7 September 2020

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Things are moving so fast

I have no clue how all this is happening. Not long ago, I contributed to the team that designed an air vent. Yes, a team. Oh, this is Mariell. Now I am opening a design center in my hometown of Nashtarud, population nothing. In Iran. Heck, our entire county only has about a hundred thousand people.

Did I mention I am learning to fly a space plane? Belen arranged for trainers and let me tell you, they're training me in unexpected things. They're friends of the family and come highly recommended for a lot of things. One of them was their ability to teach me to fly.

They taught me a lot of other things too. They are a lot of fun. They also helped with the interviews. They have a feel for people.

Belen encourages me to tell stories, but it has taken me a bit to get over my natural bashfulness.

MJ and JJ have helped there too. When they're around, our clothes are not. Yes, from DC. They're 10 and 15 and that's OK. Safie and Marduk like them too. Who are 10 and 14.

Which works pretty well since my family had moved in. Oh, they were happy with the no clothes rule too. This had all been transformative to my dad, Armen. OK, yes, that means all the fucking and sucking that our family does now, but also his respect for women.

This is my house. The Master bedroom is mine. They have a wonderful suite, in my home. Now I'm not pushy about it, but Dad fell right into it. Something about seeing him with an apron on, doing the dishes, was just a shock. Hilarious too, given that is usually all he is wearing. His butt shows out the back. We love it.

Marduk really loves it. Which is why last night when I walked into the kitchen, Marduk had Dad bent over the kitchen table, still wearing his apron, and Dad was getting just pounded in the ass.

We're a lot more fun as a family now. Heck, Safie and Marduk are almost always in my bed.

Safie is a force of nature too. She completely took over the hiring process. I was good with that. She even prescreened candidates, but she got frustrated and asked for a meeting with me. I didn't count on Pari showing up.

I had never met Pari, but she is a fellow Persian.

She is also freaking adorable. She walked into the house and found us all in the kitchen. She looked us all over, with a gleam in her eye.

Then she stripped. She made it sexy too. Poor Marduk and Dad were throbbing they were so hard.

Pari is quite accommodating. Which is how Safie, Mom, and I found ourselves watching Dad and Marduk in a nice DP with Pari.

What an introduction to the family.

Then we did the actual introductions.

Well that was fun

I am a sexual being. We all are. Some of us express it more. Hey, this is Dionysus. Most of us express it more. Oh, Pari here.

Mariell introduced her father, Armen, her mother, Jaleh, her 14-year-old brother, Marduk, and her 10-year-old sister, Safie. Safie was jumping up and down.

For me. I realized this because she was chanting. I admit I had been distracted by her bouncing breasts. You would have been too.

She was chanting "We're getting a school."

When you're right, you're right. I was also here to help in the interviewing. You see, we were going to quickly take over the schools and concentrate interviewing there.

More sexy kids, right? OK, I was joking, sort of, but you know how we feel about the abilities of kids. Safie was going to find out. I had already discussed it with Mariell. You see, our school systems have two Presidents. One is the student President. You're thinking I meant Safie as the student President.

Nope. That's going to be Marduk.

Safie was going to be the President of the school system. Only part-time though since her passion is as a designer. Mariell and I were going to give her a choice. She could run the schools and be a designer or she could run a design team.

We all sat around their big kitchen table to talk. It was difficult, given how attractive they all are.

And how naked. Just then a newcomer streaked into the kitchen. I used the word to imply speed, but streaked has another meaning too, and yes, this young woman was quite naked. She skidded to a halt.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know you had guests," said the girl. Safie introduced her best friend Allanah. Allanah is 14-years-old. Allanah is sexy as hell. The few cocks we had at the table all got instantly hard, so my guess is that Allanah was good friends with the family.

"Sit down," I said. "Join us." I looked at Safie and she gave me a subtle nod. I admit I kind of went into interview mode and learned all about Allanah's passion for education and her goal to be a teacher and eventually a principal.

Well, we might have a change of plans. Same play, different day. OK, maybe it wouldn't really be that surprising.

"So, when are we buying the school district, or have you already completed that?" asked Allanah.

"We?" I said.

"If that wasn't an interview, you are really a nosy person," said Allanah. I admit, I laughed. We all laughed.

"I'm assuming you're interviewing me for the student president role," said Allanah.

"Nope," I said. "Offering that to Marduk." That threw her a bit, which I admit, I liked. It clearly pissed her off a little, which I also liked.

"What role were you thinking for me?" she said, in the sweetest damn voice. I admit, I laughed again.

"Nicely passive-aggressive," I said. "Just the right politeness with enough snark to be missed by anyone that wasn't paying attention. Well played."

She turned bright red, all the way down to her nipples. Oh, and her pussy. Well, a good blush, don't you know?

I tried. I really did. I just couldn't. I just died laughing and the good thing is, so did she. Suddenly she sat right up, which I admit I enjoyed. Allanah might be 14, but Allanah has truly glorious D cup breasts. She caught my head just bouncing with them and laughed.

"You're offering me the job of President, not student president," she said. "Ok, I accept."

"That's pretty presumptuous of you," I said.

"Not really. Your questions were all focused on my interest in school leadership. There are a limited number of roles. You could have been thinking of academic dean, but the questions didn't focus there. They were all around a leadership role," said Allanah. "And I am being presumptuous."

Which led to all of us laughing.

"You have an appointment with the school board at 1000," I said. That shocked her a bit.

"I am afraid I do not own appropriate clothes," said Allanah, so sadly. Well, her new salary will fix that. Jaleh jumped up and ran out of the room. She came back in holding the most beautiful dress on a hanger. Very pretty, but very professional.

"This was delivered by courier the first day we moved in. They said to put it in the closet, and I would know when it was needed," she said, handing it to Allanah. Allanah read the tag and nodded.

"That appears to be now," said Allanah. She dropped the dress over her shoulders, and it floated down. Damn that was sexy. Seriously sexy. It settled onto her body and is perfect. Professional, but not hiding her attractiveness. No cleavage showing, but a bodice that flattered her spectacular breasts. Jaleh ran out and came back with a shoe box. Allanah didn't even look at the size.

"Loubi Queens. Christian Louboutin. Nice," she said, slipping them on. Allanah is tall, probably 5'8", and these added a solid 3-inch (8 cm) lift. She stood up and the dress shimmied for a bit.

"Will you marry me?" said Marduk. His eyes were dreamy. I don't blame him.

"Yes," said Allanah. "Let's get the school going first, but I'll move in here if that's OK with everyone."

"Anywhere you want," I said, in a dreamy voice. OK, I am affected too. "My bed, for example. Oh wait, I don't live here. Doesn't matter. Any bed."

Everyone laughed, including Allanah.

"I'll take you up on that," said Allanah. "Usually with Marduk. And Safie."

I think I moaned my answer.

Off to buy me some schools

Do you think anyone we're meeting with will believe I am in Grade 7? I have to say, the combination of the dress with the shoes with my humongous breasts does not shout 14. This is Allanah, in the journal already. Pari and I walked outside and there is a freaking Bugatti Chiron in the driveway. I may not love cars like Safie, but I listen when Safie talks. We've talked about cars for years. We laugh because we both have our Top 10 list of dream cars.

Mine is a Bugatti Chiron. In dark gray, with orange stripes. Just like this one. Now in my dream, it is Super Sport 300+. We walked around to the side.

Hold up. I ran around to the back of the car.

It is a Super Sport 300+.

"This is a damn fine car," I said, to Pari. "Literally my dream car."

"I know," said Pari, pointing me to the driver's seat. "Perfectly appropriate for the president of the school system."

Well that ground me to a halt, faster than these shoes would have liked and I started to fall. Shit. I was goin' down. And then I wasn't. I literally stopped falling and suddenly was falling up and standing again. Like someone rewound the video.

"What the fuck," I said, and Pari laughed.

"I probably wouldn't have shown you that yet," said Pari. "But faceplanting seemed bad."

I'm just going to roll with it.

"I can't drive this," I said. "I'm not legal."

"But you could if you were," said Pari. I laughed.

"I've been driving a farm truck and motorcycles since I was five," I said.

"How handy that you're a licensed driver then," she said. She pointed and sitting on the driver's seat was a handbag. A purse.

A freaking Hermes.

"Your wallet has your license and passport," said Pari.

"My passport," I said. "You just met me."

She just shrugged and I got in. Why the fuck not. I knew where the administration building is, and we drove off.

