18 November 2019

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My super sub is ready

Oh boy. I can't believe they're done. Oh, this is Leslie. Remember reading about the crazy ship that Aja proposed to build with Lawrence?

It's done. Holy moly. They're ready to launch. They've left the planes off for right now but ramped up production. The initial configuration was a bit unusual, but they wanted to try out everything. There is a section that is a luxury cruise ship. There is a section that is a farm. Yes, a farm. They're testing self-sufficiency. Another section is cargo, but it is stuffed full of supplies. The last section is the aircraft carrier part. They were building 300 F-81 fighters and 50 C-80 transport planes. All space capable, of course. We didn't need them yet. We did have enough C-80 and F-81 planes on board to evacuate everyone though.

Oh, you know I'm on my way to participate in the sea trials. Or air trials. What the hell. Whatever it is. The plan was to go underwater to a point in the ocean that wasn't covered by satellites then surface and exercise it as surface ship then as an airplane then as a spaceship.

All the same ship, that was a freaking mile long.

And this was the small one.

Lawrence told me to land on the ship. He gave me the coordinates. Yeah I needed coordinates to land on the right spot on the ship. Crazy. I landed and I could feel the auto lock grab the landing gear. I climbed down just as Lawrence and Aja arrived in a golf cart.

"Welcome," said Aja. "We are about ready to leave. Let's get to the command center." I hopped in and we drove. And drove. And drove. It was like driving in a big neighborhood. It was stunning. We pulled up to a two-story building. Lawrence pulled into a parking spot next to a row of carts and I heard the thunk of the latch locking the wheels. We went into the building and rode an elevator up to the top floor. I had to laugh. They had added sound effects so the elevator doors opening and closing sounded like the doors on Star Trek. When we got to the top floor it was so freaking cool. The entire thing was a clear dome. It was big. Probably a couple hundred feet in diameter. There were stations scattered around and even a number of areas with couches and comfortable chairs. There was a portion that looked like a restaurant and bar. Aja shared the bridge could comfortably hold 300 people.

Of course, it could. Nothing made me laugh more than the raised command chair. No that's not true. The uniforms that were clearly modeled around the original Star Trek were hilarious, but I noticed something missing.

"No one has a red shirt," I said.

"Oh, hell no," said Aja. "Those people always died."

Well I suppose that was true. Someone walked up holding two hangers. One had pants and a shirt, and one had a dress.

In gold. I looked at Aja and she just smiled. I realized she was in blue and so was Lawrence.

"It is your command ma'am," said Aja, with a smile. Oh hell, I would rock the mini-dress. I dropped my romper which got a few gasps from others on the deck. OK that wasn't very modest particularly given I was just wearing boy short panties. Oh well. Give'em a show. I pulled the dress over my head.

Oh yeah. Rocked it. Aja took my head and led me over to the chair. She stood on one side and Lawrence stood on the other.

"Let me guess," I said. "Science officer and chief engineer."

"A logical conclusion," said Aja. Ok we all laughed. I heard the elevator open and out walked Heather, wearing khakis and a gold shirt. Seriously? Even Heather? Heather looked at me and my romper on the floor. She just shook her head and smiled. What could I do but shrug?

"Final inspection complete ma'am," said Heather, with a big smile. "Ready to go."

"You know I have no idea what to do," I said.

"Oh, we will help," said Aja. "Just press that button and announce a water surface launch." OK I could and did do that. The ship ever so gently lifted into the air but not far. A mile long ship just floated up. We slowly turned so we were facing out towards the water and gently moved forward. Once we were offshore a bit the entire ship settled down into the water. It was rock solid stable, and I mentioned it.

"Oh, the stabilizers are quite good. We could be in 15-meter seas and you'd never notice. Of course, it is pretty big to bounce around. We are far enough out to dive now. Just tell them to dive to 30 meters. That will put the top of the dome 30 meters under. We will be invisible." I suggested it would be easier for her to just drive and offered her the chair. She balked but I insisted and got up. She sat down and couldn't stop smiling. I noticed she just had the insignia of a first lieutenant. Oh, we had to fix that, but I thought it would be a good reward for the end of the trials. I glanced at Heather and touched my collar and knew she got my point. Aja pressed the button.

"Take us to our launch point," said Aja. "Ramp up slowly to 1,000."

1,000? 1,000 what? So, I asked her

"Oh. 1,000 kilometers per hour. Our design turned out to be much faster than we expected," said Aja. "We can go to 3,200 and still be completely silent. We can go to almost 10,000 and be barely detectable by anything other than the best that the US has to offer, and we have to pass within a kilometer of them."

"We can go 10,000 kph underwater?" I asked.

"We could go faster but they'd find us," said Aja.

Wow. Just wow. She pressed the button again.

"Increase speed to 2,000 and slow at surface point," said Aja. She turned to us.

"We are about an hour from our surface point. I took the liberty of ordering lunch," said Aja. She waved at the nearest crew member who came over and sat in the big chair. The smile on her face was electric. Something about the chair. Aja led us over to a table right at the dome. It was amazing seeing the water rush by but a bit disorienting.

"The dome is amazing. Is it safe?" I asked.

"It is a new invention of ours," said Aja. "My classmate Sagar invented it. It is transparent carbon fiber infused with magnesium and titanium. It's incredibly strong. It is a totally transparent when we apply a small current across it. It can act as a TV panel at any point, is touch sensitive, and can completely darken. Watch."

She used her finger to draw a rectangle. A brilliant and color rich menu appeared, and she chose an option for video feeds. She checked off four cameras and they displayed in grid. She used two fingers and moved them apart and the image grew. She kept repeating it until the screen was at least 15 feet wide. She slid it to the side and opened up another window and chose an item for ship status. A dashboard of key indicators appeared.

"Works on the dome and any exterior window on the ship," said Aja. "In the cabins on the exterior the entire wall can be clear."

Well damn. That was cool. Just then a third screen opened and showed the command chair and the crew member.

"We have arrived Lieutenant," she said.

"Take us up. Initiate the surface operations. We will stay here," said Aja. We could feel ourselves rising just as lunch was served. Heather and I laughed. Small filet mignons with a lobster tail. Someone had done their homework. We broke through the surface and there was nothing to see for miles in any direction.

It was beautiful. Simply beautiful. We could see forward and back on the ship and it just kept going and going. They have closed the ship for the dive, and we saw it unfold and open up. I saw my plane in the distance. Way in the distance. It was so freaking cool. I looked out and saw the 475.

"They're here in case of an emergency. They can't keep up with us, but we will do ovals around them," said Aja.

"This is faster the 120 knots?" I asked. Aja, Heather, and Lawrence and laughed.

"We went 2,000 kph underwater. We can reach 15,000 on the ocean. We could do more, but this is the first trial," said Lawrence.

Twenty minutes from Southampton to New York in a mile long ship. The world was going to freak. We had been flying around the ocean for about forty minutes and finished lunch.

