11 November 2019

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Everybody likes our weed

Sophia here.

I had underestimated demand for our newest product line.

Weed.

We have planted a lot more than we originally planned, because we could, and we were still having trouble keeping up. Most of western Europe had seen the success of Canada and legalized. Even the US had legalized weed. It was heavily taxed, but still pretty inexpensive, so we were funneling a ton of money into their coffers. Now, not all of it was inexpensive. We leveraged our brand to create some special varieties too. Our price range went from bargain to could have bought a house. Even adding all the acreage in Asia didn't help because those markets were exploding too. I do want to mention that Hana and Haru are doing an incredible job.

We were throwing off a lot of profit. I was sending a lot of it to Morgan at Hayden International, and even more into the Dioynsus treasury. Morgan kept telling me to slow down. I sent money everywhere I could. Most of the money for schools came from weed. That somehow seemed appropriate.

Bob had insisted that Antonio and I each have 10% ownership and I stopped counting. I do know that if we let it be known, Morgan and I would have a solid spot fairly high on the Forbes 400. If by solid spot you mean number 2. Behind Bob and Amy. Of course, the world didn't even know they should be number one. Well, that's not fair. Forbes just excludes our family now. Although Belen thinks she would be number 2. I suppose it doesn't matter. A trillion here, a trillion there. This from a girl that had less than 10 Euros to her name the day Bob arrived.

But now we are rich from weed. Tee hee. And no, I wasn't giggling because I was high.

Although I admit Morgan and I enjoyed the strains that made you hornier. They were our most popular lines.

I guess having too much money was a good problem. Hayden was doing some amazing things. Hunger = gone. Clean water = everywhere. Morgan had truly upped her investments in the more disadvantaged parts of the world and found an incredibly eager workforce. They wanted opportunity and she gave it to them. She had such success that it was actually forcing wages up in the world. She's so damn awesome. And cute as hell. Of course, that also meant that Hayden's investments were making huge profits. What a weird problem. Between Morgan, Ruby, and Pari, there really wasn't a third-world anymore.

I have no real idea why I wrote this journal. I said I wasn't giggling because I was high. I didn't say I wasn't high. Morgan should be right back. I invoked my Princess powers and sent her on a quest. A quest for cock.

We hadn't seen Tim in way too long. I wanted his BBC bad. Morgan did too. Maybe we would just keep him around as our house stud. Could he survive? Oh good, I just heard the door.

He sure has skills

Morgan here.

Tim does have skills. Oh, he satisfied us both. More than once. He was asleep now and it wasn't just the time change. We wore him out. The Sex Princesses. Wouldn't that be a great band name?

No wait, seriously. The Sex Princesses. You can see it now. Sophia, Chris, Leslie, and me. Nylah and Jessica could join when they're a little older. Of course, you can hear Jessica arguing to be included now because she is a sexual woman. Maybe after Chris wasn't President.

That would rock the world.

Oh, I just made a bad pun.

Sorry. I'm kind of toasted. No, no, not often. Just occasionally. Like we really needed it to be horny. We spent most of our life naked, with various people wandering in and out of our house that were willing to fuck us. Men, women, boys, girls.

Tim was willing to come halfway across the world to cum. Come cum.

Oh, I keep doing it.

Well, he's done and asleep, but I'm not. I need some local cock. So, I sent out a text to one of my favorite group lists. It was just called cock. Hey, I knew what I liked.

Sophia and I need cock. First five to reply come over now. If we wear them out, I may be back for more.

OK, the fact that I got 32 replies in the next 20 seconds didn't surprise me that much. The fact that they stopped then just meant that everybody on my list knew not to bother past the 20 second mark.

OK, OK, I did this more often than you would think. Let's see who was the first five.

Dad, Jameis, Tyrell, Kivin, Semaj. Well that was a nice group.

Then again Dad was always first. I'm pretty sure he had an auto-reply setup for texts from my group. I'd suspected it for a while, so one day I sent a message to the list asking who wanted me to spank their naked butt on the town square.

Dad had immediate replied "I'm in".

That's what he always replies. Surely that was an auto-reply and he didn't want me to spank his naked butt in the town square.

Did he? Then again, I had over 20 replies to the affirmative in 20 seconds.

I'd have to try something a little more outrageous. More outrageous than spanking his naked butt on the town square. Then again, I'm not sure Dad had a limit on outrageous. I'm pretty sure I could have said I wanted to take him for a walk through the dog park with a leash attached to his cock and I'd get the same "I'm in".

Yeah, that wasn't that outrageous. For us.

Oh, good, all five of them showed up already. Naked.

Yum. What to do, what to do.

OK, Sophia and I just rolled up on our knees and wiggled.

"Kivin under me. Semaj under Sophia. Dad fuck Sophia. Jameis fuck me. Tyrell you have first round cleanup," I said, and they all moved quickly. Five was our sweet spot for the first fuck in just this position. Oh, and I wanted Jameis first. I like his huge cock.

We were going to wear them out though. I took my mouth off Kivin's cock for a moment.

"Alexa, get me five more cocks," I said. She just replied "OK".

Hey, I setup my own skill. I used that one a lot. No one complained. Oh, we were in our house in Robertville. We all loved the solitude of Prometheus, but there weren't enough people. You know. We stayed over here when we wanted cock. Most nights.

The Alexa skill knew that when I asked for more cock, I meant in 30 minutes. Yeah, we used this crew up in thirty minutes. If they weren't quite done when the next group arrived, well, they could play with each other. We coaxed three out of each of them then the bedroom door opened again.

The boys were done, but Dad and Jameis weren't. OK, we all took a break to watch Jameis fuck Dad. It was worth the time.

Oh, the next five?

Amai, Lorenzo, Gabe, Oliver, and Nicolo. I didn't even know Nicolo was visiting. The app knew. Thankfully. He was young, but incredibly talented. Amai brought Anahi. Gabe brought Ruby, not Carlina. Age, you know. No wait. Carlina is old enough. Oh, there she is. Oliver brought both Charlotte and Billy. Nicolo brought Ellie and Alma.

Yeah, guests were welcome if you were not in the first group. Even if you were, if we said so.

Yes, we had orgy rules.

Somehow the first five all found at least one more in them. Dad likes Ellie. Alma damn near attacked Jameis. Oh, I can't even remember everything that happened. I just know that I came so many times I thought I was going to pass out. Did I mention that Tim recovered during his nap?

I have quite the belly full of cum too.

How did this entry start? Something about the weed business? I'll pass it back to Sophia. I'm not sure I ever knew the point of the post. I know I don't care.

Hemp. I wanted to talk about hemp

Sophia here. The point of the post was hemp. There was so much confusion over hemp, which was ridiculous. We were all about the sustainable, particularly now that we had ion power. Hemp was magical, for everything from paper, to clothing and more. It has literally hundreds of uses, including a pretty amazing hemp milk and hemp ice cream. I laughed when we satisfied our munchies with hemp ice cream.

Anyway. We were going to do what we always do when we entered a market. We were going to blow it out. One of the most amazing uses of hemp was erosion control. Erosion was a major issue, primarily because of clear cutting. We were working with conservation groups to find places that truly needed hemp to save the area. We were planting and harvesting it, and the conservation group got 10% of the gross revenue. Gross. Before we took out expenses. The Amazon was covered in hemp now thanks to Orlando. That might not even have come up yet. We get behind.

