20 July 2020

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I love email. If you give me a story line, I'll name a character after you. I really need ideas for fun situations. Get it?

Gemini, seriously?

Our house has a name. A stupid name. Bob suggested we move into the house for a while and setup my buyback charity. The first thing we have to do is settle on a name. You'd think that would be easy, but you need something with pop. A grabber. Sorry, this is Emma. I'm still getting used to this. I'm still a pretty private person. It has come to my attention that some people reading the journal don't know who I am. I get that. I'd suggest you Google "Parkland kids". You'll find me.

I don't care about the name though. I just want to save lives. Just then Greta ran up and misjudged her speed, running right into me. We both tumbled to the carpet. Thankfully, thick luxurious carpet. I ended up on my back with Greta laying right on top of me. She smiled and leaned in for a kiss. We both put everything into that kiss. Because we know what happens when we push that hard.

Damn, that was a big one. Greta's just vibrating too.

That's what happens. She finally slowed down and propped herself up on her hands.

"That's the perfect name!" yelled Greta. Which hurt because her mouth was about 5 inches from my ears. I also didn't have a clue what she was talking about.

"We just want to save lives," said Greta, softly. Then she licked my nose and pulled back quickly.

"I was going for your lips. We're not very good at this," said Greta. "But that was oddly erotic."

"Tell me about it," I said. "I almost went over again." Greta quickly leaned over, with her tongue out.

And smashed her head into my nose. As in blood spurted everywhere. Greta jumped up, clearly scared.

"Get me a towel," I said, quickly. "I'm fine." She ran and came back with a towel. A gorgeous, soft towel. Heaven in your hand. So soft on your body.

Which probably cost $500.

And I was going to ruin it. Greta either read me or read my face, because she took the towel and gently placed in on my nose. I grabbed the towel and, to her surprise, vigorously wiped off the blood. It came right off.

"It happens when I take even the lightest bop in the nose," I said. "It stops before you can get a towel. Just annoying." Greta sat back, crisscross.

Then I moaned. She thought it was because of the bloody nose. I laughed and pointed. Her wide open pussy was right there in front of my face.

"Oh sorry," she said, scooting back.

"Wrong direction," I growled. Which is how we lost another 45 minutes to Greta on my face. And me on Greta's face. Heck, I was naked too.

I should mention that we are two weeks out from our first meeting. The first four days we did not leave the bedroom. We finally decided we should and have done a lot. We've hired staff in New York and Paris and the offices are all being built out and our initial thinking on the programs was in place. Which is good because we might not be the most efficient charity. We have a lot of staff meetings and spend most of them having sex. We make up for our inefficiencies with employee morale. I don't think it helps that every room in this house overlooks the water. It's on 48 acres with the intercoastal on one side and the Atlantic on the other. We keep coming back here at bedtime. I laughed because bedtime in Paris is late afternoon here. We'll fly here and go to bed at 1800. Then again, we don't go to sleep at 1800. Did you know you can use Alexa to invite people to join you in the bed? We do that.

A lot.

"Let's take the boat out," said Greta, in an excited voice.

"Bob's not here," I said.

"Bob has told you that you're ready. You're Coast Guard licensed. You have your Captain's license. Let's go," said Greta.

"He said I was ready when I was ready," I said, in a voice that sounded remarkably like a whiny 2-year-old. Not the tone I intended, but probably the right one.

"You know I'll never pressure you," said Greta. "You're ready when you're ready." Aw fuck. I pulled myself up.

"We should put on suits, at least for a bit," I said, to a happy scream from Greta. And a dance. I just watched her dance. She's naked. She's enthusiastic. She is a truly terrible dancer.

I love her any way. She stopped suddenly and smiled at me.

"I love you too," she said, coming in for a hug.

There went another hour. We were improving. We only butted heads twice.

Just as we finished, I got a text. From Bob.

You're over thinking it. You're ready when you're ready

I picked up the phone to reply but before I could, I got another text.

I'm not talking about the boat and you know it

Yeah, I did.

Which got me a smiley face and one more text.

You two should get married on Nibiru

Suddenly another text came in. A group text from Greta to Bob and me.

Maybe, but the location doesn't matter. Being with Emma does.

There went another hour. We finally put on swimsuits. I'm funny. I'll wear the braless tank top, but I wear a conservative one-piece bathing suit. I can't explain why. I came out of the closet with mine on to Greta holding up two tiny pieces of cloth. One for the top. One for the bottom.

Not much cloth. Unlined. White. A bit sheer.

"Oh come on," I said. She just nodded. I shook my head no.

"Just model it for me. Go change in the closet," said Greta.

"You've seen me naked all day," I said.

"Not the same," said Greta in a super deep voice.

Who was I kidding? Greta asked. I was going to do it. I might hate it, but I'll do it. So far, it has always been mind-altering for me. I went into the closet and pulled on the suit. I looked in the mirror and realized something. I've never thought of myself as pretty. I was the feminist. I shave my head. Wow. I just realized. We've been here almost a month. My hair was almost two inches long. I knew it, of course, but wow. I pulled on the top and tried to adjust it. I'm not endowed like a porn star, but I have solid C breasts. I mean solid. Uplifted, firm. I also have big nipples. Hey, I like my breasts. I finally got the two tiny pieces of cloth in place, just barely covering my nipples. I pulled on the bottoms, which were basically almost invisible strings with one string that was slightly wider.

Slightly. There was nothing to do but position it in the cleft and have my lips just out there. Good lord.

I looked up and I think I went into shock. The person in that mirror is me. I was just staring when I saw Greta come up behind me. I saw it in the mirror, and she put her arms around me from behind.

"It's more empowering than you think, isn't it?" said Greta. That's when I realized she was in a matching suit. Surprisingly, we both controlled ourselves and Greta coaxed me on the boat. I kept trying to bring a change of clothes and Greta kept taking them away and putting them on the couch.

"Don't need them," she growled. I kept arguing. Finally, she stood up, legs spread, with her arms akimbo.

"No," she said.

All righty then. Off to the boat. Everything went fine and it should. I've been driving smaller boats for years. I knew my stuff. Something about a multimillion dollar boat messed me up.

"It was the money?" said Greta. "You know damn well that if you sunk this boat, Bob's only question would be asking if everyone was alright. You know that."

I do know what.

"We're out on the water, aren't we?" I said. She laughed.

"Set the autopilot," said Greta. "It's already setup. It's also a surprise, so don't look." I did just that and she offered me her hand. She pulled me back to the big open lounge, out in the sun. Which is why we spent the next half hour putting suntan lotion on each other. Somehow we lost the suits too. Greta wants the pen for some reason. What Greta wants...

She doesn't get it yet

Sure, she does anything I want. But deep down she knows it goes the other way too. When I told her no about the clothes, I was paying attention. It was all in fun. If she was genuinely against it, I would have caved, and she knew it. I admit I like that most of my life is spent happy now. We're making shit happen.

I also text the trio in the space prison with regular updates. Their replies are increasingly more incoherent. Bob told me that they moved his kids, all but Tiffani and Barron, into the next cell. Including Jared. All in one big cell.

It's pretty shrill.

Tangent Greta.

When Emma sat up quickly, I knew she had figured it out. Her head spun a full 360 and she realized there wasn't land in any direction. No, her head didn't spin all the way around. She turned her whole body.

Just clearing that up.

"How far out are we?" asked Emma.

"That's kind of an it depends question," I said. "We're only 12 nautical miles from shore and heading in."

She looked up at the sun.

"That would not be Florida," said Emma. "Not with the sun where it is."

"In my defense, I did say shore, not Florida," I said. She just raised her eyebrows.

"We have reservations for two days at Gamma Bahamas, then a couple days at one of the houses in Nassau, which will be filled with friends old and new," I said.

"OK, that sounds wonderful," said Emma.

"I admit I thought you'd be a little mad. Maybe even want to go back," I said. "It was a gamble."

"Yeah, it was," said Emma. "But you're remarkably intuitive. If you think I need this, I think I need this." Just then she gasped.

"The only thing I have to wear is that tiny suit," said Emma.

"We're going to a Gamma resort, followed by Bob's house," I said. "I wasn't planning on wearing the suit." She laughed.