"Let's fly!" said Aja. She brought up a video monitor and talked to the crew woman.

"Deploy the wings and take off," said Aja. She turned to me.

"We won't be stealth anymore. I hope you're ready. I suggest a short hop to Antarctica and then transition into space. We can make a lap around the moon then land back on Vino," said Aja. I just nodded. We could see the wings deploy and then just lifted off the water. Too freaking cool. We were really moving and crossed under the world. Aja gave the order and we tilted near vertical, but you couldn't even feel it.

"Our artificial gravity makes the floor the floor regardless of angle," said Lawrence. What the hell haven't they invented? Aja had left the dashboard up and I could see we had exceeded 150,000 kph. In our mile long ship. Just then dessert arrived. Of course, I was enjoying cheesecake with a layer of chocolate mousse. My phone buzzed with an incoming text. Texts work halfway to the moon. I wasn't even surprised. I looked at it.

What the fuck is that? said the text from Chris. You know. The President. Yeah they'd seen us.

"Not sure what you're asking about," I replied.

"Bullshit," she replied. Yeah I laughed.

"It is our new mile long submarine/ship/airplane/spacecraft."

She sent me a freaking smiley emoji.

"We have an hour or so before we reach the moon. Why don't I give you a tour of the cruise ship portion of the ship," said Aja. The four of us got up and went down the elevator. After going down a bit we started going sideways. Aja just laughed.

"You have to get around, right?" said Aja. We slid to a stop then went back up.

"Let's check out your quarters," said Aja. The doors opened into an apartment. A big apartment. A two-thousand square meter apartment, with two floors and its own dome. The top floor was divided with partitions which were movable. The master bed looked up and out of the dome. It was freaky and cool.

I turned around and Aja wasn't in her blue uniform anymore. Whoa. Apparently I was pretty slow, because Lawrence and Heather were naked too. Of course, sex under the sky dome of my private suite on our mile long sub/spaceship.

This shit isn't even believable anymore. I think Lawrence was in heaven, and I didn't mean literally. One man, three women. I hope he survived.

He did. Barely. Lawrence is very oral. He's very good at oral. He likes to do oral.

He might have survived, but I'm not sure I did. At one point Lawrence was between my knees and Heather and Aja each had a nipple in their mouth.

Star Fleet had nothing over us. Maybe Kirk was getting some, but we were all getting some. The ship is highly automated. A lot of people were celebrating first flight just like us.

We timed it well and finished with Heather and me watching Aja bounce up and down on Lawrence. The joy in their faces, looking up and out of the dome. They just exploded together just as we went around the moon.

Wow.

By the time we were done, we'd done the lap and were landing back on Vino. We used Lawrence up, but he didn't seem to mind. We had let Aja go first and last. It is her special day and Lawrence's too. They're cute together.

We went back to the command center and quite a few people looked, um, happy. I saw a little cum splatter in hair and other places on many of them. We all went and sat at a conference table in the command ready room. I particularly appreciated the espresso machine. Come on, your mile long ship needs an espresso machine in the command ready room, right? Once we were settled, a crew man came in and handed a box to Heather. It took me a minute to figure it out, but she handed the box to Aja.

Aja opened it to find a new shirt. A shirt with one star embroidered on the collar. Good call Heather. Aja squealed, which she deserved. She whipped off her top and put on the new one.

We all enjoyed that.

Heather insisted on taking the old shirt back and promised to have it framed. Aww. That was nice.

"Aja," said Heather. "What are your plans now that this is complete?"

"No clue," said Aja, honestly. "This was all consuming for a while, but it is built now."

"May I make a suggestion?" said Heather. Aja answered with a big smile.

"The ship needs an extensive trial. Our thinking is a deployment. We'd like to see it put through all the paces, including undersea, on the water, in the air, and in space. We would like the first part to be a round-trip to Mars," said Heather. Mars. She fucking said Mars.

"I'd be honored to be a crew member on the trip, ma'am," said Aja. "Whatever role you feel is appropriate."

"Well it's good that you said that," said Heather. "I was thinking you would be in command." Oh boy. Aja sat back in her seat, stunned.

"Command?" she croaked.

"Yes," said Heather. "There is no one with the knowledge and experience that you have. You're the perfect choice." You could see Aja gather herself.

"Thank you ma'am. I appreciate your saying that. I would be honored to be in command," said Aja. "Although the ship really does need a name."

"Do you have a suggestion?" asked Heather.

"I do. The development team discussed it at length. We would like to honor the Space Shuttle Challenger," said Aja. And so it was. I insisted she move into the command apartment, but she kept balking, so in a rare use of power, I ordered her to move in. She actually laughed and agreed. Heather hopped up and went out and we all followed her, not knowing what was going on. She walked over to the command chair and pressed what I found out to be was the All ship intercom button.

"This is Heather. I would like to proudly announce the promotion of Aja to Rear Admiral, which is appropriate as she takes command of the Starship Challenger," said Heather. "The ship has a new mission, to travel undersea, on the sea, in the air, and in space. The mission will include a trip to Mars to establish a new settlement. All that can hear this announcement will be given the opportunity to be a part of this crew, at your choice, and to go down in history as the first Mars mission. There is no pressure, as we understand many of you have families, so if you choose not to go, we understand and there will be other opportunities for you. This is the first, not the last starship we will build. When you see her, please congratulate your new captain."

I don't know about the rest of the ship, but here on the giant bridge, Aja got a long and raucous standing ovation. Oh yeah, we joined in. Damn straight we did.

And yes, we were calling it a Starship. Why the fuck not?

I'll pass the pen to Admiral Aja.

A fucking Admiral

Admiral. I'm a fucking Admiral, commanding the first Starship, and going to Mars.

Did anyone notice I'm 9 years old?

OK, yeah, they did, because they all know I'm old enough to fuck and I seriously like to fuck.

This was going to be amazing. We're going to Mars. I just typed Mars. Oh, Lawrence and I had already been planning the trip, I just didn't realize we'd do it so soon. The habitats for the moon would work just as well on Mars. He'd been building them at a pretty furious rate. We'd also developed farming techniques and a number of farm pods. They'd tested out beautifully and no, we were not limited to potatoes.

For now, I'll finish this entry and leave our trip to another one.

Yeah, I designed it, but even I thought it was damn cool. This had been a long day, so I was on my way to my cabin. Leslie had already moved out and insisted I move in. The crew and I were staying on the ship tonight.

I was having a little get together in my apartment for the command team and Leslie and Heather. We would do more than get together, right? You need to meet my team too. Is the fact that the average age barely breaks into two digits unusual?

Not here.

Aja is amazing

Heather here. Aja is amazing and she deserves the command. She'll do great. I know it. It has taken a bit to realize what these kids can do, but I've been with H2 for a long time and I always understood. Tonight was the reception and I was looking forward to it. I'd met her entire team off and on, but this was different. They're a true team now.