"This is sex on wheels," I said. Pari laughed.

"I have so much to teach you," she said. Then she smiled at me. I think I am going to cum.

Nope. Right to the edge, and then settled down.

"Well, you are driving," said Pari.

"When we're back home, give me your biggest smile," I said.

"We'll have to work our way up," said Pari. "That smile would knock you out for days right now."

She's kidding. Isn't she?

"Not kidding," said Pari, in a surprisingly serious voice. Which is sexy as fuck.

"OK," said Pari. "The financials are in your bag. When we get here, you'll only have a few minutes to read them, but I know them. In the meeting, ignore me, completely. I'll take notes. If you need help, asking me in your head. All you have to do is think to me and I can reply too."

I laughed.

"Safie and I can do that too," I said. That made Pari happy for some reason. We got there and I looked at the numbers. They're pretty simple. It isn't that big a district. I didn't know what the school district was worth, but this seemed generous, particularly given the plan to replace virtually every school.

Pari says you've read all about these meetings, so I won't bore you. It went well, I didn't have to ask Pari a thing, and I appear to own the school district. The forms were in my handbag. Already signed by Queen Amy.

Well, sure.

As we were leaving, I went up to the receptionist, who introduced herself and was effusive. It had already been announced here in the office.

"I'm hoping you could help me out," I said. "I've missed most of the school day. Could you write me a pass that I was in a meeting here?"

She just stared at me.

"You're a student," she said.

"Yes," I said. I named my middle school.

"In middle school," she said, while staring directly at my tits.

"She has nice tits, doesn't she?" said Pari, which shook the woman out of her daze.

"Um, I wasn't," she said. Pari laughed.

"You certainly were and more power to you. Once the wrestling rooms are built, I suggest you ask Allanah to spend some time with you," said Pari. "Just remember to say please."

She took a big breath and looked at me.

"Once the rooms are built, I would love to spend time with you in one," she said, to me. "Please."

"Sure," I said. Then I flashed her. D cups, remember.

Pari caught her when she fainted.

"Careful there," said Pari. "You pack two pretty powerful weapons." Then we both laughed, as the receptionist came to.

"I can't wait," she said. We made sure she was OK and headed out.

"I didn't get a pass," I said. Pari laughed again.

"Maybe they'll send you to the President of the school system for punishment," said Pari. "I think you're good. You're moving to a self-paced model anyway. You'll only go part-time too. You have a job, you know."

This is confusing. We were sitting in the car by then and Pari hit me with a smile. She took me over, just a bit.

"Did you overshoot or do that on purpose?" I asked. "It was just perfect. Not too little, not too much."

"I don't overshoot. I don't undershoot," said Pari. I have no doubt that it is true.

"Let's get you to school," said Pari.

"Dressed like this?" I said.

"Oh yeah," said Pari. "Oh yeah. This is you now, for school and work. Not every day but set the bar."

"Press the button," said Pari.

"Destination, please," said the car, in Alexa's voice.

I named my school and the fucking car took off.

"My car can fly," I said, as smoothly as I could.

"Yes!" shouted Pari. "Isn't it cool!"

Why yes, it is.

We landed just outside the school and drove in. Pari pointed me to the front of the staff lot.

Reserved for the President of the School District

"That wasn't here yesterday," I said.

"The President of the School District wasn't a student here yesterday," said Pari.

"While that makes sense, the presence of the sign already installed is surprising," I said.

"Isn't it," said Pari, smiling. I closed my eyes and she laughed.

"I won't do it without explicit permission," said Pari.

"Oh, I have no boundaries with you," I said. "But if I close my eyes..."

"Got it," said Pari, laughing.

"You know, this is pretty freaky for a 14-year-old," I said and Pari laughed.

"I'm 11," she said. "Want to trade?"

"Do I get your spot in Bob and Amy's bed?" I asked.

"No," she said.

"Then no, thank you," I said.

"An understandable choice," said Pari. "However, you are welcome to join me in our bed."

"Our bed," I said and Pari laughed again.

"My choices are sleeping with Bob and Amy or sleeping without Bob and Amy," she said.

"Our bed," I said.

"Exactly," she said.

Pari reached into my bag and pulled out two ID cards on lanyards. Staff badges. District staff badges. As in we could just wander in and wave at the desk. Which we did. We walked back to the class I should be in right now. Math. We walked in and the teacher turned towards us. Abzari. He insists we call him by his first name. He is also 23 and smoking hot.

"May we help you?" he said. Pari walked forward and introduced herself and I went and sat in my seat.

"Hi," she said. "My name is Pari. I'm the Minister of Education for the country of Dionysus. We've just taken over the local school system."

OK, that was a moan. I know a moan. Then he turned to me.

"I'm sorry, but we haven't met," said Abzari. "But that is a student's seat. She just appears to be a bit late."

Seriously?

"I've been in this seat every day all year," I said. He just stared at me. They all just stared at me. I'm pretty sure that Kava, who sits next to me, just came in his pants.

"Sorry, Kava," I said. He smiled at me.

"Not sorry," he said. "Are we getting a wrestling room?"

"Yes," I said. He smiled even bigger.

"Would you like to spend time with me in the wrestling room?" he said. "Please."

"Well, you did say please," I said. I am now watching Kava dance around the room a bit. Abzari appears to have lost control of the class.

"That's wonderful news," said Abzari, to Pari. He leered a little and then caught himself. It is really hard to not leer at Pari.

I am sure she gets it.

"I do," thought Pari to me. That would have been handy if I needed it.

Abzari turned to me.

"Is this related to how you're dressed?" said Abzari, to me. Suddenly Paniz, who sits on the other side of me, screamed.

"Those are real Christian Louboutin shoes!", she screamed. She's a little loud.

Pari walked over.

"Wait until she sees your Bugatti," said Pari, which got a lot of weird stares. This classroom couldn't have been better positioned.

Pari pointed out the window. At my Bugatti. I think Paniz fainted. She's my second best friend after Safie. Then again, Kava is in fourth, or tied for third. The four of us have known each other forever.

"Wait," said Kava. "I walked by that sign. It is new. It says it is for the President of the School district."

"Wait him out," thought Pari to me.

"Like I would have done anything else," I thought, to Pari.

To my surprise, it was the teacher that responded.

"You're the perfect choice," said Abzari. "This is your passion. You've shared that all year. You've made more suggestions for improvement than the rest of the school combined. We've implemented every single one of them. Congratulations, boss."

The entire class was agreeing with him. That's when I realized Pari had slipped out.

"Come back to Safie's after school," thought Pari. "We'll celebrate. You can write that up too."

I think that means I close this chapter. God, I can't wait. I'll be back.

I'm off to Dionysus

I didn't even get to go to the last party and now I'm off to Robertville to stay with Morgan and Sophia and take driver's ed!

Now come on, that deserved an exclamation point. This is Serena, by the way.

I just realized. The first party was before Dionysus even existed. How crazy is that.

Focusing on the important things, the only cock available to me in Morgan's house would be Cisco's. Heck, the only pussy for me would be Gabby. She's coming for the second week. Not to dis my sibs, but I can have them any time I want. I'd need to meet people. Lots and lots of people.

They let me read the journal. I have a list.

Starting with the very nice couple that picked us up in Clearwater. Ruby and Tomas. And guess what. That was going to happen in space. Space, space, baby. Maybe I'll redo the song. What the hell would I want ice for?

I'm sure you've read this story before. Agog girl with her brother in space with the two sexiest people in the world.

Might be too long for a porn title. Yes, I am 9. Yes, I know what porn is. Where do you think I get my inspiration? I don't live in a culture of non-stop sex. Oh wait, I go to DUC.

Yes, I do.

I won't bore you with space sex with Ruby and Tomas.

Like I could get away with that.

It involved a lot of laughing. Ruby handed us socks and we stripped and put on the socks. While weightless. You know the term bouncing off the walls? That was us. Finally, we were naked, and the socks were on.

I bent over the couch and wiggled my cute little ass.

And let it be so. Cisco was fucking Ruby, bent over the couch next to me, and Ruby and I kissed through more orgasms than I can count. Then the boys just filled us up.

And traded. Neither one even got soft.

But Ruby is a little cruel. That's when she announced it was time to land. Squish, squish, times 2.

I am OK with that. She did mention there would be plenty of volunteers to lick it all out. Tomas and Cisco both raised their hands and Ruby laughed and raised hers too.

"Hands down," said Ruby, in a slightly scary voice.