"A very good point you have," said Emma. Her timing was good because our destination was getting closer. We could see it grow as we approached. We were moving pretty fast. Suddenly another yacht turned directly into our path. Our boat avoided them automatically but did bring us to a stop. On the deck of the boat was a freaking news crew. With a big camera. Aimed at us.

And we're naked. I almost laughed. Emma realized it about the same moment I did. She stood up as tall as she could and thrust her breasts right out there. I didn't have as much to thrust, but I stood next to her and did the same. I give Emma credit. I was pissed. She managed it well.

"Is your boat disabled? Do you need a tow boat?" asked Emma, knowing full well that was not the case. A woman in a freaking business suit had a microphone and was speaking into the camera, with us in their background. Thrust right out there. She turned and shouted.

"Greta Thunberg. How can you be on a boat like this? We know it was all an act now," she shouted. Oh, how I wanted to scream mean things at her.

"Please come aboard. You and your camera man. We'd love to give you a tour of the boat," I shouted. That seemed to throw them a bit, but finally she agreed. Emma maneuvered us close enough for them to both step aboard.

"Don't you want to put on clothes?" said the camera man, clearly not wanting us to put on clothes.

"Why?" I asked. "Let's talk about the important part of this boat. The propulsion system. We're happy to show it to you. We're happy to give you a brochure. We keep a few on board. The entire system is ion-powered with an intentionally oversize ion generator. Each nautical mile at cruise speed consumes a little over a thousand metrics tons of CO2. On this trip, one way, we consumed about 150,000 metrics tons. Double that for the round-trip. 300,000. Now the state of Florida produces about 230 million tons a year. So that doesn't sound that great until you do the math. Fewer than a thousand round-trips in a boat like this wipes out Florida's current production. It doesn't mean we can still screw up the atmosphere, but it makes an impact.

"How the drive system works is equally as interesting. There are no propellers. It is an anti-grav drive. That's cool. Less dangerous for wildlife. Smoother ride. A win-win. But the unit on this boat is tuned. When the boat drives over a spot, even at speed, all microplastics in the ocean below are eliminated. For a width of a full kilometer. I don't claim to know the science but do know it is to a depth as high as 42,000 meters, which is more than the depth of any ocean on the planet. The boat knows routes that have been cleaned and have not and takes into account currents and varies the route to clean new sections on every trip. The Fridays for Future foundation has deployed over 135 large ships using this technology to various parts of the world. Over 30 are working on the Pacific trash island, which we are estimating will be entirely eliminated within 40 days. Areas in the Caribbean, Atlantic, and Indian oceans are currently being cleaned. Carbon negative, of course.

"Now none of this fits your narrative, of course, but I'll be excited to see how you report it," I said. "For one, we're both naked, so that could be an issue. So, my suggestion is that we head into port. Tell us when and where to meet you next and we'll sit down for an interview."

Which is how a freelance reporter got an exclusive.

And her cameraman got laid. No, not by us.

By her. We did watch. I think they were celebrating. Then I picked up the camera too.

We would do them. Eventually.

A freaking Gamma resort

Emma here. If you'd put together a list of places I never thought I would be, most of them are related to Dionysus. The space station. The moon.

A Gamma resort. Clearly Greta is nervous about it too. If by nervous, you mean she's a little skittish and her nipples are rock hard. I think we should stop long enough for me to suck those nipples. On the dock.

We're barely off the boat. Just as she came, squirting on the dock, I noticed a young woman a little younger than us waiting for us to finish. How polite, although I would have been just as happy if she had joined in. She's adorable. And naked. I believe they call it a slit and a clit, but with nothing upstairs. I also suspect she is powerful because when I thought that I'd like her to join in, she perked up. As in her surprisingly large and long nipples did.

Let's test it. I wish she would come over and give me a passionate kiss while fingering me to orgasm.

I believe I have confirmed she can read me. I did return the favor, then we did introductions. We did step away from the puddle and a young guy ran up and hosed it down. This is a fun place and we're still on the dock.

"Hi," she said. "My name is Amolina. I'm the guest services director. My sincere apologies that the managing director is not here, but for some reason they quit suddenly and left on the last plane."

"Tell me about yourself," said Greta, drawing her out. Who is this Greta and what have they done with my soulmate?

Somehow that got me a light slap from Greta and Amolina. I used a hand for each of them and tweaked a nipple. Hard.

Slap me will you. Oh, I pushed them both over. Who knew Greta liked a little pain?

She laughed and lightly slapped me again. Then Amolina did.

The other nipple. Harder. I had to stop to support them to keep them from falling. The guy had to come back and hose off the deck. Then he just stayed. Well, probably a good plan, dude. Greta cocked her head, looking at him. She walked over to him. Who is this girl? I saw her stick out her hand and walked over to them.

"I'm Greta," she said. "Why don't you and your sister take the afternoon off and spend it with us. We'll rock your world. What's your name?" He got a big smile and took her hand. Then his cock bounced. Oh yeah, it had been hard for a bit.

"Timbor," he said. "I would enjoy that but believe I would be out-womaned so to speak. Would you like me to invite a couple more with cocks?" I caught it. Did Greta catch it?

"That sounds wonderful," said Greta. "I so love tits and a cock too."

She was still holding his hand and finally dropped it. Then she gave him a few strokes. Right to the edge.

Then she stopped. Cruel Greta. Although she knows the line not to cross just perfectly.

We do it a lot.

Mostly with Bob.

A lazy, sexy afternoon

My name is Amolina. Just to set the stage, I am about 4'3", flat as a board, and 11. My mom works at the resort too. She's in charge of all the food service. Restaurants, etc. She's damn good at it. She's damn good at a lot of things. It's just Mom, Timbor, and me. My dad was never in the picture. This job has been transformative for Mom. She was a dour woman that life had hit hard.

Now she's happy, sexy, and gets fucked a lot.

A lot. It's a thing here. Timbor is my rock. Especially when he's rock hard. Fucking me. And Mom. Timbor is 13. Mom is Andela and only 33.

Mom likes it.

She was working as a cook in a crappy little restaurant in Athens. I helped out some, in trade for food. We were that poor. If I didn't, I didn't eat. Timbor did too. Julia came in one day with Ruby. A girls' lunch. Of course, I knew who they were. Who the hell didn't? I met them at the door with menus.

"No offense," I said. "But are you sure you want to eat here? It's kind of rough."

"But the food is amazing, isn't it?" said Ruby. "We're supposed to eat here today." I had no idea what she meant, but I sat them at the only table by the window. Then they introduced themselves. To me. Of course, I knew who they were, but damn they were nice. I mean freaking nice.

Nice to look at too. Hey, I like boys, but a fine looking woman is special.

The thing is that the food is good. It's diner food, but Mom makes it amazing.

"What do you suggest?" asked Julia. I looked at them and thought about it and pointed out what I thought each of them would like.

"How did you pick our choices?" asked Ruby.

"I don't know. I can look at people and figure out what they'd like. I can't quite explain it, but I've never been wrong," I said.

Ruby and Julia looked at each other and Ruby nodded, which made Julia smile. I have no idea why. They also seemed inordinately pleased that we had Coke Zero. They had a lot of refills too.

When they were done eating, they had the waitress come get me. Ruby pointed at a chair and I sat down.

"We're going to ask some questions and you don't have to answer, but I think you should," said Ruby. "We understand why you always pick the right meals. For me, sometimes I know things too. Today I know we should have this talk."

"OK," I said.

"How do you like living in Athens?" asked Julia.

"Do you want the polite answer or the truth?" I asked.

"Always the truth, good or bad," said Julia. "That's the only way we know how to do it. The truth in our lives has sometimes been brutal. Now it is not."

"Athens sucks. OK, maybe it is more the circumstances suck. I like the people, it is culturally cool, but the economic situation is horrible, and it is not good for Mom and me," I said. "My brother Timbor either." They seemed surprised I had a brother. And their nipples got hard. I like these people.

"In your dream life, where would you live?" asked Julia.

"An island in the Caribbean, preferably the Bahamas. I love nice weather and we don't have enough. I've always dreamed of the Bahamas," I said.

"What about your mom?" asked Ruby.

I had to think about it for a bit.

"I don't think Mom dreams," I said. "I think she survives."

I could see the sadness in her eyes.

