Vin had to look around the room to spot Kay.
She was in the far corner, rapidly climbing out of her business suit.
After all these years her long legs still excited him.
Vin returned his attention to the athletic young lady who was bouncing
up and down on his dick. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
She was hard at it, her tits were bouncing up and down with her
determined thrusting.
Vin was unable to give her a climax.
The volleyball player climbed off, and Vin looked up to see Kay.
She took her time settling herself on Vin’s dick.
“So this is how you overcome your pedophilestic reticence?”
“They tricked me, they blindfolded me! Ask Joan.”
“Joan?”
“Kay, may I present Joan, my er, ah, administrative assistant.”
Vin said, turning his head to the side, pointing with his chin.
“I see.”
“Joan, may I present Kay, my ah, second wife, from OTEC.
“So OTEC really does … ”
“Exist.” Vin finished for her.
“I would like to go visit OTEC.”
“I don’t really see how.”
“We could leave him tied up, till he agrees” Joan said speaking directly
to Kay.
“That may take some time, I saw him have sex with over seven hundred
women once.
“Then we will put honey on his feet, and let Winston lick it off.”
“Winston?”
“Kay, may I present my daughter Penny, and Winston.”
Vin saw Kay’s pupils dilate and felt her vaginal contraction, as she
realized what she was seeing.
Several small boys with erections, we’re standing beside the bed
watching, Penny, and Winston have a simultaneous orgasm.
Penny was lying on the far side of Joan, holding her hand.
Joan was smiling with parental pride as her eight-year-old daughter
publicly, fucked a dog.
Vin felt Kay’s professional persona reattach itself.
“You are a graduate here yourself?”
“Oh, yes. After I got my degree in biology, I was able to get a teaching
position here.”
“We must have lunch together.”
Joan hesitated momentarily.
“I will invite you to be my house guest in OTEC next weekend.”
“I want to go too!” Penny chimed in.
“Out of the question, what would …”
“people say.” Kay finished for him.
“They will say ‘ What a beautiful daughter you have Joan.’ ”
All three women were staring at him.
I am a reality lord, I am in charge. Vin told himself.
The three women continued staring at him.
“Next weekend.” He heard his mouth say.
The three women nodded to each other, Vin was convinced they
were communicating without saying anything.
Kay hopped off and walked around to the side of the bed.
Joan tapped her high school senior on the shoulder,
he nodded, and she crawled out from underneath him.
Penny disappeared beneath the the basketball player,
but from the smile on his face it was obvious the coupling was successful.
Vin had never seen Kay have sex with any animal other than Honey Bun,
and then only with Kathy’s help.
Kay had obviously decided, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Vin watched her stand beside the bed and let Winston smell her womanhood.
Winston decided he liked the smell, Kay squatted obscenely, maintaining
eye contact with Vin as Winston decided he liked the way she tasted as well.
Winston was wagging both his short stubby tail, and his short stubby body.
His red pointy erection signaling his willingness.
Kay laid on her back, placing her long legs on either side of Winston.
She turned her head to the side, staring at Vin, as she reached down
with both hands,
holding herself open for Winston.
The dog was soon thrusting away, his tongue was hanging out, his paws
resting on her belly,
he was obviously enjoying himself.
Kay continued her eye contact with Vin, making sure
he was appreciating her obscene performance. ( He was. )
Joan had clearly studied the sexual arts, in order to teach them.
She knew penises and vaginas had nerves in different places,
she was trying to produce a climax in Vin, not herself.
She leaned way back, forcing the topside of Vin’s dick hard against
the wall of her vagina.
She leaned to the side on her up and down stroke.
She dropped all the way down, scooting fore and aft, caressing
Vin’s balls with her pussy lips.
Vin hung on with grim resolve, this was a contest for dominance,
and he was determined not to lose.
Vin was saved by the bell.
The basketball player had a noisy quivering orgasm. He fell to the side
so as not to crush Penny.
Penny taped her mother on the shoulder.
She mounted Vin confidently.
She had obviously been watching and learning, she copied Joan’s
techniques enthusiastically, with in fifty strokes, she had Vin
rattling has chains in uncontrolled orgasm.
She looked at the other two women smiling triumphantly.
