6 Jan 2020

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Bob the mentor

Bob is helping out so much. He's a great mentor and doesn't tell me what I should do. He brainstorms with me and lets me decide. He also shares things I don't know. I guess I should say this is Greta. Now you can read this in my cute English accent. At least Bob tells me it is.

I'll give you an example. I was going too small and he pushed me a bit. Let's tell that story.

"Just to make you aware," said Bob. "We have large buildings in Paris, Tokyo, and New York. All have an apartment for you, all have a floor or floors that could be dedicated to your charity, and all are consulates."

I admit that we both moaned at that, although the fact that I was leisurely bouncing up and down on Bob at the time might have been an additional cause for a moan.

"Oh," added Bob. "All the buildings are off the grid, ion-powered, and carbon negative."

Just the words a girl needed to push her over the top. I freaking milked Bob's cum out of him and just slid right up and lowered myself onto his face.

Bob likes this. Everyone that has ever been with Bob knows he likes this.

We all like it too. At one point he got me up so high and so hard that I fell off the bed. Right onto the carpet. Bob immediately jumped up and straddled me, looking down at me.

"Are you OK?" he asked. Given my view was Bob, all sculpted and shit, and hard again, I was doing just fine. I took his offered hand, but instead of letting him pull me up, I pulled him down. The man is strong. He made love to me, on the carpet, and it was incredible. I am not sure it will ever be surpassed, no matter how hard I try.

I'd try. I am enjoying the hell out of this family.

It might involve more samples of Bob too. You need a scientific comparison.

Just as I started my first orgasm, Bob rolled onto his back, bringing me with him. His hugs are so strong and comforting and he hugged me tight as we rolled and stayed inside. I laid down, snuggled up to his chest, my head tucked in under his chin. Bob didn't miss a beat and was using his hips to gently slide in and out.

We came together. It was spectacular.

Which is also how Amy and Jameis found us on the floor, Bob still inside me, asleep.

I woke up to the sight of naked Amy and naked hard Jameis.

Holy shit.

"I know that look," said Amy, with a laugh. "You want his big cock, but are a little fearful, and are wondering if it would even fit."

I just smiled and nodded.

"It will fit," said Jameis. "I'm patient and careful."

Yes, he is.

It was amazing. Simply amazing. I'm a little thing. He's not. He's strong as hell too. He picked me up and dropped me onto his cock as easy as lifting a feather. He's literally lifting me up and down on his cock while I hug him and hang on.

Oh God that was a big one. Then his big one exploded in me.

Then he freaking spun me in mid-air and started sucking it all out of me.

And look what's right there. Damn that was inside me? Oh yes it was. I used my skills to get him hard again and he set me down. We watched Amy and Bob finish the same move.

Once he set Amy down I slapped him.

"Why haven't you showed that to me? You're supposed to be my mentor," I said, sternly. I do sternly well. Shame them. Shame them!

"Sorry," he said. "We'll take a week and go through some training."

"A week?" I said. "A freaking week?"

"Sure, but it is the short course," said Bob. His sex training short course takes a week.

A week I would joyfully give.

"Looks like I got him ready for you Amy," I said, holding Jameis cock, which is actually larger than my forearm. Amy laughed.

"Oh, I've had my turn," said Amy. "Bob's up next."

Which is how Amy and I got to lie on the bed making out and watching this giant of a man fuck Bob, who is pretty damn big himself. They'd been going at it a bit.

"Hold up boys," said Amy and Jameis stopped, buried deep in Bob. She moved me around on my knees.

To be the front of the train. Oh, I'd been with Bob, but this was special. Every time Jameis pounded him, it drove Bob deeper in me.

Deeper is good. I just couldn't stop cumming. Suddenly Bob rolled me on my back.

And they both covered me with cum. Lots and lots of cum.

"Stay there," said Amy. Then the three of them left!

But into the room ran Ruby.

I am quite clean now. Not only did she lick and kiss it all, she took me in the bathroom and got in the giant tub with me and bathed me. So gently. She ended with shampooing my hair and then braiding it better than I've ever seen it braided.

And my poor mom does it a lot.

Can we bring Ruby on our week Bob? Ruby laughed.

"Maybe," said Ruby. "It's one hell of a class. I'd redo it."

Redo it. I'll leave alone how she knew what I was thinking. Redo it.

We both moaned.

Changing a mindset

I get that this is confusing. It feels like excess to Greta. Big buildings. Lots of lights. Open spaces. Air conditioning that could freeze a mammoth. Ok I turned that up. It was cold. This is Bob.

We were standing together on an open floor of our building in Paris. Remember the floors are almost 3 acres.

They're big.

"This is nuts. It's horrible. Why would I want this? It is against everything I stand for!" said Greta. I just smiled at her and waited. She looked at me for a bit and I got one of her trademark smirks.

"None of that is true, is it?" said Greta. Well I had said that, but she was cumming.

I just shook my head no.

"You seriously believe I can run an organization that needs all this," she said, waving her arm to include the open space.

I nodded my head yes.

"And you have other places to show me that you think I should also staff. Places around the world," she said.

I nodded again. It was working. Why change something that was working?

"And you think all my hires should be kids and will ensure they have a school in each of those locations," said Greta. I admit I laughed since I hadn't thought of that at all.

But the answer was easy, so I nodded again.

She looked out over the space with the Eiffel tower visible through the far window. I could see it on her face.

Acceptance.

"So, you're not letting me get away with challenging world leaders. You're challenging me to actively fix the problem," she said. "You're calling me, and people like me, out too," said Greta. "And throwing your weight behind it including your money."

Still on a roll and I smiled and nodded.

"And you're going to help me and be available day or night even if it is just so I can cry on your shoulder," she said, with clear fear in her voice.

That didn't get a nod. That got a big bear hug. Which was progress.

"OK," she said. "Let's do this. What's next?"

I didn't answer. I just headed to the elevator and pressed the up button.

When we got upstairs, there were two people waiting. Morgan and Chris. Chris was the founder and Morgan is the current leader of the largest charity in the world. Greta had met them both and went in for the hug. I laughed that Chris' Secret Service contingent didn't react at all. I'm pretty sure a terrorist could go in for the hug and Chris would give it to them right before they were on the ground in zip cuffs.

She is tough as shit.

Let's just say we took a break so Greta could get to know Chris and Morgan even better. I helped.

Oh, you want details. Greta wants to tell the story.

I'm not as nervous around royalty now

I think it was being at the front of a train, getting fucked by Morgan, while Bob was fucking Morgan in the ass, while I was also going down on the President of the United States. A king, two princesses, a prime minister, a treasury secretary, the two successive heads of the world's largest charity, and the most powerful philanthropist on the planet.

All that rolled up into my three sex partners. They were so freaking scary, up until the hug. I don't remember if I told this story, but the first time I met Bob and Amy, I was terrified. I know I am on the spectrum and people freaking terrify me. My passion can sometimes push through, but they were the freaking king and queen. Yes, that was too many freakings.

Then Amy asked if she could hug me. I went in for that tentative hug you do in an uncomfortable social situation.

Amy didn't. She just enveloped me and pulled me in, burying my face into her simply amazing breasts. She held me until I melted, and then squeezed a little harder and finally let me go. I think it changed me. Literally.

I turned to Bob, who introduced himself. To me. The king. Then he gave me a smile that might have pushed me over a little and opened his arms. He is as good a hugger as Amy. You can feel their love and support just flow through the hugs. Bob was being very careful to not touch together below the waist. I knew why. He'd just watched me roll through a small orgasm when his supermodel wife hugged me into her world-class breasts.

I may be young and on the spectrum, but I am not unaware.

I went in for the full hug, hard cock and all. I didn't grind on him. I just made the hug a hug, ignoring it.

