24 August 2020

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Getting to know the other parents

This is all very confusing. This is Cathy. Lizzie's mom. You know. Target and all that.

Marcie and Lizzie set me up for a coffee date with Brant. At the coffee shop on campus. I'm guessing they had ideas for us. I arrived on time and Brant was already there. He jumped up from his seat and gave me a big smile.

I damn near came.

He introduced himself and held my chair for me. He's a gentleman and a freaking hunk. I don't know what came over me.

"Sophia said to say hi and how disappointed she was that you never met on campus," I said. He started to make a comment about Sophia when the second half of the sentence caught up with him. He blushed a crimson red.

"Listen," I said. "I really would like to have coffee and get to know you and probably that's it for right now, but our kids think there is something here and I've learned to trust them."

"Me too," he said, smiling.

"Was that while you were fucking them both?" I said, smiling sweetly.

This shade of red was even darker. I admit, I laughed.

"This whole situation is new to me, but the kids seem to handle it well. They've separated sex from love and sex is sex and damn fun," I said. "So how about this. I'll be bold. Let's have coffee and get to know each other. Then let's go to the wrestling room and get to know each other better. Then we can talk about a second date."

"I'm not that thirsty," he said.

"As in you aren't thirsty enough for coffee or thirsty enough to go to the wrestling room. I'm not that good with slang," I said.

"I'm giving up coffee," he said, laughing. I stood up and held out my hand. He had to lead though.

He knows where the wrestling rooms are. We walked in and he led me over to the side where there are hooks for your clothes. He turned to me.

"May I please?" he asked.

"For you I have no boundaries," I said. Lizzie made me practice.

"Nor I for you," he said. It sounded just like the response from church. We both started laughing.

"Church," we both said and his eyes got big.

"Jinx," he said in the sexiest, deepest, most gutteral voice. He swept me into his arms, still clothed, and kissed me. Passionately. He kept kissing me while he undressed me. He unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it off. His hands slid back up to where he expected my bra clasp to be. His pivot was smooth. He just slid his hands around and cupped my breasts.

That was my first orgasm. Once I stopped shaking, I unbuttoned his shirt and then slid my hands and twisted his nipples, pretty hard. His moan was encouraging, but I could sense I was getting him close.

And stopped. We finally broke the kiss and quickly stripped off the rest of our clothes. He took my hand and led me to a spot in the middle of the room. There must have been forty other people and they all gathered around in a circle. The younger kids all sat crisscross.

That wasn't distracting at all. The older kids stood, as did the smattering of adults, and the tallest stood in the back. I guess we were the focus now. Brant gently lowered me to the ground. Then he kissed me from head to toe and came back up and slid in. He did one-arm pushups, pumping in and out, while letting his hand roam. I had my first orgasm in less than ten seconds. He lasted and lasted and finally came in me, just as a shower of cum rained down on us.

"Think of it as applause," he said. He started licking and kissing it off and they kept cumming. I pushed him on his back and climbed on. I was bouncing and he was kissing and licking. Hell, my entire world was vibrating. More cum. This went on and on. Doggy style. Reverse cowgirl. My ass.

Eight times. He came eight times. Just as he was cumming in me, for that eight time, Lizzie and Marcie walked up.

"I didn't know you switched to a dinner date," said Marcie.

"Didn't," I said, through gritted teeth. The last time I'd cum so hard I bit my tongue. I was being careful. Finally, we almost collapsed.

"What time is it?" asked Brant, gasping.

"Almost 8 pm," said Lizzie. It confused them that we both laughed.

"We got in the room before 11," I said. Marcie and Lizzie high-fived, then they each high-fived us.

And started calling each other Sissy.

Maybe. Probably. Likely. Yes.

"Ditto," said Brant, smiling at me.

I think I might be engaged.

My first day at Walmart

My first journal entry. Benito here. Damn I live a good life. I'm in Arkansas with Lizzie, who I adore. I'm not sure in what way yet, but we're in the close friends that fuck stage right now. You can stay there or use that as the foundation for more.

I know where my head is, but we'll let it grow.

I admit I'm nervous today. Lizzie and I are going in together. She is so calm and collected and I am freaking out. She leaned over.

"I'm about to pee my pants. We're both freaked out, but you can't forget, we own this," said Lizzie.

"You own this," I said. She shook her head no.

"50/50," she said. I am sure I looked shocked.

"Then again, it will be 100% when we get married," she said, walking more briskly.

I guess I know how she feels now.

I think I actually skipped the rest of the way.

We walked in and went up to the desk where a simply beautiful security guard was waiting. He's gorgeous.

Yes, he can be beautiful.

"Congratulations on your engagement!" he said, to start the conversation. I think we both stared, and he laughed. He turned the monitor in front of him so we could see it and clicked a few times with the mouse. The video stream backed up and showed us walking, and then me breaking into skipping.

Yeah, pretty obvious.

"Can we get a copy of that?" asked Lizzie, laughing.

"I already emailed it to you both," he said, also laughing.

"You're very efficient, aren't you, Brayan," I said. Nothing magical. His name is on his nametag.

"I try to be," he said, a little more formally.

"What's your educational background?" I asked.

"Bachelor's in Business and an MBA with a retail focus, both from the University of Arkansas," he said, proudly.