She laughed. Thankfully.

"We all would but find someone else. This is your weekend," said Ruby.

I love Ruby and I am smitten with Tomas. Oh, don't worry. They're the most powerful couple I've ever met. We're finally landing in Robertville. Oh no, we spent almost 3 hours having sex in space. Time well spent I might add.

Although, Cisco needs a nap. Not yet though. He's 14. Everyone but me saved some. Squish, squish. OK, I did too. Ha! You knew that. Which is how I met my hosts naked and dripping. We all did.

They liked it. I got to see Morgan and Sophia damn near attack everyone. Oh gosh, Tomas and Cisco have both recovered. I have never seen Cisco with a smile that big and I've done some pretty amazing things for him.

Perhaps it was the fact that Sophia is riding him cowgirl. Good Lord, that woman is gorgeous. Just then someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned. Who the fuck is she? She's spectacular too. Like a smaller Sophia.

Oh. Elena. I have been saved. I suggested she clean me out, but she shook her head no. She held up a finger and walked away but was back quickly.

With a double-ended dildo already inserted. A big one.

"Is this too big?" she asked. I think I answered when I laughed.

"I go to DUC," I said. This time she laughed.

"Jim is a lot of fun, isn't he?" she said.

"I couldn't say," I said. Discretion above all, you know. Elena laughed again.

"Sure, love the discretion," said Elena. "Everyone loves Jim. Now can we fuck?"

Why yes, we can. We duplicated Sophia's moves, with me on top. Let's just say there was a lot of moaning, thrashing, and some screaming.

Mostly from Cisco.

Are you kidding?

Of course, I am moaning. Not only have I set a new personal record, it included Serena, Ruby, Tomas, Sophia, and now Morgan. Hell yes, I included Serena in that list. She's freaking adorable. She might not get it yet, but she holds her own just fine in this group of amazing women.

Hell, I'm just excited to have been invited along and that's thanks to Serena, too. Not just her driving. She suggested they invite me. Although I admit, Morgan screaming another cock was both a little weird and very exciting. I've been in Robertville for about 30 minutes and yes, I need a nap.

Ruby, Tomas, Serena, Ruby, Sophia, Morgan, Tomas, Serena

Feel free to total that up. See why I need a nap?

Which is how I found myself propped up on a lounge, watching the women do some pretty amazing things. I was lying next to Tomas. We were kissing a bit. OK, kissing a lot.

OMG. I cannot believe it.

"Oh good," said Elena. "I didn't get a turn."

Now she is. Just then an entire group of people walked in. This trip might kill me.

A life well lived.

We're still awake

Cisco and me. Serena. The time change messed with us. Seven hours. We had fun pretty late. 0200. But that's 7 pm for us.

What to do, what to do.

Now, you're imagining Cisco just hammering me, and he would, one more time, but right now we're lying on a lounge outside, looking up at the amazing sky. You could see the lights of Athens in the distance, but Robertville doesn't have light pollution and it is the most amazing sky I have ever seen, at least from Earth.

"We went into space today," I said.

"A pretty good day all around, Sis," said Cisco. "We went into space. We had spectacular sex, in space, and after, but most important, we're together."

Damn, he's sweet. I rolled on my side and gave him a gentle kiss. Then a more passionate kiss. Then I laid my hand on his cock, only to discover he's hard. Very hard.

I knew what to do. I rolled over and up and sat right down on his cock. We made gentle love and he made sure to take me over several times. I kept stopping and letting him slow down but finally he just couldn't, and he just blasted me full. I laid my head on his chest and we both must have fallen asleep, under the stars. We woke up the next morning. I was still lying on his chest, but he's slipped out at some point. We were both covered up with a light blanket. I saw Morgan in a nearby chair, reading a book. Do you know they read actual books here? No reading on their tablets for this group.

"Good morning," she said. "There is still breakfast if you'd like."

"I've got to pee so bad I am about to burst," announced Cisco. Morgan laughed and just pointed to the water.

"Most men just pee over the side," she said. Cisco got up and stood right at the edge and let it out. His cock is throbbing it is so hard. Finally, he was done and turned around.

"Let me know when you're ready to use that," said Morgan. "But not now. Get breakfast and we're heading to the track."

We went inside and there was a full breakfast buffet with an omelet chef.

"Why is there an omelet chef?" asked Cisco. I hope the question was rhetorical because she just smiled at him. Then she shook her breasts a little. Given she is only in panties, we enjoyed that. There was also a simply huge platter of bacon. God, I love bacon.

No seriously. I love bacon.

We got plates and walked over to the table to find Jessica and Colby just finishing breakfast.

"Where are Nylah and Bill?" asked Cisco. Jessica just pointed back to the bedrooms.

"Still asleep?" I asked. Both Jessica and Colby snorted. I knew enough to wait. They laughed.

"Well played," said Colby. "And no, not asleep. We'll go with exercising." Just then Amy walked up.

"Sure, exercising," said Amy, laughing.

"So, you know what's going on with them and it doesn't bother you?" asked Cisco.

"I don't know exactly what is going on, but we can all safely assume. The reality is that they're two of the smartest kids I've ever met and if this makes them happy, and likely helps their intelligence, then yes, I'm fine with it," said Amy. Then she laughed.

We waited her out.

"I can't wait until they turn 9," said Amy.

"Just them?" asked Colby, sounding a little hurt.

"No, dear," said Amy. "Not just them. You know I can't wait until you can just pound me."

OK, I admit we all moaned. Including Amy. Especially Amy. She looked right at Cisco's hard cock. Yeah, naked. I don't think they believe in clothes.

"Anybody in line for that?" she asked. Hell, we both just stared at her. She laughed again and shrugged her shoulders.

"Hey," said Amy. "I like the cock of a young man." Colby and Jessica both snorted. Amy glared at them and laughed.

"OK, I like the cock of a man," she said. They both snorted again. She really laughed.

"I like cock," said Amy.

"Better," said Jessica. Just then Juanita walked into the room. Also naked. Amy took her hand and Cisco's and started to walk away.

"Colby and Nylah," Amy said, over her shoulder. "You can have an exception for the weekend, if you want to entertain Serena."

"Entertain me, entertain me," I shouted. We all dissolved in laughter as they walked away.

Then they freaking entertained me. Did I mention we joined Bill and Nylah?

I also got to meet Nan.

While our cock ratio was wrong, and yes, at 9, I understand the concept of cock ratio, we needed to move a little quick anyway. Driving school, you know. Nan and Jessica solved the cock ratio problem with double-ended dildos.

It is now 5 to 2.

We might have been a touch late. Morgan and Sophia laughed when we came out.

"OK," said Sophia. "I lost the bet. They were out faster than I expected."

"Bill, Colby, and I wore out," said Cisco. "We're young. We'll recover."

"And then I'll wear you out again," said Amy. "It might kill you, but probably not. You're young. Maybe."

"Worth it," said Cisco, to laughter from the table.

Sophia walked over and swiped her finger across my forehead and then sucked on her finger. She scrunched up her face a bit.

"That's not Cisco," she said.

"I think that's mine," said Bill.

Yeah, a lot. Colby too.

A. lot.

Cisco at the pen

This is really Serena's day. I'm along for the ride. I already have my license, but don't have a ton of track time. It's fun too, and we can all use the track at their airport, but I don't enough. We flew to the track with Sophia and Morgan, in an actual JetsonCar. Bubble top and all. They didn't make the weird doppler noise like in the show though.

Morgan reached over and touched a button.

OK, now it makes the weird doppler noise. Morgan turned it back off.

"It's fun for about 20 seconds," said Sophia.

Yeah, I can see that.

Morgan flew us over the track and shared that it is an exact duplicate of the 'ring. Serena and I both understand the significance of that. There were row after row of cars and a pretty damn big crowd. We landed and got out and we got to meet even more people. Morgan had invited a bunch of people. Apparently you mark the car you want to start in by laying your fire suit on the hood.

But if your fire suit is on a car, what are you wearing?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I like these people. No, I love these people. Morgan walked us over to a line of what were clearly race prepped entry-level cars. Mazda Miata. Focus RS. Golf GTI. Civic R. You get the idea. Leslie came up and handed each of us a fire suit and explained how we marked cars. Yeah, we're naked too, but you had to know that.

Serena was looking around found what she wanted and headed straight to them.

An Acura NSX. In full race livery. It had a fire suit on the hood. She turned and faced everyone.

"Whose fire suit is this? I'd love to talk to them," said Serena. Elena walked up.