With an average age almost in the single digits.

Weird truly does apply. H2 joined us, which makes me happy. Hunter and Hallie too.

Now many crew members were older, but they all easily accepted the youth of the leadership team. The world has changed, and it all goes back to Bob. He's the sweetest, most self-deprecating guy, but his real strength is opening up opportunities and letting people run with them.

Closing out the night

It was quite a night and I'm tired, so I'll put up the pen. Somehow everyone disappeared except Lawrence. We fell asleep, sticky and satisfied, in each other's arms, looking out the dome.

It felt pretty right. Wow.

BDSM is, um, interesting

Kevin here. I get another journal entry and it's a fun one.

Oh, it's not about Gina and me, although that is still spectacular.

It's about our little buddy Nan. Yes, all three of us are incredibly close and Nan is at our house more often than she is at her own.

Did you catch that? Our house?

Yes, I have my own home now. No, we have our own home. Gina and I live together, and it is so damn good.

Back to Nan. We love Nan. The dinner conversations alone are simply amazing. We all like to close our eyes when talking to Nan. It's such fun listening to this brilliance out of that tiny little girl.

Hey, she is little. That's just a fact.

She's also a freak, and I mean that in a good way. When Nan decides to learn something, she attacks it with everything she's got. So, when Nan found BDSM interesting...

Well you can imagine. Gina and I more than imagine, because Nan loves to dominate us.

Loves to

We're pretty cool with it too. Whenever she's over, we ended up in sexually interesting positions. We have an entire large bedroom that Nan converted into a dungeon. Now, before you assume that she did it at our place because her parents would object, you should know that they are regular participants in the room. Not with Nan, of course, but she does, well, dominate them and tell us all what to do. Nan's mom loves nipple clamps. Just a little bit of useless info, but a nice mental image.

It helps that we're next door neighbors. Nan insisted and, well, when Nan insists.

You should see the closet full of Nan sized outfits. Leather. Latex. Lingerie.

Oh, we've seen it all. Something about a 6-year-old in a sexy see thru lingerie holding a whip. The latex was pretty sexy too, considering most of them had openings for places we would want to get to, including her cute little nipples.

Tonight was going to be extra fun because Nan had decided she should teach a BDSM class. Tonight wasn't class, it is the video shoot for her training videos and also to take stills for the brochure.

You need a brochure, even if it was online on the country website. The private part.

Mia and Andres were setting up, and Orlando had come to be their helper and man a camera. Oh wait, so had Bob.

Sure guys. Just the cameras.

The models tonight were Gina, Nan's brother Cerni, Pari, Phary, and me. Quite a variety and all regular visitors to the dungeon. You remember Pari, right? Cute 11-year-old with puffies? Something about her puffies and clothespins. Then there was Phary, who is 12-years-old and had equally luscious puffies. We all liked puffies. You know them both, of course. Or all four, so to speak.

Nan started us out simple. Nan was a vision, in a tiny bra with nipple cutouts, and crotchless panties. Both were white and silk and gorgeous. She was also wearing silk stockings, with garter belts. She was holding a whip too. Yeah, that got all the men hard. The dungeon had a nice king-size bed in it and Nan had us show how there was a strap system under the mattress that provided anchor points for two people. You know, to tie them up. She even shared how you could buy the straps on Amazon. Of course, you could. She had Pari and Cerni lie on the bed, side-by-side. Naked, of course. She then directed Gina and me to tie them up. Mia got a nice closeup of the proper way to safely tie a scarf. This was an instructional video, you know. Once we had them properly tied, she had Gina and me climb on the bed. We took turns, because it was an instructional video, but it was a bit cruel to Cerni, because Pari got to go first. I did my slide up, kiss my way down, but Nan was directing me when I got to the promised land. She had me completely stay away from Pari's clit but get her right on the edge over and over until Pari was begging me to let her go over. Finally, her body said enough and she went over without me ever touching her clit. Just as she started to cum, I started lightly licking her clit. Oh, she screamed. Oh, she squirted. I was drenched. I sat up and Pari was just panting to get her breath.

"Oh my God," said Pari, between pants. "That was the most incredible orgasm of my life. Something about being tied up and having no control and hearing Nan tell you what to do. Shit."

Best orgasm in the sexy 11-year-old's life. Our Minister of Education. Sure.

Gina was up next with Cerni. She did a bit of the same slide, starting with gently kissing him, then giving a lot of attention to his nipples, then slid farther down. His small cock was standing straight up and pulsing by then. Gina then licked around his cock and balls, to much groaning. She finally started gently licking his balls. That's all. Not his cock. Ignoring his cock. He was bucking at this point trying to get her to suck or lick his cock, but she wasn't going to. It went on and on, then finally his entire body got rigid and he came. He really came, for the first time. Not a lot, but it made a little puddle on his stomach.

Which Nan climbed up on the bed and licked off. Oh, he got hard again. You know he did. We went a bit off script then, as Nan settled right down on his cock, in her sexy lingerie with him still tied up. She used the whip she was holding to slap his legs, then his nipples. This was clearly a turn on for her, because she went over, then over again, then Cerni clearly came again. She lifted up and off and then slid right up and settled down on his face. In the closeup you can see his second cum was a lot more, because she kneeled over him and let it drip into his mouth.

Training video or not, a lot of people were going to jack off to this video.

And all of that was just chapter 1.

On to Chapter 2

Chapter 2 was the proper use of whips. You wanted to sting and maybe leave a red spot but not hurt. It was a fine line and if you were new to whipping, you'd probably cause more of a welt than you intended or be too timid and accomplish nothing. Somehow I ended up as the person being whipped in the first set. Whatever Nan wanted, Nan got. I was spread eagle on the bed, face down, tied up.

I was very vulnerable.

Nan demonstrated for the camera and oh my it stung, but in a good way. I wasn't new to this. She had Phary come over and handed her the whip. Phary wasn't timid. In fact, the opposite. That freaking hurt. Nan used it as a teaching moment and showed the difference between her red mark and Phary's welt. Yeah, I could feel the difference Nan. Phary tried again and did quite well. Then Cerni got a turn and he was too timid.

Nan showed him again and he got it just right. That was the end of the lesson, but Nan thought we'd go right into the next chapter. I needed relief, so I hoped that I was involved. I was so hard. Unfortunately, the tension of waiting was part of the process.

Power fucking times two

Chapter 3 involved me getting power fucked, while tied face down. Nan decided she needed another cock and invited Orlando and Bob to tag team me. Well sure. It's not like I was averse to the idea. Nan slid a pillow under me to raise my ass up. She had Pari prepare me, which was pleasant. Pari then improvised and sat on the bed right in front of me with her legs spread wide. Yeah, I knew my job. All tongue, since I couldn't use my hands. Just as I got her to the edge, Orlando slid in.