"Is there a story about why you're the security guard?" I asked. He looked uncomfortable.

"WWB, huh?" I said. It took him a moment and he frowned.

"Working while Black," he said, in a hard tone. "Yeah, this is Arkansas, but my family is here."

"Is there a supervisor nearby?" I asked. He looked stricken. I smiled at him, which appears to have helped. I heard the little moan.

"It's all good," I said. "Do you trust us?"

"Completely," he said. "You're part of Dionysus. There is no better force for good in the world. Hell, you're bankrolling Greta and Emma."

Oh boy. Change of plans.

"Do you have a family? Kids? A husband, wife, or both?" I asked. Yeah, I went there. He stared a bit and laughed.

"Nope, not yet," he said. "Just me." I had a little chat with Greta and Emma. You know how.

"Are you open to international travel? On the road a bit?" I asked. He laughed.

"That would be a dream," he said. "I've never left Arkansas. Heck, I've never been more than fifty miles from home."

"And our culture doesn't bother you?" I asked. That's an important one. He stood up, but I didn't know why.

Ah. He was answering the question. Damn. That is one big, hard cock.

Damn. It deserved a second one. Just then the front door opened again, and Greta and Emma walked in, just as another man walked up behind the desk.

Supervisor.

This dude clearly knew who we are and definitely knew who Greta and Emma are. Then again, both of them have taken to wearing tight t-shirts without bras. Now you can envision Emma and you're probably moaning a bit, but the revelation is Greta. Little A cups with simply huge puffy nipples. She says they give her an advantage in negotiations because they're so distracting.

Given we're all staring at them right now, including Emma, I see her point. Greta laughed and shook her upper body. That didn't make them bounce all that much, but it did make the fabric rub across her nipples. They just popped out. She looked down and laughed.

And tweaked her own right nipple. Hard.

"Now they're mismatched," said Emma, who then reached over and tweaked Greta's other nipple.

Lots of moaning in the lobby of Walmart's headquarters.

"Brayan, you should leave with Greta and Emma," I said. "You're their new Chief of Staff. They'll explain the compensation and benefits." I admit, I hit benefits pretty hard. Emma and Greta laughed.

"The benefits are non-stop fucking, if there is an interest," said Greta. "The two of us in bed together is pretty fun."

Uh oh. The new guy just came in his pants and Greta realized it.

"Sorry," she said.

"Not sorry," he said, laughing.

Well he seems fun too.

"We've got to run, but we'll come back to talk to you," said Lizzie. "I'm Lizzie and this is Benito." She stuck out her hand and he shook it, so I followed suit.

"We all know who you both are," said Drayan. I commented on the similarity in name. Drayan laughed.

"He's my cousin. I cannot believe that having to pee cost me that opportunity," said Drayan. I admit. I laughed. Lizzie laughed. Finally, Drayan laughed.

"It wasn't a mistake," said Lizzie. Drayan got thoughtful.

"He's supposed to go with them," said Drayan. Lizzie nodded.

"I had never stopped for a Big Gulp before," he said. "I don't even really like Big Gulps, but knew I needed it today."

Lizzie just smiled at him but was more careful this time. He reached into the drawer and pulled out employee badges with our pictures on them. Recent pictures. Taken just last weekend. I looked at him and he laughed.

"I got an email from someone named Jessica. She's very firm in her requests," said Drayan.

"Well," said Lizzie. "She is 4."

"No, this had to be a different Jessica," he said. "She was much more mature. She knew all about the acquisition. Sharp as hell."

Just then, another guard walked up.

"You're early," said Drayan. The new guard just shrugged. Lizzie and I both got texts.

Drayan is your new Chief of Staff. There is a suit for him in the empty locker in the guard's breakroom. Jessica.

"Definitely the right Jessica," said Lizzie, laughing.

"Do you mean Princess Jessica? I talked to a Princess?" said Drayan.

"She's just Jessica," said Lizzie. "She hates being called Princess. Hell, they all do. Except Bob, and only then when you're having an orgasm while bouncing on his cock."

"Well sure," said Drayan. "Ya gotta be formal during an orgasm."

It turns out Drayan isn't easy to shock. Awesome.

"Is there more than one empty locker in the guard's breakroom?" I asked. They both shook their heads no.

"Drayan, you'll find clothes in that locker," said Lizzie. "Please change. You'll be joining us for the meeting."

Drayan just stared at us until the new guard turned him and pushed him.

"What was Drayan's title?" asked Lizzie.

"Was?" said the new guard. Amairani. Name tags are handy.

Lizzie just smiled.

"He isn't, or wasn't, a guard. He is the Chief of Security for the complex," said Amairani.

"Not anymore," said Lizzie. "He got promoted. Congratulations on your new role."

"Thank you," she said. Just that simply.

"You expected this," I said.

"Not exactly," said Amairani. "But I found that suit in that locker almost three months ago. It's Timmy, and custom-made, and could clearly only fit Drayan. I kept it quiet, even from him. It kind of leads me to believing I was the one that found it for a reason."

We didn't own Walmart three months ago.

Just then Drayan walked out.

"Damn," said Amairani. She got that right. He walked up.

"Am I correct that this is Dionysus property?" asked Drayan.

Lizzie nodded.