I'd meet his cock more formally later. Where the hell did that thought come from? Eventually we got to know each other well enough that they invited me on their boat for the weekend for a small family gathering. A cruise ship size boat with a few hundred close family. A carbon negative cruise ship. Do you know they have carbon negative farms too? Bacon. I can freaking eat bacon.

Bacon is always worthy of a tangent. I didn't like being vegan.

The group did push me to my people limits but two things helped. The first was that Amy showed me to a simply amazing suite, right next to theirs, and told me to just come spend time alone or with a smaller group whenever I felt overwhelmed or just needed a break. At the time I didn't understand the significance of the term smaller group. I do now. I was not unaware. Sex education in Sweden is quite informative. I had just never done anything. Feeling Bob's hard cock push against me was officially the most sexual thing I had ever done.

OK, cumming while hugging Amy would be right there too.

The second thing that made me feel comfortable was that everyone was so damn nice. I mean seriously nice. To a person, they all asked how I was and if there was anything they could do to help. They knew about my cause and supported it. They all knew their personal carbon footprint and I didn't meet a single person whose footprint wasn't positive. I knew the family were big landowners, but did you know that Sophia has a program that is on target to plant over 1.1 Billion trees in fourteen months? Billion with a B, as I have now read in the journal.

Sophia also holds the number 3 spot in best hugs ever, behind Amy and Bob, who are tied. Sorry Mom and Dad, but your positions are dropping fast. We're going to practice.

Then I met Ruby. My entire list shifted down one. Sorry everyone, there is a new champ in town. Ruby is just about my height and she pulled me in, and I am pretty sure I melted enough to change state to liquid. She just exudes a warmth everywhere. Let me tell you, that warmth, that aura, is powerful enough that I bit my lower lip trying to be quiet. I eventually learned I didn't need to be quiet about it, but I'll get there.

I found myself chatting with Ruby and Horacio when a young couple came up. Eddie and Tosha. Damn they're cute together. It's hard to explain but kids my age and younger are just older here. Not physically. Maturity. I don't know how old Tosha is, but she's a couple with Eddie and it is clear and good. Then another young woman walked up and took Eddie's other hand. Nyusha. His other partner.

Eddie is 15. Nyusha is 13. Tosha is 11.

Still felt right. Did I mention that Nyusha and Tosha are sisters?

Still good and I don't know why. They mentioned Hanna too, but I haven't met her yet. Something makes me say I'd like her. They're all so nice!

"I am curious about something," I said. "Perhaps my expectations were unreasonable, but I thought I'd see more happening than I am. I expected topless women and naked kids and at least a few people making out if not outright fucking."

Well, I did.

They all laughed.

"We're all dressed because of you," said Tosha. "Bob thought we should. On any other day, we'd all be naked. 100%. Every single double and triple lounge would have people on it doing things you didn't think were physically possible. This group of six? We'd already be fucking. My vision is fucking you while Horacio fucks Eddie."

I think I turned red from head to toe. Tosha caught it. I don't even know how Tosha would fuck me, but I wanted her too. Wow.

"I'm so sorry. That was blunt and graphic. Sometimes I forget that what is normal conversation here isn't anywhere else," said Tosha.

"No, it's fine," I croaked. "I've just never..." I couldn't even say it.

"Well, you need a whisperer if you're ready," said Tosha, quietly. "Eddie is the best. Nyusha will attest to it. She and I would both help. I know Ruby and Horacio would too if you'd like. We could go back to your suite. No pressure, just an offer."

"A whisperer?" I asked. Tosha laughed.

"That's the question you had out of all of that?" asked Tosha.

"I understood everything else quite well and found the image pleasant," I said. I think I just sounded like Spock. I know I just sounded like Spock.

"A whisperer is an appealing partner that understands the significance of being your first. They're kind and gentle and coach you. At absolutely any point you can stop. It's intended to be a comfortable first time and for most it is. Not a back seat of a car one-minute experience," said Horacio.

"A partner of your choice," I said. Horacio smiled.

"Any of us in this group would be honored, but I am likely not your best first choice for physical reasons," said Horacio. Physical reasons. Oh. Oh!

"But when you work your way up in size, Horacio is an amazing teacher," said Tosha. "I've learned things."

"Can you pass the word today should be like any other day?" I said. "It won't bother me. It might be interesting."

"And you're offering me your boyfriend?" I said, to Tosha.

"And my girlfriend or I if your next step in your journey is with a girl," said Tosha. "There are no boundaries here."

"Well, I think I had that experience when Ruby hugged me," I said. "So, we'll go with a boy. I'm not ready to say yes, but I may have more questions."

"About passing that word," I said, a little excited.

Tosha took the initiative. By undressing. Then everyone in our group did. Then people around them noticed they were naked and with me and they started stripping. It was like the wave, but with stripping. There were a few hundred people here and in less than five minutes I was the only one with clothes on.

So, I didn't have clothes on either. Somehow I got a standing ovation for stripping. Some of the men clearly got hard from looking at me. Everyone from a surprisingly young toddler to a man I would guess was in his seventies. I would later learn eighties, but that might be another entry.

It was Horacio and Ruby that sent the message that sex was OK. Horacio laid on his back and Ruby lowered herself onto his cock. Yeah, definitely not going to be my first, but Ruby seemed to enjoy it. She turned to me and smiled.

"By tomorrow, if there is an interest," said Ruby, in my head.

I climbed up onto the lounge and started kissing Ruby, then kissing Horacio. A crowd gathered. Somehow I ended up covered in cum. It was warm and sticky. I couldn't resist and scooped up a small taste. Salty, but not bad. Interesting in fact. I found myself pushed onto my back. Ruby kneeled over me.

"May I clean you up?" asked Ruby, who was dripping more cum on me. The answer was yes. Very much yes.

I learned things, one of which is that I can squirt. I also learned how to clean a girl up. With my tongue. And kisses.

I licked my first girl off. Ruby. My first was Ruby. We finally fell back.

"Eddie," I yelled. "Get over here."

Which is how I lost my virginity in front of a few hundred people.

Horacio was later that night.

Back to New York

At least I'm not on a freaking sailboat. We are on our way to New York. Still Greta. Great story, wasn't it? I went from a shy, introverted virgin, to a shy, introverted sex addict. I blame Bob. Bob was the next day. He was reticent. I wasn't.

Oh my freaking God.

That would be a tangent, so I'll come back to the fact that we are in Bob's space plane.

That is carbon negative. Maybe I'll tell you about my first time with Bob later.

"So how do I get myself one of these magic planes?" I asked. I was sitting in the copilot seat at the time.

"Go through the training. Once you're done I will give you one of these," said Bob. "Until then, use the reservation app on your phone. It works like Uber except they pick you up in a space plane."

Bob is hard to figure out sometimes. I think he is joking. Surely he is joking.

I don't think he is joking.

"You'll give me a space plane," I said. "What does one cost?

"I have no idea," said Bob.

"But you'll still give me one," I said. Bob has a nice smile, which he was giving me at the moment.

"Sure," said Bob.

"How can you not know what one costs?" I asked.

"Greta. The one thing we have plenty of is money," said Bob. "We will give you as much as you need. You're pissed off at Exxon for polluting? Buy them and shut them down. It won't have any impact, but it might make you feel better. We are meeting someone in New York that I believe can partner with you to change the direction of the single biggest polluter in the world."

"China?" I said.

"Not a country. Cars. It is time to make transportation carbon negative," he said.

"Belen," I said, and Bob smiled and nodded again.

"Shit," I said. "I really have to do this."

"I got what I deserved," I said, stoically. "And if you just nod, I'm throwing you out the window."

So Bob shrugged. He's not stupid. Powerful young women are a force for good. I didn't write that sentence. Bob did.

He nodded, which got him a playful slap on the arm.

