiled.

"I'm guessing you anticipated this conversation and had your speech planned?" he said. "We agree to your proposal and will write it up for signature, although I don't think you're old enough to sign."

"She is a legal adult," I said. I just left it at that. She was, of course.

We got it all worked out and headed up to our little apartment. Mary Lou was seriously wired, both from winning at the tables and winning against the casino manager. So, what do people from Dionysus do when their wired?

Oh, you know.

She damn near tore our clothes off, expensive suits or not. She wanted us both. She stripped in a flash and damn she was cute. She handed a bottle of lube to Lawrence and pushed me back on the bed. She climbed right on and didn't wait but lowered herself down on me. Then she leaned over on to my chest.

Oh. That's what the lube was for. Lawrence caught on and got her ready and gently slid in. We worked out a rhythm and slid in and out of her, to considerable moaning from her. I managed to work on her clit and her nipples, and she exploded. It didn't slow her down and she kept going over and finally neither one of us could take it and both filled her up. It had been a while, given the long trip, and she was full in both spots. She hopped up and before she could do cleanup, she pulled on her panties.

"Squish, squish," she said. "It will be good luck." She pulled her dress over her head and was heading back to the casino. We weren't tired either, so we followed her out. She headed right back to the baccarat tables and bet even bigger. My guess is they might regret the agreement they signed. We were there for a while and a crowd formed.

"Damn, she's amazing," said the guy next to me. "I'm surprised they're allowing an underage player, but she is freaking good." I looked at him closely. He was mid-thirties and good looking and was clearly with the woman next to him who was spilling out of what was obviously couture. She was as stunning as he was.

"What makes you say she's underage?" I asked.

"Oh, we appreciate a good looking young woman," said the woman. "Really appreciate." Then she hit me with a megawatt smile. I'm pretty sure Mary Lou heard it all, because the next time she looked at me, she winked. Could we? Should we? We'll see how it goes.

Finally, Mary Lou had enough. Or she was horny. Or both. She worked out the financials and stood up. She walked up to the new couple and offered a hand to each of them.

Oh, they took it. She led them off and Lawrence and I followed, ever the puppies. That didn't seem to surprise them, so they had figured out we were with her. She led us right into the room. We did take time to do introductions. They were Egyptian and knew who I was and all about Dionysus.

Well wasn't that handy. I surreptitiously looked them up in the app and thankfully they were cleared. I loved the new app.

He was Paki and she was Ramia and let me tell you they looked better naked than dressed. Well, not everyone does. All five of us were naked in a flash. I deferred to Lawrence and he was fucking Ramia while Paki fucked Mary Lou. Paki waved me over and started blowing me. Well that was nice. I didn't last and ended up cumming all over Mary Lou and Paki, which pushed him over and he added his load to Mary Lou. Lawrence pulled out and added his load to Mary Lou. We didn't even have to discuss cleanup. Paki and Ramia dove right in. Lawrence and I just watched and finally Mary Lou had to make them stop.

We liked new friends. They went off to their room and the three of us finally fell asleep. No, not in the wet spot. In the other room. Why have a two-bedroom suite if you don't use both rooms?

Morning was fun too, then we headed home. We'd be back.

Swimming, running, biking

Orlando here. Damn I need to post more.

And this one isn't even going to be sex-filled. Well, not completely.

We were back in Chicago at our home in Lincoln Park. Seriously, I think we've been here twice. The first time was when we competed in the Chicago Triathlon. Pari uses it all the time and it is a popular destination for friends, although not as much in the winter.

Guess why we were back. Guess.

One big difference. Morgan and I were competing as the reigning Olympic champions. We had targets on our back. We don't talk about it much, but we've continued our training. It's been fierce. Really fierce. It's harder for Morgan, since she travels a lot, but we both have full-time coaches now. They're competitors too. In fact, I'd be surprised if they weren't our toughest competitors. After all, they follow our program too.