"Is it also a consulate?" asked Drayan. Lizzie nodded again. "And Dionysus' rules for appropriate business behavior apply?"

We both nodded. To make my point, I leaned over and kissed Lizzie. Passionately. Then I tweaked her nipple. It left her uneven, so I tweaked the other one.

"Thanks," said Lizzie. "I wouldn't want to be unbalanced."

Drayan turned to Amairani. Who is freaking stunning too. Tall, at about 5'9", Hispanic, C cups, athletic. The whole package.

"May I please kiss you?" said Drayan, to Amairani.

"For you I have no boundaries," she said. I thought he was about to break out into the Carlton dance. Just google it. OK, he actually did break out into the Carlton dance, briefly, and it made Amairani laugh.

Awesome. No, he was ridiculous, but Amairani loved it.

He leaned in for a kiss, which was a little tentative. Amairani took over, pushing out her tongue until he opened his mouth. She took his hand and put it on her right breast.

Just as they broke the kiss, he tweaked her nipple, which popped way out there. She laughed and pointed at her nipple and then her other nipple.

Drayan faithfully tweaked that one too.

"We've got to go," said Lizzie. "You two have a suite at the 21C, in my name, prepaid, for the next week." She turned to me.

"I forgot to cancel it," she said.

"You weren't supposed to cancel it," I said, and she laughed.

"You people are all weird, aren't you?" asked Amairani.

"Very much so," said Lizzie. "Listen, enjoy the suite. When, and if, you're ready, why don't you come out for dinner and a night of foursome passion."

They both smiled.

We both smiled.

"Tomorrow," said Amairani. "Don't you think, Drayan?"

He just nodded. A smart man to recognize Amairani as the lead in their relationship.

They didn't even question that we were underage.

"If it was OK for me, it was OK for you," said Amairani. "I'm only 15 and I just got engaged to Drayan."

God the expressions on Drayan's face. Amairani was watching.

Shock, interest, acceptance, happiness.

He was just nodding.

Smart man.

Just then yet another guard walked up.

"I came as fast as I could," he said, a little out of breath.

OK, we all laughed, including Drayan and Amairani. He was confused.

"Why are you here?" asked Drayan.

"I have no idea," he said. "I got a call from a woman that said I had to get here fast."

"Jessica," said Lizzie and me.

Then the other three looked at us. We laughed and went in for the kiss.

"You know what happens when you do that without saying jinx," said Drayan. Huh?

"None of this is secret anymore," said Drayan, with a grin.

Which is why Lizzie and I kissed each of the three of them. Passionately. In the Walmart lobby.

"Go!" said Lizzie, to Drayan and Amairani. "Wear the suit. There is a reason you have it. It isn't work. This will be a business casual building by the time you come back."

The new guy, Boyce, told us how to get to the office we needed. The assistant led us into the conference room, right on time. Which makes sense to us. It took us the amount of time it should have taken us and that makes sense.

The scribe

This is Lizzie. I'll take over as the scribe. The entire leadership team was in the room and they each had a thin file folder. We did the introductions. I let Benito run the meeting. I know he is nervous, but it doesn't show. He's in complete command.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both," said Doug, the current CEO. He's pretty young and damn good looking. No, not looking to bed him, just an observation. He waved his arm and collected all of the manila folders and passed the across the table.

"We are all passionate about our company. We are intrigued and excited at the good we can bring to society under your leadership," said Doug. "We all want to stay on in any role you suggest. However, we understand that you need to make those decisions. To make it simple, we have each provided an undated letter of resignation. Should you choose to have one of us move on, we'll sign it and shake your hands and move on. We hope that never happens."

"You know you would forfeit any severance," said Benito. They all nodded. Benito got up and walked over to a shredder in the corner. He carefully took out each letter and shredded it and came back with the folders. He smiled at them.

"You hadn't written on the folders," said Benito. "So you can reuse them." He pushed the pile back to Doug.

"Listen," said Benito. "I have absolutely no clue what I am doing, and I report to Lizzie who also has absolutely no clue what she's doing. We're here for a reason, even if we're not exactly sure what that is. We know we're here to help. We know what we don't know, which is basically everything. Consider us coaches, or even teammates. We're here to coach you through the transition of working in a quarterly profit driven world, at all costs, to being a good global citizen whose primary goal is to better their team members' lives and leave the world in a better place. By now, an all employee email has gone out. In it, we shared that all employees, no matter how many hours a week they work, have full medical coverage, with no premiums, co-pays, or deductibles. We set the company-wide minimum wage at $25 an hour, although most jobs pay considerably more. We've added a 100% tuition reimbursement program. We've added full day care coverage and will be putting day care and after care programs in every store. We've eliminated sick leave of any kind. If you are sick or your child is sick, stay home at full pay. We, and the community, don't want you to work. That's just an example of what was included.

"This afternoon, we will publicly announce those new policies. We will also announce that Walmart's profit target will be set to the same goal as other Dionysus business. Zero percent. Profits will be reinvested in the company, the employees, and the community. I can't forget my favorite. We will be adding on to every store to build a community center."

"I have never heard a room full of executives moan in unison before," said Benito.

"I have," I said, laughing. "I was at this meeting for a few other companies. The community centers always ends in a moan. So do the schools."