I slapped him on the arm. Progress for me. Then again, I love Bob. Don't worry, I'm not adding my name to the lengthy list of women who really love Bob. Pari should fucking fix it.

The three of them are adorable.

I found her a solid XO

Bob here. So even Greta thinks Amy, Pari, and I are a trio. Yes, I read her. Yes, I have permission. She wants me too. It's giving me insights into her thought processes and they're really cool. She makes leaps from A to J or A to M while I'm still trying to figure out A to B.

I'm a pretty smart guy too.

We have got to bring a brain person in on our abilities. I believe we can redefine the brain. I am sure there is a formal medical name for brain person, but I don't know what it is, and you got it anyway.

I admit, I am probably cheating, because she still doesn't understand everything that goes on yet, but she gave me blanket permission, so I stretched it. She needs it. I know, the ends justify the means argument. But she does need it right now.

I told Greta that we were landing on top of our apartment, which is on the 112th floor. I got the look until I reminded her that the entire tower was off the grid, including having a complete sewage treatment plant, and recycling the water right back into the system. I saw a documentary on Bill Gate's search for a better toilet and reached out. It's worth seeing. I watched it on Netflix. I won't tell a big poop story, but it is having a massive impact on the world. I should mention this is Chloe's building. I don't think we've told that story, so we'll get to that, but it is quite large and looks over Central Park.

It's darn nice.

We climbed down the stairs. I'd positioned that this was an interview for a potential number two. Actually, a pair of number twos.

Somehow that didn't come out right.

You remember Ray and Rachel, I'm sure. Amazing musical artists. They're also passionate climate activists. They've been involved with a number of Hayden projects focusing on climate change and sustainability. They had also made it through their bachelor's degrees with majors in Public Policy and minors in Music. NYU. We don't have a formal relationship, but some of our folks still go there. Maybe someday.

They seemed to hit it off. If by hit it off, you mean that Ray and I may be incapacitated for a few days. Ray set a new personal record that this old man couldn't match. Then they suggested we watch them.

I enjoyed that. I'll let Greta tell that story if she wants, but I'm not sure she is there yet.

I do miss my family

These are tough decisions. There are so many things to be done and I admit I am a bit overwhelmed.

I'm just a little girl from Sweden. Right now, I am standing on a high floor of a huge tower overlooking Central Park. The entire floor is empty, and I can see out the windows in every direction.

It is late. Almost 0300. I couldn't sleep so I came down here to think. Bob suggested I move into the family apartment.

In this building. They seem to have a lot of apartments in New York. I could share this one with a few thousand people. Leslie and her family have one, although their primary home is still Robertville. When everywhere is 15 minutes away, you can do that.

Should I do that? Should I go home?

I'm in over my head.

I think Bob knows it too because he is staying really close. We text all the time.

Wait what? My phone just buzzed.

20 minutes

That's all Bob sent. I don't know how he knew but he knew. Some things around this extended family are pretty confusing. I think they're starting to affect me. I know many of them can read me.

I know Bob somehow senses my mood.

Which is why he will be here in 20, no 19, minutes.

I'm good with that. He texted again to meet him on the patio. It is a beautiful night. I took the elevator up and cracked a bottle of Bob's favorite wine. I keep it chilled for him. I'm not a big drinker but I put the wine bottle in an ice bucket and brought two glasses.

Bob likes his wine cold.

There is a little nip in the air, so I brought a blanket out and laid down on one of the big lounges to wait for Bob.

I woke up at almost 1100 the next morning. Bob was sitting in a chair looking at me and smiling. There was a book open but face down on the table next to him.

"Good morning," he said, in Swedish. Bob knows I am comforted by Swedish instead of English.

What you probably don't know is that Bob didn't know Swedish. He knows a lot of languages and has gotten better with them, but he learned Swedish for me. I love and miss my parents, but Bob is my support. Everyone is, but he is the one that senses my mood.

"We all do," he said. "If it wasn't me it would be Amy or Jessica or Ruby or a dozen other people. Someone who loves you would be in this chair."

He meant that too.

"Can everyone read my mind?" I asked.

Bob sighed.

"OK," he said, smiling again. "The short answer is yes, most of us can, followed by no, none of the others have. We don't do it without permission which we they didn't have. I do, but I think you were just humoring me."

I am sure I just stared.

"But we can also sense moods, particularly stress and that isn't intrusive. It is why I am here. You're oozing stress," he continued. "And I can help."

And he did. I undressed him and he undressed me, and we fucked out on the patio. Maybe you're thinking that all this non-stop sex with a teenager is bad, but it is not. Then again, if you're reading this journal, you're probably all for it.

Being around Bob does help, and the sex is amazing, but we needed to get back to what he said.

"Prove it," I said.

"You have to give me permission again. You didn't believe me before," he said. "We all have blanket permission within the extended family. We need to talk about that too, but let's focus.

"I'm not hiding anything. You can read whatever you want," I said. He sat for a moment and laughed.

"I'm not sure that's physically possible," he said, continuing to laugh.

Damn. I'd hoped it was.

"Me too!" he said.

"Can I read you?" I asked.

"I don't know. The whole thing confuses us too. It started between soulmates, but we have gotten stronger," he said.

Next he will tell me he can fly.

No. Just no.

Bob is now floating about 2 feet off the chair. Smiling. Then he floated back down. He held out his hand. The book he was reading lifted and turned over. His bookmark lifted off the table and laid down in the right spot. The book closed and gently set back down on the table.

I just stared until Bob laughed.

"You can just forget everything you just saw, and we can pretend it did not happen," said Bob.

No. Couldn't do that.

I closed my eyes. If he can read me...

I laughed.

"Yes please," I said to his laughter.

"Soon but not yet," he said. Wait. His lips didn't move. Oh, give me a break.

Well I'll try too.

"Can you hear this?" I thought as hard as I could. Can you think hard?

"Yes, and it comes across as shouting," said Bob wincing. "Just think normally but kind of tell yourself who you're sending it too."

"Like this?" I thought.

He smiled again. Bob has a nice smile. He really does. I love this guy.

"We all love you too," said Bob. "You know that. You're a powerful young woman. We both know that. Things are moving fast and the weight on your shoulders is huge. Share the weight. Don't try to carry it by yourself."

I sat quietly and Bob did too. His patience is incredible. He can sense a mood and just be happy to sit with you. He came over and sat next to me and put his arm around me. A very fatherly gesture.

He laughed.

"Well I am pretty experienced at that," said Bob.

Hell, that story alone is amazing. Bob has two biological children. The youngest.

His other 7 are adopted. Every single story is insane. I've read the journal.

Start to finish.

It's hard for me, but I need to start asking for help.

That got me a nice squeeze.

And then we laid back...

Round 2 seemed like a good idea.

Sometimes I have the best ideas.

I can do this

I can. I admit I feel a little overwhelmed by the doing, not the shaming.

Today we had a couple meetings. One was with Rachel and Ray. Bob made sure I understood the importance of chemistry in a working relationship. No, he didn't mean we should fuck again. Well maybe he did, but he meant more personality. The fact that Rachel and Ray were passionate about the environment doesn't mean they are the right people to work with me.

That sounds horrible, but surely you understand. They should be arriving soon. We agreed on 1000 and they walked into the apartment at 0958. I do love people that are on time. Rachel asked if she could give me a hug. It is funny because I have a real problem with touch. Or maybe had is more appropriate. Rachel's tongue is OK though. In my mouth, like just now, or other places, like when we met.

Hugs are my thing now. Rachel gave me a big hug and then stepped back just a bit.

"May I kiss you? I don't want to set the wrong mood for our conversation," said Rachel. I didn't answer. I leaned in for the kiss.