We were going to be rolling in the green, and I mean money. Sorry, still a little toasted. You're enjoying the thought of Morgan and me a little high and hornier.

We were working throughout the US, with farmers, on crop rotations including hemp. We provided the expertise and the knowledge, and they grew the product. In that case, our only involvement was assistance. It was making a huge difference. We were putting all our efforts into family farms. They needed the most help and the big industrial farms could figure it out for themselves.

But the biggest need, after the Amazon, and where we could save and even restore tillable land was throughout Africa. We were working with governments on both coastal erosion and interior erosion. In the first case, we were planting a strip of hemp that would hold everything in place up and down almost the entire coast of the continent. Think about what that took in effort, infrastructure, and jobs. Yeah, jobs. It was a big deal to us. We were helping change the entire standard of living on the continent.

We had followed Pari in, so she opened a lot of doors for us, both with the schools and power. We tried to coordinate so we could have an overall economic impact, open schools, and add power all in a coordinated effort.

It was wonderful.

But can we get back to this post? Everyone wore out except Sophia and me. I asked Alexa for more.

Blake with Alison, Tom with Jess, Jesse with Julia, Lance with Linda, Nathan with Sara. Sometimes Alexa liked to do our originals. I didn't know Nathan and Sara were here either and Tom and Jess were usually on Vino. Oh, forgot Matt. He came with Lance and Linda.

Then he came with me in a totally different way. No one had left. No one. The bedroom was getting a little packed. What a problem to have. So, we moved it out onto the big back patio. Nothing like sex under the stars.

Did you think we were done now? You don't know us well if you did.

Sex is good.

The problem is those damn women

I still wasn't satisfied. We were using up too many men with the women they brought. I'm kidding. Sort of. I told Alexa to put us on a 5 cocks per half hour plan until further notice. She notified every one of their upcoming time and they understood they might get cancelled. We discovered that men would wait if they thought it was for Morgan and me. Oh, this is Sophia. Horny, horny Sophia. I did laugh, because the next batch of cocks came without pussies, so to speak. I think the skill had been improved. We also had more than 5 arrive.

Got it. Alexa was compensating for the women that had arrived.

How thoughtful of our AI.

The first two through the door were Colby and Luke. Both were two young for us. Got it. They made a beeline for Ruby and Carlina. Yeah, get them off the table. Next in were Titus and Eddie. Good choices. It looked like we were getting the 9 to 17 crowd right now. Nice.

Jonah, Jay, and Gage came in together. The flow of cocks didn't seem to be stopping. The door opened again and Kevin, Gina, Julian, Caden, Shin, Frederik, Gilen, and Halsten walked in. Morgan looked at me and laughed.

"Alexa, cancel order," said Morgan.

"Should I cancel the remaining 394 cocks?" asked Alexa. OK, we both laughed. 394 more cocks. God it was tempting. If nothing else we'd watch a hot boy orgy.

But it was late.

"Allow any that are already on their way," said Morgan. Well that seemed fair.

"OK," said Alexa. "284 cocks cancelled." I am sure my eyes got as big as Morgan's.

"Alexa, how many cocks are on their way," I asked.

"110 cocks continue on their way," said Alexa. "They will arrive within the next two minutes."

Everyone heard that entire exchange. Everyone cheered. I guess they're a fun group. It was a good thing we were on the back deck. After all, 110 more cocks were arriving. I looked up just as an E-111 with military markings was landing in our front yard.

Why was a military E-111 landing in our yard?

"Alexa, why is an E-111 landing?" said Morgan.

"The aircraft is delivering your cocks," said Alexa, whose AI has much improved with Rylee. "I crafted a training mission for the fast response team on Helios."

"So, you're delivering a 110 hot Hispanic cocks that are all soldiers?" I asked. She does conversational so well now.

"There are 110 cocks on the aircraft. Approximately 64% are Hispanic, although 52% of the 64% trace their roots to indigenous tribes. The remaining make up includes 14% black, 21% white, with the remaining 13% being primarily, but not exclusively Asian. The 110 cocks are attached to 97 men, 11 women, and 3 people who choose not to designate a gender but do have working cocks."

"Working cocks," I asked.

"Yes, I excluded three women who no longer have working penises," said Alexa. Of course, she did.

Just then 110 cocks came running around the house, dressed in full riot gear. The leader, who was a General, came directly up to Morgan and me. Given we were lying on a double lounge stark naked, his professionalism was impressive. OK, he did get hard. I think they were all hard.

"Princesses, my apologies, but we were not briefed in flight but were told you would share the emergency," said the General. He looked quite concerned.

"You're aware this is a training mission?" I asked. His eyes got big and he laughed.

"No, that information did not come through," he said. He turned and shouted, "stand down."

"Was there some service we could provide?" asked the General.

"Well," said Morgan. "It was a small bit of misunderstanding, but we are hopeful you can still be of service. We ordered cock." His eyes got big.

"You realize there are 110 of us," he said. To my impressive surprise, every single person on the porch that wasn't part of the 110 shouted "Yes we know" at the same time.

To which the General quickly replied "jinx." He really shouldn't have, given he didn't say it, but he's cute so we let it slide. It got a little crazy right then, but I remember Morgan leaning in for the kiss. We all got in line. We're polite. We were all kissing him. We were almost through the line kissing him pretty passionately when Carlina and Tegan jumped on a table.

"We declare a gangbang," they shouted, then Carlina turned to Tegan and yelled "jinx". Which is how all of us, including our 110 new friends, ended up watching Tegan and Carlina kiss their way through multiple orgasms. Now luckily we did this while our 110 new friends got undressed. Let me share a little bit of what happened.

At least no one preempted!

We would have been Pissed with a capital P. You know the old saying that if you have lemons, you can make lemonade. We had 110 unexpected cocks, attached to in-shape members of our military. They needed to be rewarded for their efforts, right? We were still standing on the table. Still naked.

"OK," I said, shouting. "One line. When there is an opening, so to speak, you're up. It might be me. It might be Tegan. If you get back in line, you have the option of waiting until the other of us is available."

"You really should experience us both," shouted Tegan, which got a cheer out of the crowd. I should mention that during this time of establishing the rules, every single one of our newcomers stripped. I guess rank has its privileges, because the general was at the front of the line. He had to make a decision.

He got to pick. He was speaking to the second person in the line and the finally shook hands. I laughed because it was a little loud and they leaned in to talk and their cocks kept bouncing against each other. As they were shaking hands, the general used his other hand to get a few strokes in on Cock number 2.

Did I mention the second person in line was a simply stunning woman, with dark hair, supple curves, uplifted B cups, and a 9-inch (23 cm) throbbing cock?

I guess it was luck of the draw. They walked up together and shared that they were both getting back in line, and had agreed that Andre, the general, would be with Tegan, and I would start with Colonel Carmine.

Come on, we couldn't do better with the names if this was porn. And yes, we always did introductions before the fuck. I saw that Tegan was on her knees, which is a fun one, because someone from the other line can get underneath. Sometimes the men will get in that line and wait for one of us to choose this position. That way they lick pussy, lick cock, and get a world-class blowjob.

I was confident that these 110 people from Helios were, to a person, aware of Tegan and my oral skills. We are known for much in the world, and our oral skills were one of our strengths. Interplanetary travel, world-peace, and oral sex.

It's a pretty nice trio, although if you actually ranked our useful skills, the first two in that list of three wouldn't make the top 10.

We have other skills.