We've been doing all our water training in the Mediterranean, not in the pool. Waves. It makes such a difference to be able to do it in a setting similar to what the real event will be like. We run as much as we can, but what we do the most is bike. It's great all-around exercise and riding around the islands is so beautiful. We do a lot of training on the mountain. 2,500 feet doesn't sound like much of a mountain until you're doing it on a bike.

Going up.

I've been getting pressure to compete in cycling events too. Maybe, but for this weekend, it's a triathlon.

I guess I should introduce our coaches. This was a rare case where gender matters. It wouldn't make sense for me to train with a woman or for Morgan to train with a man. We had to be better matched than that.

My coach was Gerald. Not Jerry or Gerry. Gerald. A German task master. A touch over six feet, muscular, just an incredible body. It makes sense, given his level of exercise. Those damn abs.

OK, my abs were just as good.

Now we didn't allow sex with the coaches, so I can't describe more.

Yeah, I didn't sell that, did I. 6 inches, thin, and cut. The perfect ass cock. Uh huh.

Morgan's coach was Anja. Anja was Russian. Morgan's Russian coach made my German coach look like a Teddy Bear. She was tough. Honestly, she had to be. Morgan's life was busy and complicated compared to mine. Anja often traveled with Morgan. I'm pretty sure Sophia and Morgan liked that. Anja was about 5'7", incredibly muscular, with smallish A cup breasts. Not weightlifter freaky muscular, but very visibly ripped. Simply freaking stunning.

Did I mention Gerald and Anja were dating? They spent so much time together, it made sense. Sometimes all three of us traveled with Morgan to continue our workouts.

In and out of bed. Sophia was always welcome too. Sophia wasn't training at the same level but did a lot with us. She did all the runs, and most of the cycling. She didn't swim quite as much. We've been pushing her to compete, but she hadn't felt like she was ready.

We'd finally won her over and she was competing this weekend. Yay!

We were the only family members that were. It's not that the others weren't in shape, but they didn't have the passion we did. They still competed in marathons, so it's not like they were fat and lazy. They just focused on running.

We did have a cheering section though. We'd brought the two foursomes. Ruby, with Tomas, Tavi, and Amara. Gabe, with Carlina, Luca, and Tegan.

Of course, Grace was with us too. Valeria wasn't. Not that she wasn't welcome. She'd just gone to visit her family.

Talk about a fun group. We talked a lot about their relationships. Grace and I feel so strongly about Camila too, but I think society was keeping us from moving that forward. I know Leslie has Hunter and Hallie, and often Rylee. We were blowing up stereotypes right and left.

Oh, Camila was with us too. We just never got to see her. At the last minute, I'd invited Malik along. I have no idea why. I just walked into Mom and Dad's house and he was in the kitchen and something told me to invite him. I have no idea why he was in Mom and Dad's kitchen, but he was, and I did.

So, he was here. He fit right in, of course. All our friends do well together. He has some talents too.

Why, oh why?

Sophia here. How in the fuck did I get talked into this? I'm no triathlete. I'm a voluptuous girl from Italy that likes pasta. OK, while the pasta part is true, I'm not very voluptuous, and I am in good shape. Not Morgan good shape, but I thought I could be middle of the pack competitive. I was going to pace with Morgan and Anja as long as I could. Swimming was my weakness, so I was sure I was going to drop well behind them.

As it turns out, I didn't. I couldn't even explain it, but I felt extra strong today. By the time the swim was over, there were two of us, but it was Morgan and me. We'd lost Anja. Not by a lot, but enough. We weren't the leaders but were in the lead pack. The leader wasn't going to last, and we knew it, so we didn't try to pace. We got on the bikes and set out. I was reasonably strong on the bike, but the run was my strength. I let Morgan set the pace, because this was her race and I figured I'd slow as the ride went on. Again, to my surprise, I didn't and, in fact, in the last section I pushed her a little. Not a lot, but I thought we could do more. We ended the segment in first, which didn't thrill Morgan. She wasn't upset, but it wasn't her favored position.

And then we ran. And ran. We were tired, but had each other, which was new to her. A couple times I started to fade, and she pushed me to keep going.

And do you know what?