Rachel is a good kisser. I went through almost the exact same ritual with Ray but hugged him tight enough to feel him get hard. I went from this shy little thing to damn near insatiable. I finally stepped back and Bob got the same hugs and kisses. Something about Bob and Ray kissing just sparked for me. Who knew? I didn't know I liked men and woman until I met this family too.

OK, I'd never had any kind of sex before. Ha! Now I do.

I am OK with that.

"Let's chat, then if there is still interest, why don't we fuck again," I said. Look at me, all bold and shit. The conversation was spirited and fun. I asked for their ideas and they were farther ahead than I was. We focused on two big ones. The first is cars, or more generally transportation. The second is power, and the ion cubes were a critical solution.

Ion cubes. It sounded like ice cubes for Millennials.

I won't go through the entire conversation, but it was a huge success. Ray and Rachel are the co-heads of the New York office of Fridays for Future. They'll be well-paid, but not from the charity. From Bob. I am too. I make stupid money.

Bob. He's funding all the offices, staff, and every other expense personally. We are the only charity that applies 100% of donations to our cause.

Because of Bob. Then again, we don't have a head of fund raising. Bob just said to spend.

I'll come back to New York soon, because Rachel and Ray were going to make incredible progress. I just know it. We need a Paris lead too, and Bob said he had a suggestion for that too. Paris is tomorrow. The rest of today is playtime with my newest team members.

And Bob. Bob's kind of needy. We included him because we had to.

Right.

Bob told me to keep going

He actually told me to keep going twice. The second time was about telling the story about our trip to Paris. The first time, I was blowing him, and he meant I should finish. I did. In my mouth. Which I kissed back to him. Yes folks, Bob is fun.

Now that I have told that short story, I'll tell the story of Paris. It is one of my favorite cities, but ghastly for the environment. We landed on the Paris building. You know. I mentioned it before. Quite large, but not as tall. With a view of the Eiffel tower. We took the elevator down a few floors and it opened onto an empty floor. Why does Bob have so many empty floors?

"We knew we needed them," said Bob. "We don't always know why."

Well sure. I had underestimated the size of these floors. Good lord. Wait.

"Is Mia's studio in this building?" I asked and Bob smiled and took my hand.

I not only got to see the exhibit on which Mia was working, I got to see a lot more. I met Simeon and Aubrey. There is something there with those three, but I'm not sure they know it yet. They're certainly a sharing group.

I am going to like Paris. The funny thing is that it is Aubrey's sister Abril and Simeon's brother Marcel that Bob suggests to lead the Paris office. They're both 13. Which seems just fine.

The first staff meeting was a success. I'd read about council/orgy meetings. We took that down to the meeting level. Sometimes we didn't bother with the meetings. Our charity is fun. Imagine when we get all the global team leads together. Quarterly. Maybe monthly.

I appear to be on a tangent. I'll save the rest of the story. Just imagine I am still terrified, because I am.

This might have been a stretch

Remember how the families around the lake are nudists? In Wisconsin. It was essentially around the cove on which we had a house. A nice tight circle on a protected bay. Fourteen houses.

The stretch?

I declared the whole thing a consulate. Yep. All fourteen houses and all the property. The fact we didn't actually own it all was a stretch too, but we'd reached the point that people didn't bother us.

Much. But I'll come back to that.

So, let me catch you up. This is Luke, by the way. If you recall, the Oshkosh air show was a huge success. We had such fun and met so many interesting people. The group kept expanding to, well, fourteen houses. We had a lot of fun, given our house was the only consulate.

Not anymore.

Cassie and I were headed back for an end of the season party. An open house. All fourteen families were opening their houses for a party. Just wander up and down the street. Go in and out of any house you want. We did put signs at each end of the street that the street was closed for the day. We'd purchased the actual street, so it was private property now. Big signs were posted that if you attempted to pass this point, then damage to your vehicle and you was likely. Everyone around the lake respected it, but someone must have objected, because a deputy showed up.

Who apparently couldn't read. He stopped, got out, read the sign, and then got in and kept coming. Fast.

That airbag had to hurt when it went off. He hit a force field. We'd even colored it so you could freaking see it.

I saw it happen and ran over to see if he was OK. I could run out through the force field. He just couldn't drive in. Then again, I could walk through it without issue.

Anyway. Just as I got near his car, he pushed his way out from the airbag and jumped out.

And freaking shot me. I am 8. I do not look like a threat. He fucking shot me.

I didn't say he hit me. It bounced right off, as you would expect it to. I'm pretty powerful. He apparently thought I was quite the threat, because he emptied his entire gun at me.

Finally, he was out of ammunition.

"Was that really necessary?" I said. "I'm 8. I'm short. You shot me. Multiple times. I just came to see if you were OK."

He was standing there in shock, looking at the bullets at my feet.

"Did you not see the no trespassing signs and the warning about damage and injury?" I asked.

"You can't just block the road!" he shouted, just as another police car pulled up and an older Deputy got out. He just leaned on his car and crossed his arms, with a bemused expression on his face.

"As is clearly stated on the sign, this road is private," I said. "Therefore we can close it. I own it. I should know."

You know. Shooting at me is one thing but spitting at me is another. Don't do that. Just don't. He did not like being face down on the pavement with zip cuffs on his wrists. I may be small, but I am fucking powerful.

After all, I got my love muffin pregnant at 8. Yeah, I might be a little too proud of that.

He was teaching me new curse words right now. The other Deputy finally pushed off of his car and walked over. He was stronger than he looked. He reached down and grabbed the zip cuffs and pulled the guy to his feet. Oh, he was screaming now. He guided him over to his car and pushed him into the front seat. He didn't even take off the zip cuffs. He walked around to the driver's side and tipped his hat to me.

And drove off. I looked and twenty minutes later, the wrecked police car was gone. I'll keep going and take this a little out of order, because it is funny. To me. After an incredible party, and one hell of a night, I got up and drove into town. I went straight to the Sheriff's office and parked in front. Who should be coming out of the building when I get out?

The dude that shot me. He damn near ran over.

"You can't be driving!" he screamed. I thought I'd show him my license, so I reached into my back pocket for my wallet. He did not like that. Because your average 8-year-old would have a gun in their back pocket.

He shot me. Again. All the bullets. Again. As you can imagine, unloading your entire magazine on the sidewalk in front of the Sheriff's department got a pretty quick reaction. As in a ton of officers running out the front door, weapons drawn. I just stood there with my arms in the air. I'm not stupid.

But one of the other Deputies was. He emptied his gun at me. I noticed the same older Deputy come strolling out, shaking his head.

"Stand down," he shouted. Finally, everyone had put their gun away. The older guy walked to the two Deputies that had, you know, shot me, and took their guns. He handed them to the woman that was walking with him. The very attractive young woman.

Who lives three doors down from our house. Her name is Myra. I know Myra. So does Cassie. I wasn't sure why Myra was here, given I know she is 14. I just waited until he walked up.

"My name is Mort," he said. "I'm the Sheriff. I apologize for the actions of my deputies. I am thankful that your force field technology is so good." Myra snorted. I glared at her and she smiled and shrugged.

Mort laughed.

"I believe you know my granddaughter Myra," he said, with a smile that was damn near a leer.

"We've met," I said, politely. This time Myra laughed out loud.

"I'll say. As I recall, the last time we met I bounced up and down pretty actively on your cock," said Myra. "Mort's cool. He loves that our house is a consulate now. Oh, Cassie would love him. Skilled."

Well, good ol' Mort was hard as a rock.

"I came to apologize for yesterday's incident. I'd like to replace the vehicle," I said. Mort looked at me with the same bemused expression.

"Our deputy shot you, then did it again today, and another one did too, and you want to pay for the car that was wrecked," said Mort.

"Well, I also noticed that the two cars I saw were quite old," I said. Just then the sky darkened. I knew what it was, but they didn't. It was an E-111C. The cargo version. Also known as the C-60. A wider body to hold more. A nice size to bring two dozen cars.