Damn that was a power fuck. He came inside me and Bob immediately took his place and enjoyed sloppy seconds. Wow.

Nan then loosened but didn't untie me and had me get on my knees. She slid under me and showed how I could pleasure her while she sucked my cock and Gina sucked the cum out of me. That was quite entertaining in the video I am sure. It was for me!

Nan got quite the facial. Her darling little panties and bra outfit was soaked. Oh no, it was even more transparent. Nan rolled right into a little bit of degradation. I had to remove her bra, panties, and stockings. I was tied up, so the only thing I could do was use my teeth.

Careful there Nan. You're putting yourself near my teeth. I got them all off, but not without some well-placed nips and bites.

Her nipples. Her clit. Her earlobe. OK, that last one earned me a swat. It wasn't job related. You know, getting all her clothes off.

Nan totally changed it up at that point and showed that BDSM didn't always have pain. Sometimes it was dominance.

Which was why the next scene was Orlando shampooing her hair. Dominance with sensuality is the best. He was so gentle, and her eyes were closed enjoying his fingers massaging her scalp. He was really hard, and his cock bounced against her lips. I don't know if it was on purpose or not, but Nan opened up and he slid his cock in. We watched as he shampooed, and she sucked. Who was dominating who at this point?

Before I could figure that out, Orlando came, hard, and Nan did too. Nan came from Orlando cumming in her mouth and shampooing her hair.

See? This is fun.

Nan swallowed over and over but saved the last to kiss back to Orlando. That's the close of the scene. You see a closeup of her cum-filled tongue snaking into his mouth. Then the shot pulled back and she let the cum dribble down her nipples to her clit.

I'll bet people freeze frame that to jack off. I will.

I don't like Chapter 4

Still Kevin here and I simply hate Chapter 4, but that's part of the dominance. What Nan wants, Nan gets.

"Nan," said Pari. "We all know Kevin hates this part. Why don't you let me do it?"

"OK," growled Nan. Oh, thank god.

"You can do it too," said Nan.

Ah shit. Too.

You see I hate to be tickled. I just do. Nan rearranged me, on my back. She then tied Pari down next to me.

I didn't mind that part. Pari's an amazing young woman. Beyond the brains, she's beautiful. The whole package.

We all love Pari. I guess I was staring too long, because I got quite a swat with the whip. I looked and it was Gina.

"You were enjoying the view too much," she growled.

"Yeah, but you were too," said Pari. Then they laughed.

"Busted," said Gina. Somehow we found ourselves taking a bit of a break. If by break you mean me, all tied up, watching my girlfriend fuck Pari. OK, I enjoyed the hell out of it, and no one told me not to watch. I particularly appreciated Gina pulling out at the last moment.

Pari and I are now both covered with cum. Nan told her to leave it.

OK.

Nan walked away and came back with a tray that included a big bucket of ice.

Ice? I've learned not to ask. Nan will punish me if I ask.

Pari asked. When I ask, I get whipped. When Pari asks, Nan fingers her to orgasm.

"Hey, that's no fair," I said. That just got me another swat. I knew it would. I kind of like them.

So, Nan placed something on our chests. They were rubber rings, about 3 inches in diameter. Inside, they had a nipple clamp. They looked like nipple clamps in a small bowl.

Oh. Nan just clamped them on and filled the bowl with ice cubes. Wow that's cold. I jumped and got a swat for it.

Then she clamped a cage on my cock. A cage that had a cage around it.

For more ice.

Pari got the nipple clamps with ice, then a chastity belt with ice.

Then Nan tickled us. Mercilessly. I came in the cage. It was messy. Really messy. Then again, Pari and I were already cum covered. Nan wouldn't stop until Pari had an orgasm. It took Pari a while.

Then she did. Massively.

Nan ended the scene and unstrapped us both. She had us stand and swatted our butts.

"Go shower," said Nan. "Gina, go with them. You need a shower too."

Well sure!

One hell of a shower

That was fun as hell. I truly love it. Yes, the ice was viciously cold. That's part of the fun. But do you know what's even more fun?

Payback. It's not hell. At least it won't be for me.

Nan might just be in hell.

It might be for Nan.

For you, the reader, it's all about anticipation.

The presidential challenge

Chris here. Oh boy. I thought the Secret Service was pissed when I said I was running in an offshore boat race. OK, they were, but not as mad as this time. This time I told them I was running a Ferrari Challenge race. In Austin. In three weeks. And Kira was running a second car.

Oh, I kept piling it on, but really didn't mean to. The one bright spot was we had the big house in Austin, and it had been previously reviewed, multiple times. We'd stay there and helicopter into the track. We tried to rent the track for a week, but the owners were being really stubborn about it. It wasn't even in use, but they were funny. We didn't know why, although of course we did it through an intermediary. The Secret Service wouldn't just let me call the owners up and ask. Well, not exactly true because I had proven to them that I always won the arguments, but it wasn't one that mattered that much. Kira and I spent a week on Vino practicing, but the course wasn't the same. I guess it didn't matter that much. It's not like we expected to win, just have some fun. We had all the Challenge cars out on the track. We owned eight of them now, and everyone in the extended family raced against us. It was too late for them to enter, but maybe the next race. We'd all fallen away from racing, even Morgan. We needed to fix that.

I was a little tired, because I was flying over super early in the morning, racing for a few hours, then flying back for a full day in the office. Basically 20 hour days. I napped on the plane, but that didn't help a lot. It's not like they were long flights. I didn't even get any fun on the plane!

But we did take breaks at the track. I missed all these people. Thank goodness there was a nice apartment. Luckily we had two more agents that were, well, OK with everything because Kira couldn't be an agent and drive. Hank and Helga, which made me laugh, but they were sweethearts. They wouldn't play when they were on duty.

But they weren't always on duty. Mom and Dad showed them some things that they'll never forget, for sure. Hell, I kept learning new things from them!

There's this thing Mom does with her fingers and a spatula.

OK, kidding. She doesn't use her fingers.

Back to the point of the story. We were on our way to Austin. The race organizers were outstanding and worked with us to keep our participation secret. The schedule had qualifications on Saturday with the race on Sunday. That's not entirely true, since the program started on Thursday but that's all we were prepared to do. It meant we were at a serious disadvantage because we would only have a short practice and then qualifying. We were in the top class too, which probably wasn't fair to us, but the times worked best.

I was kind of busy being President and all.

We flew in Friday afternoon to the house. Most of the family met us. It was a damn big group with drove the Secret Service nuts, but they'd all been cleared. Even if they hadn't, fuck'em.

OK, I was going to fuck'em. All.

That night was amazing.

Mo' drivers

Chris still. I think this is my post. I'm the President, dammit. Somehow that doesn't have the same strength coming from me. Then again, my strength doesn't come from yelling. People fear me.

OK, I'm laughing too.