Andre was being gentle with Tegan, and the person that crawled under them looked to be a 9 or 10-year-old boy. He had a cute little 3-inch (8 cm) cock, which I only saw briefly before Tegan essentially swallowed it, including his balls.

We all heard the boy moan.

I'd flipped Carmine onto her back and climbed on. Come on. Tits and a cock. Your first time has to be this position to appreciate the entire experience. Her breasts and nipples are really sensitive, and she made me stop playing with them.

"I want to last," said Carmine. Well that's good and bad. I love a leisurely fuck, but there are people in line...

I gave both her nipples one last strong tweak.

And she filled me up. And up. That was a lot of cum. In the interest of efficiency, we would do cleanup with every third person. It's one reason getting underneath is popular. The second line moves faster. We try to be sensitive to that. There are a lot of positions now in which we have designed a third. Everyone knows them, so they'll jump in if they want.

Everyone. They're taught in the schools and practiced in the wrestling rooms.

Everyone.

OK, I have spent a long time narrating our first, which I admit was spectacular. Some of it was setup, but I'm not going to tell you about all 110. I will say that Carlina and I have skills and stamina, so we were both able to complete the line. Yep, two from each.

We saved Luca and Gabe until last.

But we swapped. Or maybe we didn't. We're a quad. So, is it swapping when I'm with Luca and Tegan is with Gabe?

Inquiring minds want to know. We had the boys on their backs and were bouncing gently. That let everyone kiss everyone.

"So, is this pairing swapping or not, given we're a quad?" I asked. Everyone looked at me.

"Perhaps a topic for a little later?" said Gabe, wryly. OK, he has a point. Everyone knew that this was the last fuck of the night and many offered tribute. Cum. The people with cocks sometimes offered the tribute from the tap. This late, it was usually from a handjob or blowjob/handjob combo.

In other words, most of the cum came in the form of rain. Cum rain.

The was nice, because it gave cleanup opportunities for those without cocks.

In the non-binary world in which we live, we often talk body parts, not gender. Positions are not dictated by gender. They're dictated by equipment.

Dick-tated.

I made myself laugh. I'm 9.

We were not the first, or second, or probably third, of the night for the boys, so they lasted and lasted, until they didn't. They filled us right up, and Tegan and I just laid down onto their sticky chests. We woke up hours later, under the stars, with a nice breeze, and not a single person on the back porch other than us. One thing that amazes me about our country is that the porch looked like no one had ever been there. Now that's not entirely fair. The entire porch was sticky. It would get hosed down automatically as soon as it sensed the porch was empty. My point was more about cups and glasses and plates and anything else related to a party was gone. Remember the beginning of this entry, where Sophia talked about hemp? Everything we use for a party is made out of hemp. Everything biodegrades in under 90 days.

There was nothing. You picturing a giant cleaning crew of ninjas that cleaned without waking us.

Nope. Everyone cleaned up after themselves, quietly, and didn't leave until it was clean. This was not a one-time thing. This is our culture.

We fuck good too. I know this for a fact, because it turned out that Luca and Gabe had one more in them, in the middle of the night, under the stars. We swapped back, or did we? I was with Gabe and Tegan was with Luca. I guess we just have to write all that out. This is a favorite for the four of us.

Gabe and Luca lie with their legs pointing at each other and slide forward until they have about a 12-inch (30.5 cm) gap, cock to cock. Then we sit on their cocks, taking them in the ass.

Which puts us right at that 12-inch (30.5 cm) gap. Which is the perfect distance for a larger double-ended dildo. So, we bounce up and down on their cocks, in our ass, while we fuck each other with the dildo. You have the entire mental image and it is spectacular, isn't it?

Not as spectacular as the real thing.

Tegan and I rolled through orgasm after orgasm until the boys just couldn't hold back. They cleaned up their messes quite well. We trooped inside and took a long hot shower. We can do that. We reclaim the water and heat it with ion power. Water isn't the issue it used to be. The self-contained reclamation system is the exact small form factor of an ion cube. For a smaller house, they came as one unit.

I do not know why I felt the need to share that, but this post did start by focusing on our efforts to be better world citizens.

And to no one's surprise evolved into a pretty damn nice fuck party.

We didn't even dry off but walked back onto the patio. That's the other reason we took a long-ish shower.

The back porch was clean as could be. We went over to a different lounge, right at the water, looking towards the almost full moon. Tegan and I cuddled, with Gabe behind me and Luca behind her. As I fell asleep, I noticed that Luca and Gabe had reached over and were holding hands, sound asleep.

We've got a damn good thing.

We left you hanging

Camron here, doing what Camron does. I realized Akira promised to tell the rest of our evening story on the boat and a lot more. She said, and I quote, "I'll leave you hanging for another chapter".

Three chapters ago.

Akira is brilliant and one of the reasons we work so well together is she is a fantastic starter. She has incredible ideas, gets things rolling, and it is headed down the track.

Then a butterfly flies by and she's off on to something else, and she hadn't built the brakes for the train yet.

I am a brake builder. I come into the projects later, when they're well-defined. I finish them. I steer them through the morass of a project. You know what I mean. I don't care if it is conquering another planet or doing your group project in 6th grade, there is going to be some shit in the middle of the project. Remember the NASA project where one group used Imperial measurements and another used Metric?

I'm the one that checks those things and nudges us back on track.

In 6th grade, it was probably Biff, who joined the team to fail spectacularly at getting into Muffy's pants but doesn't actually do his part of the project.

There's always a Biff.

My apologies to anyone actually named named Biff. It was a cultural reference.

And this entire rant is unfair. Completely. Akira and I work well because we have different strengths and weaknesses.

Maybe I should start over.

No, let's move on to the sex. There is always sex. Well, there is.

Amy recommended an interior designer. Someone named Alexis. Apparently Amy has known her for a few years, and she lives in Clearwater. Oh, that means she's an original. Alexis was going to help us do a refresh on the house, but more importantly she was going to work with Sequoia and her family, along with working with Soo-Ah and her family. You haven't met them yet. Akira!

Oh well. I'll introduce them here. They're fun. You see we quickly blew out Sequoia and Hershel. Not blew, although that was frequent, blew out. Filled up their time. Needed more help. That is not a reflection on their inability to do the job. It is a reflection on Akira and my time spent trying to make JetsonCar work.

It's not like Uber or Lyft were profitable. A short tangent. We'd introduced flying cars to great success. Right now, they still required drivers. No, required is the wrong word. The driver just gets paid to sit there, since the cars are autonomous. We just haven't gotten all the approvals yet and honestly, the cost of the driver, contrary to every analysis, wasn't the financial challenge of the company. We were working with jurisdictions that were open to autonomous cars and had deployed about three thousand of them. We had two price tiers. Driverless and Driver included. The customer made the choice and the difference in cost reflected the driver's wages. So, you paid more for a driver, and if you weren't a dick, you tipped the driver. Or you flew without a driver and a tip.

So far, most people liked a driver and were willing to pay for it. The gap was pretty big, in price, because we pay the drivers a good wage. All of our businesses pay well. What changed everything was a combination of ion-power and flying. Gas costs were killing the drivers. We provided the cars, that required no gas, and covered all insurance.

I guess I should tell that tangent too. This is going to be a tangent filled catch-up. You see we needed insurance for the cars. We really didn't want insurance for the cars. By that I mean, we were happy to self-insure. We have money. The likelihood of accidents was low. This was Rylee's programming, right? What we needed was the administration of insurance. For health insurance, they call it ASO. Administrative Services Only. Big companies had enough people that they just had the ASO pay the claims from their cash.