Joan was a good loser, she produced a key, from somewhere, unlocking Vin.
“All right everyone, the party is over, feel free to continue elsewhere.
Although I will need six volunteers to spend time with our new house guest.”
Vin was happy to see the Norwegian and the African were amongst the
volunteers.
The boys picked up Kay’s suitcase , bra, panties and business suit
“Let me show you to your rooms.”
Vin took his naked mother-in-law and her entourage of naked teen age
boys, through the Queens bedroom’s
interconnecting doors, to the Arabian room.
Vin stayed to watch, sitting in a chair.
Kay motioned the Norwegian to lay on his back.
She squatted over him, taking his over sized organ up the ass.
She leaned back, spreading her long legs widely, savoring the sexual
energy she was creating,
smiling at the five quivering erections pointing at her.
Kay turned her head to the side, making sure Vin had a good view.
She nodded to the African, who have a truly amazing tool.
He crawled forward, and Kay took hold of his monster with one hand, guiding
him into her body.
Vin watched as a truly amazing amount of meat disappeared into his
second wife,
as she quivered, making a deep moaning sounds.
She turned her head making eye contact with him, as she began fucking
her two
partners so vigorously that they had to hang on to her, so as not to
become decoupled.
Vin watched his wife, as she lost control, babbling incoherently, climaxing.
She seemed unaware, two senior boys, were lying on either side of her
attempting to insert two penises in her vagina simultaneously.
Winston, Penny and Joan were all sound asleep, snoring.
He was able to crawl in without waking anyone.
He spent several minutes, thinking what a lucky fellow he was, before
drifting off to sleep.
They slept till noon.
Vin crossed to his “special” closet.
It was only about two hundred millimeters deep.
He pulled on the bell rope, labeled “kitchen”.
Moments later the plug blew out of the copper speaking tube.
“Yes?”
“Four separated egg omelets with mushroom sauce,
prime rib sauce, orange juice, coconut juice, tea with lime
and honey.”
“Right away, Sir.”
Vin replaced the velvet stopper in the tube and walked through
the Queens bedroom to the double doors on the far side,
he opened the inner door and knocked.
Kay opened the her door, she looked ravishing with no makeup, and her
hair a mess.
“Breakfast will be arriving soon.”
“I will slip into something more comfortable and be there right away.
( Kay was naked. Vin marveled, after all these years, her body still
excited him.)
The breakfast was delicious, Vin had insisted, the butler not act as
headwaiter for breakfast. The poor man needed some rest,
although Vin had reason to believe he spent his spare time screwing
himself silly, not sleeping.
It was a school day, Penny rushed off with her school books.
Joan and Kay extended Vin a polite invitation to accompany them
as Joan gave Kay “The Grand tour.” Vin declined, there were obviously
into female bonding, and he would only get in the way.
Besides he had work to do.
Hello central
“You rang?”
“Yes, call me up a three-dimensional architectural plan of this place.”
“Excellent, yes, I want to put a room right about here.”
“And the purpose of this room sir?”
“I want a Fleet Week style orgy, the room should be about the size of a
basketball court,
the floor should be covered with pink wrestling mats.”
“Official Fleet Week wrestling mats? Or Valhalla style living mats?”
“Living, in fact make the whole room alive and self-cleaning,
but it must look like a high school gymnasium,
Yes, that’s looking good.”
“Make the stage a little lower, we need more buffet tables at the far end,
and make those, unpadded cold steel folding chairs, we don’t want people
actually siting in them.”
“Next show me a 3-D, of the geothermal steam bore.
“Ok, we have to relocate the geothermal hot spot,
I want to keep our new room about ninety degrees Fahrenheit.
Like we do for the Fleet Week orgy back home.”
“Yes that looks good. Thank you.”
“James, do you have a pleasure center?”
“Pleasure center? Sir.”
“I know you have been having sex, with my wives for years, they
definitely enjoy it.
“So I am asking, would you like to participate in our next orgy?”
“Yes Sir, Thank You Sir, I would enjoy that very much.”
“Good, I look forward to seeing you there.”
As reality generator James had to be there, but as an unfeeling computer
program,
with Vin’s invitation came a change in the rules. James had to create a
new part of himself.