We had just arrived and found our spot in the pits when the Director of the challenge walked up. I thought he was there to welcome us, which he was, but he also wanted our help. Oh, I forgot to mention. It was race day. Qualifications were yesterday. I guess our practice paid off. I had the pole and Kira was next to me.

"We have a problem. Earlier this morning, there was a major accident during practice. Thankfully no one was hurt, but six cars were damaged beyond repair. Three from the top bracket in which you are racing and three in the next bracket down," he said. "We'll race without them, but I remembered that you had coincidentally six more cars. Are they positioned so that you could race today? Do you have drivers? The six drivers won't be cleared to drive today."

I looked at Dad.

"On it. Give me 45," he said. I turned back to the Director.

"We'll need a fairly large place cleared to deliver the cars," I said. He just looked at me. I knew the track and the only spot that would work is the first turn.

"Stay with us. When he is almost back, I'll ask you to close the track briefly so he can drop the cars," I said. He was still confused.

"The cars are on Vino. He went to get them. He'll be back in about 45 minutes. He will be bringing them in a large airplane and can vertically land on the first turn," I said. He looked like I had spoken to him in Swahili. I hadn't spoken to him in Swahili had I? No, pretty sure I hadn't.

"Just roll with it. Hang around. I'm going out on the track," I added. I waved over Orlando, who clearly already knew what was going on. He just nodded. I got in my car and Kira did as well. Damn this is fun. We ripped off lap after lap until we saw the red light go on. Red means the track is immediately closed. Everyone slowly came around into the pits and parked, just as an apparition floated down from the sky. Our planes weren't that common, and certainly didn't land on Turn 1 often. The ramp dropped. I hadn't seen them go, but six drivers ran up the ramp and backed their cars down. The plane flew off and the red light turned to green.

By the time I finished practice, Dad was back in the pits. I suspect he'd been there for a while. Things just move faster for us. Apparently there had been considerable discussion about who was going to be our drivers and in what class. Morgan and Orlando recused themselves. They'd be unbeatable. Hey, isn't it cool that a word like recuse is something everyone knows now?

That still didn't solve the problem. I think the Director was bemused that we ended up having them draw straws. I promised to make it up to anyone that didn't get to drive. The Director didn't know what I meant, but they all did. Kira even winked at me. Subtle. Really subtle.

The Secret Service went nuts, briefly, when they discovered driver changes for my race. Once they realized that all the drivers were ours, and properly vetted, they calmed down. A little.

We ended up with Grace, Elena, and Mom in the top race with us and Carlina, Tegan, and Charlotte in the next race down. That was going to be a race. Tegan and Carlina against each other, with Charlotte wanting to beat them both. The rest of the field didn't have a chance. Then again, we were going to finish 1-5 in our race.

Cocky much?

We watched the first two classes from our suite. It was some pretty competitive racing, but still mostly just rich people that could afford a Ferrari. Oh, wait, that's us too. Sometimes you forget. I went down into the pits for the next race. They'd lined all three of our drivers up together, at the back of the field. Well, they didn't qualify, so you end up at the back. Carlina and Tegan were the back row. I suspected they liked that. From the back to the front would just be fun for them. I gave them five laps to be leading.

It took them three and Charlotte was drafting Carlina, who was drafting Tegan. They just kept pulling away. Given the cars were all identical, it was an impressive show of skill. Our line, you know. It was, bar none, the most exciting racing finish I had ever seen. Charlotte and Carlina both made a move on Tegan in the last turn. They came flying down the straight side by side. When they crossed the finish line I couldn't tell you who won. No one could. By the time they declared a winner, they were all back in the pits. They didn't actually announce it. Every big screen around the track lit up with the photo finish. High speed video is perfect for this. They'd captured the exact frame when all three cross the finish line. Together. They even switched to a view where they zoomed on the front of all three cars together, then one by one.

It was a 3-way tie. That many laps, that much racing and it was an exact tie. All three of them were jumping up and down and hugging each other. I walked over to congratulate them.

"We knew it was a tie," said Tegan. "We've been practicing that for months. We knew each other's car perfectly. 9 times out of 10 the photo finish can't determine a winner. We like it this way."

Wow. Only in our world would people practice so hard to tie their competitors.

I love our life.

Oh, you want to hear about our race. Well, we hadn't practiced tying anyone, so we had a traditional finish. It did take our trio four laps to pass the field. Slackers. Of course, this is the highest class. Kira was good, but I was better. We were too far ahead to catch, so Grace, Elena, and Mom made it a spirited race for 3, 4, and 5. Spirited. The final tally was 1-2-3-3-3.

They'd all practiced too. I suspected it wouldn't matter which drivers we picked, they could do it.

It was very cool.

Oh, and yes, I beat Kira. Barely. Ours wasn't quite that close, but it did go to a photo finish. I beat her by about 6 inches. A real 6 inches, not what men claim is 6 inches. Kidding, sort of.

We weren't even allowed to stay for any ceremonies. The announcer explained to the crowd and I waved to great cheer. That was weird.

We headed back to the house. I had a whole group of drivers to satisfy. My promise, you know. There were a lot of hangers on. You know, Oliver and Billy came with Charlotte. Carlina and Tegan had Gabe and Luca along. Jesse and Julia were here too, with Juanita and Luna. Of course, Ruby, with Tomas, Amara, and Tavi.

Pari, Diane, Cepos, and Morgon were here together.

Sophia and Morgan were along, and so were Rylee, with Henry and Carol. Elena brought Nova and Nicolo. I admit I moaned when I saw them.

Can't forget Carmine and Romeo. Carlina is bringing her family along more often. They love it. We love it.

I was going to enjoy Carmine and Romeo tonight. They have this thing they do with DP. Oh, we'll get there. Leslie and her crew weren't here, unfortunately.

Holy shit! The Secret Service freaked a bit when I screamed and started running. I had to laugh because one of them was chasing me. I'd seen Leslie and I jumped up into her arms. Oh, she caught me just fine, until the agent mowed us down like bowling pins. I ended up in a sandwich, with him on the bottom and Leslie on the top. Well you can wait dude. I made him lie there while Leslie and I made out.

He was going to suffer through the night with a rock hard cock. I know this because he got hard while I was lying on him. And grinding on him. Hey, he knocked me down.

Oops. Problem solved. He wouldn't be hard anymore. Sticky, but not hard.

We all got up and I called over Diane. I didn't say anything out loud. I thought it all to her. She wandered over to us. Well, the problem was back. You see, Diane is naked. We had given up all pretense about it. If you were on my new Secret Service detail, you were going to see some stuff. We always overstaffed with Secret Service agents. They could setup a schedule that let them all play.

I liked it. So did Noah. No more hiding Kira anymore.

I'll pass the pen. Diane said it was fun.

Helping Mel

I walked up and held out my hand to the agent, who I knew by now was Mel. Out of habit, he took it, and I led him towards the hall. Credit to Mel that he followed along without question.