That's what we wanted too, but the states balked. Rich or not, they wanted an insurer in play. We approached the auto insurers, and most laughed. We approached the ASO companies, and they couldn't do it.

Until we went to Columbus Ohio. Home of OSU. The Ohio State. The school that once tried to trademark the word the.

They didn't get that trademark.

Columbus is home to Nationwide Insurance. A well-known brand in insurance, for sure. Morgon did the introductions to their CEO. Not Morgan, whose introduction would probably have worked too.

Morgon. Stephen's grandkids were going to Tuttle Crossing, one of Morgon's newest schools, which was almost next to OSU. It used to be a mall. Shocked! I'm sure you are shocked!

We didn't want to meet him at his office. That always causes all kinds of crises. Any member of the immediate family, which keeps growing, causes a furor when they go someplace. Akira was rumored to be buying the Warriors just because she went to a game.

She didn't buy the Warriors, did she? Should we?

I suppose I should check. No, she didn't. Yet.

Morgon suggested we meet at the school.

Where his grandkids go to school. This is where you're expecting wild fucking in the wrestling room. Stephen wasn't comfortable there, so we just borrowed a conference room.

And struck a deal to take Nationwide private under our ownership. They were able to accommodate our administrative needs. We had, of course, forgotten that now we run Nationwide too. It's kind of a big thing to forget, but we like Stephen, so it is good. We did immediately give widespread raises throughout the organization and rolled out our universal healthcare program and our school reimbursement and others.

Dionysus Nationwide is on your side.

There was a side effect that our ownership provided a sense of consumer comfort. Over the first three months of our ownership, we were growing at a 65% rate, and that counted no growth the first month.

People like to buy from us. We gave raises, lowered prices, and cut our margins.

Competitors squawked.

So, sue us. What's their argument? They're losing business because we're bad businesspeople?

So that problem was out of the way.

Back to Alexis and I haven't even gotten close to the title of the story yet. May I started with the fact that Alexis is fucking adorable fucking and yes that was the proper number of fuckings in that sentence. She's sexy and funny and talented. In both business and pleasure. She had an eye that melded our tastes with the surroundings. She walked us through the house, talking through each room and promised to make 3-D models to show us before we decided.

"Nah," said Akira. "Just do it. We get it. It's going to be awesome." We didn't mention we could read her and see the 3-D designs she was envisioning. We were careful and that's all we read. We sent her over to Sequoia's next.

We're still a little stunned

We are! Things are moving so fast and so well that we aren't sure we even quite believe it. I think I am supposed to mention this is Jori, one of Sequoia and Hershel's kids. Hey, we're in charge, right?

Mom hasn't completely bought into that yet, but we're good kids. We do our homework, we help around the house, and we're all good fucks.

That last part might be unique to Dionysus. Carlyn and I are 9 and we're doing mostly 10th grade work in our new school. Theo graduated high school on his first day and tested out of about a third of his college degree in climate engineering. All three of us believe. This family, the extended family, is making a difference. Heck, we have quite a commute and we usually drive separately. Sounds weird, huh?

Until you remember our cars are carbon positive. It's not much per trip, but it is not nothing. You know that made sense.

Anyhoo.

We're not clear how, but we walked through with Alexis, the house completely furnished, down to the pots and pans.

"I'm confused," said Mom, to Alexis. "I thought we were walking through an empty apartment."

"Akira and Camron wanted to make sure you could move in quickly, so we staged this all temporarily. Once you've made your choices, we'll replace all this," said Alexis. I watched Mom's head swivel.

"But this is perfect!" said Mom. "I couldn't have even guided you to better." Hmm.

I ran into my bedroom and it was perfect. The walls had been painted a pale pink. The furniture was all Scandinavian, which I love. There was even a poster of Grace and Orlando.

The one from the show. With the cum.

I was masturbating to that. I turned to Alexis.

"You read us all," I said. Alexis laughed.

"No," she said. "Not without permission. I feel what you like. It's not intrusive."

"But we just met today," I said.

"I don't have to be with you to feel what you like," said Alexis. Of course not.

"But there is one important thing that hasn't been done," said Alexis. We all just waited her out.

"The master bedroom hasn't been christened," said Alexis. Oh hell, we knew exactly what that meant.

"Why don't we give your parents some privacy, so they can do just that," said Alexis.

Mom and Dad headed towards their room, shedding clothes in the hall. Not a bad thing to watch. They went into their room and just as Mom was closing the door, she looked at us all.

"Get your asses in here," said Mom. We set a record in the strip dash.

We ran in and Theo stopped us. He carefully positioned Carlyn and me, plus Alexis, around the bed. Then he pointed at Mom and Dad and the bed.

And we watched them make slow passionate love. I know I learned things, but what I really saw was their love for each other.

God I hope I have that someday.

"Cum on me," said Mom. Then Dad did. A lot. A lot!

"Clean me up kids," said Mom, smiling. Theo beat us both to the treasured spot between her knees. Oh know, Carlyn and I were both going to have to focus on one of her breasts. Her simply amazing breasts.

Theo is good at cleanup. Just as Mom truly exploded, Dad slid into me.

Me!

Sorry, that deserved an exclamation point. Things got a little crazy at that point. Carlyn pulled Alexis onto the bed and onto her knees.

So, Theo could fuck her. Just as Theo slid in, Alexis pointed at a closet door. Carlyn ran over and opened it and was back quickly.

With a huge double-ended dildo, already inserted.

Which meant we got to watch Carlyn fuck Mom.

I think we like our new place. Something makes me say the kids' beds might not be used all that much.

We're all OK with that.

OK, OK

I have been properly shamed. I will jump in and introduce our other team and their family. Yes, they.

Soo-ah and Min-jun. You know the story you just read? It wasn't over. Camron and I brought Soo-ah and family over. Which led to six of us having a pretty wild evening. First, I guess I should introduce them.

Or at least describe them. They're both somewhere in their thirties, or maybe forties. We didn't ask. Didn't care. Soo-ah is about 5'8", thin, with a wonderful 5-inch (13 cm) thin cock. There are a variety of uses for his perfect cock.

I have tried a number of them.

Min-jun is a petite 5'3", also thin, but with amazing C cup breasts which are large on her small frame. Just perfect too. I know. I have considerable experience with her fine breasts.

I can't forget Yun-seo and Min-kyu. 13 and 12. Girl and boy. Yun-seo is about an inch taller than her mom, with B cups at 13. Imagine a Japanese Sophia.

Yes, that.

Min-kyu is adorable, with a small 3-inch (8 cm) cock that is perpetually hard. I was actually surprised they weren't twins, given their similarities.

Nope. Just sexy. All four of them.

We had a great dinner delivered, which somehow ended up with us eating sushi off each other. A little weird but pretty damn fun. I won't narrate the entire night, and it did last all night, but you can imagine an incredible experience.

I'm not sure Alexis wanted to go home. Hell, I was home and it is heaven.

See, I described them finally.

Oh, this is supposed to be about our trip to Robertville?

Yeah, I'll leave that to Camron. He's better at finishing.

Sometimes in me, sometimes on me.

I'll leave you with that mental image.

My name is Paz

Life is weird. Last week, my family lived in the slums in Mexico City. Today we moved into the Presidential Palace. OK, it's a modest home in Mexico City, but still. It's all a bit confusing. The house was purchased by my predecessor. He moved out of Los Pinos, the former Presidential Palace, to show he was a common man. That didn't work very well, but for us, this is a palace. We lived in a one-bedroom apartment and Rafael and I shared a sleeper couch.