"That reminds me," said Benito. "We could use an introduction to the superintendent of schools here. Our Minister of Education would like to meet with them."

"Pari," whispered one man, with unabashed admiration. Then he realized it.

"I was speaking of her revolutionizing education," he said. Every single person in the room laughed, eventually including him.

We took that as a good sign. We spent the rest of the afternoon going through any suggested changes. This leadership team had been working hard since the announcement of our acquisition focusing on the new Walmart.

Benito's good now and he knows it.

Denne's dick

My brother can be a dick. With his dick. OK, it's hilarious but still, sometimes he acts 9. Because he is 9.

Let me backup. This is Pari. My brother is Denne. Right now, I am doing a video podcast to the students in our school system. I am going to do them weekly. I am sitting in my office, which is in Bob and Amy's house, which can't surprise you. It's a nice set, with a desk, and all the trimmings and I am in a conservative DUA polo. I thought I'd wear a different polo from a different school every week. Just a short, uplifting, what's going on in the school system video. Watch it if you want.

Then Denne's dick appeared. He walked up, wearing just gym shorts, and pulled them down and held his dick close to my face. Being me, I just gave it a few strokes and he laughed and backed out of the frame. I kept going, not even missing a word.

Then he came back into the frame, completely naked, and with his cock hard. He walked up and stood behind me and laid his dick on my shoulder.

I just kept talking and he was stifling a laugh.

Then he reached down, grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it completely off, pulling my arms up in the air in the process.

Now I was speaking topless, with his dick back on my shoulder. Finally, I finished up, and turned and sucked his dick into my mouth. He didn't last. To my surprise, and I think his, there was a lot of cum. On my face. On my puffies. Dripping down on my pussy. I kept the camera on, and he cleaned me up, first licking my face and kissing it all to me, then licking my puffies.

I didn't last either. I finally turned off the video after I recovered from a massive orgasm.

That's when he started laughing.

"Sorry sis," he said. "You'll have to redo that one."

"Nope," I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mess up the whole program," he said.

"That's not why I don't have to redo it," I said.

"Huh?" he said, being quite insightful.

"It was live," I said.

The look on his face was priceless. Simply priceless.

It really was live.

I'd done these videos off and on for a while, but the analytics showed it was my most watched video ever, and some people played it over and over. One young guy in Dallas played it 143 times.

How interesting.

So, the next week, we included Denne's cock as an integral part of the video. This time when it started, I was naked, although all they could see was my tits. Denne was already standing beside me, naked. As I did the intro, I started stroking his cock. Once he was hard, I kept talking and tickled his balls. I guess I got carried away because he came all over me. My face. My tits. Everywhere.

I didn't even pause. He stayed right there. I kept stroking and he quickly got hard again. I went a little off script and stood up, giving everyone a great view of my pussy. I'm still pretty undeveloped down there, except for my clit.

My clit is huge. It pokes right out, particularly when I am really horny, and right now it is also covered in Denne's cum. The camera was in follow mode, so I moved a little to my left and then laid down on the desk, in profile, with my legs off the side.

Denne got the hint and moved down and wiped up a bunch of cum and spread it on his cock and then slid in.

I finished the rest of the video with him gently fucking me. Just as I wrapped up, I had a simply massive orgasm. Denne pulled out and he did too, covering me again from face to pussy.

Then he did a masterful job of cleanup, while I narrated his best tricks.

We might as well make it educational.

The number of views blew through the roof.

Particularly the kid in Dallas. I looked him up and he is freaking adorable. He turned 7 just three weeks ago. He's a good looking kid. Thin with an amazing smile. Not one shot naked, which is rare. Shirtless, but not naked.

More power to him. I have to admit, I am curious why his name is Tiger.

I went back into the archives and figured out that Tiger had been watching every episode live, then rewatched it. A lot. Given the information wasn't that interesting, I inferred that his interest was me. Even in the boring polo without Denne's cock.

Although there was a spike in views from Tiger once my tits and Denne's cock were involved. Now I wonder which interests him more.

Right now, we're walking into Tiger's dorm, about 30 minutes before I'm supposed to go live. We knocked on the door and we heard Tiger yell.

"Stop bothering me," he said. Oh boy. Whatever the story, I wanted to help, so I knocked again.

And he opened the door naked. Now I admit I had kind of assumed that he wasn't showing his penis because it was small.

That is the opposite of the reason.

This 7-year-old kid has a 6-inch (15 cm) cock.

Soft. He quickly recognized who we were and simply looked shocked. When his cock started getting hard, I don't think he realized it.

Then he did and freaked a bit.

"May we please come in?" I asked. He was dumbstruck, so he just turned to the side. He didn't quite think that one through, because while his body wasn't blocking the door, another part of his anatomy damn near reached the other doorframe. His gorgeous 10-inch (25.5 cm) thin cock. The perfect ass cock.

No, I mean perfect.

"You have a beautiful cock," said Denne. "I admit to being jealous."

That confused Tiger a bit, and we were 28 minutes from show time, so I pushed past him. I kind of pretended his cock wasn't there and pushed through it like a turnstile. That might have worked if it hadn't snapped back and hit Denne in the upper thigh with a loud thwack. I tried to defuse the situation. I'm not sure it worked.