"OK," said Julia. "This is going to sound nuts, but just listen for now. We're opening a new resort in the Bahamas. One of our biggest ever. We have two openings right now. The first is to run everything related to food service. The second is the guest services director, which is a key role reporting to the Managing Director. Essentially they run the day-to-day operations of the resort."

"Well Mom would be amazing in the first job, but the second one isn't a fit for her at all," I said.

"I wasn't suggesting that position was for her," said Julia. Then she smiled. And waited. I have no idea what is going on.

Oh, come on.

"You can't possibly mean me," I said and they both laughed.

"Do you know much about us?" said Ruby.

"Let's see. You're 13. You're married and in a quad relationship. You run a lot of shit, including Inditex, Costco, and Target. You're gorgeous and smart and amazing," I said. I have no idea why I added that last sentence, but it is true.

"What about Belen and Berry?" asked Julia.

"Just as amazing," I said.

"How old?" asked Julia. I had to think for a minute.

"Belen is 11 and Berry is 10," I said.

Then they were quiet.

"You think I can do it? But what about school?" I asked.

"The resort is so big and employs so many people that we have a school on the island," said Julia. "Tell us about your brother."

I think my enthusiasm showed. My nipples get pretty hard. I'm flat. No bra.

"When does your mom's shift end?" asked Julia.

"1800," I said.

"We'll be back," said Julia. "We need to talk. Bring Timbor."

Which somehow ended with us living in a mansion on the beach at a Gamma resort in the Bahamas. I'm a legal adult, run the place day-to-day, make a shit ton of money and fuck.

A lot.

Our afternoon with Greta and Emma was amazing. I'll come back to that though.

Julia asked us to help

She was afraid Amolina might need encouragement. This is Greta. We invited Amolina to dinner and suggested both her brother and mom meet us after at our cottage. Hell yes, we were going to play, but dinner was business. Julia asked us to help. The reason that the MD left was both innocuous and sad. He had received notification that his brother and his wife had been killed. There were three kids.

Sounds kind of familiar, doesn't it? I know Julia is going to step up. I know it.

But the situation left this resort leaderless. We're offering the job to Amolina.

See why we're telling her? We were a little early and sat down and Amolina showed up. Holy shit she looks so cute. She's in a little wrap dress. I know that dress. Pari has that dress.

Amolina looks great in it. And better out of it. She almost skipped into the restaurant. Everyone she passed talked to her and she gave them her full attention. Waitresses. Busboys. Customers. Everyone knows Amolina and clearly likes her. She came over to our table just as our waitress came up. Amolina gave her a big hug and asked how her son was doing. The waitress just lit up and they talked for a moment about his bout with strep.

Some people have the skill. They can know and love everyone. Bob oozes it.

Amolina has it.

She sat down and the waitress immediately brought her a glass of wine. Amolina laughed.

"I'm a little predictable," she said, smiling.

"So how are your powers of prediction these days?" I asked. I'd heard the story. Amolina laughed.

"You want me to guess why we're at dinner?" she said, laughing.

"No," said Emma. "We want you to tell us why we're at dinner." She took a big breath and let it out.

"OK, but what I've been feeling this afternoon may come across as pompous," she said. "We're having dinner for you to offer me the MD position."

"Who is stepping into your old role?" asked Emma.

I was impressed. Amolina just rolled with it and yes, Bob had to explain that the first time.

"Timbor," she said, definitively. "He runs the entire marina already. He also runs the waterpark. He's ready."

"OK, what do you suggest for dinner?" I said. Amolina laughed.

"You're kind of assuming I accepted, aren't you?" she said, still smiling.

"Nope," I said. "You did. You want the job. You're excited about the job."

"How do you know that?" she asked. I pointedly looked at her chest. She looked down at her own erect nipples.

"Damn things give me away every time," she said.

"That's OK," said Emma. "We'll suck on them later."

"That you will," she said, dreamily.

This is a lot more fun than preschool

My name is Cynthia. I am Sindy's daughter. My partner on this project is Keith, Nyle's son. He's an older man. I'm 4. Keith is 5. Our age difference might not be an issue as much as our ages will be.

My mom and Keith's dad work for Morgon. We started the school as soon as it opened. We've done quite well and moved quickly. You may have read that recent events have required many associated with the kingdom to step up and run something. They have gone through the list pretty far. They focused on the companies first, but in Korea, it also included many of the schools. You see they were run by Samsung.

You see where that went.

So Pari recruited the two of us to step in and run the school system. I suppose I should find that insane if I even understood what was going on. Being 4. Yeah, tried that, didn't work.

Nah. She needs help. We help. We're on our way to Seoul right now. They're spread thin on planes too, so we're in an F-81. Nothing like a couple of kids arriving to take over the schools in a space fighter. The funny thing is we'd send it back empty. We don't need to keep it. If we need one, we can fetch one from the pool. Oh no, we might have to wait fifteen minutes for our space plane to arrive.

The horrors.

The good news. No, the really good news, is that the schools were not affected by the arrests. The educators were educators. Good people all around. Our job wasn't to run the schools. It was to help them move to our curriculum. That's one of the reasons we were a good choice. Every time they balk at kids doing more, I'll just scream 4! Then I'll remind them that we are not aberrations. We're the norm.

We landed on the new tower H in the Samsung apartment complex in Seoul. Bob had insisted we use the family apartment. He mentioned that most of the rooms were in the app and we'd enjoy the visitors. I went in and flagged the apartment as preferring families with children 6 and below.

Seriously. You expected me to get along with just Keith? I love Keith but come on.

We might be engaged though. We decided we would hold off marriage until age 6. Now I wonder if that meant when he turns 6 or I turn 6.

I might be on a tangent.

When I turn five

I want to get married now, so of course my answer is the earlier of the two choices. This is Keith, of course. We're all settled into the apartment. I admit that Cynthia and I are excited. BJ and CJ are coming to visit for the weekend. I'll bet you barely remember them. Chloe and Ben's kids. Twins, like darn near every other family in the inner circle. Am I right? Fun friends. I love that they're coming by themselves. They're 4. That's old enough, right? It is! Isn't that cool?

Now this chapter may be a rehash of others that are similar. We're just a bit younger. After all, Pari is 11. Then again, Morgon is 8 and is pretty well-known. We're on our way to our first meeting. The education system is run by a woman named Chin-sun. Hopefully she's qualified and we can go home.

And get married.

Alas, it was not meant to be. Yet. We arrived at the main school administrative offices, which were within walking distance of the apartment. You're expecting we had challenges at the security desk, but we didn't. So many kids were spread around Korea running things that very few people were surprised by us all. Rylee and Bob own damn near everything of value in the country now. We were good until we got to Chin-sun's office.

Holy shit that woman is offensive.

Seriously offensive. Refused to even meet with us once she saw us. She used words that were too strong for our delicate ears. OK, you're laughing, but you get my point. She was shouting at anyone that would listen and most were clearly embarrassed. I turned to the young woman that was her administrative assistant.

"Who is her next in command? We will meet with them first. Our goal is to quickly choose the long-term leadership," I said, ignoring Chin-sun's rant. Although her rant stopped as soon as she heard me speaking to her assistant Mi-hi.

In Korean. Come on.

"You speak Korean?" said Chin-sun. I so wanted to deal with her but prefer to give people a second chance. Not a third.

"Of course, we speak Korean. It would have been ludicrous to send anyone to Korea to help out that didn't," I said.

"You have hundreds, if not thousands, of people in Korea," she said. "They all speak Korean?" Now I was getting exacerbated.

"It is one of the first dozen languages we learn," I said. She looked shocked.

"You know a dozen languages," she said. I admit, we both laughed.

"I said first dozen," I said. "If you continue to underestimate us, then this is going to continue to go poorly."

She was quiet for a moment.

"I apologize. Profusely. It is just so confusing. I have a daughter, Soo, who is 3. We are really struggling with her. She's disruptive and barely talking," said Chin-sun. "You speak multiple languages fluently. I suppose I am a bit jealous."

We were both quiet for a moment.

"Where is Soo right now?" asked Keith. My thought too.

"Downstairs in the daycare, but they're close to expelling her," said Chin-sun, clearly with sadness.