Yeah, and we're still virgins. We can't explain it either, but it is what it is.

So, the Presidential modest house then. You may remember a brief mention of us in an earlier chapter. Mexico now has the same ages of consent as Dionysus. We're the first major country to follow their lead. I can't even explain it all. Mostly it came from watching kids. The vast majority of kids in our country were not going to get opportunities. Now letting them fuck didn't fix that, but it was the first step towards changing our schools.

It makes more sense now, doesn't it?

I'm just a kid, but I was inspired by Greta, the teenaged climate activist. So, I followed her lead. I protested at the government center. For a while, it was just nasty men propositioning me, which kind of makes sense, given I was advocating new consent laws. I patiently explained to them that I appreciate their being direct but that it would be a felony for them now, but they should check back with me once I succeeded. That's when I'd say no, but they didn't know that. It bought me a little time. Somehow my little cause got some local attention, which led to some national attention, which led to a bit of international attention. I'm freaking 10 years old. I was just promoting a cause, but then it happened.

Our president, you know, the last one, called me out. By name. Weird shit started happening. His supporters are pretty rabid. I ended up being interviewed on the most popular national news show in the country.

Me. On TV. Mom helped me do a little makeup and sewed me a new dress. It made me sad when she gave it to me. Not because it wasn't a nice dress. Just the opposite. It is gorgeous and I look good in it.

It's made out of the material of her favorite dress. No, not like her dress.

Her dress. Her only nice dress.

Shit. I do love her. We have such an amazing family. I think what Rafael and I could do with access to schools like Dionysus.

During the interview, he asked if I was planning on running for President.

"It's an interesting dichotomy, isn't it?" I said. "Right now, I can't run, and my proposals include the ability for me to run. Recent polling shows overwhelming support for my proposals. So, what does he do? If he vetoes it, then why did he do it? Was it because of the proposal or because I could run? So that's my challenge. Sign it. You know it is what your constituents want. Who knows, maybe I will run. Maybe."

It was just words. Like I could run for president. Me. Imagine the sound of the raspberry that I'm making right now. Then a funny thing happened. Newspapers started writing about my campaign. What fucking campaign? Opinion columnists were encouraging me to run. Kids were organizing fund raisers at their schools for me.

What was odd was the encouragement was coming from everywhere. I was approached by every major party to run, including the incumbent's party. If I was going to run, I was going to do the impossible, at least historically in our country. I was going to run as an independent. Just kidding. Me. Run. Sure. Remember, I'm 10 years old. I know, I've read the journal now. Amazing things. Young kids. Yada Yada. They all had the advantage of wealth and access to schools.

Except they didn't, did they? Look at Chris. President Chris. I met President Chris. Damn. She didn't even go to the schools. Neither did Leslie.

Shit. Maybe I'm supposed to run.

He made a big show of a signing ceremony and invited me to attend. Well, the world was going to see me in the same dress. That's life. I stood right at his arm as he signed it, and he made a big show of presenting me with the pen. What's the old adage? Better to have the camel inside the tent pissing out than the camel on the outside of the tent pissing in. I got what I wanted. I could retire from politics now. Our family walked out the front of the Federal building and were overwhelmed with media. I recognized the man that interviewed me, and he walked over. His cameraman raised his camera and I found a microphone being held between us.

"So, when do you officially announce your candidacy?" he asked, on live TV. I appear to have gotten carried away.

"No better time than now," I found myself saying.

"You've been courted by every major party," he said. "Which party do you plan to choose?"

"None," I said. "I'll be running as an independent. I believe our country needs a voice that is not beholden to special interests. I will listen to the people and work hard to be the best caretaker that I can be. That's the job of the president. To ensure that everyone in the country has an advocate and to ensure opportunities for all. Today's legislation is a big step. Once elected, I hope to work with the Minister of Education from Dionysus to implement their educational program nationwide. The youth are our future. It's time we stepped up."

It was truly weird. From the time I spoke that paragraph to the election day, I was the front runner. We're not talking a small margin either. I won, as you know. No one mentioned it, because it embarrasses me to talk about it, but I received 98.3% of the vote with the highest turnout in history. In the last election, there was 63% turnout. This election just broke 90%. I was going to do two things, early in my presidency. I was going to meet some of the 1.7% that voted against me. I was also going to meet some of the 10% that didn't vote at all.

My presidency was for them too. Everyone. I wanted to learn more about those that were against me and those that were apathetic.

It's time.

Did I mention that Bob created a substantial trust to renovate Los Pinos and make it a true National museum? The trust will fund it forever. No, they didn't donate to my campaign. That's illegal here. I didn't take any special interest money. I didn't really campaign. I spent $112 on filing fees. I spoke at any event that invited me. That's it.

Tonight's the night

This is going to get weird and it took a lot of discussion with Rafael and our parents to decide if it was a good idea or not. You see, I'm still early in my presidency, and there is a small opposition group and they're being brutal. They've used every trick. There focus is that I'm a slut, not a virgin, and that the school idea is just to give me, and I quote, "fresh cock". They'd published photoshopped pictures that they alleged were me fucking dozens of men.

They weren't me. I have investigators trying to find the model to ensure she is safe.

My replies have been muted. I've never replied to them or directly to the accusations. I just continued to talk about directions. I'd met with Pari but will come back to that.

After tonight, I'm inviting Pari back. Bob and Amy too. You'll see.

Back to the idea. We needed to take a country that grew up being taught that sex was bad and open them up to newer ideas. So, I proposed a weekly show, where two people that loved each other, but had waited, would lose their virginity.

Live and in color. On National TV.

Hey, you can turn it off. Turn it on and you might learn something. What you'll see is love.

Tonight was the first episode and the press coming up to it was heavy.

And supportive. There was polling done and a huge majority wanted the show. Another question in the poll was about a show that visually taught a new Kama Sutra position every week.

99.8% voted yes. They even checked the comments on the 0.2%.

All but three said no because they already knew all the positions.

It was going to be the second half hour of our version of Must See TV.

Did I mention the premiere episode stars Rafael and me? We were in the Green Room right now. We were trying to block out all the commotion. Finally, it was time and we walked into what looked like a nice bedroom. A big bed, with white sheets and a thick white comforter. I made Rafael sit on the bed and did a sexy little striptease for him. OK, I probably looked like a sick flamingo, but I tried, and Rafael seemed to enjoy it. Finally, I was naked and went and sat on the bed. He hopped up and to my surprise, did a sexy strip for me.

He was better at it than me. He was damn good at it. When he was down to his underwear, and clearly hard, he waved me over. I got down on my knees and slowly lowered his underwear until his cock popped out. I took him right in my mouth. It didn't seem to be the time to show my deep throat skills, so I focused on a Level 1 caliber blowjob.

We are virgins. I never said we didn't touch each other. Same bed, remember? I'll tell that first time story too. I could feel him swell and pulled back and took that first load on my chest. Remember, nipple bumps. Nipple bumps covered with cum. I took his hand and led him back to the bed. I had him lay back on the bed and I climbed on him and sat on his legs. His view was my cum covered nipple bumps. I took some of the cum and spread it on his cock and slowly jacked him off and made him grow. And grow.