"You really do have a beautiful cock, but it is just part of the total package," I said. "You're gorgeous."

"But everyone just wants me for my cock," he said, dispiritedly. "I liked it at first, but it was just slam bam thank you Tiger and off they'd run. I want more than that."

Oh boy.

"Come on," I said. "We're 23 minutes from showtime. We need to setup and we can talk."

"Showtime?" he croaked.

"Yes," I said. "This was supposed to be lighthearted and fun. Visiting a fan. It still can be. We'll keep all our clothes on and introduce our friend Tiger." Tiger looked really conflicted.

"But that ruins the theme of the entire program. Some useful information, a little bit of nudity, then a master's level class in sex," said Tiger.

"We can still do that, and you can be off camera and our audience. No one even has to know you're here," I said.

"Or," said Denne, making that one word about five syllables.

We all looked at him.

"Or, you can join in as our guest. We'll both be behind Pari, with our cocks on her shoulder. We'll introduce you as our friend, which should improve your cred as a good person," said Denne.

"So, what do we teach at the end?" he said, with some disdain. "DP with me in the back?" I know he was being sarcastic, but damn.

Denne and I said yes together, but to our surprise Tiger said it too, and got jinx out first. For the first time, he was smiling.

"You are kind of predictable," said Tiger, with an even bigger smile.

He has a point.

"You'd let me fuck you in the ass," said Tiger.

Yeah, predictable. He got jinx out again first.

Which meant we spent the next 15 minutes kissing. All three of us.

Tiger is a good kisser.

"Listen," said Denne. "Let me get setup and Pari, you take the edge off and blow him."

Tiger's look was the classic deer in the headlights.

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

"Would you like me to blow you?" I asked. He shook his head yes, so I pushed him back on the bed and sucked his cock all the way down. It left me open and I guess Denne is already setup, because he slid right in doggy style. Tiger looked up at him, surprised.

I don't know why he was surprised. Denne laughed.

"I haven't cum yet today either," he said, still laughing. Then he pulled out but mistimed it. I got some on my face, but most went on Tiger's chest, which he didn't seem to mind. I could tell he was close and pulled off and sat back on my knees.

And Tiger just drenched Denne and me and didn't even get soft.

"Let me get some towels," he said, jumping up.

"Stop," I said, in my voice that means he stopped. Fast.

"Leave it, we're up," I said, pointing at the camera. Tiger's face went through all the emotions, and then he smiled. I moved over to the desk chair, and the two boys got behind me.

A cock on each shoulder. Tiger's is long enough that I could snake my tongue out and lick it occasionally.

Which I did. The talk itself was about fitting in and feeling included. I talked about how some kids are not yet as comfortable with the attention, even if they like the sex, and want to have more of a relationship than just fucking. Yes, I used the word fucking. Repeatedly. I didn't mention Tiger, he was just there.

We wrapped up and I walked over to Tiger's bed. Denne laid down and I narrated what was happening.

"In this position, I sit on Denne cowgirl style, facing him," I said, as I sat down. "Now I bend over, giving Tiger access. Why don't you narrate Tiger?"

He gets mad props that he took it right from there. He held up a bottle of lube.

"Preparation is important," said Tiger. He squirted a lot on my anus and more on his hand.

"You want to ensure both parts of the puzzle are well lubricated, so I spread quite a bit on my cock, being careful to not go too far," said Tiger. "Then gently start with one finger in the ass."

Which he demonstrated. Enthusiastically. He narrated going through a second and then a third finger.

"I'm ready dude," I said, to laughter from Denne and Tiger.

"You have us enough pressure to pop in, but not too much and be careful," said Tiger. "You want to pop in and stop, particularly if you have a longer cock."

And he did just that. God, it feels good.

"You can carefully slide farther in, using both verbal cues and physical ones to figure out how deep to go," said Tiger. "For example, Pari can tell me when to stop."

I waited until he was balls deep and there was no more to give.

"Stop," I said, which broke all three of us up. Tiger gave a master class. He narrated everything. Giving my nipples attention. Giving Denne's nipples attention. Some pretty passionate kissing between Tiger and Denne and then Denne and me.

Then Tiger nibbled my neck and I just exploded, catching them both off guard. They unloaded in me.

"An excellent outcome," said Tiger. "Let's demonstrate cleanup after DP." He got a warm washcloth and narrated Denne cleaning him off, then licking him a little. Then they cleaned me out. Everywhere.

"Be sure to clean up the cum from everywhere," said Tiger, doing just that. "It's quite natural but no one will object if you choose to not clean out the cum from her ass. It's an understandable reaction. I kind of enjoy it."

Then he rimmed me through a half dozen orgasms. Then he demonstrated how the whole thing works just fine with Denne in the middle.

And me underneath. With a surprisingly large double-ended dildo.

We taught cleanup again. The episode finally wound down. It was supposed to be 10 minutes.

It was almost 90. Live viewership climbed throughout.

A new personal record.

Just as we finished up and were chatting, there was a tentative knock at the door. Tiger walked over and opened it and gasped. Now the girl standing there is adorable, and fully clothed, but to Tiger she is gasp worthy.

She understood the significance.

