I finally arrived at the island nation where adult men can marry and breed teen and pre-teen girls as soon as they start ovulating.
CHAPTER 2
The flight to The Isle of Eden, or just Eden as everyone there calls it, was longer than expected. First I had a long commercial flight to Australia, then a short flight to New Zealand, a drive to a private airport, then another long flight on a small private jet provided by my friend Nathanial. From the air I could certainly see that Eden was indeed as large as one of the smaller Hawaiian islands, though appearing less populated from my vantage point in the sky. The airport seemed very modern though, complete with a terminal and all the expected amenities of a first world airport, although very very small. I guess I was expecting to have to exit the airplane using stairs and walk on the tarmac to the gate.
Looking around, I noticed that the small airport staff was exclusively female, all members appearing to be well under 30 years old, and some clearly in their teens.
All of my luggage for the trip was a large carry-on suitcase and a backpack. My friend assured me nearly anything I could need from personal grooming items to clothing could be obtained in Eden, but I made arrangements for a few boxes to be sent to the island later.
Just past the security checkpoint, which merely consisted of two college-aged girls asking me who would be picking me up, I saw the exit to a covered parking area. Nathanial was waiting for me just outside of the doors. He looked to be somewhere in his 60s, definitively virulent enough to have more children, but I guess he wanted to retire from that and just enjoy his wives.
Speaking of wives, I noticed he had two young girls standing on either side of him. One looked to be about 11, blonde pony tail, adorable and innocent looking except for the incredibly short shorts and thin tube top that clearly showed her developing nipples through it. The other girl looked to be about 13, a bit taller with light brown hair down to her shoulders. She had the prettiest smile. She was also wearing very short shorts and flip-flops, but only had a yellow bikini top. I tried not to stare but I was surprised to see Nathanial had his arm around her with his hand clearly holding one of her titties from under her bikini. The thought that a grown, sixty-something year old man would be fondling an early teenage girl’s breast in public just astonished me.
“Welcome to The Isle of Eden!” my friend announced. “What do you think so far?”
“I think I’m going to like it here,” I said, with a nod gesturing his hand on the girl’s titty.
“Oh this? I think you’ll find that in Eden we are very open about showing affection to those we love.”
“So public affection, and even touching girls like this, is accepted here?”
“Michael, my friend! You are no longer in America! Touching girls however you want to touch them in public is not only allowed, it is encouraged! Why, I could receive fellatio from these two little child brides right now if I wanted. Would you like to see?”
For some reason I became embarrassed. This was my fantasy of course, but I still had decades of sexual oppression weighing me down. “Thank you, Nathaniel, but maybe later?”
“You know what, now I want to do it. Not to show you, but because I want it. And here in Eden, we can have what we want. But I’ll save it for in the car. Are you ready? Is this all?”
“Yes, I will have some other things brought here later.”
A girl who looked to be in her late teens, wearing an attractive skirt suit and heels, got out of a large, luxury van and reached to collect my luggage.
“Oh, that’s okay, I can get it myself,” I told her quickly.
“Please sir,” she replied kindly.
“It’s okay, Michael! Let the girl do her job,” Nathaniel said to me as he walked toward an open passenger door.
I let the girl take my bag and we all piled into the van. Nathaniel sat between his two wives in the back seat and I sat in the middle row. The teen who took my bags got in next to the driver, a gorgeous woman who looked about 25.
“Is every girl here so beautiful?” I asked.
“EVERY girl is beautiful in her own special way, and the men here in Eden remind the girls of just how beautiful and desired they are by kissing them, touching their bodies, and making love to them, all the time!” He spoke very passionately with an accent I could not quite place. Then he kissed each of his young wives on the mouth, one after the other.
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The ride to Nathaniel’s estate was smooth and not too far from the airport. Every home we passed along the way was huge. The roads looked like they had been paved last week and there were sidewalks on both sides. Along the way we saw an assortment of girls walking by themselves, and once we passed a man about 40 years old with five or six girls walking with him. Two of the girls were pushing strollers. Even though we were only going about 15 miles per hour I couldn’t get a good look at all of the girls but the oldest couldn’t have been over 14.
Nathanial and I talked very little on the car ride. He encouraged me to look outside the window and explore with my eyes. Also, I glanced over to his row in the back seat and discovered that one of his child wives had knelt down and was sucking him off during the drive. Good thing there is virtually no traffic here and the cars all travel slowly. “An accident with one’s cock in a girl’s mouth could be disastrous,” I thought to myself.