"Let's go meet her," said Keith, with a smile. Chin-sun looked confused but led the way. We took the elevator down to the first floor and down a locked hallway that Chin-sun badged us through. We went into the daycare center and it was like a morgue. The kids were sitting quietly and not really doing anything. They were basically expected to sit quietly for extended periods of time.

I would have climbed the wall. Chin-sun went over and got Soo and came back over to us.

"Hi Soo," I said. "My name is Cynthia, and this is Keith. We're here to help your mom but wanted to see what you thought of the program here."

"What program?" said Soo. "We sit on our asses and are supposed to be quiet. It sucks. I get in trouble because I can't stand it. I could do so much more. Please tell me you're going to implement your programs."

I looked at Chin-sun and she was standing there looking shocked. I turned to her.

"Did you ever just ask her what the problem is?" I asked. It took Chin-sun a moment to respond.

"The school told me she was non-verbal!" said Chin-sun.

"Well, it looks like we're starting with preschool," said Keith. He reaching into his messenger bag and pull out a small binder. He leafed through it and pulled out a small card, the size of a business card. He handed it to the school director, who was as confused by Soo as Chin-sun is.

"This site has your new curriculum. The password is on the card. We will stop back tomorrow to answer questions. We suggest you copy that and share it with anyone with contact with the children," said Keith. He pointed at the white board.

"Is that a smart board?" he asked. The director nodded. She hadn't even introduced herself, so we did. For some reason she was surprised we were leading the school system. What's up with that? I laughed because Soo took the card out of her hand and went over to the laptop and fired up the website and signed in. She was looking at the laptop screen, but we could see it on the smartboard. All the kids were focused on the screen. Soo went through it quickly, highlighting the key points. I have to admit I loved her summary. The director, Yun Hee, and Chin-sun were just standing there stunned.

"This is wonderful," said Soo. "But we'll blow through this material in weeks."

"No, you won't," I said. "Go to the next steps page." She brought it up and it had a table of contents. Soo laughed.

"So, our program goes all the way through our choice of several PhD programs," she said. She looked out at the class.

"I'm issuing a challenge. Who believes they can get their PhD before me?" asked Soo. She waited out the class and finally one boy stood up.

"I'll take the challenge," he said.

"He doesn't speak at all!" whispered the director. He heard it and turned.

"Of course I do, but you talked at me, not to me. What was the point?" he said.

The class all laughed and nodded. Wow.

"OK, Bora," said Soo. "Challenge accepted."

"What's the payoff?" asked Bora.

"I'm sure we'll find something pleasurable," said Soo, with a smirk. The entire class laughed.

The adults had no idea what she was talking about. Keith and I did. I invited them all for a sleepover. It was going to be legendary.

Finally

Soo here. I finally met people like us. All the kids in the damn school. Supervision isn't quite as tight here as other places, so we knew each other really well. I don't go into the details, since it isn't appropriate for kids our age, but you can enjoy imagining it all.

Bora and I finally settled on a bet. If I won, he had to marry me on my fourth birthday. If I won, I had to marry him on his fourth birthday. Since we were born in the same hospital on the same day, it was a pretty fair bet.

But would someone please tell Cynthia and Keith to go ahead and get married? Oh wait, that can be me.

"You should get married now," I said, in Swahili. The director stared at me again. Hey, I spent the weekend with Cynthia and Keith. We all did. We all speak a dozen or more languages. We did come up for air some, you know.

We really enjoying fucking with all the teachers now. No, not literally. Yet. Given how many were under 18 now, we only have a few years to wait. I'm sure applying for an exception soon.

Anyway, we're good enough to switch languages with each sentence. It's great fun.

Let's back up though to our sleepover. She told us to meet her early Saturday and that we would be home Sunday night. She said we were leaving the area, but that we would have chaperones that our parents would accept. They did have to approve of the Dionysus rules, but all our parents did immediately. We all went home with a pitch on why they should. All the parents were so freaked out that we could give a decent pitch that they agreed.

My family got there right on time at 0900. Cynthia and Keith were waiting outside the lobby, where there is a big circle turnaround. Suddenly the sky darkened, and a plane settled into the circle. The E-82 is pretty recognizable now.

As are the two pilots that just came down the stairs. Queen Amy and King Bob.

Yep. Thinkin' the parents will approve. And yes, colloquialisms are within my language skills. The funny thing is the only expression all the parents had was a combination of lust and disappointment.

I think they like these new rules. Amy suggested that rather than immediately going home, the entire parent group would be welcome to use the family apartment for a bit.

Which is a Dionysus consulate. The last view we saw before we took off was all of our parents heading into the building.

With all of our older siblings.

Dayum.

I should mention that two more E-82 planes landed too. One flown by Princess Jessica and one flown by Prince Bill. Why not! We all loaded on board. There are about 60 of us total, so we almost filled the planes, but they'd brought some other chaperones too. You may know them, but they were new to us. Nylah and Colby, who we all know. BJ and CJ, who are twins too. The most amazing was Nan. Freaking Nan. Nobel prize winning Nan.

Who is sexy as all get out. Let me tell you. Then again Bill and Jessica. Oh hell, all of them are smoking. They told us that we have two modules and we're doing the sleeping bag thing. Fine by me. I won't be alone in mine, but still fine by me.

They didn't actually tell us what a module is and where it is, but when we all floated out of our seats, we got an idea. The Space Station.

Nope.

The moon. We're going to the freaking moon.

Yippee. Yes, I know yippee too.

We docked and all got off into two modules that were mostly empty. Apparently they had added them for us. That's cool but come on. What a great school field trip. I'm going to suggest it. In fact, right now. I walked over to Queen Amy and King Bob, who was standing with Cynthia and Keith. That's when we all found out that Amy had granted us an exception for the entire weekend, but only with each other. That apparently included all our chaperones.

No, not Bob and Amy. They're not actually our chaperones. The others I mentioned are. The oldest of which is Nan at 6. The funny thing is we're all so young that this is the end of that part of the entry. No details. We'll just leave it that the weekend was truly exceptional and educational. Feel free to imagine anything you want. I am glad that our preschool program includes an exercise curriculum. Some of the things we did were really athletic.

I'll finish this story because I came into the conversation when they four of them were discussing who should be running the school systems in Korea. They'd made a bid for the whole thing and it had been accepted. Cynthia and Keith were making an impassioned plea for someone, but I didn't catch who. The argument seemed to be about their age. Given Cynthia is 4 and Keith is 5, and they run everything now, who the hell could they be considering?

I think they actually finished their conversation in their heads because they just smiled at each other for a bit. We can all do it, so I'd be surprised if they couldn't. But why wouldn't they let me hear?

Oh. Come on. Seriously? Come on. Well. Maybe. Damn.

That's when I started laughing, which caught their attention.

"Mom would work for me," I said. They all smiled back. This is where they tell me I am being silly.

That is not what they told me.

Oh. Seriously? Come on. Well. Maybe. Damn.

"Yes, she would," said Cynthia. "Is that a problem?" I thought about it for a moment.

"No," I said. "If I'm running the whole country, she's a regional leader, so we should be good. She's very good at what she does and will be even better now that she understands what we can do. Or at least some of what we can do."

There is so much more to this story. Cynthia suggested we put it into another entry. Mostly because it was distracting me, and she and Keith had other ideas for me. More personal ideas.

Fuck yeah.

A real starship

Leslie here. I was on my way to meet with Nan, Tegan, and Lawrence. Now that was a fun group. I had an idea and they were the trio to talk to about it. They were already on Vino working on something, so I was running over. Hunter came with me for no other reason than we hadn't spent enough time together. Our trip to Mars and Jupiter had been wonderful since the three of us actually got to be together. I did miss that about college. Oh, and I just wrote about going on a trip to Jupiter. Weird doesn't even cut it. Imagine, Mars was the first planet we visited. Jupiter was the second.

We landed on Vino in my F-81 and wandered into Lawrence's office. We found the three of them in a conference room arguing. Loudly. It appeared Nan was on one side and Tegan and Lawrence were on the other. Oh, Hunter is with me. No particular reason but come on. Hunter. Hallie didn't want to come. Not sure why.

"There is no way we could generate enough power with ion tech," said Nan. "It would consume too much CO2. We couldn't replace it fast enough."