"I understand you have eight cars in your fleet, which seems light to us, given the size of your department and county," I said. The plane hovered and dropped the ramp in the middle of the street. SUV after SUV drove down the ramp, flew over, and parked on the grass. Twelve Expeditions and twelve Explorers, in police trim, already painted in the county color scheme and signage. I think pretty much everyone noticed that none of the SUVs had anyone in them. And could fly.

"They're all ion-powered, so will not have any fuel costs. They can all fly, but we'll have to put your team through training," I said. "There are a lot of other features, including shields, cloaks, and ion stun guns. They'll take a little more training. We've arranged with the local dealership to handle all maintenance, at our cost. If you approve, all of the people in your auto maintenance group will be offered positions with local car dealers, since you really won't need them anymore."

The Sheriff stuck out his hand and I shook it.

"Thank you," he said. "We will be a couple deputies short until I can hire."

"Nah, don't do that," I said. "Just work with them. I'm happy to spend time talking to them. Apparently I am terrifying!" We all did laugh, particularly Myra. I do like Myra. So does Cassie. I'll admit that she is one reason we like to come back to Wisconsin. Cassie's happy that everyone understands all cum is for her, but I digress.

Back to both parties

This is Cassie. I'll take over. Luke gets distracted by the littlest things like getting shot. Repeatedly. The first party we had at the airfield. We rented a huge swath of it for the day and set it up as a big outdoor party for every volunteer and their family. It was thousands of people. I'd hired a company that does the rides for state fairs and there were a ton of rides, including the coolest Ferris wheel. I'd also hired a company that does big bounce house parties. That was a different area. There were rides and fun for all ages. It was a wonderful party, even if we did have to wear clothes. Including a top. A top!

Sorry, I've forgotten that people wear tops. No, not seriously, but still. I have pregnancy boobs too. They're already getting bigger. So am I. I am small, but visibly pregnant. I was not when we were here for a month. Most of these people know Luke is my boyfriend. They also know he is 8.

We decided to be honest. Anyone crazy enough to ask a pregnant woman about her pregnancy got a big smile that Luke and I couldn't be happier and were married now.

Mom told me that tons of people asked her and Bob about it and they just responded that they were thrilled for us and their new grandbaby to be.

We love to confuse people.

Did I mention the stage? We tried to appeal to all ages. We had Tony Bennett, Elton John, Earth, Wind, & Fire, Eminem, and Dua Lupa with Post Malone.

Darn it, almost forgot Willie Nelson.

It was a little genre bending. Mostly they just joined the party and played when it struck their fancy. Willie Nelson with Earth, Wind & Fire backing him up was incredible. Tony Bennett, Dua Lupa, and Eminem did a medley of their songs, all as improv, that just blew everybody away. They all knew each other's big songs flawlessly. You haven't lived until you've heard Lose Yourself with Tony Bennett singing about spaghetti. The last I saw, the three of them were exchanging numbers. A bunch of our friends surprised us by coming too. I assumed that Orlando had asked them, but Gina just spread the word about a party with a carnival and they started showing up. Khalid likes the Ferris wheel, but Halsey won't ride it. Ava Max and Billy Joel bonded with Elton John on the Merry-Go-Round.

Did I mention the petting zoo? Darn near everyone that grew up urban loved the petting zoo. Lady Gaga rode a horse for the first time, being led around a circle, right behind a 3-year-old on a bigger horse.

Lizzo milked a cow. Laughing. She and the cow both seemed to enjoy it.

What made me really laugh was that the kids just rolled with it. They politely introduced themselves to the celebrities and got lots of selfies. I think Selena Gomez took a thousand selfies. I know Taylor did too. Same with Camila.

The parents mostly just stared.

One hell of a party. Tomorrow was going to top it. Tomorrow was the aforementioned end of the season party. I've backed us up a bit because in the morning, Pari and I were meeting with the Board of Regents at the University of Wisconsin about buying the Oshkosh campus.

We like these kids. They need opportunities.

Sometimes you need two parties

The party that started this entry, before I got myself shot, was amazing. Did you doubt it? If you have made it this far in the journal, then you have an idea, but not completely. We had one whole section of the party that was just like yesterday. Bounce houses, even the Ferris wheel. Yeah, we had to buy a pretty big property across the road from the lake, but hey, maybe we'll keep the Ferris wheel.

OK, maybe not. It is funny. I love flying my space plane, but the top of a Ferris wheel scares me. I found myself forced to hide my face in Cassie's breasts.

Did I sell that? Luckily it was our more private party because when I latched on to her right nipple she screamed pretty loudly. A good scream. She went right over. Pregnancy favors Cassie.

Of course, we hadn't met Mort yet, but we sure knew Myra. In the biblical sense. But you knew that. The funny thing is that our little group of fourteen homes is so comfortable with each other that we didn't fuck much that day. We could any time. It's not like anybody would shut the door in your face. We're sexual. The whole group.

Did I mention Myra's little brother Myck? Yeah, weird spelling. Just turned 5. Surprisingly skilled for someone that just came of age. Then again, Bill and Jessica had spent quite a bit of time here too.

If you get my drift. Hell of a party, but still might not match up to Lizzo and the cow. Oh God. I meant no disrespect. To Lizzo. Or the cow.

Stop digging Luke. The hole is deep enough. We're keeping this entry simple, but I will confirm that our entire cove understands that cum goes to Cassie. We stayed for a whole week and I particularly laughed when Myra and Mort knocked on the door super late.

There had been a cum accident, and they were both covered. I couldn't help with Mort, but Cassie could, and I can confirm that Myra was quite clean when I was done. Passing it all to Cassie, of course. We invited them to come spend a week in Dionysus.

We love Wisconsin.

Probably a little repetitive

Pari here. Yeah, buying a little university. We hope. Well, it didn't quite work that way. They were aware of our interest and asked for a stupid amount of money.

They might as well have spit. You know how we feel about that. We went public with our valuation, our offer, which was significantly higher, and their asking price. That got a lot of attention. Mostly from upset parents and students. Our schools are pretty well known. I'm competitive. I was angry. I win, dammit. So, I bought 400 acres not that far from the university, but on Lake Winnebago. I had to buy some pricey shit to do it.

They pissed me off.

I announced Dionysus University Oshkosh, featuring Pre-K through PhD. Did I mention their campus was 184 acres? We dropped classroom buildings and dorms from the sky.

Literally.

We don't have tuition. Housing, including meals, is free. Even washer and dryers are free, and we provide the detergent. Clothes if you need them. A comfortable stipend for those that need it. Free childcare, although that's really only focused on babies, since by 2 they're almost all in our school. Full-time. Often in high school.

I won't go on, but the next step is theirs. Did I mention that 79% of the students at UW-Oshkosh immediately transferred? The rest would as soon as we could absorb them.

Want to buy a campus at a fire sale price?

Don't piss me off. Just don't. I'm a little fireball. Just ask Amy and Bob.

Some bricks are shit

Yep. Lots of them.

You see email vendors around the world received their personalized version of this message today.

This notice is to inform you that emails maintained on your system have been accessed as part of a joint US government and Dionysus government security review. Emails under your management received classified information during the period covered under the audit.

This email is informational only. All required information has already been accessed, decrypted, and archived. This process is being done under Dionysus law.

We expected some things to happen. The first is it will be leaked. That's when the brick shitting starts.

Much will be made of the comment that all the emails have already been accessed.

Because they have.

It is just not that hard. For us. Oh, the Dionysus rules? We don't have any. I can do whatever the fuck I want.

Rylee here.

Sure, they were all encrypted.

So?

We have not found existing encryption that we cannot break real-time. No brute force for us.

We are all about finesse.