When we reached the house I thought surely there must be a mistake. This place was several stories high! There were all sort of beautiful trees, bushes, and other outside landscaping. Off to the side I could see four girls playing tennis on the court, then a young teen ran up to driver of our car, who was just getting out to help with the luggage.
“Mommy!” the young girl shouted. She was wearing a tight, short, thin blue dress that was almost see-through. “Did they have any?”
The driver put one arm around the teen. “I’m sorry, they didn’t have any on the jet today.”
I was perplexed. “Nathan,” I called to my friend, who was taking his time to pull up his pants. “How old is your driver?”
“Why don’t you ask her?” he replied with a smirk.
“Oh no, I could never ask a woman her age. That’s considered rude.”
“Not here! A girl or woman’s age is as much a part of her as her body or mind. Everyone understands here that part of human attraction is age, so we are very open about our ages in Eden. In fact, when you meet girls for the first time they will usually give you their age when they tell you their name. That’s how much it means to our identity.”
“Even the men?”
“Why sure! There is no shame in being an older man here. The girls are aroused knowing they are flirting with, or fucking, a man 40 years older than them just as much as you are aroused by them being so young. It’s all in the biology.”
“So I can ask anyone their age?”
“Stop worrying so much and relax, my friend!”
The mother and daughter were still talking, but when there was a break in the conversation I addressed the driver.
“Excuse me, hi. I’m Mike. Uh, Michael. Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand but the young woman hugged me instead.
“Welcome Michael! I’m Leilani. You must be very special for my husband to have invited you here,” she said to me sweetly.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you were one of his — I mean, you’re his wife.”
“No, you had it right the first time. One of his wives is right,” she corrected me. “It’s okay, we all love each other here. I love Nathaniel’s wives more than he does I think!” she giggled.
While Leilani was talking to me, her daughter just stood here looking me up and down with a cute and curious smile.
I decided to ask my big question, which at the time seemed like a huge leap but in hindsight was so trivial it’s hard to believe I’m writing about it now. “So, is it okay if I ask you this. I mean, Nathan said it was okay if I ask people their age here?”
“I’m 23. Yes, it’s something we normally tell people when we first meet them. Oh god! I just realized I didn’t tell you my age when we met! I’m sorry!”
“No, please. There’s no need to be sorry! I’m still just learning about your culture and everything. So, like, is it okay if I ask your daughter how old she is? That wouldn’t be weird?
Leilani seemed confused by the question. “What would be weird about it?”
“Oh I guess because you’re her mother and I’m an adult man and it might seem like–” I trailed off, not knowing how to finish this word salad I had been crafting.
“It might seem like you’re attracted to her?” she said boldly. “Well that’s okay! Honey, people here are pretty honest about what they’re thinking and how they feel about each other. It’s why we get along with each other so well. It’s NORMAL for you to be attracted to young girls and nobody’s gonna think twice if you ask a little girl her age.” She smiled at me and I could tell she was being very genuine. “But it sounds like maybe you do need to be filled in on some of our important rules and laws, so I’ll let my husband talk to you about that.”
“Wow, thank you so much. You’ve been so kind and helpful!” I turned to Leilani’s daughter, deciding to be brave. “And how old are you?”
The cute young teen in the tight blue dress bit her lip and fidgeted for a moment. “I’m 10. My name is Anna.”
“Oh, 10? So that means you must have had her,” I turned back to Leilani, “when you were 13? Is that okay to ask?”
“It’s more than okay to ask, Michael! Yes, Nathanial and I had Anna when I was 13. She’s my second oldest.”
“Your second?”
“Yeah, I think she’s — Anna, do you know where Henny is?”
“She said she was going back to her house,” the little girl replied to her young mother.
“Oh, there you go. I’d introduce you to my 12-year-old but I guess she’s not here right now,” Leilani said.
My brow furrowed slightly. “She doesn’t live with you?”
“No, she had her coming of age about a year ago so she lives with her husband now. They aren’t too far from here. I’m sure Remi will invite you for a visit soon. He’s very nice.
“That’s Hen– uh, did you say Henny?” I asked.
“Yeah, Hester, or Henny as her sister calls her.”
“That’s Hester’s husband, Remi?” I inquired, as I began to realized I might need a proper notebook to keep all these husbands, wives, and daughters straight.