Then again, I'm naked and while I don't believe the crap they write about me, I know I am attractive. I also love to learn about people, so I knew Mel's entire life story by the time we got to the closet room. All the agents were shorts casual, so no one would even notice.

I'll bet you were picturing Mel in a blue suit with the weird little earpiece. Not in the Chris administration.

I dragged him into the closet room and he immediately went to the right places and found shorts and a fresh polo shirt. Oh, I noticed that was all he got. My new commando friend. I took his hand and pulled him out into the hall and into a bedroom. I have no idea whose bedroom. I couldn't find my way to my bedroom if I tried. This place is too big. No one would care. Hell, if they found us, they would join in.

I pulled him through the bedroom and into the bathroom. Being a smart young man, he started stripping. He adjusted the water and stepped in.

And I stepped in with him. That got a big smile and one hell of a kiss. He picked me up and set me on the bench. Then he did the most unexpected thing.

He shampooed my hair. It was one of the most sensual things that anyone has ever done for me. To top it off, right in front of me was a nice, hard, 9-inch (23 cm) thick cock.

That somehow made it into my mouth. I sucked and he got even harder. I pulled off and looked up at him.

"Have you cum today?" I asked. He shook his head no.

Oh good. I dove right back in and took him all the way in, which clearly surprised him. All our showers have dispensers for shampoo, body wash, and conditioner. Now you're wondering why I mention this. I mention it because they are mounted so that a person sitting in the bench can easily reach them. I held my hand under the conditioner, and it dispensed some. I put my hand back in for more. The system understood and really covered my hand with conditioner.

That's when I pushed three fingers into his ass.

As expected, he came. Hard. I let him pull out a little and he covered my face and chest with cum. I quickly stood up and pulled him out of the shower. I didn't even turn off the water, but somehow he did on his way out. I dragged him into the bedroom and laid back on the bed. I was soaking wet and cum covered. He kneeled over me, dripping water everywhere.

And lapped up every bit of cum. He held it in his mouth and once he had it all, he showed it to me on his tongue. I thought he'd come in for the kiss, but he had other ideas. He moved down the bed and let the cum drizzle onto my pussy.

Oh God. He was using it as lube. He slid back up and right in, getting coated with his own cum in the process. I was so ready for a power fuck.

But that's not what I got. He made love to me. Slowly, passionately. He kissed me everywhere. For longer than I could imagine, he held himself up on one arm and used the other hand on my clit. He took me over and over and while he held me there he started speeding up. If finally put his arm down and was just pistoning in and out, marking her to slam his pelvis into my clit on each stroke.

I went off with fireworks. It was incredible. He buried himself with one last stroke and just pumped me full of cum. He started to move down to do cleanup, which I appreciated, but I stopped him.

"Leave it," I said. He got up and started towards the shower.

"Stop," I said. He stopped and turned around. "Leave it." He gave me a big smile and he pointed at his clothes. I shook my head no. I got up and took his hand. We walked back into the living room, sticky as hell. I had cum leaking down both legs. That was some load. We walked into the room, holding hands. Luke noticed me first and cheered. That led to a groundswell and the noise built. Luke came over and took my hand and Cassie took Mel's. They put us on two lounges. Smart move, since Luke isn't 9 yet.

But I'm not 18 either. Luke didn't immediately clean me out.

He fucked me first. I looked over and Cassie was bouncing up and down on Mel.

Well sure.

Luke took me over, which took Cassie over, which took Mel over.

That was a lot of going over. Somehow I ended up with Cassie lying right next to me with Luke fucking her while Chris cleaned me out.

I was good with that.

I ended up falling asleep right there on the lounge. I woke up much later with Luke on one side and Cassie on the other. They were spooning me from each side and holding hands. Their hands were lying on my hip.

I fell back to sleep.

Not much

OK, fucking too.

Lots and lots of fucking.

I cannot believe I didn't do this before

It took Tam to suggest it and he said the idea came from Morgon.

I am not surprised.

We're heavily involved in areas that affect climate change. Ion power alone is making a huge impact and Belen is working through a number of ways to replace old school gas and diesel vehicles with ion powered replacements at a reasonable cost. We also have a public transportation group that built on the work in Lagos and is simply incredible at their work. More and more cities are adopting public transit and we've made it affordable and carbon friendly.

Soon we'll dominate the air transport industry. I'm not sure who will take that on, but it is inevitable.

So, what the hell and I talking about? Surely you've figured out this is Morgan. Although I suppose it would have been Chris except for that whole President of the United States gig. Jeez. These young kids, shirking that third globally important job.

Hell, we expect her to be our PM part-time. That's probably not fair, is it?

So back to the idea. You know how strongly we believe in the power of children. There's one child that is the most powerful climate activist in the world although she is not that far from being an adult. Not our adult. She's been that for a while.

Stop rambling Morgan. I mean Greta. Everyone knows who you mean when you say Greta related to climate change. She's a force. I reached out and it took a bit. She's surprisingly private, but I finally got through via a connection. My invitation basically asked her where in the world she would like to go for lunch, if the flight was under 30 minutes and it was carbon negative.

That got her attention. She clearly knows what ion power is. Everyone does. I sent her an interesting list I found of the top 50 vegan restaurants in the world.

I could live without bacon, er meat, for one meal. I included my cellphone number and that text was fine if she preferred. I know she has some challenges with communications, which makes what she has accomplished so much more incredible. I got a text.

Do we start at 50 or 1. Do I get to meet Carlina?

Carlina had already told me that if she wins, she's declining, because she thinks Greta deserves it more. The prize. The Nobel Peace Prize.

So yes, Carlina was in. I wonder what it meant that she underlined meet. Could it? Greta is adorable. One can hope. I replied.

Let's work our way up from the bottom. Each meal will be just a little better. I'll pick you up at your house at 1200 for a 1300 lunch at Greenery in the Philippines

OK

I guess I should have asked where she lived, but a quick text to Hill fixed that problem. I looked on Google Earth and their driveway and front yard would work. I texted Carlina to be ready at 1140 for me to pick her up for lunch with Greta.

I got a smiley. I always get smileys.

It's a short hop. Unfortunately, Carlina came to me, when I had planned on picking her up, so she was way too early. What to do. What to do.

I walked out when I heard her come in, just as I saw Sophia head towards our bedroom. She knew I was leaving for lunch, so I guess she found someone to eat. Oh, it's Luca. How sweet.

Yeah I want my piece. I took Carlina's hand and we followed them down the hall and right into the bedroom. No one even said a word. In Carlina's and my case, we had to strip. Lunch, you know. Sophia and Luca had already been naked. I'd be willing to bet Luca had been on Eros, already naked, before he came here. Came here. That made me laugh. God, am I turning into Dad?

"Listen up," said Carlina. "Morgan and I have to go pretty quickly, so we're going first. Luca have you cum yet today?" Luca shook his head no.