Not much of an issue for us and by us I mean Bob and me. I'm sure you've read about Google and IBM's announcements about Quantum supremacy. Good for them. They're still a dozen generations behind.

Putting the trail together was fascinating. Bob and I were in the command center on Aether. The reason was quantity. We needed to see the interconnection graphically and that requires a huge screen. Our command center has a 70 foot projection system made up of 16 interconnected 8K projectors. It turned them into one 128K image.

We needed it all. Watching it pull threads was fascinating. Basically, you started with a person. Then we scanned their emails and quickly came up with classified content. That's harder than you think because any attempt to circumvent security always starts with removing the classified tags.

Which we appreciated because we looked for exactly that. Remember, we have access to the originals. Once we found an email that was classified, we scanned everything. Every global email system, even those on private servers. It was stunning how often we found a match from someone that had done something nefarious.

I am always looking for opportunities to use the word nefarious.

What we uncovered was nothing short of stunning. It took a lot of digging and the scanning of trillions of emails. Since we have every email from the beginning of 2015 to now in our database, our deep learning approach was improving. It was teaching itself. The display continued to add new names. As the interconnections grew, so did our agitation. People or organizations grew in size as their quantity of interconnections grew. Sometimes the board would entirely rearrange. As the connections grew, things got smaller. Sometimes there would be an alert that the system was doing something large and new.

For example, a message just flashed that the access start date was shifting to 1998. That's a lot of emails.

A lot of the boxes and circles grew. Some were unsurprising. Several groups in Russia grew in prominence. So did the NRA. No surprise there. They'd veered off their charter years ago.

What surprised us was the corruption was bipartisan. Oh, it was skewed but not by much as you would expect.

Today we were sending a similar email.

To financial institutions. Pretty much all of them. Did you know there was a community bank in West Virginia that flowed almost a trillion through their coffers?

We were running out of colors to code things.

The financial overlay was enlightening.

Let me come back though. One side effect was that we were deep into the email trails of some pretty powerful people and some equally powerful institutions. You thought your money was safe in a numbered account?

Yeah, no. That gave me an idea and I turned to Bob.

"Remember how people keep getting their cars impounded because of something they were believed to have done. Mostly poor people or people of color," I said.

"Sure," said Bob. "They're still doing it but not as flagrantly." Then the light bulb went on.

"You want to drain their accounts. All of them. Anybody where you have rock solid proof of wrongdoing," said Bob. "Oh man. That would be glorious. Where would you put the money? Who would get it?"

"Fridays For Future," I said. Bob laughed.

"Damn that would be appropriate," he said. I sat down at the keyboard and added a little code. We were already tracking the accounts of those with rock solid proof. All I had to do was add a few lines and presto. I hit the final key and a box opened up on the bottom left of the screen. It was a number just over a trillion, with a dollar sign, and its numbers were changing at a blistering pace. Suddenly the number jumped by over a hundred billion in one change. Bob and I looked at each other. I sat down again and pulled up the audit log.

Jeff Bezos

Oh boy. I never did like that guy. I loved that his ex-wife was cleared but his girlfriend wasn't. Out of curiosity, I double-clicked on her name. It cleared the giant screen and she was in the middle. She quickly connected to Jeff, but then her network grew.

And grew. I'll be damned. She's Russian. Then other people started to pop-up.

We'd uncovered an entire network of sleeper cells, still in place.

Of course we did. Suddenly the counter at the bottom jumped by a trillion dollars in one change. A 1 to a 2.

I went back to the log.

The Catholic church. Right from the Vatican.

We clicked on that thread. Other denominations started popping up and growing.

Wait, what? The interconnections were the strongest between the Catholic church and the most extreme Islamic groups, with a smattering of outlandish Jewish groups too. Those connections grew and grew and became a fat solid line. A popup appeared on the right of the screen. The title was Major Finds

The list started filling up. I think it was developing a sense of humor. Look at the initial list.

• Location of Jimmy Hoffa's grave
• The French killed Abraham Lincoln
• The CIA funded 9/11
• Mitch McConnell sex pics
• Paul Ryan sex pics
• Lindsey Graham sex pics

The CIA funded 9/11.

Mitch McConnell sex pic. Someone else is opening that one. No fucking way. Then it changed to Mitch McConnell sex pics with a horse. Sure as hell not opening that one.

Oh, it got worse. Mitch McConnell sex pics with a horse topping him. Eww.

"What if we included libraries?" I asked. Bob looked at me.

"Maybe we start with peer reviewed research?" said Bob. Perfect. We both sat down at computers. When we came up with new ideas, it was a contest. We both completed what we needed and then compared our solutions. Whichever solution was better was chosen and the author of that code could choose how they wanted to get off with the author of the code that wasn't chosen.

We finished pretty quickly. It's not really that hard. We didn't even have to hack anything. We just paid for a digital subscription to a few million publications. We can be honest while we're hacking, right? Usually our approaches were wildly different. Bob went for the brute force assembly of libraries and code he has already developed, glued together with new snippets of code. I do a little of that, because no good programmer reinvents elegant code, but I try to find a nuance that Bob might not have found. Often we implement both methods because the can find different results. I don't mean conflicting, just more.

This probably shouldn't have been one of our contests since it was simple. We ended up with very similar code.

"What do we do in a tie?" asked Bob.

"I think we need others to service our needs," I said, which got me a Big Bob Smile. Everyone talks about Ruby's smile or Amy's smile.

They are neglecting Bob's smile. A superior smile. I love this guy. I remember the day of the party. We walked out topless. God it was powerful. I know, totally wrong in every way, but in that world, at that time, it was power for me.

Oh, I noticed Bob that day. Hell, I really noticed my dad that day. He was big and hard and throbbing, and I could see all that through his swimsuit.

Of course, it wasn't much later that I saw it out of the swimsuit.

"This is a weird one," said Bob. "We can only invite people that are ready to see that." He waved his arm up to the board. The list had grown and some of it was weird shit.

I don't think the French liked us much. Apparently the Vietnam war was a complete setup to damage the US. Setup by the French.

Data is powerful.

"You know this tech is going to revolutionize research," said Bob. We were standing their watching the board. He had his arm casually around me. I just leaned my head against his shoulder, and we watched the board. He gave me a squeeze. I have a weird relationship with Bob. Oh, I mean that in a good way. When we're doing a project like this, we're peers in every way. There is no real competition between us. We are both damn good at this. Best in the world. We know it. Our skills overlap, but we know where they don't and leverage that. I'm stronger in natural language processing. Bob's way better at the entire graphical experience. The big board we're watching is all Bob.

Now we both do data and encryption. We jointly developed a new encryption algorithm unlike any other. We use it extensively.

No one else does. Why wouldn't we share it?

Because we can't break it either. Everything else we can.

So that's Bob, my peer. Then they're Bob my favorite uncle. You know, the cool uncle that's the oops baby and ten years younger and still cool and a little crazy.

You're picturing Bob, right? He leads me astray and I'm all googly-eyed and giggly. He's not trying to tempt me, but he does. The difference between the average teenage girl's fantasies and mine are that mine lead directly to fucking our brains out.

Which I plan to do shortly.

The other Bob, if there can be one, is father figure Bob. Now don't take that as anything about my relationship with my dad. It's outstanding on every level. I'm his daughter on which he dotes. I'm an adult and he treats me that way too. He's also amazing in bed.

Well he is.

And my dad is my go-to for my problems and for a shoulder to cry on. Most of the time. Sometimes my challenges need somebody that understands the insanity better. Mom and Dad never even moved and still live in the house I bought in Clearwater that's between Gail and Will and the first big house.

Bob lives in Dionysus world. It's different. Oh, it's amazing. Hell, I dropped in at the school yesterday and spent the entire afternoon in a wrestling room. That was fun like you've never seen.

Then there was that time in a helicopter.