It was time. I looked at him and smiled and got a huge smile back. I lifted up and put his cock in the right place. I was of the rip the Band-Aid off camp, so I dropped pretty fast and pretty hard.

And let out quite a yelp. Shit that hurt. I stayed down for quite a bit, letting things calm down. I could look to the right and see us on a monitor and damn we looked good. I didn't realize a tear had dripped down my cheek. Hey, it hurt.

I finally started bouncing faster and faster and faster until I just exploded and so did Rafael. I sat back down on him and felt him softening. That is such a cool feeling. It all was.

I was doing this a lot. I finally lifted up and his cock slipped out. Followed by a huge dollop of red tinged cum.

I didn't think we'd do cleanup this first time.

But I think it made a point. The attacks stopped after that. The good, no great, news was they found the girl and it was clear that they were about to kill her. I'll come back to that too.

The last scene of the show is me sitting on the bench in the shower and Rafael is gently washing me, ending with a shampoo.

Hey, we read the journal. Shampooing someone you love is intimate.

Highest rated show in Mexican TV history.

Off to visit my friend

Amy here. I'm off to see my friend Diane and her brother Cepos. They were ready to show us the family house. That was our new thing. We just shared houses. Most went in the app.

Sharing is caring, right?

For some reason Bob was busy today. Yes, I realize how that reads. He suggested I go first. I think he had an ulterior motive, but I wasn't clear what. Something was in the air with Diane, not unlike Pari, at least for Bob. I see the allure. I see it. She's a gorgeous young woman, but I know Bob and that's not all that appeals to him. He can fuck pretty girls all day long. If he connects, it is to the whole package.

I'm the whole package, right?

I do laugh, because the women to whom Bob is attracted are seriously strong women. It's the bond he has with his daughters too. For that matter, with Orlando. He's developed that bond with their spouses too.

Yes, sex is involved. Have you met us? But it is more than that. We are a family of strong people. Yes, we're fortunate. We get that. But don't forget, we don't need the world stage. We could take all our money and go home and be done with it all. We don't. We help. I know you don't read as much about me, but I'm involved. So many of our family. We write a little about it, but not a lot. That's not the point of helping people out, is it?

I have no idea why I went on that tangent. There was just something there with Diane. Honestly, I'm not sure Bob even knew what it was.

I get it. Pari, you know. Damn.

Back on track. The reason I can write this while we're in the air is that I brought along another pilot. I don't fly as much as everyone else, and I prefer a co-pilot. Today it just happened to be Horacio. Yeah, believe what you want, but I'd just requested a pilot.

Ain't complain' about it being Horacio. Before we even took off, he asked if he could get me off and what would be my preferred method. Preferred would have been by frequent rubbing by his cock. Inside.

But we both agreed to save that. Second was orally.

Holy shit I had forgotten how skilled Horacio is. I should mention that his entry in the journal reflects when we met him. He was 9 years old and already sported a 9-inch (23 cm) cock.

Horacio is 11 now. You're predicting an 11-inch (28 cm) cock, aren't you? Nope.

12. Almost 13.

And thick. Really, really thick.

There was this night with Horacio, Rute, and Valerio. With Bob. And Juanita. And Davis.

Rute and I had a lot of fun. Five cocks. Six cums per cock. Thirty cums.

Two girls to cum in or on. Now we're nice women, and we recognized their varied interests, so only four of their cums came to us.

Still a nice ten cums each. The others went to each other and we helped. Oh, how we helped.

Did I mention the strap-ons? Hell, my strongest orgasm of the night was the golden arches with Rute and a double-ended dildo.

How did this post go down a tangent of another sex-filled weekend?

Hmm. Apparently I am expecting a sex-filled weekend. Like that surprises anyone.

I do not underestimate Cepos either. He's Twenties, over 6 feet, and has a 7-inch (18 cm) uncut cock and the skills to use it. I know. Bob knows. Hell, Horacio will know soon.

Diane already knows. Horacio just grinned at me. Ah, Horacio already knows Cepos. I am stunned not surprised.

Oh good. We're landing. I need a distraction or I'm going to have fingers buried in myself.

Hard to type that way. Unless they're not my fingers.

Focus Amy.

A damn nice house

The house is gorgeous. Oh my. South Carolina. I think I forgot to mention that part. It's all one floor, and really sprawling, but up in the air. This is hurricane country, so the entire house is up high, with things below that could be lost. Normal cars. Boats. That kind of thing. There was a huge boathouse under the house. There was an under-the-house garage, but also one up higher for the cars you wanted to protect. I laughed, because that garage had a glass wall to the living room. Another museum.

Bob does like his cars. Did I sell that? Easily half of them here are mine. On this island, they're mostly eye-candy and spreading the inventory. There were limited roads, because we didn't need roads much anymore. All the cars in the museum here were recovered and converted gems. Too far gone to restore, not too far gone to restore with ion-power.

Which meant they all fly. Which is how they got into the garage/museum. I'm sure people were confused by garage doors that opened on the second floor. Do you know what they remind me of? Think of almost any space movie. The giant garage doors open on the side of the starship and the planes fly in. Ok, Leslie's Starship has those doors.

Well your Starship needs doors.

I am rambling and confused today. Something is in the air.

We came down the stairs to Diane and Cepos waiting. Diane was jumping up and down and squealing. The rest of us just stopped and stared for a bit, including her brother Cepos.

Diane is tall, beautiful, and has uplifted B cup breasts.

Diane was jumping up and down.

It was worth watching. Cepos was clearly enjoying it. We could tell.

Cepos was naked too. Diane ran over for a hug but stopped short. She took the straps to my sundress and pulled them to the side, causing my dress to drop to the ground.

Then I got the hug. And the kiss.

And three fingers. Right there next to the plane. She took me through three massive explosions before she let me come down.

The boys liked the show. We would have used them up on the grass if we didn't slow them down. It didn't help that Horacio was naked now too, or that Cepos had helped him undress and had sucked him a bit. Quite a bit.

I did appreciated that Horacio made him stop before he wasted a load. OK, not wasted, but not in or on me.

Queen Amy, you know. Oh, you know I'll share.

Diane took my hand and we headed towards the house. I simply loved that Cepos took Horacio's hand and they were happily walking along, hard cocks bouncing, chatting up a storm, while holding hands.

Can you imagine that on the streets of New York? The holding hands part.

Not the bouncing cock part. Although that would have received a lot of positive attention. They're both sculpted young men with impressive endowment. I realized they had dropped back, and we turned around. They were about ten feet back and seriously making out. There was a lot of tongue involved.

Then the broke apart, laughed, and ran to catch up.

Bouncing some more.

There is literally no point to this story, but given the amount of young, fun, and naked, I'm telling it anyway.

What's up with Amy?

She is almost vibrating. She is one of the highest energy people I know, but this wasn't energy. It was more than that. This is going to sound ridiculous, but it was almost an aura. Yeah, yeah, new age Diane.

Something was up. I'm not even sure she knows what. I could just ride it out, but I'm a lot more comfortable with Amy now.

A lot. I love Bob, I really do, but Amy is just as special.

Oh. No. Nah.

They have Pari. Except they don't seem to understand Pari. Then again, I had a little orgasm when I typed Pari.

Pari, Pari, Pari.

Shit. I'm drenched.

Hmm.

Then it hit me. I stopped and turned to Amy.

"Where's Bob?" I asked. "Why didn't he come?"

"I don't know," said Amy. "He just said he couldn't come."

"And that has you rattled. Do you worry about where he is?" I asked. Amy laughed. Heartily.