"I agree," said Tegan, to Nan's clear surprise. "You're not listening to me. Shut up and listen." That got a laugh out of Lawrence who got a glare from Nan.

"Our process requires crystalized carbon. In other words, diamonds. Now that's not a huge deal because we have successfully been harvesting moons and our supply is huge. I agree we could use that as a power source for a long time, but it is destructive, and the quantity required for this project would be too great. My suggestion is two stages. We still use the diamonds as a source of carbon but through an ion stage to amplify it. That reduces, I believe, the volume of carbon required and as a byproduct produces oxygen. By my calculations it results in a factor of over a thousand times improvement. In other words, enough to accomplish the goal."

Nan looked thoughtful. Hunter, Lawrence, and I were smart enough to keep our mouths shut. The two girls sat down at a computer and were reviewing complex math formulas. They were talking softly, and we really couldn't hear but they were happy with each other again. We got that hint when they started kissing. After a short while they came back.

"I think it works too. Her math is brilliant. Better yet it leverages the existing drive infrastructure. We can take the existing IS drive and with trivial modifications feed it into the ion drive. We can have it done this afternoon and do an unmanned test tomorrow," said Nan. The look on Lawrence's face was priceless.

"Tomorrow," he croaked. "Let me see the math."

"OK but you may not understand it," said Tegan. I thought that was kind of mean but Lawrence immediately agreed with her.

Hunter and I sat on the couch to wait them out. It was a couch. Hunter is sexy. We found a way to fill the time.

OK, details. It's not like I could explain the math. I give them credit that we're in the back fucking and they're workin' away. Hunter is magical. In some ways I consider him my first. Not literally, but maybe spiritually. Can you be spiritual about sex?

I think you can. They seemed in it for the long haul, so Hunter was slow and easy. He cupped my breast and kissed me and that was all it took. Faster than he expected, so just rolled off the couch onto his knees, with his shorts around his ankles and moved forward in a weird tiny crawl. His shorts were in the way. We broke up laughing and then he slid right in and my laugh turned into a moan.

Hot damn he is good at this. Nan walked over just as Hunter pulled out, startling him. He turned towards her.

And just covered her with cum. Lots and lots of cum.

Nan looked right at me.

"This is an extraordinary amount of ejaculate," she said, in a pitch perfect mimic of Leonard Nimoy. She dropped to the carpet, on her back, and Hunter and I dove right in. I focused on her tiny little nipples and Hunter on her gorgeous little pussy. We were getting her pretty clean when suddenly she sat up, pushed Hunter over, and crawled up his legs and just hammered herself down on his now hard again cock. You know we all have blanket permission for everyone in our extended family and you damn well know that includes Nan.

Lawrence and Tegan walked up, holding hands, with Aja, just as Nan lifted up and off. Hunter sprayed everyone. Every. One.

"OK," said Lawrence. "Let's go build it." He started to head out of the room. Dripping an extraordinary amount of cum. I cleared my throat.

"I know you're aware we are here," I said.

"Yes, yes but let us get this started. Come with us," said Lawrence. We went down the hall into the lab and Tegan explained what she wanted to the two techs. Who I am pretty sure noticed that we were all naked and cum covered.

I never did learn their names, but we all went in cum covered and we all went out saliva covered. A nice trade.

Then Tegan swept out of the room and headed back to Lawrence's office. If I understood her, they were doing exactly what I came to discuss.

"So, what can we do for you?," asked Lawrence. Hunter laughed. Yeah he had figured it out too.

"Let me make sure I understand what you're doing because I think it is what we came to ask you to do," I said. "I wanted you to adapt the interstellar drive to our starship." This time Tegan snorted.

"Well your starship is heading back to Mars right now," said Tegan.

Oh that's right it was.

"So, what were you talking about just now," I asked.

"Oh, you're on the right track. We are just not installing it on the little starship," said Nan. "The new one is ready."

Little? Did she just say little? The starship to which she was referring was a mile long. The little one.

"You already built a bigger one?" I asked. How did I not know?

"You approved us building a second ship. Didn't you read the entire proposal?" asked Lawrence.

"Apparently not," I said. "How big is it?"

"Well it is dimensionally different. While this one can be a ship or sub too it is optimized for space travel. The shape is a little boxier. It slows it down on the planet although not by much. It isn't stealth though," said Lawrence. "But for space it is perfect. It is all antigrav drives so no need for wings."

He stopped there. I just raised my eyebrows and he laughed.

"Well, think a long squared off cylinder with a point. Kind of a rocket shape. Or maybe a building on its side. A little over 1,500 meters in diameter and just about 5,000 meters long," said Lawrence. I think my jaw dropped. No, I know my jaw dropped.

"A mile by over three miles," I said.

They all had to think about it for a bit. They all grew up with the simplicity of metric.

"Yeah that's about right," said Nan.

"Has it flown yet?" I asked.

"Oh yes," said Lawrence. "Extensively. It is much faster. It can do a lap to Mars and back in 3 days. Even with what we are proposing most of the travel would be with the ion drive."

It could lap Mars in 3 days. Wait. Even I could do that math.

"That's a million and a half kilometers an hour," I said.

"It peaks at about 2 million," said Lawrence. "Takes a bit to get there and we hung around Mars for a bit. We have sent it unmanned much farther but just the Mars lap with a crew." I have got to be better with briefings.

They were busy so Hunter and I had a quiet afternoon together. We played on the beach and scooted around on waverunners. The four of them came over for dinner and we went out on the boat. In this case a 187. Being us, we had brought ribeyes and lobster tails with us. We cooked it all up and had quite a feast floating out on the Atlantic.

"So where is this huge thing?" I asked. Lawrence laughed.

"He has been waiting all evening for you to ask that," said Nan. The boat jostled a little on a wave.

Holy shit. It blotted out the sun. It came up from the water off our bow. It was taller than any skyscraper and just as wide. I couldn't even see the other end. As I watched, a giant door opened in the side.

"It has a garage big enough for a 187?" I asked.

"Oh sure. This fits easy," said Lawrence. He went to the upper controls and guided us in. He set us on hover at a clearly defined spot. The giant door closed, and the water drained out and we settled down onto support beams. Huge arms like cranes came up and over the sides and latched us down. At least that was my assumption and Tegan confirmed it. The garage we were in was huge. This giant yacht was dwarfed. I looked over the side and by my math even the 689 would fit. No three of them would fit. Head to tail. Easily.

Sideways. Well it was 1,500 meters wide. Yep. That's what I typed. I couldn't really even see the other wall.

Wow. We just keep exceeding the impossible.

"So, when can the interstellar drive be tested?" I asked.

"A couple hours ago. We sent it to Kepler-1638b. We figured it was safest to go pretty far," said Tegan.

"How far is far?" asked Hunter.

"2,500 light-years," said Nan. "It worked perfectly. We need to explore more though. We're building unmanned scout ships now. We can't see very far from here, so we're going to send them to look around farther and farther away. They cloak, of course. Kepler-1638b, for example, wasn't inhabited and if it was the inhabitants would be odd, given the super-gravity. So, we looked around a bit. We found a new solar system around a star we named Tenan. Yeah, yeah, what can I say. Tenan has twin planets in the habitable zone that orbit their sun completely opposite of each other. We're not sure they're even aware the other one exists. In fact, we're pretty sure they're not. One of the planets is what we would call medieval. Not a ton of development, so think around 500 AD. The other planet is more advanced than we are, in some ways, although we don't think they've developed space travel like we have. They might be aware of their sister planet just with gravitational math."

"You learned all that this afternoon?" asked Hunter.

"Well we did spend quite a bit of time fucking," said Tegan. Well sure.

"What about manned travel? No point in all this if the crew can't go," I asked.

All three laughed.

"The planets seemed pretty nice to us," said Tegan.

"You went," I said. The all just nodded.

"We said we spent time fucking. We didn't say we fucked here," said Nan. "Although I don't think the rules should apply on new planets, do you?"

"Yes," we all said. Tegan got jinx out first, so, well, we all made out for a bit.

"Fuck," said Nan. "Or no fuck, I guess. I need a cock."

And she got up and walked out. She came back in moments later with Rollo, damn near dragging him.

And then they fucked. It was fun to watch, although Lawrence took the opportunity to pleasure me and Hunter did the same with Tegan.