"I will get you off anyway that you like, anytime that you like, if you'll let me drive this car," said Serena.

"OK, let's talk," said Elena. "You need to break those two things apart. First, just ask me if you can please have the car. It is not connected to an offer of sexual pleasure. It just isn't. Never. Ever. Once I agree to that, you may then ask me if you could provide me pleasure in the method of my choosing. The answer to that, which can't surprise you, would be an enthusiastic yes, given the wonderful time we had last night."

"May I please drive this car?" asked Serena.

"Yes, of course," said Elena. "I have dozens of other choices." She walked over and put her fire suit on the hood of what appears to be a current year F1 car. She walked back.

Serena was about to talk but I jumped in.

"Is that an actual Mercedes F1 car? This year's?" I asked and Elena laughed again.

"Next year's," said Elena. "We're all doing testing in them. God, they're a rush."

"How do I get to drive it?" asked Serena.

"You're tall for your age. Are you a meter and a quarter yet? Around 50 inches?" asked Elena.

"I anticipated the question and measured," said Serena. "I am just over the threshold."

"Then you can drive it, but you have to work your way up," said Elena. "We've heard of your legend in carts, which is why I agreed to the NSX, but it is bigger and more dangerous. Be careful, or you won't get to move up. Now, don't get me wrong. Push yourself. Push the car. Just back off your limits a little early at first."

"OK, that makes sense," said Serena.

"We're going to start you on the smaller track," said Sophia.

"If it is not too rude, I know every turn on the 'ring. I have studied it. I've memorized the drawings. I've watched hours of in car videos, some of it in an NSX," said Serena. "I will happily go on the smaller course, but I would have to learn it. The 'ring I know."

"One lap. Prove it," said Elena. "I'll be in a chase car."

She walked over and called to Carlina. Carlina ran over and moved her fire suit off a matching NSX. I've read the journal. I know the story of the NSX. Elena turned to the crowd.

"Novice on the track. Give us a lap and I'll let you know," said Elena.

"They'll just wait while we have the track?" asked Serena.

"No," said Elena. "They'll go into that building that includes a very nice wrestling room and all fuck until we're done. Nobody is complaining. What about you, Cisco? Go into the wrestling room or ride as my passenger?"

"How in the hell do I choose?" I asked.

"If you want to ride along, ride along. You're here for a week. You'll wear out, probably two or three times a day, every day. No worries about missing an opportunity. Heck, Serena and I will both do ya," said Elena.

OK, I might have moaned. A little. Elena turned to Serena.

"Does he not understand yet?" asked Elena, of Serena.

"Not quite," said Serena. "He will." Elena laughed.

"Yeah, he will," said Elena.

I haven't a clue what they're talking about, but I sure do love my sister.

Oh. Yeah, I can see that.

"That was quick," said Elena, just as Carlina pulled up in a new Corvette. A ZR1.

"I'll be your rabbit," said Carlina. She explained that Serena could chase Carlina. She'd bring her up to speed and push her a bit, but Serena shouldn't try to keep up if she weren't confident.

I got in the passenger seat of Elena's car and all three of us set off. Carlina stayed pretty slow, around 100 kph, for a bit, to warm the tires. Then she started accelerating. Serena matched every move, and Elena did too. I enjoyed watching Elena. Her movements were so smooth and economical. Her determination is fierce. We kept going faster and faster.

Until Carlina started pulling away a little. Then Serena did. Every corner, Serena's lead on us grew. Just a little at first, but then more and more. We ended up doing three laps, two at full speed, and by the time we pulled off the track, Serena's lead over us was substantial. As in we couldn't see her anymore.

We finally pulled in and got out. I thought Elena would be upset that Serena beat her, but just the opposite. She's excited and proud for Serena.

These people are too good to be true. Nah. They're just that cool.

Ruby jogged over and we all waited. Come on, watching Ruby jog, naked, is worth your focus.

"NSX lap record," said Ruby.

"I think you're good on this track," said Elena, with a laugh. "You are too, Cisco, since you have a lot more track time. You just have to be aware that the track will be busy, and the cars are not evenly matched. Be careful catching someone that isn't as fast, and pass with care. If someone tries to pass you, let them. Make it easy for them. Pull over. Slow a little if you have to."

We already knew that, but sure. Serena walked over to Elena.

"You can have your car back," said Serena. "I'll just drive the F1 car."

"Sorry, but no," said Elena. "You did extremely well. Unbelievably so. But you're not getting near that car until we see at least a hundred safe laps."

"So, what's a step up from the NSX?" asked Serena.

"The NSX. You're not done with it," said Elena. "I'll walk you through the progression, but ten more laps in the NSX. You can do it in not much more than an hour."

And so, she did. How do I know for sure? Because I was chasing her in the other NSX. Oh, she creamed me, but I didn't do too bad. She makes me better.

Over the next couple days, we got to drive some incredible cars, at speed. On the fourth day, when we got there, it was just Morgan, Serena, and me. She was standing next to two McLaren Senna GTR track cars.

"Fastest lap on the ring in a production car belongs to these cars," said Morgan. "I should know. I hold the record. 6:31.

"That's 13 seconds off the SVJ," said Serena. She knows this shit.

"Only 10, but that's because I also hold the record in the SVJ at 6:41," said Morgan.

"That's not public," said Serena.

"No, it is not," said Morgan. "Nor is the overall track record."

"And we're racing," asked Serena.

"Oh yeah," said Morgan, with a big smile.

"With me cold in the car," said Serena.

"You get a full pace lap," said Morgan.

"OK," said Serena. "What's the handicap?"

"Oh, you need a handicap," said Morgan, in the most perfect whine. It was awesome.

Even Serena smiled.

And waited.

"Three seconds," said Morgan.

"So, I have to be ten full seconds faster than the public fastest time in this car, and that's if you don't improve," said Serena.

"Yep," said Morgan.

"What's the bet?" asked Serena. Morgan thought about it for a bit.

"If I win, Cisco fucks me first, then you," said Morgan. "If you win, Cisco fucks you first, then me."

"But not his first, right?" said Serena. Are they aware I'm right here? Ah, who cares. They know I am good with it.

"Fuck no," said Morgan. "We'll blow him together."

They both looked at me.

"Like I'm going to object," I said, which led to us all laughing. They headed over to the cars and Carlina came over to me.

"Come on. We'll watch from an observer car," she said. Those words did not actually register for me, but hey, Carlina. I wonder if they'd mind if I got my first out of the way.

"Yes, they would," said Carlina. "I'm your fourth, then Tegan, then Elena. There's more in the list, but that's up to you, big boy."

"Where in there do I get to bottom?" I asked. Carlina laughed.

"Every time," she said. "You're in the middle of successive trains."

"I'm good with that," I said.

"I know," she said. She gave me a big smile.

Almost used up the first there, Carlina.

"Almost, but not quite," she said.

It takes some getting used to.

She walked me over to a JetsonCar. The real one. Bubble top, etc. We got in and closed the canopy. Carlina actually spun her seat and faced back, so I did too.

"Why are there no rear seats?" I asked, just as the entire floor turned transparent. As far as we could tell, our legs were dangling over space. The view is incredible, but it is a little scary. A lot scary. Carlina hit a button and the floor reappeared, with our feet on it, but a big window through which we could see.

"Thanks," I said. "But I think I can do it. It was just disorienting."

"It is that, especially the first time," she said. Just then there was movement to my left, and I looked out that window.

"Is that Ruby, floating face down, right next to us?" I asked.

Carlina looked.

"Yeah," said Carlina. "Can you do that? We wouldn't even need the car if you can."

"Which implies that you can do that," I said.

"Why yes, it does," said Carlina. "Can you fly?"

"Not that I am aware," I said.

"But you're an original," she said.

"Yeah, I suppose, but barely. I'd been at their place maybe a half dozen times," I said.

"It's enough," she said. The canopy lifted and she stood up and took my hand. Then she floated up and out of the car and I did too.

Except it didn't feel like there was any stress on my arm.

And then Carlina let go and the car flew away.

Today is the day I learned I can fly. I could see them coming up the straight, really moving.

"Come on," said Carlina. Ruby took off with Carlina right behind her. I had no idea how to do it, but thought about how I wanted to do it, which appears to be the way you do it, because I am now flying right next to Carlina. She pointed down. We are flying over them while they are taking the fastest straight on the course. They break 200 miles per hour. 320 kph.

And we're staying right over them.