"Not at all," said Amy. "I guarantee he is fucking up a storm. Probably a group, but if I was a betting woman, Pari is with him."

"This is a setup," I said. "Isn't it?" Amy cocked her head.

"Yeah, probably," said Amy. "But I'm good with it. We're a fun group. Nothing to worry about. It's just fun."

She took my hand and dragged me along. Skipping. I had forgotten how to skip and had to shuffle my feet a bit to remember. Then again, Amy skipping, now naked, is distracting. Bouncing up and down. Up and down. I looked back and sure enough, they were skipping too.

And bouncing.

I turned around, dragging Amy with me. I walked over to Horacio and pushed him in the chest. Oh, he knew what I meant, and Amy did the same with Cepos. They both laid back in the grass, on a beautiful day in South Carolina. They were really close to each other and stealing kisses and tweaking each other's nipples. OK, Amy and I watched for a bit, but this time she took the lead and settled on to Cepos' cock.

Oh God. Horacio filled me up. Damn.

We were all close enough to kiss and did. A lot. Bouncing, kissing, fondling, we were all in. I reached over and played with Amy's clit and then slid two fingers in, alongside Cepos' cock.

Amy just exploded. Cepos kept bouncing her through her entire orgasm. She fell down onto his chest to a loud pop of his cock pulling out.

And proceeding to just drench us. All four of us were covered in cum.

Guess what happened? Hell yes, I went off, but this time Horacio bucked me off, and added to the mess. We couldn't stop laughing. We kept scooping up cum and offering our fingers to each other. I scooped up a huge glob and pushed Amy back down onto Cepos' chest.

Which gave me access. I finger fucked Amy, using the cum as lube. Hard. I just pounded her until she was close, and I pulled out and gently tickled her clit.

Explosion number too. Once she recovered we all hopped up. We ran towards the house, holding hands again. I ran us right through the foyer and the living room and onto the back deck.

And right into the pool.

Amy was wrong

Which is really rare. I understood her thinking. Pari is confusing the hell out of me and Diane isn't far behind. It doesn't reflect a change in my love for Amy. If anything, it strengthens it. Yeah, that sounds ridiculous, but the fact I'm moving slowly and carefully without jumping in feet first shows my love for Amy.

At least I think that way. This weekend had absolutely nothing to do with Pari or Diane, beyond I thought Amy might have a hell of a weekend without me. This weekend was about Chris. Chris asked if we could spend the weekend together. We were sneaky too, which I feel just a touch bad about. Chris got to the house with Kira. Chris and I headed to the bedroom alone, but we wanted more privacy, so we climbed out our bedroom window where I had a car waiting. We were going to go over to our original house by ourselves. I'd left a note on the bed in case anyone checked on us.

As it turns out, the Secret Service doesn't appreciate the President climbing out the window. As soon as we both were feet on the ground, Kira came around the corner. She stopped, put her hands on her hips, and freaking glared at us.

But she couldn't hold it and started laughing. It didn't help that she was naked and there was cum leaking down her leg.

They hadn't been here five minutes yet. Chris walked over and swiped a big dollop off with her finger and stuck it in her mouth. Chris kind of scrunched up her face and waved me over.

For a taste.

"I recognize Elias and Blake, but who is the third?" asked Chris.

They'd been here five minutes.

"Oh, you know that one, that's Josh," I said. "Oh. Wait. No, that's Jed." I had no idea why Jed was in our house, but OK.

"Who the fuck is Jed?" asked Chris. "Oh wait, I read that entry. Josh's younger brother. Cool. Listen Kira. Tell everyone we'll be back after lunch and feel free to have a party going when we return. I need a few hours with Dad. We have things to talk about."

Kira dug her heels but so did Chris, so we were off to Prometheus. I started to ask Chris what she wanted to talk about, but she held up her finger to her lips, so I stopped. We landed and went inside, and she led me right into the master. She was wearing a romper and she turned and dropped it to the floor, but she wasn't naked.

I let out more than a moan. More of a groan. I started to ask a question but got the fingers to the lips again. She was wearing a thin, spaghetti strap tank top, and her nipples showed right through. She was wearing really sheer panties, and the wet spot right in the center made that part transparent. She walked over and unbuttoned my shorts, which was all I was wearing. She dropped them to the floor and my hard cock popped out. Just throbbing.

Surely you recognize the outfit. The first time I met Chris. In that outfit. When she was 11. At the marina. Before all of this. At least most of this.

She held up her finger again, I guess preemptively, but I got it already. She turned me around, and there was a lounge in the bedroom. A lounge from a boat. The 52 to be specific. That wasn't surprising at all.

What was surprising was her Cousin Billy lying on the lounge, naked and hard. Billy wasn't 80 pounds with a 2-inch (5 cm) cock anymore. Bill was almost 6'0", thin and fit, and sporting a thick 6-inch cock.

He held up his finger to his lips. It had been too long.

If you haven't figured it out yet, go read Chapter 6. The day I met Chris for the first time, with Billy.

We were redoing it. The next scene was me sucking Billy's cock. On my knees. I remembered what happened next and heard the squirt of K-Y. I felt one, then two fingers.

Then she plunged that thick strap-on into my ass and I went back to sucking Billy. I got him up and over, which caused a change from the first time.

Billy could cum. Billy could cum a lot. I swallowed and swallowed, to keep us in the spirit of the original day but did save the last mouthful to give to Billy in a quick kiss. That got me a great kiss followed by a nice smile.

He remembered what to do next and spun around and slid under me. He took my cock in his mouth and damn, he could deep throat. Chris was pounding me, Billy was sucking me, and I was sucking Billy. I wasn't going to let him cum yet. At some point, we were going off script. He needed to save himself. I wanted him in my ass, and I wanted to watch him fuck Chris.

I like to watch.

Predictably the next step was me cumming all over Billy while Chris vibrated through a huge orgasm. She actually fell onto my back for a moment. I was OK with that. Finally, she stood and led me over to the couch and pushed me down. I knew what happens next. She took me in her mouth and Billy started licking my balls, but this time Chris scooped up my cum off Billy and spread it all over my cock and balls first.

Billy smiled.

Oh, they got me hard and Chris slid up and slid down on my cock, which Billy was holding up. That left his cock near my face and instinct took over and I licked his cock. I got a quick slap from Chris and Billy backed just a bit away but went to work on Chris. Nipples. Clit. Everything. Chris was just riding the waves, up and down, over and over. Finally, I filled her up with a huge cum. More than expected and some leaked out. It was glorious. She lifted up and off and I knew to move so she could lay down.

We finished with Billy and me cleaning her out. She finally had to make us stop.

"Thank you," she said, the first words spoken. At first I thought she was crying, but then I realized it was a drop of sweat on her cheek. We had been pretty athletic.

"Free fuck!" she shouted.

So, we did.

Fast fucks, slow fucks, hard fucks, soft fucks.

That might be the title to the best Dr. Seuss book ever.

We touched and rubbed and tickled. We were careful and let both Billy and I rest, and we had a lot in us. I came six times and Billy beat me by one.

That last one was in my ass. Chris and I worked to get him hard again and the amount of cum was surprising. Billy started to clean me up.

"Leave it," said Chris. "Bob's last load in me and yours in him can be gifts for Kira."

"But I cleaned you out," I said. Then she pointed.

OH!

Billy and I are now tied at seven. He had to run, because he was visiting Charlotte, Oliver, and Billy, his granddad, for the weekend.