"I need to be freaking 9," muttered Nan.

"It is worth the wait," shouted Tegan, in mid-orgasm.

I admit, I thought there should be an exception for Nan, but Mom and Dad dug their heels. No 9-year-old exceptions. Period. You had to respect their opinion given the line of people that would be outside their house that were under 9 if they did. Seriously, they don't do it and they know that they would personally be the biggest beneficiaries.

Then again, there are millions of 9-year-olds that would drop their shorts for Mom and Dad.

We have some serious fun.

Tomorrow we're going to orbit Tenan and look at both planets.

Well they look like planets

I expected this to be cooler. Hunter here. We're in orbit around Tenan, and moving pretty fast, so we'd cross both planets. They sent drones down into the atmosphere, but honestly we could have stayed home and watched the video. I'm not saying traveling all these light years isn't cool, especially when travel takes an instant.

There just wasn't much to see from space. I wandered around the ship, after making sure I had my watch on. Hey, it is huge. If I get lost, I want them to be able to find me. It's freaking three miles long by a mile wide. That's big but think about it. It is also a mile tall. I had to ask how many decks there are, and it differs by which part of the ship you're in. The living quarters are the most cramped, but even those have 25 foot ceilings. Even simple math says 200 stories. Aja told me that it was only 179, because some are taller. Taller than 25 foot ceilings. Did I mention Aja went on the walk with me? Yeah, she has her watch too. She tells a hilarious story of getting lost before all the communications were installed. It took her four days to find her way out.

I'm not sure she tried that hard. The full story has all four of those days pretty full of pretty passionate sex with a lot of people Aja had just met.

You might never make it home, but you were having fun.

Telling me those stories as we walked had a visible effect. I'm back in shorts and a t-shirt, but come on, loose shorts, commando. Aja noticed and laughed.

"Seems like we should do something about that," said Aja.

"Your wish is my command," I said. She just pushed me down onto the carpet, right there in a big main hall, and pulled off my shorts. She's in a uniform romper and just pulled it to the side and dropped right down on me. She was leisurely bouncing as people walked by. Some just ignored us. Some stopped to watch. Aja introduced me to everyone that passed. Some she knew. Some were new to her too.

What an introduction. Did I mention that I'd pulled the top of her romper down and am playing with her nipples? I did laugh, because almost half joined in the fun in some way. A lot of cocks were offered to suck. Some to Aja, some to me. Aja told them all to cum on us. She did stand up long enough to take off the romper.

I have a spectacular view.

As load after load showered down on us, some people would take a swipe with their finger or tongue. One young woman, Xita, dropped right down onto my face and I sucked out some pretty tasty cum. Three, maybe four different tangs.

"Five," said Xita.

Well sure.

Eventually I couldn't hold off and Aja settled down and I shot spurt after spurt into her. She hopped up and a drop oozed back out and dripped onto my cock.

She pulled me up. That woman is strong. She picked up her romper and walked a few paces and put it into a laundry chute.

It seemed like a good idea, so I did too, and we finished the tour naked and cum covered. By the time we finished and met them all back on the bridge, we were no longer covered with cum.

Don't ask about saliva.

We popped back to Earth orbit, then ended up doing a quick lap around Mars. Before we left Earth orbit, Hallie joined us. Yes, it is easy to land your E-82 on the starship in space.

This shit is nuts. Really nuts. Imagine every crazy space movie you've ever seen, and it is on this ship. The docking bay is enormous. I walked into it to meet Hallie and ended up taking a golf cart to where she parked her plane. I passed at least a dozen C-80 planes, and a hundred or so other planes. Lots of F-81 fighters, but plenty of E-82 business jets too. Freaking huge. I don't know why Hallie was at the other end, but the new golf carts are hilarious. No wheels and tires at all. It just floats. Always. It would be too low to get into if it settled down, although I am told that skids would deploy. They pointed out that as long as it is floating, it is converting CO₂ to O₂ and that's a good thing.

Weird.

I pulled up just as Hallie came down the stairs. I got out and she ran and jumped into my arms and started smothering me with kisses.

"I've missed you so much," she said, laughing.

"I know," I said. "It's been hours."

Ok, maybe not a long time but I love my sissy/wife.

She was still holding on to me, with her legs wrapped around my waist. Oh no, that meant my hands were on her cute little ass.

Darn it.

"You know this shit is weird, right?" said Hallie. "We grew up in Clearwater, to a pretty normal family, and not that long ago. I just flew my space plane into the docking bay of the larger Starship that Leslie's team built."

I just smiled at her. One of my better smiles. She laid her head on my shoulder and I held her up while she just vibrated through one hell of an orgasm.

Finally, she lifted her head again.

"Do you know what I realized?" said Hallie. "If Mom and Dad weren't at the forefront of open-minded thinking, we might still be in Clearwater, going to old school high school."

"So, it was sex at a young age that got us here," I said. She smiled.

"Yep," said Hallie. "Pretty damn good sex too. It is life changing. I knew since we were little that we should be together, but it was just one of those can't ever happen things. Then we met Leslie. I knew the instant I saw you two together that you were going to get married. I was going to lose you. And my feelings for Leslie were as strong as my feelings for you. Then Bob bought a fucking island and here we are. Bob's your uncle. OK, not literally, but you know the expression."

"I think that observation deserves a kiss," I said.

"More than a kiss," laughed Hallie. "If you have any more in you. You've been with Aja, Leslie, and Lawrence all day."

"You know I saved some for you," I said, softly.

"And I love you for it," said Hallie. Then she gave me one hell of a kiss. Mind blowing. She edged me, really close, and then broke the kiss and dropped down to her feet.

"I'm not wasting that," said Hallie.

We can't have me waste one. We got in the cart and rode and rode until we got to the elevator.

"This thing is freaking huge," said Hallie.

"Tell me about it," I said. "We parked a 187 inside and it might as well have been a rowboat. A billion and a half cubic meters. I did the math. it is about 1,600 Empire State buildings."

"And it can jump," she said.

"Oh yeah," I said. "It can also do a round-trip to Mars in 3 days. Which we're going to do. With an entire crew. OK, a small crew, but there is a reception in about an hour."

"Followed by an orgy," said Hallie, with a smile.

"Isn't that implied?" I asked and she laughed again.

"Why, yes it is," she said, smiling me right to that edge again.

"Cruel," I said.

"You love it," said Hallie. "You know your next cum is in me, followed by one on me."

I can live with that.

Particularly given the choices of people that would lick it off.

I do like Aja. Everyone does!

You gotta start with a reception

Aja here. We're going to do a spin around Mars. Just a little three-day cruise. The fastest technology that the US has, which was an unmanned probe, would take 39 days.

Each way.

This is some cool shit. At least it isn't a 3-hour cruise. We all know what happened with that. Surely you know the reference. If not, google three-hour cruise.

You can learn all about the Professor and Mary Anne.

Now I'm on board, but not the Captain. I started to say I was the ranking member on board, but it isn't true. That's Leslie. There are only 38 of us on board this entire giant Starship and that's 38 more than required to actually run the Starship. We set the beginning and ending coordinates, which were both the same and off we went. We all just had jobs to check things out. Everyone was working, including me. We each had a part of the ship to inspect. Our areas overlapped, on purpose. We had a standing rule for inspections. If you crossed paths with someone that was doing an inspection too, then it was break time.

You get what we do on breaks, right?

But for right now, we're having a reception. It is a wear one thing party. You read about one on the space station with Bob. I believe the person that understood the rules the best wore a headband.

And only a headband.

I'm wearing a ring. Yep, just a ring. You're envisioning some nice diamond ring on my finger.

Nope. Just a simple gold stud. Through my left nipple. It is so damn sexy.

And it was my one item. I walked into the reception, which is at the Bar on the top of the ship. Really, a recreation bar with pool tables and games and more that is truly at the top of the ship under the dome. It is very cool. The entire floor is wrestling room mat, but there are tables and lounges.

And a few big beds. We encourage a healthy sex life, right? I managed to be the last one there and it was a little embarrassing. I'd gotten lost. I walked in and the clothes were hilarious. Hunter is wearing a sock. One sock. The left one. Which is handy because Hallie is wearing the right one.