"You can just think to me," thought Carlina.

"That one I knew," I thought back. "We're doing about 300 kilometers an hour."

"A little more. These are well-tuned cars. Probably 340 or so," said Carlina.

"Do we have a top speed?" I asked.

"Probably," said Carlina. "I've broken Mach 3."

I admit, I laughed.

"That's almost 4,000 kph," I said. Yeah, I know my metric. "New York and back in less than an hour, from Tampa."

"Yeah, but I know Ruby has been faster," said Carlina.

"Well sure," I said. We were still following the cars and they were so close. We flew ahead and hovered over the start finish line, but I already knew exactly how it was going to end and I'll bet Morgan did too. If my math is right, they'll cross the start finish line at around 250 fps. Feet per second. Hey, I'm an American. Let's make it simple, assume the car is 25 feet long. It is not, of course, but if it were, it would travel its own length in a tenth of a second. Double it. Quadruple it. It doesn't matter.

It is less than 3 seconds. As long as Serena holds the draft, she loses the race, but wins the contest.

Which she did.

They pulled into the pits and got out. OK, we were making a bit of an entrance. Kidding. I didn't know how to land, so we had to stop for them to explain it. It actually works like superheroes. You swoop down, then pull up, and settle down onto the ground.

"How did you figure it out?" I asked Carlina and she laughed.

"It seemed to work in the movies," she said, with a smile.

They let me swoop down first and make my dramatic landing. Serena laughed.

"Are you seriously just figuring out you can fly?" asked Serena.

"Um, yeah," I said.

"We should talk, bro," said Serena.

"Time to go back to the house," said Morgan. "We have a bet to pay off."

"What's in it for me?" I said. Serena and Morgan laughed.

And took off their fire suits. Right there in the pits.

"Seems like a plan to me!" I said.

Come on. Morgan is amazing.

But Serena. Damn.

"Has he figured it out yet?" asked Morgan.

"I think so," said Serena. "He's getting his head around it."

"No, I'm not," I said. "I've known it forever. But you're younger. I needed you to be ready."

"You two have got to communicate more," said Morgan.

"I think we should marry in Paris," said Serena. "Next month."

"OK," I said.

"Just OK?" asked Serena.

"Yeah," I said. "If I really didn't like it, I would have told you. If I had my heart set on someplace else, I would have told you. Paris is wonderful and I have absolutely no doubt that the wedding will be spectacular, but I would marry you right here, right now, naked on the tarmac."

"It's concrete," said Morgan.

Serena and I both stared at her.

"Minor point, I got it," said Morgan, laughing.

"While that would make me just as happy too," said Serena, "this is a memory moment. I want to plan it with Mom. I want you to pick a suit with Dad. I want us to explore Paris and find the perfect venue. I want it to be an experience."

"And so do I," I said. "I mean it. It is wonderful. Just know, in my heart, we got married a few minutes ago."

"Mine too," said Serena.

"OK, I'm out," said Morgan. "Clear the suite, Carlina."

"Already did," said Carlina.

Seems like a good spot to stop the story. We'll catch you up soon.

It is so little

Maria here. Fighter pilot Maria. I have barely posted. I love it here. Simply love it. The world is changing, and we are at the forefront.

It is so freaking cool.

I'll tell some stories but for right now let's talk about my job as a wing commander. One of my areas of command is training. As in bringing on new pilots and training existing pilots on more complex aircraft.

We have a dichotomy. Some people found the space planes pretty easy to learn.

Some didn't. They're kind of intimidating. Even the E-82. Don't get me started on the F-81. It is fierce. So, I suggested to our leadership that we build space trainers. Not simulators. Actual trainer planes. I also commissioned some research on passengers versus capacity. It turned out we were flying a lot of big 24 passenger planes when the average people on board was 3. Now it is not like they burn more fuel, but they do take more resources to build.

So, I proposed trainers. Smaller, more nimble planes. Look at it this way. Imagine if you started learning to fly a regular plane. Instead of a nice Cessna, you had to learn on an F-16.

That's kind of like the jump to space planes.

I also thought smaller, more nimble planes would be a nice complement to our fleet. The ion guns take power but not space.

So, I had put together the financials and my analysis and I was pitching the new planes. OK, just to Leslie, Aja, and Lawrence, but still.

I was a little nervous. A little wet too. I sat down facing them. Leslie must have sensed my nervousness because she did a very uniquely Leslie thing.

She lifted her shirt and flashed her breasts, laughing.

I admit it did make me laugh. Then Aja did it too. OK, I moaned.

"You moaned for her breasts but not mine?" asked Leslie.

"I see your breasts all the time," I said. "Her breasts are new to me."

Leslie laughed.

"Point taken," said Leslie, still laughing.

That settled me down. I felt a little bad for Lawrence because I was pretty sure he is rock hard right now. He would suffer a bit, but Leslie and I would more than make up for it after the presentation. More than. That's how meetings end here. We like meetings. Short ones. I can sense the chemistry between Aja and Lawrence. I hope they do too.

I gave my impassioned presentation with financials and projections. I admitted I needed help doing everything. I was the concept person.

I finally finished. I was used up. They all just looked at me for a minute.

"Sounds good," said Leslie. "Can we have lunch now?" They started to get up.

"So, what are the next steps?" I asked. They both laughed.

"Why are you asking us?" said Leslie. Ah shit. She didn't. She just smiled.

My idea. Got it. I admit after lunch I pulled Lawrence to the side and begged for his help. He put his arm around me and smiled.

"I have just the team for you," said Lawrence. "My office. Tomorrow 1000. Now, let's go. We have people to see this afternoon."

We sure did. I don't know who. Don't care who. It is going to be fun.

We walked outside and down to a restaurant. Something called Peg Leg Porker. Seriously.

"This is new," I said. Aja laughed.

"Lawrence and I spent a long weekend in Nashville. We had a suite in a 21C hotel. It was great fun and we both fell in love with the barbeque at a place called Peg Leg Porker. We begged the owner, Carey, to build a restaurant here," said Aja. "Now he spends half his time here. I wonder why?"

Yeah, me too, Aja, me too.

We were almost to the front door when Rylee walked up with a smoking hot young man. I mean, damn.

"I don't think we've met," I said. "I'm Maria." He laughed, which seemed weird, but then everyone laughed.

"It has been a bit, but we have met before," he said, giving me a smile that made me all tingly.

"My name is Rollo," he said. Wait, what? I'm sure I looked shocked because they all laughed.

"Trust me," said Rylee. "He's grown up in all the right places."

OK, this time I moaned. Then they all joined in. None louder than Lawrence. Living here is fun.

We had a wonderful lunch and ended up all laughing and sticky. Yeah, your mind went there, didn't it? Barbeque sauce.

Other things will make us sticky shortly. We cleaned up with wet towels and headed back to Lawrence's office. Did I mention his office bathroom has a shower that comfortably fits six? Lawrence, Rollo, Aja, Rylee, Leslie, and me.

All naked. All sticky.

We almost wore Rollo and Lawrence out in the shower. In my case, my shower ended with Rylee shampooing my hair. Which left her gorgeous pussy right in front of me. Did you know that when you go down on someone while they are shampooing their hair, the shampoo can get in your mouth?

"This shampoo tastes amazing," I commented.

"That's one of mine," said Rollo. "I love to give a good shampoo, and it kept getting in everyone's mouth, so I made it taste great, include vitamins, and be sugar-free.

"So, in our culture, washing your mouth out with soap is calorie-free and tasty," I said.

"Yes," said everyone in the shower. Including me. And Rylee still got it out first.

Darn it. I'm going to have to let Rylee passionately kiss me. Rollo and Rylee physically picked me up and carried me to the bed. Leslie joined us.

Of course there is a bed. Lawrence and Aja disappeared. Good for them. They're so damn cute together.

Then I lost almost two hours of my life to continuous orgasms.

That was not a complaint.

A speedy little plane

There was some irony in my flying my F-81 to see Lawrence.

By myself. Still Maria.

I landed at his office and he immediately came out and handed me a skateboard without any wheels. He dropped his and it hovered about 4 inches off the ground. I matched his move. He gave me a 30-second training session and then rode away. I was a serious skateboarder in my youth and could still keep up. For me it was natural.

And freaking hilarious. I'm channeling my inner Marty McFly. When we got there Lawrence held out his hand for my board and I just shook my head no. That just got a laugh, but he let me keep it. Just then, two children walked out of the giant hanger arguing. They were hilarious even though I didn't understand a word.

