CHAPTER 19 – A Surprise Beginning


Lia liked her name, because it was musical, very short, and yet had two syllables. Her mother told her so. Lee-yah. That was special to her. It was the perfect name for a 5-year-old. She had been given it as a tribute to her mother, Lianne, who had been her only parent as she began her short life.

Her mother lived with Uncle Meanguy, a miserable man whose real name she didn’t know because he never told her anything. What she knew of him was that her mother hated him, and that he was not nice. He always tried to get her alone and get his rough hands onto her, but she was smart enough to make it very difficult for him, and always told her mother about his unwelcome advances.

Her mother had no idea the name she had given her daughter would make her seem to older boys to be a very sexual being, which the sensual child felt she was, but she became a target of both teasing and physical groping. At kindergarten the boys would sit beside her, slip a hand through the waist of her skirt and stick a finger into the moist vestibule of her as-of-yet untapped little cuntlet.

Their teacher was an open-minded woman who recognized sexuality in children was quite natural, and she enjoyed watching the boys and girls exploring their physicality. In preparation for their morning nap, she would have the children slip their shorts down to expose their genitals to each other, for an intimate show and tell.

This early sex education was important to her teacher. It must have been, because she always photographed them as they did their thing in front of the others. They had no idea what she did with the photos, but they never got to see them. They supposed she was building a file or something.

However, when two boys at once sat on either side of Lia and got their inquisitive fingers into her, pulled them out and licked them, then stuck them back in, the teacher intervened, and felt it necessary to inform all of their mothers. The last thing she needed in her daycare was the scandal of .

Lia’s mom was worried for the safety of her daughter, and decided that instead of exposing her to more aggressive boys at school, she would home school her daughter. Perhaps Lia was too beautiful for her own good. She wore designer clothes because her mother could afford them, and had a hairdresser visit their home every week to make sure she always looked her best.

Lianne had lost her parents in a house fire when she was 14, and the family lawyer had become her foster parent, so that he would have control of her inheritance until she reached the age of majority. He promptly fathered Lia, who was born when her mother was 15, and just as quickly the lawyer put his young ward on the pill to avoid a recurrence.

The last thing the confirmed bachelor needed was to have a girl and 2 infants in his household. He was a practicing Roman Catholic, and could not countenance his adopted daughter having an abortion. Using the pill for the girl was tolerable only because Lianne was not Catholic.

He had no interest in bringing her to the attention to the Church. When at weekly confession he confessed to having sex with a girl, he did not mention either her name or her age, even when he confessed he had squired a daughter. The priests who took his confessions had no interest in details, other than in the fact he had enjoyed his coitus with the girl.

His only interest in Lianne was in her soft, warm, welcoming vagina, which he measured regularly, using his penis as a yardstick. He kept strict control of her life, registering her in a private girls school, so that she had no opportunity to engage in any outside social life, excluding her from any other access to sexual activity.

He would have given his left nut for access to the little infant Lia, but her mother ensured the daughter remained sound. The daycare that took care of the little one while Lianne was in school had a strict policy that grandparents had no access to the children in their care. Only Lia’s mother could pick her up when she was ready to return home.

On her 18th birthday Lianne received her inheritance. It consisted of seven million dollars in stocks and bonds in a well-managed portfolio, more than 12 million in upscale real estate holdings, . At its current value, it ensured her a monthly income of at least 14 thousand dollars a month for the rest of her life. She would never have to work.

Lianne promptly bought a penthouse condominium in the best apartment condo in Augusta, with an undisturbed view of the riverfront. The realtor was surprised that a girl her age would be able to consider such a top end unit, but when she bypassed a mortgage and paid in full, there was no argument.

Two weeks later Lia’s father the lawyer was found in his Jaguar slumped over the steering wheel, with a neat bullet hole in the side of his skull, an inch above the ear. The gun sat on the seat beside him, but the bullet had come through the side window, making it clear to the police the killing was an assassination, not a suicide.

Every indication said a professional had carried out the killing of the lawyer. He had several clients who would like to see him dead, any one of which could have arranged for his murder, but there was no evidence pointing to any suspects. Within a month his death had become a cold case, with many far more serious issues to take the attention of the police.