“You got it! Don’t worry, you mostly need to keep track of all the husbands’ names. There are so many girls on this island I probably couldn’t name half of them and I’ve lived here my whole life!
“You were born here?”
“Yes, when my husband was just a young man in his 40s, if you can believe that!” she said, amused.
I noticed Nathanial had already gone into the house with his two little wives. Well, his two other wives I guess, since I was standing here talking to one of his wives and their daughter. How many wives did this man have?
I realized I should probably go inside and make sure I wasn’t being a rude guest. “Well it was nice meeting you,” I said while looking at Leilani. Then I turned my attention to the lovely 10-year-old. “Anna, it was nice to meet you too. I’m sure I will be seeing you around here later since you don’t have a husband to live with yet.”
“I have a husband!” she said matter-of-factly.
I felt embarrassed for assuming this little cutie had not yet sexually matured enough to start ovulating. “Oh I’m sorry! I should not have said that.”
“You’re okay!” Leilani interjected.
“I will see you later. Goodbye!”
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In the house one of the older teens was waiting for me. I don’t know how long it would take me to get used to seeing beautiful girls and young women everywhere, but I knew it was something I could definitively do. The girl told me Nathanial had asked her to show me to my room and that I could call for dinner to my room or eat in the main dining room whenever I wanted. He said he would visit me in a bit.
The house was huge and everywhere I walked there was a little cutie passing by with a book in her hand or doing some sort of chore. I think I saw the pregnant girl from the video on my way to my room but it might have been a different pregnant girl. They were all dressed very differently, mostly casually, and some with very sheer or tiny clothing that would not have ever been appropriate to wear around guests in America. Here, they thought nothing of it. All of them watched me intently as I followed the teen.
My room was spacious and well furnished. To say it was a room was highly inaccurate. It was more like a little apartment. There was a main living area, a door to a proper bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, then a large kitchen area attached to the living space. I still could not believe this might be my permanent home, my new country, but I was trying not to get ahead of myself.
“If you need anything you can press the intercom and it will reach someone in the taskroom. Bye!” And just like that the girl was gone and I was alone in my room. I closed the door just to unpack and unwind for a moment, and was pleased to hear the sounds of little girls chattering throughout the house completely die away. These doors were acoustically impenetrable. I expected there to be all sorts of old dusty gothic furniture and heavy drapes but everything was very modern and stylish.
I laid on the bed for a moment and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure if I had slept or not when there was a knock at my door.
“Michael? It’s Nathanial. Is this a good time?”
I got up and opened the door. “Yes, I was just getting settled in.”
“Come with me. I want to show you around.”
He gave me a tour of the house, introducing me to some of the young women and children who lived there. Many of girls we passed were his wives or daughters, but some of the girls were just friends who were there to hang out with his beautiful family.
“Are you liking things so far, my friend?” he asked as we toured the house.
“Yes, it’s incredible. Everyone seems so nice and happy!”
“We all are, for the most part. Sometimes fights happen. That’s just life.”
“Yeah. That’s life.”
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We continued walking and Nathanial filled me in on some of the important laws I was going to need to know, regardless if I decided to stay only a short while, or live here forever.
“So Michael, I was talking to Leilani and she tells me you had a good conversation.”
“Yes, she was very nice.” I didn’t want to compliment her too extensively and make him feel like I was coming on to his wife.
“Good good! She said you might have some more questions about how relationships work in Eden.”
I was unsure of what to ask specifically, so I mumbled my way through a question about how many wives a person can have.
Nathanial smiled. “That is a good question, Mike! In my country, and soon to be your country, a man can have as many wives as he wants. Some men want to live simple lives. They may only have a couple. As you can see, all these girls can be quite a handful. But some men like myself enjoy having so many beautiful women and young ladies around me. The choice is yours, but there is an expectation that you will love each of them. They are not concubines.”
“Oh yes, of course,” I quickly agreed.
I would say on average the men here have about three or four wives. That’s all. As we’ve discussed before, when a child exists her teen years and her youngest daughter is at least 6 or 7, she’ll be given the option to stay as an older wife to perform jobs, or she may choose to leave immediately. Almost all of the women here leave before they are 30, although there are a few “matrons” scattered about the island. When a wife leaves, that’s usually when a man will select another wife. In that way, every man can have the right number of wives for him.
“I met your daughter Anna today. She said her older sister lives with her husband, Eli is it?”
“Remi.”