Xita is wearing a belt. Just a belt. Rollo and Leslie appear to be naked. What's up with that?

Lawrence is wearing the other nipple stud. Mine is in my left nipple. His is in his right.

We have a chain that connects us sometimes. Lawrence is wearing the chain and it is dangling. I walked over and picked up the chain and connected the other end to me.

You would have too. I did turn to Rollo and Leslie.

"You're supposed to wear one thing," I said. "You're both naked. Not that I mind."

"I'm not naked at all," said Leslie. She turned around and I still didn't see anything.

"You have a great ass, but you're still not wearing anything," I said.

"Sure I am. My hair is in a ponytail," said Leslie, who then smiled at me. I didn't get my eyes closed in time and damn near passed out. I'm still vibrating.

"A ponytail," I said. She started to smile again, but I clamped my eyes shut.

Hallie didn't in time. Or didn't even try. I gave Hunter credit. He quickly put his arms around her to hold her up. I think her eyes briefly rolled up into her head. Cruel, Leslie.

"What about you?" I said to Rollo. He pointed down at his very hard cock. His very nice, very hard cock. The dude is ripped now.

I enjoyed the view but didn't see clothing. Wait. Oh, come on.

"Your article of clothing is a cock ring?" I asked. He gave me a big smile. I barely managed to keep from cumming. Rollo is a hunk.

"Sure," he said. "And it is working too."

OK, I admit, he is hard and engorged. I reached over and took hold of his cock and led him over to a lounge. By his cock. I pushed him onto his back and climbed right aboard. Just then Lawrence walked up. I think I love the lug. No, I know I love the lug.

I leaned way over onto Rollo. That made Lawrence smile really big. Why?

Because it is a great position for DP. Rollo in the front, Lawrence in the back.

And apparently Hunter in my mouth. Ain't that a happy turn of events. I was disappointed because Hunter pulled out before he came. He laid down right next to Rollo and Hallie climbed on board.

Then Leslie sat on his face. There is a lot going on. My senses were completely overloaded, and it didn't help that another cock slipped between my lips. I haven't even met this crewman yet!

Except for his cock. I've met his cock. They timed it pretty well and all three just covered me with cum.

"It is time to clean up the Admiral!" shouted Leslie. For the next 90 minutes, I got licked clean. No, people aren't that slow.

Just as I got clean, someone else would cum on me.

Darn it. OK, not darn it.

I like this crew.

I'm also tired. 'night.

Oh, and Xita is the captain.

My first night

Life is pretty complicated, but I promised to tell the story. This is Berry. I really expected to feel over my head, but overall, it is going pretty well. Our first day club sure is having fun, but I'll come back to that too.

My first day was insane, what with our cheesy competitor. I took a little nap and then came back in. I wanted to meet the people on the nightshift too. I came in late. After the rush. Around 0100.

I admit, security was on it. I tried to walk into the casino, and they stopped me in a heartbeat.

"I'm sorry young lady, but you're too young to be in the casino. Shouldn't you be in bed?" asked the young man. I stuck out my hand.

"My name is Berry. I am the new Managing Director of the casino," I said. His face ran through so much. Disbelief. A little anger. A lot of surprise. Acceptance.

"A pleasure to meet you, boss," he said, taking my hand.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Nicolas," he said, in a sexy French accent. His smile was infectious, but I was feeling snarky. Sometimes I am!

"Just to be clear," I said. "You may have missed a briefing. Everyone is allowed in the casino. We do not believe in limitations like that."

"I admit I must have missed that. I was, however, quite diligent in the briefing on can but don't have to. I have a short break coming up," said Nicolas. "Perhaps we could spend it in your suite? I assume you have a suite?"

Well sure. You have to reward attention to the important parts of the briefing. I suggested we meet at 0200. He was up for that and it looks promising. I did tell him that I had more people to meet, so we likely wouldn't be alone.

His cock bouncing appeared to be agreement.

I walked around the casino and made a lot of observations. What had likely been upscale when the casino was built is now closer to tacky. Gold leaf that wasn't perfect. Lots of use of burgundy and deep green. Just 1950s schtick. Or earlier. Certainly not this millennia. I used the new thought dictation to make notes as I walked along. I came upon a rousing craps table. I was going to have to do something about alcohol and gambling. Yes, the house is probably cleaning up, but we only want to win when the people are unimpaired. I took discrete photos of two of the players, with my earrings, to speak to them tomorrow. I'm betting it needs to be later in the day, given they are going to be seriously hungover.

I thought I'd play a little. I can return the winnings to the house. Or keep it. Really whatever I want. It is not like the amount I'll win will matter and the guests appear to love it, from my thirty minutes of play during the day. The nice thing about craps is that my winning isn't at the expense of other players. I walked up and asked for a $10 million chit. The croupier smiled and passed me a small piece of paper to sign. I admit, it stopped play for a minute when she passed across my chips. It wasn't a very big pile, but each chip is worth a fortune.

I don't bet small. I pushed a million dollar chip onto the Pass line. The best odds in the house. Traditionally around 1.4% to the house. We made the pass/don't pass break even. We're nice like that.

First roll and I won. I let it ride and kept winning until there was a stack of chips totaling $64 million dollars. The croupier even waited for me to take the chips off and I just smiled and nodded.

And lost.

It happens. The table gasped. Not literally the table. The people around it. That would be weird if the table gasped. A woman standing next to me looked at me.

"That was $64 million," she said, in English. American English.

"Yes," I said. What more could you say?

"$128 million or nothing. You gave up a million," she said.

That's when the croupier snorted. Oh hell, I was waiting her out. She waited me out, but I had all night. Finally, she laughed.

"Introduce yourself to the owner of the casino," she said, to my new friend.

My new friend laughed.

Then moaned. I'll take a good moan any day. Did I mention she was only a couple years older than me?

"Who are you here with?" I asked.

"My dad," she said, in a deeper voice.

"I'm having a little orgy at 0200 in my suite. Would the two of you like to come?" I asked.

"Why, I think we would," she said. I gave her directions to my suite. Then I gave the same directions to the croupier. Hey, young, sizzling hot. I love my job. We were unbalanced though. Two cocks and three pussies. The croupier is Janise, with an S.

Oh. No, we're not. My new friend is Jessee and Jessee has a cock. I already like Jessee.

"Yeah, yeah, cock," she said, laughing. "What's the ratio so far?"

"3 with, 2 without," I said.

"That just won't do," said Jessee. "I'm voracious. Let's go on a cock quest."

Who doesn't like a good cock quest? Surprisingly, we fulfilled our cock quest quite quickly. Say that ten times fast. We rounded a corner and damn near mowed down three men. We actually did knock down the smallest. He laughed and hopped up. Three men. Small, medium, and large. I'm guessing 10, 14, and early thirties. I was close.

"We're so sorry. Welcome to the casino. I'm Berry, the managing director," I said.

"I'm Baki," said the little guy, sticking out his hand to me. He had a great handshake. He repeated his name and stuck his hand out to Jessee.

"I'm Jessee," she said, shaking his hand. Baki didn't make any attempt to hide his scoping out of Jessee's cock. Baki is fun.

"To fill in the blanks," said Baki. "I am 9, but fully capable of large cums. This is my older brother Asif, who is 13 and even a bigger cummer. Our dad Fathi, who is 34 and quite fit for his age. I cannot comment on his ability to cum."

"Bullshit," said Jessee. "You've all fucked each other since you got here." Then Jessee hit him with a smile. Baki laughed.

"I believe the term is busted," said Baki. "But it does mean we do not have one to waste. Our attention would be focused on you."

The kid is smooth. He was also speaking Arabic, which Jessee clearly understood. Jessee and Baki were also both hard. It was a little more obvious with Jessee, given her thin sundress and obvious lack of undergarments.

Which I appreciate.

"We're meeting at Berry's suite at 0200 for a small orgy. Please join us," said Jessee.

"We would be honored," said Baki. "We will be counting the minutes."

We walked on and discussed cock ratio. We were now at 5 to 2.

"That works. I love a train, so we'll find a use for the odd cock," said Jessee.

"And I love DP," I said.

Jessee moaned. I took the opportunity to stroke her cock a little. It bunched up the fabric, showing off her amazing legs. She quickly swatted my hand.