"I just want to apologize," she said, to Tiger. "We've all taken advantage of you. I feel really bad about it and didn't even realize what we were doing until I watched this video. Powerful skills there, dude." She ended with a little laugh. Tiger was a little overwhelmed, so I decided to give him a moment, but Denne beat me to it, which meant Denne and I were standing there next to Tiger. Naked. Which Tiger is too.

Tiger is rock hard. I mean throbbing. From this girl that is fully clothed. She'd noticed but was polite enough to ignore it.

"I'm Denne," he said, sticking out his hand. She shook it and laughed.

"I'm Debbie Jo," she said, laughing again. "You two are pretty well known. It is the highest rated video podcast in the system."

"And now Tiger is famous," she said, with a trace of sadness. Ah. Competition. She kind of gathered herself.

"Tiger, would you like to have dinner and see a movie?" she asked. Tiger looked both thrilled and terrified. Debbie Jo turned to us.

"Would you like to make it a double date?" asked Debbie Jo. We were about to pass, since we didn't want to intrude, but Tiger was nodding at us. Got it.

"We'd love to," I said. "But just for dinner. You two can enjoy the movie. We're dealing with time zones."

Then Debbie Jo gathered herself.

"We have a little time before dinner," said Debbie Jo. "Would the two of you be my coaches?"

Coaches? Oh. Oh my.

Tiger looked confused. And then he wasn't.

"You want me to be your first?" he said, with a little croak. "Me?"

Damn. She'd never.

"I'm confused," said Denne. "But happy to help. You said that you had all taken advantage of Tiger."

"Well, not me personally," she said, blushing. "I didn't have the nerve to talk to him. I can't even explain how I did this."

"OK," I said. "The key to a budding relationship is communication. You were both too bashful to make the first move. Now you have. It will either work, or it won't, but it won't if you don't talk."

"Will you marry me?" said Tiger, to Debbie Jo.

"Well, that escalated quickly," I said, smiling.

"Yes," said Debbie Jo.

Wow. Holy mother wow.

Sometimes you know. I did. No, I really did. With Bob first, because I really got to know Bob first. IPAs, you know. But just as quickly once I got to know Amy. It just took us a long time to all get past my age.

No, it took them a long time to get past my age and I had to let them work it all out. After all, eventually I reached the age where it didn't bother them anymore. You know. 11.

God, I love them. Now we have to do something about it. We will.

Debbie Jo came in and pushed Tiger back on the bed. Denne and I just stood off to the side watching. They'd ask us for help, or we'd see they needed it, but for now, we're just watching. That's what we were doing when Debbie Jo put on her striptease. A fucking unbelievable striptease. She put everything she had into it and pulled off innocent and sexy.

Because she is innocent and sexy. Very petite. Nothing, of course, given she is 7.

"I'm 8," said Debbie Jo.

"And shouldn't be reading us without permission," I said. I thought she'd be embarrassed, but she owned it. She laughed.

"Point taken," said Debbie Jo.

"You can read me," said Tiger.

"I know," said Debbie Jo. "We're soulmates."

With that she climbed up his legs. She's been through the classes. I thought she'd grab the bottle of lube, but no, she lifted up and just dropped down on his cock. I was shocked she could take it. She did let out a little yelp and sat down on him.

"That freaking stings," she said. "Given me a minute." She laid down on his chest for a minute and it is freaking adorable. Finally, she started moving, but still laying on his chest. She slid up and down. They started kissing and his hands roamed. She sat up a little to give him access and Tiger did everything that Denne would have done.

Trust me, I know.

You may not recall, but young Tiger cums voluminously. Debbie Jo just powered through an orgasm and Tiger filled her up to the point of it leaking out. What a wonderful problem to have. She finally rolled off and Tiger went to work.

It seemed like a good time for us to leave. We realized that our clothes had slid under the bed, so we did the obvious thing.

We headed towards the door naked. Like anyone was going to think that was bad.

"Get your asses back here," said Debbie Jo. We turned around and she laughed.

"We had our one-on-one fun, but this is freaking Dionysus. Tiger, you're fucking Pari and Denne, you're fucking me," said Debbie Jo. "We're sure as fuck not missing this opportunity."

She might be a little bossy, but they were good ideas. Tiger is pretty damn good at it and Debbie Jo clearly enjoyed Denne's considerable skills.

Then Debbie Jo and I laid back on the bed and diddled each other while the boys fucked each other on the end of the bed. First Denne fucked Tiger and then they swapped.

We loved it. They loved it.

I think they kind of like Denne. I think the feeling might be mutual. Good for him.

If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up

Somehow I am going out to dinner with Debbie Jo. Now on any other day, that would be the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me in my life. Seriously. I've been in love with Debbie Jo since I met her on the first day of school. I told myself right then that I was going to marry her someday.

So, dinner is amazing.

Did I mention the whole had a crazy afternoon of sex and got engaged to Debbie Jo part?

Pretty cool, huh.

"Hey," said Pari. "I'd like to run a quick errand. Are you all OK with that?"

"Sure," said Debbie Jo. "We're not that hungry yet."

We. I fucking love it. And yes, we have an Amy and Bob relationship and I'm fine with that. OK, we've only been dating for 90 minutes, but I know.

We walked out front and Pari's errand apparently involves a freaking S-88. Denne went up the stairs and then we followed Pari.