"Well I'm horny as fuck, so Morgan you can his first one," said Carlina. "Get going. He's damn good on the first time too. Luca, you have four minutes tops."

He used every second of that four minutes to its best. I lost track of my orgasms and he came inside me. I hopped up.

Squish, squish is fun.

Sophia was kind enough to already be blowing Luca to get him ready. He got hard fast.

Sophia, you know.

Carlina pushed Sophia away, to Sophia's laugh, and Carlina just slammed down on his cock. I wasn't sure they were both going to survive. She was bouncing. He was bouncing. There were hands flying. Somehow they were managing to kiss through most of it too. It might have been his second, but that frenzy was insane. She blew up and he clearly did too. She hopped off and grabbed her panties, laughing. We both pulled on our simple sundresses and ran to the plane.

Squish, squish.

However, we had both neglected one thing. It is cold in Stockholm right now. Neither of us had a coat. The Philippines would be fine, but just the short run from the plane into her house had an effect on a part of our anatomy. I have pretty damn big tits and cold nipples are pretty obvious in a thin sundress. Carlina, however, was a revelation. Carlina has small puffies with nice nipples.

Rock hard nice nipples. Which is how we met Greta and her parents. They were subtle, but they all noticed, and it appeared to be more appreciation than anything. They gave us the obligatory hard time for not having coats which we deserved. They were surprised we were both fluent in Swedish. No, that's not true. Her parents were surprised. Greta wasn't at all, which was interesting. I was pleased that she felt comfortable talking to us both. I'm sure having her parents there had helped. We went out to the plane, wearing loaner coats, and got on board. We quickly shed them. Greta had researched the weather at our destination and was also wearing a sundress, but with a substantial bra underneath. She didn't have much going on, so it really wasn't necessary, but hey, whatever makes you comfortable.

"Greta, would you be more comfortable if your parents joined us?" asked Carlina.

"Fuck no," she said, to our surprise, as she removed the aforementioned bra and threw it onto the couch. Now many women have mastered taking a bra off with a shirt on, but it is tough in a sundress. It didn't seem to matter that much to Greta, because her solution was to drop the dress to the floor, take off the bra, then lean down and lift the dress back on. She was wearing panties though. Before we took her home, we were stopping at a closet room. She needed better undies.

Once she had her dress up, she cocked her head and looked at us both, going back and forth from me to Carlina. She stepped forward and got really close to me, but not touching.

Then she sniffed. She went over and repeated it with Carlina.

Then she stepped back with a huge smile.

"You're both really freshly fucked and if I'm right, you're both going squish, squish," said Greta. "Get us out of here and find a place where I can take care of that for you both."

Oh. This was tough. Do we let her follow our rules, which would make all this just fine? Do we follow the school rules, where parental permission is required? She's over 13. No, wait that's not true, at Greta's age, permission is never required, but the parents acknowledge that they are aware. That's the missing piece.

I explained that to Greta and she laughed.

"Where do you think I know the term squish, squish?" asked Greta. "I'd be in your school if there was one in Stockholm."

Carlina beat me to her phone. She texted something and then looked up.

"Give me an hour and I'll give you the ETA on the school," said Carlina. Greta beamed at her and didn't question a thing. She believes things can be done.

I like this girl. I had texted her parents that we were going to keep her for a bit, which they happily accepted. They even texted.

Let her know she has our consent for any decisions she makes on anything

Well that cleared things up. I showed the text to Greta and she laughed.

"That was sweet of them," said Greta. "You'll both have to get to know them better once there is a school. I guess you don't have to wait Morgan."

Why yes we would.

"So, where do you want to be when you clean us out?" said Carlina. "Somewhere exotic on Earth, floating in space, on the space station, or maybe the moon?"

"Sure, the moon, right," said Greta. We both just looked at her.

"Wow. But that takes too long. You got a bed on that space station?" asked Greta. "Isn't it a Gamma too?" Well, we both answered with moans. It is, what can I say.

"Good, good," said Greta. "You two are adorable, but we need some cock. Quite a few, with three of us. Let's get you both some sloppy seconds or more before I do the cleanup. I love the mix of flavors."

Greta is fun. Lots of fun.

Let's go see how fun Greta is. This was not going quite as expected. I'm thrilled with that.

"You know," said Carlina. "Random cock is fun, but nothing is more fun than fantasy cock. You seem to know Dionysus pretty well. There's three of us. What's your Top 10 Dionysus cock?"

"Bob, Juanita, Gabe, Luca, Tavi, Orlando, Amai, Tim, Blake, Tomas, and Hunter," she said, just rattling those names off.

"That's 11," said Carlina. Greta just shrugged. Carlina sent a flurry of texts.

"Well, we can get started, since Blake, Hunter, and Tavi are already on the station," said Carlina. "The rest will be there by the time we need them."

Fuck yes we all moaned.

"Amy, Tegan, Amara, Grace, Alison, Hallie, and Leslie are all available too," said Carlina. "Do you want them too? If so, we'll probably invite in some random cock too."

Well sure we would.

Greta wanted them all. We all laughed, because Tavi, Hunter, and Blake were already on the station, but Amara, Leslie, Hallie, and Alison weren't. Some bro time. Conveniently, the four of them were together in Clearwater. They'd be here soon.

"Who did you forget?" asked Carlina. "No, that's not fair. I asked about fantasy cock. I neglected everyone else. Some are probably on their way. Top five adds. Go."

"Sophia, Chris, Pari, Maite, Morgon," said Greta. "With an O."

Another flurry of texts. Then Carlina laughed.

"Sophia, Pari, and Maite just arrived at the station," said Carlina. "Bro time. Sure." That did make us all laugh. Morgon's coming and bring Shelby."

"Chris will be here in an hour," said Carlina.

"What!" said Greta and me simultaneously.

Greta beat me to "jinx". The kiss went so well that Carlina had to dock the plane. She didn't mind. I headed towards the air lock. I loved the range of expressions that just rolled over Greta's face.

Surprise, understanding, acceptance, joy.

She saw I was naked. Understood I could be. Accepted that I should be. Was pleased that we all would.

Yep. Three attractive women strutting onto the space station. That's the beauty of Gamma. No one would ever know that Greta was a horny little thing.

But she is.

We walked into the main Gamma living room and Greta let out a gasp.

"Oh God I want him," said Greta. I looked across to where, or more accurately, who she was looking at. Oh. A fine choice, I can attest. A nice gentleman I met in Canada. Just a genuinely nice guy and extremely talented. We'll leave it there.

"Just walk up and ask," I said. A new expression crossed her face.

Fear. Got it. I took her hand and Carlina took the other and we pulled her down the hall to Dad's private suite. We pulled her inside and closed the door and pulled her all the way down to the closet room. Yes, even here. We all got dressed, which disappointed her.

"No, it is good," said Carlina. "We want to talk, and if we don't get dressed, the talking is skipped, and we all have sex. We know our weaknesses." Greta thought about it for a moment.