"I haven't cum today and if you don't stop, I'll make a mess of my dress," said Jessee.

"We can't have that," I said. I dropped to my knees and lifted her dress and swallowed her 6-inch (15 cm) thin cock whole. She was right, she didn't last, and I took the load on my face. Right before she came, I pulled down the top of my little romper and then I had her cum on my nipples too. I think I might even be up to nipple bumps now. Hard to tell, covered in that much cum. I let Jessee's dress drop and stood up. Right now, I am wearing the bottom half of my romper and have cum on my face, my chest, and in my hair.

Did I mention we were in the middle of the casino? We had drawn a bit of a crowd. One boy, who couldn't have been much over 5, walked up.

"It appears you are in need of cleanup," he said, in French. "May I be of service?"

"Yes please," I replied, also in French. He took my hand and led me over to a nearby couch and had me lay back. He opened my legs a bit and pulled my romper completely off, leaving me naked and spread wide open.

Why not. He stood between my legs and held out his hand. Sure, the time for introductions.

"I am Sacha," he said. "And to clear things up before we move forward, I am 7. I am hopeful that you would like me to make love to you."

"I believe I would," I said. Why not?

"Before we continue, allow me to introduce my dads, Quentin and Gaston," he said. Holy shit. Let me repeat that.

Holy shit.

"While they are in a committed relationship," said Sacha. "They too have an interest in you and your friend Jessee."

Well me too, Sacha, me too.

"Let's do this," I said. "Why don't you do a little cleanup, then we'll adjourn to my suite where others are joining us."

He didn't respond. He leaned down and licked a huge stripe of cum from my left nipple.

And kissed it to Jessee. Yep. Loving my new job. Let me fast forward to 0200. I'd better catch you up on the attendees.

Nicolas, the security guard. He's about 6'3", fit, black as coal, and gorgeous. I'll zip ahead a bit and share he has a thick 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock. Uncut.
Janise, the croupier, who is blonde and voluptuous, with uplifted C cups.
Jessee, my new friend, who has dark hair, modest A cups, and a thin 6-inch (15 cm) cock.
Jamee, Jessee's dad, who also has dark hair, is about 5'10", has a short beard, and swings a nice 8-inch (20 cm) thin cock.
Baki, who is small like me, and less than 4'0" tall. He's got a cute 3-inch (8 cm) cock. Uncut.
Asif, Baki's 13-year-old brother, who is about 5'4", thin, and has an impressive thick 7-inch (18 cm) cock. Also uncut.
Fathi, Baki and Asif's dad, who is right around 6'0", quite muscular, and has a thick 11-inch (28 cm) cock. Oh boy. Two really big cocks. Could I? Oh, he's uncut too. I'm a fan of an uncut cock. And a cut cock. OK, I like cock.
Sacha, my cleanup friend, who is 7, about 3'9", skinny, and sports a 4-inch (10 cm) average cock.
Quentin, Sacha's dad and a tall, dark, and handsome Frenchman. He sports a 6-inch (15 cm) average cock.
Gaston, Sacha's other dad. He's also tall, dark, and handsome, including his caramel colored skin. I think I briefly fainted when I saw his 13-inch (33 cm) thin cock.

Oh boy.

A 4 to 1 ratio. I'm liking my odds. Everyone had gathered and we headed towards my suite as a group. One young girl just joined the group. If she was out and about at 0200, then what the hell.

"I'm Lianna," she said, sticking out her hand. Like I wouldn't recognize an Avenger. Damn she's sexy.

"Are you here alone or with your family?" I asked and she laughed.

"Just me. I thought it would be fun," she said.

"Trust me," I said. "It will be."

She pulled me to a stop and kissed me. It was one hell of a kiss. It was a good thing I was naked because I squirted everywhere.

Lianna was going to need a new romper. I was impressed, though. She just shimmied out of it and left it right there on the floor. Jessee laughed and did the same thing with her dress. The three of us walked hand in hand, leading the others. I'm pretty sure they were enjoying our cute little asses.

We are, we are

My name is Baki. Berry told me to tell the story from here. Sure, why not. Lots of cock, but I like cock, so I'm good with it. They sure do have cute little asses. Hell yes, I was right behind them. I was holding Janise's hand. I am not bashful.

We went into her suite, which is enormous, and she led us into the bathroom. All of us. There were two big couches, facing the shower. She expects frequent audiences for her showers. Big audiences. Berry told us to make ourselves comfortable and disappeared for a minute. She came back wearing tiny panties and a little camisole.

"We all need showers and are going to put on a little show," said Berry. She did a little spin and the top drifted up. We got a flash of her cute little ass. She reached in and got the temperature right and then stepped into the shower.

In her clothes. Not much clothes, but when they got wet it might have been the sexiest thing I have ever seen. The top stuck to her nipples and she pulled the panties up into her pussy. Then she pulled the panties to the side a little and fingered herself to orgasm.

Then she finally stripped off the outfit and scrubbed. Everywhere. Bending over a lot, facing away.

I think we all almost came. Berry finally got out and stood in front of us dripping and naked.

"Through that door you'll find outfits for you all," she said.

I think a few people got knocked down in the rush. We got into a room that would have made a huge bedroom but was all a closet. Right at the front were open lockers. Each had an outfit folded or on hangers. Each had a name on them. A carved name in a block of what appears to be red oak. Stunning.

With our names on them. Maybe I'll ask, but for now, I'm getting dressed. I went up to what was my locker. Not only was there an outfit for the shower, there was a freaking suit and tie. I looked at the label and it is a Timmy suit. For me. I have no doubt that it fits too.

What was folded up neatly for me was the exact same outfit that Berry had on. Seriously. Tiny panties and a camisole. The note was clear.

"You will look amazing in this."

I put it on and turned around and every person in the room moaned. I looked down and realized the panties were so tiny that my cock was peeking out of the top.

I do look good. I looked around and darned if everyone wasn't wearing basically the same outfit and they all fit perfectly. If by perfectly you meant two or three sizes too small.

Every cock was peeking out. The sexiest, by far, is Jessee. Those little breasts pushing against her tiny camisole and her hard cock peeking out of the top of her panties.

Good Lord. Being me, I led the way out. Berry was still naked, which we all appreciate.

I darn near came.

We all spread out on the couches and waited for direction. Were we supposed to shower? Berry came up and put a bowl down that had slips of paper in it. She pulled out a paper.

Jamee. Jessee's dad. He laughed and got up and walked over to the shower. He checked the temp and got in. Oh God that's sexy. He played it up well, soaping himself up in his clothes. He pulled the panties to the side and started stroking his cock with a soapy hand. All of the sudden he got a stricken look on his face and jumped out of the shower.

And came all over Berry. A lot of cum. All over Berry.

"Sorry," he said. "I misjudged and didn't want it to go to waste."

"Clean me off," said Berry, in a surprisingly strong voice. Jamee grabbed a towel and started walking to her. She snatched the towel out of his hand and threw it to the side.

"You will clean me off with your tongue and kiss the cum to me," she said, in a voice that was borderline scary.

Jamee did it, while swinging his ass at us. His hard cock and balls were swinging.

We liked it. Finally, Berry was clean, and she came over and sat next to me and waved Jamee to sit next to her. She just casually laid her hands on our cocks. We didn't react and she laughed. She took one of our hands. She put Jamee's hand on her nipple and my hand on her clit.

We can take a hint. She mewed through her first orgasm during Janise and Asif's show. Yes, together. Yes, they fucked in the shower. Yes, he came all over her and cleaned her up. Berry jumped in to help.

My cock is so hard. I won't go through the rest, except mine. And Jessee's. Yes, we were paired together, with Lianna. Which is how I found myself in the middle of a train, fucking Lianna, while Jessee fucked me in the ass.

I came on Lianna and Jessee came on me and we were the last group and an orgy broke out.

It was amazing. I fell asleep about sunrise on the carpet in the closet room. It is the softest damn carpet. For some reason I was lying face down on Jessee. Berry was lying face down on my dad. Oh look, he's still inside her and they're sound asleep.

Best night of my life and Jessee and I have a date for dinner. Win, freaking win.

So much more to tell

There really is, but work, and sleep, intrudes. I'll come back and share more soon.

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