Back on track Rylee.

I can talk about shit with Bob. Admittedly, it is often when I am on top bouncing away. I do like our country.

Bob broke me out of my reverie.

"What if we added DNA?" asked Bob. "We could grab the government data plus anything in the commercial space. I wonder if there would be any overlay. As a side benefit, we could publish a list of white supremacists with a significant percentage of non-white."

OK, that made me laugh.

We did that first. Hey, it wasn't against our laws. It's kind of cool not having many laws. Smoking and PowerPoint. That's mostly it. Everything else we kind of figured you should know. Hurt someone. Kill someone.

You're not supposed to do that. No one has, so we'll see what happens if they do. We do have a secure prison in space.

The backlash from the White Supremacist list was swift. Now perhaps we should have dumped it out there anonymously.

But that's just not us. We signed it. A stylized BE. Bob and Rylee. First and last letter.

It didn't take people long to figure that out. We knew some would come after us, eventually, but we're getting more powerful every day. I know what I can do. I can't even imagine what Ruby can do. I'm not sure she even knows. I'll let Bob take over for a bit.

This is some scary shit

I'm not sure Rylee quite gets it. Entire governments will come after us. We're going to wear our small shield units and so are the rest of the family. They might not like it, and maybe they don't need it, but we're not fucking around. Of all the institutions, do you know the one I fear the most?

The Catholic Church. Look at the number of killings done by any religion. The Church is big, powerful, and complicit. Oh, we didn't put their money into the charity yet. We just froze the accounts. The banks won't quite understand, because we did it on their systems and they will not be able to undo it. We were sending information to the media as fast as we could. Rachel Maddow. Anderson Cooper. Shep Smith. Sean Hannity.

OK, kidding on that last one. He's in jail.

We put the President, his personal lawyer, and his personal media shill into one cell. It is amazing. They still fire themselves up and scream they were railroaded.

Sure. Somedays I just want to send the whole damn prison into the sun.

Oops. Sorry. Our space prison drifted into the sun. Awww.

Yeah, I wouldn't do that. Yet.

I did put Jason on alert. We consider this opposition research, right? Oh, the SEC and others might squeal, but what the fuck would they do?

We didn't take all the assets of corrupt organizations. Just the cash. They kept a lot in cash. Then we were going to buy their hard assets. The first few would end up at auction, and we would win them, then they would negotiate directly with us. Our most interesting target was the churches. It could radically shake up the revenue model based on US taxes. If we owned them, we would pay taxes.

What blew me away was the major companies that were compromised. Clear coordination between Facebook, for example, with both Russia and North Korea.

The one that surprised us was IBM. The network of agents inside the company was enormous. It was essentially a funnel sending the country's deepest technology secrets to bad actors.

Samsung too.

This is going to be complicated. I'll leave it here, and then come back to it with some more detail. It is going to take time. A lot of time. I guess Rylee and I have a job for a while.

Lunch with our new friends

Camron here. Akira and I are on our way to pick up Lilly and Lewis. We're picking them up at school which, in our world, is just fine. Kids can come and go all they want and miss classes too. It's all at your own pace. Not feeling school for a week? No problem.

I don't think lunch will take a week, but you never know.

Right?

We landed on the quad in the spot marked for us. We're students here too. The campus has to get bigger, but I'm sure Morgon has ideas on that. Lilly and Lewis were waiting when we came down the stairs. They were just staring.

We forget that space planes are uncommon. Now flying cars were everywhere. How weird is that?

We hugged and Lilly gave me a surprisingly passionate kiss. I did not complain.

"Hey," said Lewis. "How come I didn't get a kiss like that?" I just opened my arms and he came right in. I think a little crowd gathered.

It was quite a kiss. Then again, the space plane usually draws a crowd. Standing with them were two more kids. They just have to be siblings.

"I hope you don't mind that we brought our little brother and sister. Trust us, they're a hell of a lot of fun," said Lewis.

"We are!" they both said. The little girl got "jinx" out first.

I'm pretty sure the crowd enjoyed their kiss more, particularly given the little boy rubbed the little girl to orgasm during the kiss.

They did seem fun.

"I'm Joey," said the boy. "This is my twin sister, Janie. We're little, but you will be pleased to know that we are both 7. We are quite experienced and consider ourselves pleasure givers."

Lunch just got even better.

"We realize you likely have a lunch destination planned," said Janie. "However, the four of us have a flexible afternoon. We realize your time is likely more regimented than ours, but on the chance it might be possible, could I be so bold as to suggest lunch on the space station? Maybe even come back in the morning?"

Yes, bold is good. Very good.

Akira already had her phone out. She looked up.

"That works, but all I could get was a room with two Queen beds. We'll have to be three to a bed," said Akira.

"We'll only need one," said Janie, smiling.

Well now.

We took off and got out of the atmosphere pretty quickly. At that point we could head back into the cabin. We did want to do a lap. We turned the walls clear, which is amazing. It is the tech from the starship. But we had over an hour. Oh wow, what could we do? Given that when we walked into the cabin, they were all naked, I had a bit of an idea. We've already described Lilly and Lewis, but Joey and Janie were scrumptious.

As in I was going to eat them all up. Janie had no development at all, but just rocked a confidence that is so appealing. Joey, at 7, has the beginnings of abs. At 7. He also has a nice thin 4-inch (10 cm) cock.

We would all enjoy that cock.

"Gravity off," said Akira. It's gradual, but we were quickly floating and laughing. Janie swam over to me and wrapped herself around me and started kissing me. With lots of tongue. Even though she is little, she managed to squeeze my cock between her legs.

And was humping my cock. I realized the way she had me trapped, the head of my cock was probably rubbing her clit.

Oh. Explosive orgasm. I think that proved my theory. Thankfully for her, not me. That would have been messy.

Somehow she managed to shift her position a little and slide right down onto my cock. Every movement caused us to fly around the room.

And there was a lot of movement. I realized that Lewis and Akira were doing the same thing, as were Lilly and Joey.

We have got to show this to the family. Maybe they do it all the time, but I've never seen it.

Are you kidding? Bob and Amy probably have a dozen variations.

We didn't use up the boys, as we too often do. We all spent time in the cockpit, with a couple just sitting on the floor. That was cool until we docked. We make people strap in for docking, for no particular reason. If we messed up and opened a hole into space, buckled in or not wasn't going to matter.

Sorry, that was morbid.

We finally got to the station. Oh, look at me, complaining that the lap around the world was time-consuming. How silly of me. There were several planes parked in the lot for the royal quarters. The planes moved themselves away and parked once we were on the station. Just a floatin' there.

Oh gosh, did I forget to mention to them that our room was in the royal quarters.

Shame on me. Somebody should punish me.

I kind of like it.

We went in and it was old home week. Amy and Bob were already here, with Morgan and Sophia. We met someone named Tim, who I wanted to meet more intimately, and a couple named Nathan and Sara and another guy named Jim. Rylee and Pari were here too.

I had to love Janie. Marched right in, introduced herself, and suggested something absolutely profane to all of them. She isn't 9 yet, so she couldn't play with that many and commented on it.

"Joey and I can't play with very many of you," said Janie. "We need more cock." With that, they ran out of the room and came back with six cocks. Five boys, and one MtF woman. All looked to be in the 10 to 17 range.

Yay. I am embarrassed to admit I didn't listen that closely, so I don't know their names. That happens at a resort. Pretty often. It's not all that important.

We are, however, really good at introducing ourselves after. I need to go meet some people. Lilly was with me and Joey. Lewis was with Akira and Janie. Not sure why, but it was good with me. Joey's little cock was out there. He was enjoying everything. He was also casually stroking my cock and fingering Lilly. It's a good thing he was in the middle.

Oh! He switched to two fingers in my ass. Sweet.