"Yeah, I can see that," said Greta.

"We wanted to get you into a safe space," I said. "Our suggestion clearly clobbered you. We understand why, and we're no therapists, but we think we can help. It's actually a program that we implemented in our school, and many in the family are involved. Lots of people, particularly kids, have massive social anxiety around anyone they look up to or they consider famous. Imagine being 9 years old and walking down the hall at school and seeing Bob or Orlando at the other end of the hall. Some kids walk right up. Most kids don't. Some kids just can't. So, we put a program together where we connect the people. In that situation, Bob would have approached her, gotten to know her, and asked if there was anything she wanted to do. Often the kid still can't express it, even with Bob, or someone like you just saw, that are not only incredibly nice, but would happily accept damn near any offer she made. Now you can completely ignore me, and we'll have our meeting and follow your lead.

"Or, I could go get him. Express your specific interests, and if they matched, he'd be in here and magic would happen. I am confident he would be OK with me telling you that his magic is powerful."

Carlina laughed.

"Very powerful," she said, letting out a little moan. Greta stared.

"You both?" she said, startled.

"Together," added Carlina.

Greta smiled. That adorable smirk she has.

"We'd be a pretty damn fun trio," she said. Then she stood, up, stripped, and headed down the hall, Carlina and I had to run to keep up, although it was hard to run and strip at the same time. Yeah, I'm sure at least one reader just called BS. Yes, we are experienced.

Oh, that's a new Gamma Olympics idea. Eleanor's collecting ideas. The 100-meter strip dash.

We caught up just as she ran into the living room. We skidded to a halt and held back. She walked right up to him, and we saw him do introductions to his family. She pointed our way and we waved.

Then she headed back towards us, with him, and his entire family.

Well now.

You're going to have to use your imagination on this one, but whatever you can imagine won't be as exciting as the truth.

And the others

I can, however, tell the story of the other friends I made today. Yes, Greta here. Are you kidding? Greatest day of my life. Wild sex on a space station and the entire thing was carbon negative.

Did I mention that Carlina got a reply and now there is a school in Stockholm? Everyone kept apologizing for not opening it sooner.

They bought a fucking school so I could attend. A fucking fucking school.

I can't even explain it, but I'm already more open with this group than anyone I've ever met. Just chattin' with Luca while I bounced up and down on his cock. The most amazing was with Bob.

Well, yes, that, particularly given Amy joined us, but I mean communications. I did something I had never, ever done before. I coached a lover on what I liked. Bob has quite a repertoire of skills, and so does Amy, but he did this one thing with two fingers on his left hand, three on his right, and his cock that blew my mind.

So, I asked him to do it again. First. time. ever. At least related to sex. I just couldn't do it.

Perhaps I should have been clearer though, because he used it to get me off and then wouldn't let me down. Finally, Amy slapped him away.

"Greta, you've got to tell him when you want him to stop," said Amy. Never. Does never work?

Amy had a point though. I'm just this little chick from Stockholm that has some notoriety and today I'm on a space station fucking the queen.

Literally. Double-ended dildo. New to me. Liked it.

Finally, we were all fucked out. Maybe I'll come back to the story, but Morgan suggested we chat after a nap. I thought that was a fine plan, given I was, at the moment, between Bob and Amy. I was on my back and they both turned and spooned me. I ended up with Amy's hand on my breast, and Bob's casually on my pussy.

Why not. Bob's cock was on my leg, still sticky. I fell asleep just when I laid my hand down on his cock.

I hope I don't squeeze too hard in my sleep. We ended up sleeping for a couple hours and I woke up to Bob's moan. It seems that while sleeping I can still give a pretty good hand job.

"Sorry Bob," I said, to Amy's laugh.

"Oh, he simply loves a good hand job, but he is even better at cleaning up his mess," said Amy. That was good, because he came a lot and it was all over me and Amy.

A very fine way to wake up. I can't wait to change schools.

Now it is all business

I am sitting in a beautiful living room. Roomy, nice furniture, well decorated. Just beautiful.

The front wall and the ceiling were glass, or at least clear.

And looking out at Earth. Everyone should get to do this. It might change their view of the planet.

"So now that all that boring sex is out of the way, we can get to the point of the meeting," said Morgan. Yes, we all laughed.

Did I mention it was Morgan, Chris, and me and we're all naked? In fact, Chris just noticed some cum on Morgan's breast and leaned over and licked it off. Oh, I'm getting it in a kiss.

What teenage girl doesn't enjoy a good cum filled kiss from the President of the United States? This President. Not the evil one.

Now the one before him...

Sorry.

"I guess the simple purpose of this meeting was to see how we can help," said Morgan. "We would like to turn Fridays For Future into an actual organization for change, led by you. We're proposing funding the organization, starting with enough for you to make very targeted investments in any way you see fit. We, and everyone in our extended family, would be available to support and help you in any way you choose, from advice, to a safe harbor to things like this." She waved her arm around the room.

"I don't know how to run anything," I said. I don't. I'm not sure why they both laughed.

"You don't always get to do things in life for which you are trained," said Chris. She stopped there, smiling.

Oh. But she's so accomplished. For some reason they both just laughed again.

"I guess I could create a small organization," I said. They laughed again.

"I am not making myself clear. We want you to lead major projects for change. To fund them. To partner. You'll need help," said Morgan.

"But how much money are we discussing?" I asked. "A few hundred thousand? I'm new to this part of advocacy." They laughed again.

"Oh, we're so sorry," said Chris. "We're not laughing at you. We remember this part of becoming rich. The disconnect between what your brain thinks is reasonable and what you can really do."

"Says the 15-year-old President of the United States," I said, to gales of laughter from them both. OK, and from me. They make me laugh. Oh! I made us laugh.

That's not really me. It must be the cum.

"We thought we'd start a little slowly, by our standards, but the access to money is almost unlimited," said Morgan.

"Unlimited?" I said. "That can't be true."

"Honey," said Chris. "You're sitting on our space station."

Well she had me there.

"We'll start with a hundred billion in operating capital," said Morgan. "But encourage large, sweeping acquisitions and investments, and those are funded differently."

"Sure, sure," I said. "A hundred billion for expenses. Makes sense. With that pittance you have to keep the investment fund separate."

"What the absolute fuck are you talking about?" I added and they both laughed.

"Let's say you don't think Amazon is doing enough to support the environment," said Chris. "You could buy it and change their policies. For that matter, let's say you negotiate to buy 100 million acres in Brazil, in the Amazon basin. Both of those would come out of a larger investment pool."

"Uh huh. I can buy anything named Amazon," I said. "Got it." OK, we laughed again.

"Listen this is fun, but can we be serious and talk about real numbers," I said. They just sat there and smiled and waited me out.

"Oh, come on," I said. Which is when they both launched themselves at me and I ended up with both of them on top of me.

That seemed OK.

Shit was going to change.

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