We came in 1-2. Me. Second place. ME! It's amazing what running with my love could do for me. To no one's surprise, I had to pee in a cup after the race, but I knew it would be clean. I was literally an unknown. It was my first and only triathlon. Who the hell comes in second? After the race, the crew from ESPN wanted to interview us together, since we'd clearly run together.

"So, Sophia, did you know Morgan before today? You stuck close to her through all three events," asked the commentator. Yeah, we both laughed.

"Yes, I have known Morgan for quite a while. We find ways to exercise together a lot, which makes sense, given we're married," I said. Oh, that raised her eyebrows. Come on. It's not 1950. She quickly settled down and the interview ended up being just fine. That's when we found out that Orlando had won too, but no one was that surprised. Are you?

Damn. I still cannot believe it. Me. I guess I was in better shape than I thought. I did swim a lot in the sea outside our house. I guess it made more of a difference than I thought.

OK, I do have nice abs.

Me!

Sorry. Still surprised. We were going out to dinner to celebrate. There were sixteen of us, but the restaurant in Pari's apartment building, Mon Ami Gabi, had reserved a private room for me. Knowing the owner helped. The fact that the owner was 11 years old just made us laugh.

When we got there, the host was effusive. He clearly knew who we were. He led us into the room and they immediately brought wine and appetizers. Our wines, of course. Quite a selection, in fact. It turned out that Pari had let them know we were coming and what to start with.

She's so sweet. We'd invited her to come, but she couldn't. Too bad. Pari is seriously fun. I thought it was because of the whole Simpson thing, but it turned out she was traveling with the Pacers. Purely innocent. She just loved basketball.

Did I sell that?

Shit. 18

Grace here. I fucking turned 18. Now that's fine and all, but it ages me out of some damn fun people. Damn fun.

Luckily, it only aged me out of Carlina and Tegan for literally a few days. Thankfully.

I'm actually helping plan their 9th birthday parties.

9. Got it 9.

But some fun people are still a problem. Denne. Simona. Morgon. Zala.

Fuck. Nan. Damn.

Well shit. Luke too.

How have the older people handled it? Bob is always horny. Amy too. OK, there are others, but some of my favorites.

I guess the anticipation will be good but taking someone away that is a great lover doesn't seem fair.

Nan and Luke.

Damn.

Then again, it wasn't a surprise, so guess who spent last weekend with us.

Denne, Simona, Morgon, Zala, Luke, Nan.

What a weekend. I guess I can tell the story. First, we had a cock problem. As in not enough of them. Five of us girls and only three cocks, er, boys. Although honestly, we don't care. We like tits and a cock just as much. Just as much.

So, cock. Honestly, I prefer a two to one ratio, if not three to one. Cocks wear out too fast. Our pussies are tougher. There is a Betty White quote along those lines, but who knows if that's true. So, we needed, at a minimum, seven more cocks. Minimum. So, we added

• Charles, who is Belen's assistant
• Narmer, Onfalia's brother
• Jayson, the Indianapolis caretaker
• Vesna, Ruby's friend, which required two more cocks, preferably young
• Obo, Glynis' friend
• Clayten, Mira's not so shy brother
• Ana, driving instructor. Tits and a cock.
• Steve, Orlando's football friend
• Grey, another football friend

Max and Martan.

This was gonna be fun. Oh, and the list below will probably list Vesna, Clayten, Obo, and me as 18. We all have birthdays that were really close together and this was the last weekend. The last. The counter ticked before I wrote this.

We cut it close.

So, let's see. We were up to six girls, but we added ten cocks to get us to thirteen. Oh no, an extra cock. Whatever will we do. I admit I was tempted to find five more and then we would be at 3 to 1.

I might be overthinking this. Wait, wait, wait. We added tons of older cocks and an older girl. We didn't add more younger cocks and younger girls.

I wasn't overthinking this.