I was way off. “Right, sorry, Remi.”
“Yes, Remi is a good friend of mine. He will certainly be inviting you to his house soon. I think you will find invitations to another man’s home very pleasing.”
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that but I already felt like my questions were ridiculous enough.
As if sensing my desire to know more, Nathanial elaborated. “There is a semi-informal tradition here in Eden that when you invite another man into your home, as a gift to him, you offer one of your wives to provide bodily pleasures and comfort.”
“Like, have sex?” I blurted out.
“Eh, sometimes, yes. Maybe, usually? Definitely to have as a personal companion while the guest is there. If you are a guest, you will most likely be introduced to one of the man’s wives, or if you are already friends with the man, your gift companion will be the girl who takes your coat or shoes for you when you enter the home. She’ll sit next to you during dinner, or whatever it is that you’re doing: playing games, drinking, whatever it may be.”
“Wow, that is — that’s just –” I couldn’t think of anything to say.
“As I said, guests are usually gifted in this manner. Do not be offended if someone does not provide you with such a gift in their home. Again, there are men who prefer just a few wives and get a little jealous over them. But most of us you will find are more than happy to express our generosity.”
I was feeling a bit overwhelmed with the idea of being fawned over by another man’s wife, regardless of age. “Are there any rules I should know about these, gifts? I assume they aren’t permanent?”
Nathan chuckled. “No no, it is just for while you are a guest in his home. And there really are no rules. The husband will have already told his wife what is permitted, and she will not allow you to go further than that. Even if she is not yet a teen she will know. In most cases, though, sexual intercourse is perfectly fine.”
“So, I can have sex with another man’s wife and he’s just okay with that?”
“Yes, of course, but only the one he has gifted to you,” he told me with a genuine smile.
Now the gears in my head were really turning and, having seeing so many attractive girls already, I started to wonder how quickly I could take advantage of such an arrangement. “Where would one even have sex with a gift wife in another man’s home?”
“Wherever, my friend. Whenever, my friend! Most guests don’t bend the host’s wife over a table and fuck her right in front of her husband, but it is not at all unusual for a guest to retreat into another room for a bit to enjoy his gift.
“You know, you are blowing my mind right now, Nathanial.”
He grinned from ear to ear. “I am please to here that, Michael. That was my hope.”
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By this time my host and I had stopped just outside of his own bedroom.
“Well, it is getting late, my friend, and I am sure you will want to rest up for tomorrow. But, I have arranged for a little surprise when you get back to your room.”
“A surprise?”
“Please, Michael, there is no need to pretend. I know why you are here. It is the same reason we are all here.” His cheesy smile grew devious. “Enjoy.”
Nathanial opened the door to his room and stepped inside. Then he swung it wide open, as if he wanted me to see what, or who rather, was inside. I accepted his invitation.
Lying on the bed, wearing a sheer black robe that was open down the middle, was Leilani, Nathan’s wife — and I guess driver? Her beautiful titties were easily visible through the almost mesh-like fabric. Then sneaking up next to him was another person, a child. She was wearing the same open sheer robe, and I could see her hairless cunt plainly exposed. I was so focused on the beauty of the young girl’s body that at first I did not look at her face. Then I did; it was Nathan and Leilani’s 10-year-old daughter, Anna.
Leilani smiled at me then called to Nathan, “Come to bed, Husband!” then she nodded to her daughter.
“Yes,” Anna said to her dad, tugging on his arm, “Come to bed, Husband.” Her pre-teen voice dripped with innocent desire.
My mouth was still agape as Nathan slowly closed the door on me. My mind was in an excited state of limitless possibilities as I wandered back to my suite. By the time I got there I had finally pieced together what Anna meant when she told me she DID have a husband. Yet another law, or perhaps lack of a law, here in the Isle of Eden.
My heart raced with anticipation as I opened my door. I quickly closed it behind me then opened the door to the bedroom where I noticed a little body lying belly-first on my bed, her bare feet slowly kicking the air behind her as she read a book. Her red hair twirled in a gentle breeze then fell softly on her pale skin.
Hearing me walk in, the girl rolled over and smiled at me, and could see that she was wearing a little red nighty.
“Oh, hello,” she spoke to my softly. “I am Nathan’s daughter, Ginny, I’m 12-years-old, and I’m your gift tonight.
TO BE CONTINUED: Please post any comments you have, especially if you would like me to continue writing this story!
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