They were clucking at each other. And whistling. With some snorts, coughs, and honks. I had heard others speak it too but didn't know what it was. It sounded trippy. They quickly switched to Italian.

"How did you pick Italian?" I said. They looked at me funny.

"We looked you up," said the girl. Sometimes the answer is obvious. It turned out they actually are Italian. A sister and brother. Ilaria is 11 years old and Elia is 10 years old. Don't try to say those two names together fast.

They led me into the hanger and there were planes flying around. A lot of them. Small planes. Not as in fewer passengers. As in the entire plane was about a meter long.

A lot of different planes. Some were clearly one or two person fighters. Some were small business jets. All in, about 25 different designs.

"We can scale them up pretty quickly. Once we choose the models to move forward we should have the test craft built in a few weeks," said Elia. "We will make the first batch remote controlled to lower the risk. The mockups are autonomous so we can add that too."

I was confused. I'd made my pitch yesterday morning. I asked them about it, and they laughed.

"We used every 3D printer we could get our hands on and it was a bit of a long night," said Ilaria.

Then they both laughed. Suddenly, three different models of planes landed at our feet. Ilaria picked up the smallest.

"This is the F-87. It is a single or dual seat fighter. Jumpseat takes you to four total. Capable of space flight, atmospheric flight, underwater flight, and jumping," said Ilaria. "It is my favorite. It should be great for training with the jumpseat."

"Did you say jumping?" I asked.

"Yes," said Elia. "They're all jump capable. It seemed natural."

He picked up a small business jet.

"This is smaller than an E-82 but versatile. It will hold eight or four plus a modest SUV or car. There is even a two person Camping module," he said. "This is our mass market commuter plane. We haven't named it yet. We think it needs a name not a number. For now, it is the E-89 since it is the business companion to the F-87."

"Why 89?" I asked.

Ilaria didn't answer. She picked up the last plane.

"This is the S-88 for sport jet. A bit like the F-87 and E-89 but engineered for performance. More expensive but more fun," she said. "It is a pretty capable fighter too." She showed us another half dozen models but the first three were clearly the best first step. "Even the two more business oriented jets include an ion gun. Fast as hell, too," she added.

"We all know the first three are cool," I said. "When?"

"We can have a prototype flying today," said Ilaria. "I guess we already do, of sorts. These will be fully functional and remote controlled. No real interiors or weapons yet."

"Well, sure," I said. "You'll add those tomorrow."

"Exactly," exclaimed Ilaria who seemed excited that I was following along.

I had been joking. I proposed the idea yesterday. Kids. What are you going to do with them?

Apparently ask them to build a small submarine/space plane that can do interstellar travel.

"How about testing?" I said.

"We are going to jump it to Nibiru and do the underwater tests there," said Elia. "The largest ocean has depths to 20,000 meters."

"Meters?" I said and they laughed and nodded.

"Meet us here at noon tomorrow," said Ilaria. "We will jump the S-88. We are building it first because it is multipurpose."

"OK," I said. "But it feels like you need a break right now."

They both smiled.

"It feels like we do," they both said. Ilaria got "jinx" out first. Their kiss was impressive.

I had to get me some of that.

And I did. Lawrence did too. Then I got Lawrence. He's a cuddly bear. Oh, you want the details.

Somehow I am the focus of attention. Again. I ended up with Ilaria under me, and somehow Lawrence and Elia managed to DP me. It required some athleticism on Elia's part.

Now I am squish, squish in both places. It is a good thing that Aja just showed up.

Now I am not.

Let's jump!

I am surprised I am alive. I am worn out, exhausted, and sore in places I did not know you could get sore. I'd taken three different pain killers and it wasn't even taking the edge off. Still, Maria!

It was worth it. Every bit of it. I would do it again tomorrow.

I got this sore from sex. Amazing, acrobatic sex punctuated with what felt like hours of continuous orgasms.

Because it was hours of continuous orgasms. It wasn't even a big gangbang.

Lawrence, Ilaria, Elia, Aja, Rollo, Ledna, Kiku, and me. I'm not sure where Kiku and Ledna came from but I know who they came in. Who they came in. Get it? OK, that was just Ledna, but who let's facts get in the way of a good joke?

Oh, I have to tell that one to Bob. He'll love it. I love bringing jokes to Bob because I won't tell him the joke until he gets me off.

He had a courier deliver me a seven-volume set called The essential one-liner dictionary. We have over 3,000 pages to go and I've had it for a while.

Back to yesterday. OK, I guess we told a lot of that. Let's go forward and then I'll come back. It's time to jump. Not us. The S-88 scale model.

"You know," I said to our assembled team of eight. Yes, Rollo, Kiku, and Ledna were still here. Lawrence, Aja, and me. Of course, Ilaria and Elia. After last night, I'm not sure any of us are leaving. We might just have food delivered for the rest of our lives.

"You've also designed a variety of drones," I added. I waved my hand at all three models. If the S-88 came back OK, the F-87 and E-89 were going next. Yes, all jump and sub capable. Hey kids, let's go visit the Marianas Trench. There's a great restaurant.

Shit. That is too good an idea.

"Hey," I asked the team. "Could we build a restaurant at the bottom of the Marianas Trench? We could all grab one of these and bop down for lunch."

The five of them got a spirited conversation.

About baseball. I have no idea why, but it made them happy and they laughed. Then Rollo turned to me.

"Oh, it's done. We just need the ships to be built. We're months from actually going to lunch, but we will," said Rollo.

"Well sure, but jeez. Months. I got planes designed overnight," I said, laughing.

"Yes," said Aja. "You did. And that's great, but there are a lot of tests before we put humans on them."

Spoiler alert: I got the first S-88 off the assembly line.

Three weeks later.

But back on track here. Production focused on the S-88 because, well, we all wanted one. Leslie suggested that we do our version of Top Gun in S-88 planes over the Mediterranean.

That sounds like fun. Particularly the Leslie part.

We are so dogfighting these

This is Leslie. We still play around with dogfights. We own damn near every fighter, so we rotate. Sometimes two of the same planes. Sometimes two totally different planes. My favorite is the F-14 vs. F-22. The F-14 first flew in 1970. The F-22 first flew in 1991. Twenty-one years of improvements.

It didn't matter. Ruby and I win, in the F-14. So do Chris and Orlando. Some others, like Morgan, Sophia, Mom, and Dad are about 50/50, depending on the opponent.

I am embarrassed to say that I did not win the first Top Gun Dionysus. We used a scoring system, kind of like diving, that you got a difficulty factor for your airplane versus your opponents. For example, a P-51 versus a S-88. You get the idea.

One pilot just kicked ass. I mean seriously kicked ass.

Jessica.

That can't possibly surprise you. Let me walk you through the finals.

"What's your aircraft of choice Jessica?" said Carlina, who is running the event.

"S-88," said Jessica. Oh boy. The big dog. Carlina turned to me.

I just nodded. Same plane. Two sisters.

This gonna be fun. Jessica knocked out Bill, in the semi-finals. She was in an F-100. First flight, 1953. Bill flew an F-22.

It lasted. And lasted. And lasted. Bill got shot after shot, building up his points, but Jessica was dodging and weaving and didn't get hit.

I was in the observation plane. Just floating in the sky in an S-88.

Then Jessica got the kill, but we were going to have to talk about it. Her plane was coming head on to his. A game of chicken. Then her plane blinked out completely.

And reappeared right on Bill's tailpipes. She took the shot and he was done. This was going to cause some controversy.

We all landed, and Bill came out hot. Jessica was just calm and bemused.

It was hilarious to watch. They're 4. The profanity that came out of his mouth was impressive, but you'd need to know 22 different languages to have understood it all. Most of it was variations of her performing sex acts on each other. About mid-way through the tirade, Bill stopped.

Jessica laughed.

"Yeah, we're trying that one," she said. He laughed but then finished his tirade.

I was going to watch them try it. I can't do it.

I'm too big.

Finally, Bill calmed down a bit.

"You added jumping to a 60-year-old jet. That was dangerous. You could have been hurt," he said. After it all, he cared about her wellbeing.

Jessica smiled and gave him a big hug.

"Thanks, bro," she said, and gave him a kiss. One hell of a kiss. I learned two new things. No three, because they rolled right into Bill's suggestion. I don't think I can even explain it. I know I physically can't do it. It even involved two spatulas. Which Bill had with him.

We'll just leave it there.