"She has a nice ass, doesn't she?" said Debbie Jo. Fuck. What in the hell is the right answer to the question? Debbie Jo stopped and took my arms and turned me towards her.

"The right answer is your opinion of her ass, which I am confident is that you believe she has a nice ass," said Debbie Jo. "I will never, ever play games with you. If I ask you about her ass, I want to know your opinion of her ass. I expect the same of you. Are we clear?"

It seemed like a good time to kiss her. She seems to agree.

We climbed into the plane and Pari put us in the jumpseat.

"We don't have time to do a lap, but we can tomorrow," said Pari.

"Now, is that on the way to the moon?" said Debbie Jo. "I believe that's a Gamma resort too."

Pari laughed.

"Doesn't Pari have a nice laugh?" I asked, of Debbie Jo. Who laughed.

"Why, yes she does," said Debbie Jo. "It's a nice compliment to her amazing ass."

"Why, yes it is," I said. At that point, all four of us were laughing.

We started to land, having barely taken off. I don't know where we are, but it is dark here. Really dark. Middle of the night dark.

We got out and right in front of us was a store, that was brightly lit and appears to be the only thing open on the entire street.

Robertville Jewelers

Holy shit.

"We're in freaking Robertville?" said Debbie Jo. Well, yeah. Good question, dear. Pari and Denne laughed.

"Just for a few minutes," said Pari.

We went in and one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen smiled at us.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Valeria. I understand you're the newly engaged couple. I put several choices out for you if you'll come this way."

Holy shit. I think I'm going to say that a lot. There were three sets of engagement rings. Unbelievable engagement rings. The ones on the left and right were amazing, but the sets in the middle were stunning and I don't know a thing about jewelry. There was a woman's engagement ring and wedding ring and a man's engagement ring and wedding ring. Really? There were also a matching set of earrings and cufflinks.

Freaking amazing.

Wait. Those rings are small.

"You carry wedding rings in kid's sizes?" I asked. Valeria just nodded towards the rings. I picked up the woman's wedding ring and took Debbie Jo's left hand and slipped it on.

It fit perfectly. She slipped the man's ring on me.

Are you surprised that it fit perfectly? We took them off and put them back.

"Very nice," said Debbie Jo. "But we can't afford these. Thanks for letting us dream though." Valeria smiled and picked up the woman's engagement ring and handed it to me.

"Now you're just being a little cruel," said Debbie Jo.

"No, she's not," I said. "Look at all the jewelry." Debbie Jo looked around.

"Why are there no prices?" said Debbie Jo. "It must be incredibly expensive."

"This is wonderfully mystical and all that shit," said Denne. "Pari's buying this for you. Roll with it."

I put the engagement ring on Debbie Jo, and she put mine on me. Think of a man's wedding ring, but with a stone set flush into the ring. It's stunning.

"Thank you," said Debbie Jo, softly. "From both of us."

Pari just beamed and turned and walked towards the door. I followed her but turned back to thank Valeria.

Did she just hand Denne a jewelry box? A ring box. That matches the boxes our rings came in.

I think she did, and do you know what? I like it.

Pari suggested I write the rest of the story in a new entry. You'll have that soon. Right now, I have things to celebrate.

Did I buy too many?

Belen here. Life is insane! Did I buy too many companies? Maybe, but I owned them now.

I did think I would address a question I got a lot as I met as many people as I could. I'm sure a lot of the people like me got similar questions. They were all variations asking me why I wanted to work so hard when I was a kid.

There are really two answers to that. The first is none of us had to work. If I wanted to take the next ten years off I could. Any of us could. We loved what we were doing. Oh, we took vacations whenever we wanted.

The second was that we really weren't kids. We are adults. It is shaking up the world a bit but less and less. People weren't startled anymore when they meet me. Then again I get a lot of press. I'd worked hard to reopen closed factories all around the world and our wages are stratospheric. We get our value too.

The good news is I was finding talented people in the organizations I had bought. It was taking digging though. The deadwood at all levels was disturbing. Frankly much of it was in the executive suite. Let's just say we had a series of retirements. I had a philosophy of putting the absolute best in charge. Screw experience or tenure. The best. My management teams were an eclectic mix of older and experienced, younger with potential and kids like me. People were quickly seeing that their opportunities were finally related to actual ability and nothing more. I was gradually building my global leadership team from the best and brightest of all the companies. My goal was to be less day to day and more strategic.

I'll come back and introduce a few eventually but the talent was incredible. I'll use one example. I met a designer at Fiat that I love. Her name is Mariell and she is somewhere in her twenties. Her job sucked. Just sucked. She was treated like a secretary not a designer. I have a passion for design, so I had one-on-one meetings with every designer in every company. It was a lot of meetings. I was in a 50/50 situation. About half the people weren't pulling their weight and were resting on their laurels. The other half were being kept down by the first half. Mariell is the perfect example. It was time for tough decisions. After all, I didn't need all of the designers. We are averse to layoffs or hurting people, so I was going to be generous but much of the first half was going to retire.

But back to Mariell. She is an interesting combination of strong-willed and shy. The first was being beaten down by her own leadership. I had to drag it out of her, but I wanted to see the designs she believed in. The things she created on her own time not the tasks she was told to do. Somehow the last air vent she designed wasn't meaningful. That's the kind of crap she was doing.