Half of the estate went to the Government, the other half to his only surviving relative, Lianne. She had taken out a large amount of cash the day before the killing, but being a newly rich young woman, was spending money like it was going out of style. There was nothing to point to her, and she had a perfect alibi.

She was at the church, sitting in the confessional, telling the priest information he could never disclose, that she had arranged for the murder of a member of his flock. She did not ask him to forgive her, nor for absolution. Lianne told him she did not want forgiveness, and did so just to let him know she was aware that was an open option for her.

The 18-year-old single mother knew it would be necessary she join the church to qualify for absolution of her sins, and she had no interest in doing so. She had taken her parent’s degenerate lawyer’s nightly sexual abuse and protected her baby daughter from him for long enough. She had taken care of the problem.

Lianne had endured enough experience with a devout but now deceased member of the Holy Roman Church to last her a lifetime. She had no remorse about arranging for his death. Some things that had happened in her short life would inform how she went forward, but this was certainly not one of those. Her conscience was clear.

Now that Lianne was financially independent, all of her time was free time. It was a strange situation to not have to do anything, but she was highly adaptive, and had always been a responsible and organized girl. She took to her new freedom like a duck to water.

Lianne spent much of her newly found free time pursuing research, which she found she enjoyed, as whatever she found would be for her personal benefit. She was primarily looking for a place she would like to use as a getaway. Because she lived in Augusta, she began her search in the southeastern United States, Mexico, the Caribbean Islands and Central America. She was able to do it all online from the comfort of her den.

Travel to tropical islands was not an issue for her, from a financial perspective, but she didn’t want to spend a lot of time in travel. She hated flying, and that was the only way to get to most of the attractive places. She wanted privacy, and to be around people she could get along with, who had no interest in her money. She was well aware the sugar daddy syndrome worked backwards, and wanted none of it.

As is often the case, it was by accident she stumbled across the site while browsing. A key-word search brought her to the special page, embedded in an up-scale real estate website. It was the last place she would expect to find such a listing. Some of the best finds show up in places you would least expect to find them.

This listing was for a luxury suite vacation residence at a new private retreat not far from coast, located on Cole Island in Jasper County on the Harbor River, 20 miles from the ocean, between Savannah and Charleston. It was quite central and yet very secluded. Had she been searching on the ground, she would have driven for years and never found it.

The retreat that interested her was just a 2-hour drive from her home, and she promptly made an appointment for a visit. She and Lia drove over to see the property the next day. A developer had bought the island when his land titles search had revealed all of the land on the island was in the hands of only 4 owners.

There was a small farm on the west side of the island, and a luxurious private residence owned by an elderly couple on the northwest corner. He visited a local search and quietly started a rumor that the river was polluted by years of mining activity upstream. There were no mines upstream, which was not a factor when providing negative information.

Other than the cleared farmland south of the farmhouse, the land was mostly wooded. Two weeks after starting the rumor he offered thirty per cent of the real value of the land, and all of his offers were accepted. It was amazing the power of the spoken word, which the developer well understood.

The purchaser took over the luxurious private residence to live in, bulldozed the farmhouse, then built an opulent vacation resort, designed exclusively for people who bought units. He had no time for vacation renters. This was for people to use regularly, and he made that clear with their first visit.

He also let purchasers know that the resort would have no dress restrictions, and that for most of the year clothes would be unnecessary. He had identified an unsatisfied need, and by filling it, found his units sold well at a premium price. What he had built was an exclusive private nudist colony.

The island was roughly round in shape, and about ¾ of a mile across. It was ideal for people who preferred privacy, and all for the same reason. It was a new and very exclusive nudist colony. More than half of the units had sold, and Lianne was pleased to see that most of the buyers were wealthy young families, many of them with small children.

It was presented as a holiday and weekend retreat, and life there was very casual. Most of the owners were from Raleigh, Savannah, Charleston, Atlanta, Jacksonville, Charlotte and Columbus, with a few from Augusta. The owners prepared their own breakfast and lunch, but early every evening the developer hosted a lavish meal, usually a barbecue.