Finally, they both sat up, still naked.

"Then how did you do it?" Bill asked, going right back into the conversation.

"I did it," said Jessica.

"I know, but how?" said Bill.

"You're not listening," said Jessica. "I did it. With an emphasis on I."

That stopped us in our tracks.

"You jumped yourself and your plane, without tech," I asked.

"No," said Jessica. "Think of it as really fast telekinesis."

"Of an entire plane, with you in it?" I said. Jessica smiled and nodded.

"That's against the rules!" said Bill, completely ignoring the whole moved a plane with her mind thing.

"No," said Jessica. "It is not. It should be, but it is not."

Now it is.

Bill grudgingly accepted it and then it dawned on me.

"You can do it too, but thought it was against the rules," I said.

"Yeah," he said, so dejectedly.

Poor little guy. I was going to have to comfort him later, which made him laugh. And leer.

So back to the finals matchup. Jessica against me. Both in S-88 planes.

That don't run out of gas.

We both loaded up a lot of water. We ran dogfights in flight suits, even in an S-88. Safe but not comfortable. We took off and reached our assigned altitude. All air traffic controllers in the area knew exactly what was going on and we had a cylinder in which we could fly. From the water to above where they could fly.

And beyond.

We were over two hours into the fight when I couldn't hold it anymore. I know, a little gross, but we'd brought water. Surely we could figure out a solution, but I'll be damned if I was going to withdraw to go pee.

The rest of the flight was going to chafe.

I think we were both tiring of the limitations within the cylinder, even as big as it is. Jessica went vertical and got a jump on me and I followed her right up. So did everyone watching, but they spread out far to give us space. Jessica chose a spot a safe distance from the space station, but where all of them could watch. I kept getting brief glimpse of people at the window. I finally realized they were all watching and fucking.

Well sure.

"At what point do we call this a tie, sis?" I asked. No need for radios.

"Never!" she replied.

"We're not safe anymore," I said. "We've been flying too long."

"Shit," she replied. "OK, a tie it is. We need to let Chris know."

In that brief instant between her agreeing and me letting Chris know, I went for the kill.

Jessica expected it.

I knew she would.

We're evenly matched, but the new generation should lead. I'm OK with second. This time. I didn't give it to her. Fuck no. I wouldn't do that. She'd hate that.

She is better than I am.

We all docked at the space station. Come on. Exhilarating fight. A desperate need for a shower.

Lots of people to fuck.

Win-win.

The incomparable Luna

Everyone keeps telling me I need to meet Luna. Governor Luna. I get that, but they never follow through and do any kind of an introduction. I can't believe we haven't crossed paths before. She even buys lots of clothes from my store, but somehow I always am out when she drops in. From everything I have heard, that was disappointing. I finally screwed up my courage and texted her. I wasn't so forward as to call her. Who calls?

Hi, my name is Timmy. A number of our mutual friends have suggested we should meet. Any interest?

A little pushy, at least for me, but I gave her an easy out. A simple no. This is Dionysus. That's all you have to do. She replied back almost instantly.

Great. They tell me I should meet you too. How about dinner tonight?

Well that escalated quickly. We went back and forth a bit on where for dinner. She closed the conversation though.

This is silly. Just come have dinner to my house. We both know we're going to fuck.

And I thought it had already escalated quickly. What could I do?

I sent a smiley face. 1700. As she put it, "We need to eat early because we'll probably be fucking all night."

I think I'm in love. And then it went even a little crazier.

"Who is your dream third for our night of passion? After dinner of course. Someone maybe you only know by reputation and may never have seen. Girl or boy, your choice. I like 'em all."

I know I'm in love. But I am also not stupid.

"Just you."

This time I got the smiley.

A little pushy

It's my turn. Luna. Yeah, I was pretty pushy, but everything I've ever heard about Timmy is amazing. Yes, I've been told his skills are exceptional and he is very open to learning new things. That's all good. But what people focus on is what a wonderful person he is. As his line took off, he was making money faster than he could ever imagine. That's cool. What's even more cool is that he shared it with every person that worked for him, from the salespeople to the seamstresses to the night cleaning crew.

They were all millionaires several times over. But they all love Timmy and wealthy or not, they still do their jobs. They love him that much.

A sexy hunk that's good in bed is wonderful. It is. But add compassion and a big smile and you've got me. So yes, I wanted to get to know Timmy and yes, this is Dionysus, so I was forward and we're going to fuck. Repeatedly. The just you comment was sweet and hit my heart, but if we're going to get to know each other, there will eventually be others involved. Lots of others. I am confident that is fine with him, but we'll see.

After all, I read the journal. The story where Morgan seduced him and took his virginity is wonderful. That girl makes me laugh. Sure, just strip in front of the poor guy. Sure, sure, naked Morgan just needs some dresses steamed.

I did wear his clothes too, and no, I wasn't trying to shop when he wasn't there. It really was a coincidence.

It rolled around to 1700 and he was on time. Fashionably late just wasn't a thing here. If you made plans for 1700, you were there at 1700. Fuck fashionably late. We were going to fuck. I opened the door and think I swooned a little. He had dressed up. He was in a gorgeous suit, complete with a tie. My God, he was a vision. I laughed though because I was decidedly not dressed up. I was in a romper that had seen better days. It was too small, and the material was thin.

I'm pretty sure he liked it. I could see his cock grow down his pants leg.

"I am seriously impressed by the suit. It was an outstanding choice and you look amazing," I said. "Now take it off on your way to the bedroom." I guess I was being a little pushy, but dinner could wait.

He smiled, leaned in for a kiss, and in one motion pulled my romper off. This was a good start. The fact that he gasped was a nice compliment. I loved his thinking and undressed him. I guess we should have closed the front door, given my neighbor walked by while I did it. I gave her credit. She stopped and watched.

I would have too. Then again, I know her pretty well so maybe she just liked me naked.

Nope. She gasped when I got him naked.

"Next time," I said, shutting the door.

Too bad. Timmy would have liked it. I'll just have to make sure I'm enough for him. I'm pretty good at that.

We can eat now

I need some recovery time. I may have been innocent when I first met Morgan, but I own Timmy. I fuck a lot. Wow, that sounded incredibly pompous. I just meant the store is in the resort, so opportunities present themselves.

None of that ever reached the level of pleasure I did with Luna. I even set a personal record of seven without a break.

Oh hell, have you met Luna? You'd push through too. Oh, a Bob joke. Push through.

You'll notice I didn't say Have you seen Luna. There is no question that she is stunningly beautiful. Seriously. But that wasn't what made our sex exceptional. It's the whole package. We fucked and talked for hours.

Dinner got cold.

We didn't care.

We did everything we could possibly do too. She has quite a toy closet. I had never tried nipple clamps before. She had some surprisingly elaborate cock rings too. They were fun. As if I could get more hard. It did help with stamina though.

Stamina is good.

Finally, we wore out. Or at least I did. She tried her best to stroke and blow me to an eighth but finally looked up.

"Maybe after dinner," she said, laughing. "Or in the morning. Or afternoon. Or all weekend."

I'm in.

We went out to the kitchen and all the food was gone. Everything. On the counter was a small buffet, with little flames underneath. It was even breakfast for dinner, which is my favorite.

"Breakfast for dinner!" shouted Luna. "My favorite!"

It was pretty elaborate too. Lobster omelets. Bacon. Lots of bacon. Just quite a spread.

"This was really nice of you," said Luna. I just shook my head no. We looked at each other and then both laughed.

"Ruby," we said together. She got it out first.

I found my eighth, bending her over the kitchen table. I didn't even last long.

"Squish, squish, let's eat," she said. So, we did. Naked. With an outstanding bottle of wine and a few small edibles.

I finally looked over at the clock and we laughed. I'd arrived at 1700.

It is 0300. That was some serious passion.

"It sure was," said Luna, with a smile.

So, when's the wedding? And yes, I knew she could read me.

"Soon," she said. "Soon."

I think I swooned.

The dude is the whole package

Seriously. He's deep and philosophical while eminently practical. That's not what you expected me to write about, now was it? We fucked and talked for hours. We talked about everything. I spilled details about my life that I have not shared with anyone. I'll give you an example. My first time was not all roses and orgasms. I was raped when I was 9 by a family friend. Now, this is pretty deep in my subconscious by now. I haven't told anyone, including my dad. It was his absolute best friend. Somehow I found myself sharing the story with Timmy. I expected him to be aghast and want to fix it, and he eventually was, but at first he was Timmy. He hugged me and let me cry on his shoulder. For a long time. Finally, I started to calm down, but he still held me. He finally started gently stroking me. My clit. Just hugging and stroking. This was about me. I have never felt more comfortable in my life and he took me through an orgasm that was incredible.