One of the new girls seemed to think that was a suggestion and walked right over with a boy that looked remarkably like her. Wow. I admit I have never met identical twins where one was MtF.

The word stunning does not do them justice. Milly and Manny. They shared that they are 11. Milly had started hormones and has the most spectacular nipple bumps. They have matching 5-inch (13 cm) cocks and are uncut, which we all love. OK, we love cock in general, but you get the idea.

"We thought you might enjoy our experience," said Milly. "We're quite the unique pair." Lilly and I were stunned mute.

Not Joey.

"I'm Joey and I'm 7, so good for anything," said Joey. "My mute friends here are Lilly and Camron. Your beauty has dazzled them. Perhaps they could watch for the moment while I'm in the middle of your train." At this point, I could still barely follow the introductions and Joey had to pull Lilly and me over to a small bed. He adjusted the height and had Milly lay back. Oh I love this position. Joey slid into Milly's ass and then bent over just far enough for Manny to slide into his ass. Joey in the middle, but he could still lick and suck Milly's bumps and stroke her cock.

Lilly and I moved to the side so we could watch. Lilly was jacking me off and I wasn't going to last long. Janie came over and dropped to her knees and started licking my balls.

You would have cum too.

In my case, I came all over Milly, Joey, and Manny. Janie called cleanup surprisingly fast. She had Milly slide up the bed, then got on her knees.

Ah.

"Ready for the next round Camron?" asked Lilly, pointing first to Janie, then down. To the huge strap-on she was wearing.

I just love being in the middle.

I drifted off

Lewis here. Everything that Camron just shared was hot as hell, but I slipped away from the group for a bit. Usually I am the quiet one and Lilly does the talking. I can, but she likes it and honestly the sexy young woman thing is a big draw. I am glad we brought Janie and Joey with us. Now that they're 11, our relationship has strengthened. We have an informal rule that if any of us start fussing at each other, one of the others can yell "fight fuck".

Then the two that are fighting do just that. It's really hard to continue an argument when you're balls deep in someone. Or they're balls deep in you. I'm pretty sure Joey picks silly fights sometimes. He is young, but we're new to the culture and he still has some societal influence. The fights get him cock without asking.

The funny thing is that is consistent with his just suggesting he be in the middle of the train. He knows we're safe here. The space station is Dionysus.

I love the little guy with all my heart.

Can we have lunch now?

Lilly here. The sex is great, but wasn't this supposed to be a lunch date? Janie is with me on this one. Then again, I'm carrying her on my hip, and she has two fingers buried in me as we walk around, so her input is confusing. I found Camron.

"Don't we get lunch out of this deal?" I asked. He laughed. We rounded everyone up except Lewis. Where the hell is Lewis? I looked all around and finally saw him way across the room. Well I'll be damned. He is on his back with Queen Amy bouncing on his cock. Tegan is sitting on his face, and Amy and Tegan were making out. There is a whole group around them watching and a lot of them are being jacked off. I see Carlina stroking Bob's cock. I see Gabe stroking Luca's and Ruby stroking Gabe's and Tomas'. Amy hopped off and Pari replaced her. I see why. Ages. Luke swung his leg over and sat on Lewis' chest. His back was right against Pari's front. Tegan was barely an inch in from of him. What the hell were they doing.

Damn.

Tegan lifted up and Luke slid his cock in Lewis' mouth. Then Tegan settled down onto Luke's cock. Luke couldn't stroke far, but he was going in and out of Lewis' mouth and sliding over Tegan's clit.

That seemed to galvanize the crowd. The adults turned quickly. Bob came all over Carlina. Every cock that was the right age shot all over Lewis and his three friends. Right age cocks. OK, you understood.

There was a lot of cum. Suddenly a whistle broke the reverie. I looked and Janie and Joey were on top of a table.

"We call cleanup!" they said.

Joey beat her ever so slightly to "jinx", but it didn't matter. The started kissing and playing with each other and we all watched. They didn't take long and both vibrated through an orgasm.

And Joey freaking came on Janie. Not much, but something. I guess Luke wasn't a fluke. Shit. I pushed my way over.

"Janie, are you on birth control?" I asked.

"No," said Janie. "Why would I be?" I pointed at the small amount of cum on her left nipple. She got a quizzical look on her face followed by recognition.

"You think I could get pregnant," said Janie.

I just shrugged.

But for now, they had a job to do and it took a long time. Every time they got close to getting them clean, a few more cocks covered them. Did I mention that Cassie was lying next to the, gloriously naked? All of the cum was kissed to her. All of it.

Pregnancy, you know.

By the time they finished, I was damn near catatonic from hunger.

"Where does a girl get a burger around here?" I asked.

"Oh, they'll cook you a burger, but you might want to check out the buffet first," said Akira. She walked away and we followed her down the hall and into a restaurant. That had beds around the sides. With people fucking. And one threesome doing really odd things with food. Akira saw that and steered us the other way.

"That was freaking weird," said Lewis. "Are there any limits?"

"Sure," said Akira. "You know the ages. No animals. No scat. Limited pain, with consent. Basically, don't hurt someone."

"So, if I went and got a hot dog off the buffet and shoved it up my ass," I said. "Then Camron could eat it out."

"No way," said Camron.

"Just nope," said Akira.

"Why not?" I asked. "It wouldn't hurt us."

"Because you will never find a hot dog on this buffet," said Akira, heading over to the buffet. She walked us through where everything was and showed us where they would make us about anything fresh. Chinese, Thai, lots of Asian variations. Italian and Greek. Custom pizzas. Sushi.

There was a station with a young woman carving a standing rib. Prime Rib. She looked to be about 12. She was also naked.

"What, no seafood?" I said. "No lobster and crab?" Akira led me around to the other side and pointed at an entire section. I counted eight different varieties of crab and four of lobster. All in bowls ready to eat. No cracking a shell here. There was a simply giant bowl full of shrimp bigger than my hand. There was one young man at a station, but I couldn't tell what. It turned out he was to create a custom sauce to your liking. I am having a cocktail sauce, heavy on the horseradish, with a little wasabi and soy sauce added. He didn't ask me what to use. He asked me what I liked and then created this for me. He made a sauce from my description of what I want to taste, and it was simply perfect. I can't even explain how perfect it was. It was a bite of heaven with every taste.

We sat at that buffet for almost three hours. I may not be a smaller person anymore, after that meal. I went back and had seven different sauces made. One had dandelion in it. Two had rose petals. One was heavy on avocado and strawberries, with a little horseradish and chive. I didn't believe him. It sounded disgusting.

It was freaking amazing. He showed me how each recipe had been loaded in my phone. All I had to do was select it and the school cafeteria would have it available for me at all meals.

I proposed to him, but he politely declined. I asked him how many people had proposed to him and he blushed.

He averaged eleven people a day.

I am telling you. They were all serious. I was.

I'll wrap this up

Akira here. We ended up staying four days. Lilly left with 67 sauce recipes. Over thirty of which were not for food, but for sex. Dab a little here, lick it off. Each was customized for one of us. She said that they taste OK on other people, and we know she tried them all, but that the bliss was on the person for whom it was designed. The taste of the person made it work.

She had four sauces that required cum as an ingredient. Specific cum. One required Camron, Lewis, and three drops of Joey.

Which was just about what he was cumming now.

But the one thing that our trip solidified was that we really like all four of them. We do. They're great friends and we'll spend time together and fuck and more.

But Camron and I are not a quad with Lewis and Lilly.

Janie and Joey are.

The first person to point it out to me was Pari. Her sentence included the words "they don't see it yet but everyone else does".

I just stayed silent looking at her. It didn't take her long. I'm sure everyone stared at us when we couldn't stop laughing. We finally did.

Pari leaned over and whispered.

"We know," she said.

That seems like a fine place to stop.

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