With no town or village in the area, the condo had a well-stocked grocery store with some clothing and staple goods available as well. There was a comfortable lounge with full-length windows overlooking the staffed playground where children frolicked nude. It would be the ideal place to relax and keep her eye on Lia.

Teen girls, daughters of residents, staffed the securely fenced playground. The girls, who also worked nude, were well paid to ensure disputes among the children brought no harm to any of them. They kept the kids supplied with lemonade and fruit punch, and took them to the bathroom whenever one of them had to go potty.

Lianne was thrilled with the nudist aspect of the retreat. She had never had the freedom to go naked, and growing up with that lawyer asshole, she had little interest in doing so. Now she felt she would have the freedom to do whatever she wished, however she wished, and she closed the deal on a prime unit during that trip.

From that day forward she spent a week every month at her new retreat. Her favorite pastime was watching Lia playing and scampering naked in the play area with the other children, most of them a year or two older than her. The two teenage supervisors lounged by the wading pool, with little to do when there were no scraps between the children.

People did not gawk at her, as she thought they would, and she felt quite comfortable to walk around her unit and the entire complex wearing only her flip-flops and a few slender gold chains. In addition to her necklaces, she liked to wear half a dozen loose gold chains around her waist.

One morning after breakfast while sitting in the bright 2nd floor bar, watching Lia playing with other naked kids below her in the enclosed playground, she noticed the 13 to 15-year-old girls lounging below her, also keeping an eye on the children. They were lounging with one knee raised so that their entire groin area was on full display, and she noticed their pubic hair had been cleanly removed.

Their vagina lips were full and spread, as if they had been masturbating, and she wondered if they had. While they distracted her, she noticed her hand had found its way to her own groin, and her fingers were sliding smoothly in the moist slot of her vagina.

Lianne felt a sudden wave of carnal pleasure with the contact of her fingers with her tender sex-flesh. She ran her middle and index fingers along the firm edges of her lower lips, and then she slid them upward to gently massage her sex-swollen clitoris.

Her mind spun. Had she turned gay? She had no idea she could be so readily turned on by observing nude teenage girls. She had never noticed others at the resort masturbating, and assumed it was not cool to bring herself off in public, or even to tease her cleanly shaved vagina to the level she would want to experience an orgasm.

Embarrassed by her involuntary behavior, she got up and walked toward the lounge’s exit. Just before the archway there was another to the side, and she saw for the first time another part of the lounge. Seated on burgundy leather-covered benches were three young men, drinking beer and openly masturbating as they watched the naked children cavorting in the playground below.

She stood watching in amazement as the men, the only owners present in the lounge, smoothly stroked their rigid penises. Other than that disgusting lawyer who had controlled her teen years, she had never witnessed a man jacking off. She knew It was a common practice, but expected it was always done only in private.

Two of them acknowledged her presence and waved to her while continuing to give themselves a firm fist fuck. Her eyes were wide as one by one they reached orgasm and ejaculated onto the hardwood floor. The nude young bartender brought over a spray bottle and a mop. It appeared that what had just happened was something she expected.

“First cum of the day, guys?” the attractive 15-year-old nude in spike heels asked them as she sprayed cleaner on their spilled spunk and then mopped it up. She was careful to turn as she bent forward, to provide them a clear view of her beautiful flared vagina and slightly open rectum.

Lianne was surprised to see a beautiful girl so young behaving so casually with wealthy young professionals while acting like a truly proficient servant. This place was so amazing, and Lianne felt privileged to have found it and to not only own one of the best units, but to be accepted into the social scene here while she was still a teen.

The developer had been so nice in helping her to get settled, and had given special attention to Lia to make sure she felt welcome here as well. The people here were very friendly, and invited her to their homes to enjoy some outstanding threesomes.

She had all the free sex she could wish for, and best of all, nobody tried to hit on Lia, who watched fascinated while her young mother engaged in amazing group sex. Her 5-year-old daughter was receiving an education not usually included in the Georgia home schooling curriculum. Lianne felt almost as if she had come home.