Simply incredible. I will look upon tonight as the night that I put my past behind me. I was mid-orgasm when I pushed him onto his back and rolled on to him. I love being on top. I didn't frantically bounce. I leisurely slid up and down while Timmy focused everything on me. He touched me in all the right places. He kissed and licked. It was the single best experience of my life.

That's when I knew we had a future. I am sure he did too.

God, I hope so.

I laughed because we fell sound asleep. At 0700. Timmy just needed breakfast to recharge. I might push him to a new record every day of his life.

"That might kill me," he said, smiling.

"But you'd die happy," I said. He just smiled at me and nodded. His smile pushed me through another orgasm. No, he didn't use powers.

Just his smile.

We finally slept and woke up mid-afternoon. I'm willing to be nocturnal if that's what it takes. Damn that was a night. I rolled over and started stroking him and he pushed my hand away.

"It needs a little rest. I'm pretty sure we wore part of it away," he said, laughing. "But you don't need to be done. We both know that soulmates or not, we need more in our sex life."

I chose to ignore the soulmates comment, for now, even though I knew it was true.

"What are you suggesting?" I asked.

"Well, you need more cock," he said. "I am open to more cock as well. What cock should we invite?"

"Not what person. What cock?" I said, laughing.

"Yes," he said, leaving it there. It was a tough call. This is Dionysus. There are a lot of choices.

"Well, you haven't met my brother and dad yet," I said, smiling. I thought that might freak him out, but he got a big smile. That smile. Took me over again. This could be an issue in public.

That got me an even bigger smile. It also meant we needed to change the sheets. Again.

Just then Bobby and Dad walked into the room. Naked and hard. OMG. I don't think you've ever met either of them. Bobby is my 13-year-old brother. My dad is Robby. Bobby and Robby. Mom's long gone and out of the picture. Just the three of us.

"When did you call them? I didn't see you do it," I asked. He just shook his head no.

"Ruby told us to arrive, naked and hard, at exactly this time," said Bobby. "We tend to follow Ruby's orders." I'm willing to bet I know how they got hard, particularly given both their cocks still have a little saliva on them. We're a fun family.

"Everyone does what Ruby tells them," I said, laughing. "When did she tell you?"

"About 3 months ago," said Dad. "She made us put it in our calendars and called us this morning to remind us."

"Well that's good, because I'm all worn down and we both need a good fuck," said Timmy.

"Or two. Or five," I said.

Six. They both managed six. Three for me. Three for Timmy. Each.

Then they both found one more. For each other.

We are a loving family. I think I already mentioned that.

"You need to tell your dad," thought Timmy. I just shook my head no.

"No pressure," thought Timmy. "When you're ready. I know why you didn't, but he should know."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Yes, three fucks. That's how many I had to give. So, I sat up.

"You need to hear this, Dad, but it is pretty ugly. Bobby, you might want to leave," I said. Oh no. Dad just gave Timmy an evil stare.

"No," I laughed. "Not Timmy. He's the good guy in this story. He helped me get past something that has been inside me since I was nine."

"May 14th," said Dad and I just stared at him.

"I didn't know what to do," said Dad. "You didn't bring it up, but I suspected. You weren't the same kid for weeks. It took me a while to backtrack to when it started. That's when I knew. He'd always been a little creepy. Weird comments. You never saw him again, did you?"

I didn't.

"I always thought he was afraid I'd snitch," I said.

"You remember how you had to stay with friends for a few weekends?" asked Dad.

"I'd forgotten that was around the same time. Why?" I asked. He kind of sighed.

"Because I was sentenced to four weekends in jail and the prosecutor and Judge didn't want to even do that. They had no choice," said Dad.

"You beat him up," I said.

"Badly. Really badly," said Dad. "I went to his house intending to kill him, but I realized that was the easy way out. So, I told him that you had told me everything and that I'd keep quiet if he let me join in. I asked him what girls and boys could I play with. He named way too many of them. Way too many. Of course one is too many. I went to the police and they helped me set up a sting. The process isn't important, but they arrested him, and he was going away for a long time. The cops left the room and left me with him for about ten minutes. They damn well knew what was going to happen. I beat the shit out of him. He lost his spleen and a kidney. It was bad. They tell me he has never walked the same since. The cops got in a lot of trouble for it and I turned myself in. I told the prosecutor that the cops didn't know anything and that my being left alone was an accident and I took advantage of it. Not a single one of them believed me, but they accepted it, if the difference makes sense. I spent four weekends in jail, sitting around, playing cards with the cops. Hell, one of the Saturday nights they took me out drinking."

"What happened to him?" I asked.

"The sting got them a warrant and what they found was simply incredible. So many kids," said Dad. "He's still in jail."

"Wait," said Timmy. "I read about this. He's the guy that sued to get out of jail because Luna's a Dionysus citizen now and would have been legal."

"What!" I shouted. Timmy told me what he had read, and Dad nodded.

"It didn't work. Rape is rape, even in our culture," said Timmy.

"I'm sorry," said Dad. "I brought him into our home. I trusted him. I never knew how to bring it up. I'd always hoped you'd blocked it out."

Then he started crying. I went to give him a hug and darned if Timmy didn't beat me too it. Which made me cry. Which is why Ruby and Tomas found us all in the bedroom, hugging and crying, naked.

Given they were naked, it did distract us. A lot.

I have never been with Ruby where I didn't learn something fun. I do love to learn. It put us back on track.

That sucked

Not the past 24 hours. What happened to Luna. She's reading over my shoulder and asked that we just stop. She's officially done with it now. Her brother and father headed home.

OK. I'm pretty sure she's Amy and I'm Bob and I'm good with that. I think it is more a measure of our country than anything. In the rest of the world, women are second-class citizens. Not just places like Saudi Arabia. The US is the absolutely worst. Lip services and no action. Phary's going to help.

But not here. Many, if not most, of the innovations that came out of our country were invented by women. Usually powerful young women. Ruby, Carlina, Nan, Tegan, Pari, Leslie.

Chris.

Morgan and Sophia.

Luna started laughing. Reading over my shoulder, right?

"You've fucked them all," she said, in a surprisingly sensual voice.

"I'm too old for Nan," I said.

"Nice," said Luna. "You just told me the truth, that Nan is too young for you, but did not, in anyway, confirm my supposition that you have sex with the rest. Even though I know you have with Morgan because it is in the journal. Smooth."

"It was a great way to lose my virginity," I said.

"Seriously?" said Luna. "That is a Top 5 losing your virginity story. Does she know?"

"Sure," I said. "I told her that night."

"And the story never got out," said Luna.

I just looked at her. Finally, she laughed.

"Well played. I might just fall in love with you," she said, smiling sheepishly.

"I hope so," I said. "I would hope my love is not unrequited."

"Ooh," said Luna. "Unrequited. A vocabulary stud too. Your love is requited. Is that a word?"

"Yes, but it doesn't mean what you think it means. It means to retaliate," I said.

"Well then I'd better get to it," she said, rolling over on top of me.

"Requite me, requite me," I shouted. OK, it was stupid as hell, but she laughed as hard as I did.

Then she slid down on my now hard cock.

Requite me again, baby.

She gently bounced up and down on me.

"How about another cock?" she said.

"You never have to ask. If you like someone, I like someone. With or without a cock," I said. She grabbed her phone, while still gently bouncing, and sent a text. Not five minutes later, her neighbor that we saw out the door walked into the room. She'd gorgeous. She's tall, maybe 5'9", with caramel colored skin, and small A cup breasts. Come on, I'm Timmy. I know cup sizes. I guess Luna decided on another woman.

Oh. She just dropped her sundress. She has a very nice cock. Easily a 7-inch (18 cm) cock. Thick and uncut.

"Tits and a cock. Yay!" said Luna and me together. Payoff was fun.

Luna rolled off of me and got off the bed. She grabbed my legs and pulled me so that my ass was right at the edge.

Then she lifted my legs in the air.

Oh good, I get to go first. Yay again! I actually met Marlete after she filled me up.

And cleaned me out. Marlete is fun.

She looked up, with a bit of cum on her face, and looked back and forth between the two of us.

"Congratulations," she said.

I guess it is official now.

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