I had no doubt he would recover quickly. Or bottom for a bit. Or both. Given he ran out the door naked and cum covered, that felt like a safe bet.

Chris and I took a shower and I shampooed her hair and she shampooed mine. She'd really let her hair grow out, so I sat her at the makeup table and did French-braid pigtails. Hey, lots of daughters, involved dad. Of course, I can do a great braid.

She hopped up and struck a pose. She still has an almost hairless slit and is kind of an innie. She still has the puffy nipples.

She looked eleven again. Then she laughed. I knew why. I could see myself in the mirror.

Rock hard again.

"Save it," she said. "Kira should get some of that too."

That seemed like a fine idea. We actually went back to Robertville by road. It is a beautiful day, the top was down, and we had a nice chat.

"I was just feeling a little overwhelmed and wanted to go back in time. It was this or the day I moved in and there was too much baggage for that day," said Chris. She meant the day her parents both died, so yeah.

"I needed my daddy too," she said, with a smile, and rubbed my cock through my shorts. I had to slap her hand away, to her laugh.

"I haven't laughed like that, just a simple spontaneous laugh, in weeks," said Chris. "I know I've got to do this, but it just sucks."

I just smiled at her. She didn't need a dad lecture. She needed a good listener.

"Fuck that," she said. "Talk all you want. I'm good now. You fucked all the doubt out of me."

Sometimes I forget they can all read me. Yeah, that made Chris snort. I glared at her which led to gales of laughter from us both. Check this out.

Driving along the road was a young man, laughing, with his freshly fucked teen daughter and he had done the fucking.

Or.

Driving on the quiet roads of Dionysus was a rare sight. The King of Dionysus with the President of the United States after mutually beneficial meetings.

Well, they both kind of work. Yes, she read me and now we can't stop laughing. Given I still didn't have a shirt on, I didn't feel that Kingly.

Then again, Chris was just wearing a fresh pair of the sheer panties.

Well, Kira was at the other end of this drive.

"I'm glad you could help," thought Amy to me. From South Carolina.

Everyone is getting more powerful.

They're both so damn sweet

I loved the recreation. Sometimes you just want to go back. We're going back in time more

I assume she meant recreations.

I assume.

The is nothing more calming

Then time with Bob. Nothing. It doesn't have to be sex, although the shampoo helps. Sometimes it's just lying on a double lounge, holding hands, looking at the stars after a long day.

OK, then we usually fuck under the stars, but you get my point. Oh, Amy here. There's a pretty long list of people that Bob has comforted on a lounge after a hard day.

Then they usually fuck. Sometimes I join in. I might be on a tangent. There was this one night with Frida...

Diane walked up.

"That was really sweet," said Diane. "You and your family are lucky to have Bob."

"You read Bob from this distance?" I asked.

"Not at first. You kind of pushed it out there to me," said Diane. "Once I figured out what was going on, I admit I switched to Bob."

"You can do that, with Bob, at this distance," I asked. "That's rare. Really rare. It requires more than powers. It requires a connection. An incredibly strong connection. Who can you do it with?"

"Are you sure you want me to answer that?" asked Diane.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked.

"Because it is going to push us down a path and I'm not sure you're ready," said Diane. "I'm not sure any of us are ready."

Fuck. She has a point. We're still fucked up about Pari.

Wait.

"Spill it," I said, a bit more sternly than I intended, and Diane laughed. It was just the two of us. Cepos and Horacio had wandered off, holding hands, hard. They'd come back eventually, likely holding hands again, but not hard. Likely still sticky and going squish squish.

They're nice that way.

Diane took a deep breath.

"You already know the answer," said Diane. I suspect I do but I waited.

"You, Bob, and Pari," said Diane. "But you can't tell any of them." I am sure I had a startled look and she laughed. She took me out onto the lanai, and we laid on a lounge holding hands, which made us both laugh.

"This is where I am. Our powers are pushing us into something that our brains don't yet comprehend. We know something is there, which is wonderful, but we risk moving way too fast if we leap in without letting it develop. Pari is farther along the path with you, but she and I barely know each other and most of those times were in bed with you and Bob. Now they're wonderful and we all feel something, but if we push it, just because we can read each other, we might step off the cliff. Let it develop. I know where I think it is going, but time will fill in the gaps," said Diane.

"Where do you think it is going?" I asked. She just shook her head no and smiled. Then she rolled onto her side and kissed me while gently stroking my clit. She slid down a little and took my nipple in her mouth, just as she switched to two fingers in me, but not getting near my clit.

Cruel.

Until she slid down a little more. She was pumping her fingers in and out and gently blowing on my clit. I was so close but couldn't get over.

Until she leaned in and sucked on my clit. Hard.

I exploded and squirted everywhere. We were outside, so most dripped through the boards and into the ocean below.

I think there was a measurable rise in sea level world-wide.

Just then, the last rays of sunshine were extinguished as sun dropped farther below the horizon. We almost instantly fell asleep. I had turned and was facing her, so close. We had our arms loosely around each other.

Asleep. I woke up a few hours later when the lounge bounced just a bit. It was the boys. Cepos spooned me and Horacio spooned Diane. Their hands reached over, and I thought they'd both find a breast, but they didn't.

They held hands. We all fell back to sleep and didn't wake up until the sun came up. The position of the lanai let us watch sunup and sundown.

"Move, move," shouted Diane. "I'm about to burst." I don't think we moved fast enough because she hopped up and took a step away. She started to squat down, but then laughed and turned around. She squatted down and just let loose. It was mesmerizing.

Then Horacio almost dove onto the lanai deck, on his back. Diane was able to stop the flow, which was impressive. She put one leg over each of his hips and squatted down and let loose onto his morning woody. As soon as the first drop hit is cock, he unleashed too. Pee went everywhere, covering them both. Cepos and I just watched until they were all peed out. Diane actually fell onto Horacio's pee covered chest.

Cepos took my hand and pulled me to a slightly different part of the deck. He laid down.

I knew what to do. I let loose and he did too and damned if we weren't a mess too. When we were done, I hopped up and helped all three of them up. I took one of Cepos and Horacio's hands and Diane took Horacio's other hand. We were dripping everywhere. We ran together and leaped off the deck into the Atlantic.

Which turned out to be quite cold.

Wow. We're awake now! We quickly swam to the stairs and climbed out. We had not planned this well because we didn't even have towels. Luckily we were free of pee, so Cepos led the way and we ran to the outdoor jacuzzi and hopped right in.

Only to discover no one had remembered to turn it on. I'm surprised the boy's cocks hadn't retracted into their bodies at this point.

The sauna. We fucked in the sauna. Both boys, both girls, lots of cleanup.

A fun start to the day. Diane was right. I put it all out of my mind and would just let it happen.

We had a simply wonderful day. We waterskied and read books and built sandcastles. We did have to explain all the puddles to the cleaning crew, which was a little embarrassing. That did head us down a slightly different path, because the crew were a teenage boy and girl. Camryn and Luciana. Brother and sister. 16 and 14.

The puddles can get cleaned up tomorrow. My guess tells me there will be more puddles. It was kind of fun. At least I remembered to turn on the jacuzzi. Maybe someone else will tell the story of the day with Camryn and Luciana.

I'm going home. This time I did have to fly solo.

Horacio stayed with Diane and Cepos. I think something might be developing.

Between Cepos and Horacio. You go guys.

Peace out.

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