A part that was aware of pleasure, and was aware of the awareness.
Vin got dressed, and pulled the silk bell rope beside the bed.
The Butler appeared moments later.
“Find me two strong stevedores, we need to move some furniture.”
“Very good Sir.”
In in addition to its ultra traditional in its architecture, the manor
house
on Henderson Island, has formal English gardens, and a one mile square
agricultural area surrounding the main house.
All of this requires considerable staff. The Butler is the only male
staff member on the island.
Henderson Island has no harbor, but sailboats can unload at North Beach
one of only two points on the island where vertical limestone does not
rise directly
from the water.
It is three kilometers from the walled compound to North Beach.
A number of draft horses wagons, and stagecoaches are maintained
for the once monthly cargo ship from the mainland.
The two Swedish stevedore/teamsters the Butler produced looked like
they could pick Vin up with one hand.
With the headmistress in toe, the five of them began exploring the
subbasement.
Vin had a translucent map, floating before his eyes, a good thing
the sub basement was a maze of passages resembled Roman catacombs.
Vin stopped before a large storage cabinet.
“Move this cabinet.”
There was considerable astonishment, the cabinet concealed a doorway.
“Come on everyone.” Vin said, opening the door.
They slowly walked around the room, it was fairly obvious they were not
touring a ballroom, or a basketball court.
“I would like to have an orgy, in this room next weekend.”
“Everyone is invited.” Vin said looking from the headmistress to the
two lady stevedores.
He was rewarded with two sexy smiles, that promised his generosity would
be remembered.
“Food service will have to work shifts, but this party is for everyone.”
“Welcome everyone, to the inaugural once monthly, Henderson Island sex
orgy.”
Vin was standing on the low stage with Headmistress, Butler, Joan, and Kay.
They were all wearing bathrobes.
“You will note, there are chairs against the walls, pick a chair for
your clothing.
Food will not be served to people in clothes.”
Vin and the other dignitaries, tossed their robes onto the folding metal
chairs behind them.
Vin turned to address the room full of naked people.
“One last thing, you will find small bowls of ping-pong balls.
Ladies only, I repeat ladies only, place one ball in the wire basket,
keep the other ball.”
Vin started eating as soon as Joan and Kay, got a plate.”
As King no one would eat until he started.
Several times a year Henderson Island had an elaborate ball.
No one would dance, until the King danced.
Vin had hosted countless orgies over the years, he had always been careful
to set the mood, to break the ice, to actually start the orgy.
With this crowd and their fourteen-year-old sexual tension, ice
breaking, was the least of their problems.
No matter how horny they were, they would wait for the King to have the
first dance.
“Number one forty seven!”
A small dark-haired girl, Vin had noticed at the dinner table, but had
never spoken to, held up her ping-pong ball, squealing with delight.
Vin gave her head, as everyone watched, applauding politely.
As Vin penetrated her, a sigh of contentment ripple through the crowd.
The King had begun, the room was soon filled with tiny copulating couples.
Valhalla has a ten day workweek.
There is Monday to Friday, then Second Monday, Second Tuesday,
to Second Friday, this ten day is called a week.
There is also first Saturday, second Saturday, first Sunday,
and second Sunday. This weekend when added to a week
gives a fortnight.
Two fortnights are a month, twelve months a year.
As there are no external stars, the calendar is very regular and never
gets out of sync, as there is nothing to synchronize the calendar to.
The orgy was scheduled to run the entire four-day weekend.
Or more accurately it had no scheduled end time, only a scheduled beginning.
Vin did not think, three hundred people, could produce the collective
sexual energy, of the three thousand he was accustomed two.
He was pleasantly surprised, it was not the sexual riot he knew.
It was actually better in its own way, phenomenally oversexed people
do not need to be incited to riot.
OTEC Fleet Weeks, are mostly “normal” people.
( Hopped up on the sex enhancers to be sure, but still basically normal
people. )
Valhalla, had no “normal” people everyone has handpicked genetics.
Everyone is exquisitely beautiful, and painfully oversexed.
He was not sure he had courage enough to incite a sexual riot with this
crowd.
Vin did not stay through to the end, after two nights and one day
He crawled off for some needed bed rest.
I’m getting too old for this shit. He thought.