So, I added:

• Cassie
• Xita, the super sub team member we just met
• Thea, who is Piper's sister
• Inger, who Orlando met in the Bahamas. Yes, her
• Keith, Nyle's son.
• Johana, from the beach
• Pinchas, Narmer's brother
• Onfalia, Narmer's sister
• Ciara, Ruby's friend
• Auset, Diane's cousin
• Shera, H2's student
• Yuridia, another of H2's students
• Glynis, Mia's friend
• Kendra, Pari's friend from Chicago
• Zaire, from Cleveland
• Nicko, a kid from Dionysus
• Mitra, from London
• Lorelei, from London

Auset brought her brother Ahmet who is ten, so he broke the barrier, but has a cock. Trade-offs. At the last minute, we added Pio and Simona.

Five cocks, 14 not cocks, Cassie, and Ahmet. We overshot on pussy. Young pussy. It is a good thing that I like young pussy. Don't you?

Everyone arrived after lunch for an afternoon of fun. Oddly, not the fun you're thinking of. This was a great group of people that were new to each other. We played on the wave runners. We flew around in Jetson's cars. The real ones, with the clear canopy. We went tubing and water skiing.

Did I mention we were at the house in Lake Tahoe? That house has more meaning to me than maybe anyone else. My first date weekend with Orlando and our families. I was there when they bought the house! Then we found the missing bomber and all the gold.

Good memories. Rather than having a huge collection of planes on the lawn, we met in Robertville and flew over together. In an E-111. There were a lot of us. That was good.

Oh yeah, we had the submersible out. I can tell you from close observation that people were fucking underwater.

Everyone. Lots and lots of fucking.

How in the world do I even describe this weekend? The afternoon was great fun. OK, I'll start with our before dinner play. Yes, we had it all planned out. Before dinner was Charles and me. We declared a co-gangbang. Both of us at the front. Every cock would fuck me, then get in line and fuck Charles. We split the lines, so you weren't expected to recover too quickly. Boys and girls were allowed in both lines. If a girl got in my line, she brought a toy with which she could fuck me. Most brought double-ended dildos. Some just brought regular dildos, but that was really just the under 7 crowd. That was allowed. It was the same with Charles. Any and all could find a way to fuck them. He also got to decide how we wanted to cum and how many times. Let's say Simona was in his line. She might have brought a double-ended dildo. As it turns out, my example was real. Simona walked up with a surprisingly large dildo already inserted. Damn that was sexy. Charles asked her politely. Her grin answered before she did.

"I would love that, but might I suggest I use this dildo on your first? It excited us both quite nicely. So, she did. Vigorously. She knew just how to stop and start to keep him on the edge, and she wouldn't touch his cock and wouldn't let him either. Suddenly she just exploded and in one motion, mid-orgasm, pulled out the dildo and sat down on Charles' cock. His thick, 9-inch (23 cm) cock. Uncut. I don't think the profile listed that right.

It is a monster. At the time I was getting pounded by Ahmet and he was quite good, but my view was Simona, leaning forward, ever so gently making love to Charles. She was playing with his nipples and kissing him. The mouth. The earlobe. The nipple. Just teasing him.

OMG. This was the girl-on-top version of the full Orlando. To forever be called the Simona. Seriously. She was clearly sensing him, because she'd abruptly stop and then he'd catch his breath. She did it over and over until even stopping didn't help. She laid on his chest and he hugged her tight as he filled her with rope after rope of cum. She was just shuddering through cum after cum. Finally, it slowed down and she gently stood up, slid over a bit and sat right down on my face.

Thank you very much dear. I had a ball, all the while with Ahmet pumping into me. Now he was kissing Simona while fucking me while I cleaned her out. That was too much for all three of us and we ended up in a heap.

Oh no, I needed cleaned out now. They all handled that.

It wasn't even dinner time. On Friday night. We had until midnight Sunday.

Oh my. I'm laughing now. I think I failed to count Orlando. Hell yes, he was here. Did I mention that the underages had an exception for the weekend? These exceptions were for his benefit too. You'll see. I had to laugh because I told Orlando that I didn't want any of his cums all weekend. They should all go to people he would lose at midnight.

He protested. Weakly. Let's just say it was quite a weekend.

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