"You have a car you've been designing since you were a kid. A design you keep going back to. That you love. That I'll bet you refreshed since you learned of ion and antigrav tech. You have put hundreds if not thousands of hours into it. It is your dream, but you know you'll never get it built," I said. "That is the design I want to see."

She just sat there in shock staring at me. Finally, she shook it off and pulled a sketchpad out of her desk. Old school. I love it. I noticed that it had a number on the front. 22.

"Your 22nd volume?" I asked and she laughed. Great. She's coming out of her shell a bit. She nodded.

A different person appeared as she walked me through the car. She had it designed to the last detail. She had really taken advantage of the new tech. Small motors. Small power source. It didn't even look like a car, exactly. For one thing it didn't have wheels. It had a landing gear. Retractable landing gear. She pointed out that even if you followed roads there was no need to actually touch the ground. As she put it we could make all the roads green spaces. We didn't really need roads.

It was also spacious and roomy and leveraged the free space used by the engine, gas tank, and more. She had several variations along the theme of current models. A van. A sedan. A sports car.

And a simply beautiful six-passenger convertible. A completely configurable car. It could be everything from a people mover to a pickup. It was freaking cool.

Hot damn. A game changer. I got her talking about that one and her passion was incredible. I wanted one.

"Build it," I said, pointing to the convertible. "First. Build them all. I'll help you cherry pick a team from all the companies. We can also leverage our universities. You're in charge but I'll help."

She just stared at me, so I kept going.

"Your Italian is quite good but you're not a native," I said. "Where are you from?"

"You can tell?" she said. "I'm told I sound like a native."

"You do but I speak a number of languages. I hear the small undertone. My guess is Iran but not Tehran. More rural," I said.

"How in the hell do you know that? Did you read my file?" she asked. I laughed and assured her I didn't.

"I'm from Nashtarud which is a smaller town right on the Caspian Sea. My family still lives there. I miss them," she said.

"Perfect. I love the water. We will open your design center there," I said. "Let's leave tomorrow. I'd love to see the city and we can explore locations."

Yeah, got the stare again.

"But I am assigned to a project. My supervisor will never agree," she said. OK laughing might have been inappropriate.

"I am confident your supervisor will approve. You report to me directly now," I said. "You run our new design center."

"Me?" she said. "I can't do that!"

"Of course, you can," I said. "I managed a small car museum. That was my last job and my first job. This is my second job. I run the largest car maker in the world. I'm 11," I said. "You can do it and you will be a huge success and I'll help you."

She thought for a minute and then sighed.

"OK," she said, with some grit. "I can do this."

"Great," I said. "It is getting late. Let's go ahead and go to Nashtarud."

"My family will be so excited," she said. "But where will we stay? Their home is too small for me, let alone you."

She hadn't noticed that I had sent a couple texts or at least didn't mind it. I'd texted my assistant line to solve the problem, preferably with a nice house. I have an assistant line. I have assistants 24 hours a day. Given the time zones I cover, that makes sense but come on. I'm a kid. Sorry, sometimes that feeling hits me.

Oh, he blew it out. My assistant. An 8-bedroom villa, 1,000 square meters, on the water. Ours already.

"As it turns out, that problem has been solved. Have your family meet us in an hour at this address," I said, giving her the address. I took her hand and started to lead her out. We swung by her supervisor's office.

"Mariell works for me now," I said. "You will need to reassign her work." He was still staring as we walked out.

I had my plane in the parking lot. You expected that. The amazing thing is Iran was just fine as a destination. There were still issues in their place in the world but not for us. Carlina, you know. I had to laugh. When we got on the plane the address was already programmed in. That's a great assistant. Mariell was just overwhelmed but followed direction and sat in the co-pilot seat when I suggested it. It was early and I couldn't resist so I took us up so she could experience space. It never gets old.

Did you catch that inflection? Experience. We'd already been talking pretty openly. I kind of felt like I'd found a sister, at least at heart. I did give her the can but don't have to pitch but given she was floating, laughing, and stripping at the time, I felt I knew where this was heading. My god she is gorgeous. Something about Persian women. Pari, right? Think Pari with B cups.

Did you cum?

We landed at the new house. I had forgotten to see if it was furnished. I should never had doubted it. To my surprise, not, Charles was already there and had brought groceries. That's service. I invited him to stay but he already knew he could. Mariell appeared to be in shock so I shook her out of it. We had a frank conversation on the plane. Everything was good with her family. Oh good. Not much to do in Iran in tough economic times. The US still had sanctions in place. They tried to enforce them on us.

We stopped selling cars in the United States.

Guess who won?

Charles took us on a tour of the house. It was quite nice. Lots of bedrooms. Several living areas. A full workout area. A commercial kitchen.

Just nice. We heard the doorbell and headed towards the front. The doorbell made me laugh. No one uses doorbells. Mariell had run ahead and I heard the squeals. They were jabbering away in Farsi when Charles and I approached. It is a good thing both Charles and I are fluent. Their disbelief was high.

Just wait.

Mariell introduced her father Armen, her mother Jaleh, her 14-year-old brother Marduk, and her 10-year-old sister Safie. Safie was jumping up and down. I thought it was about seeing her sister or the house but no.

It was me. She knew exactly who I was and tried to explain to her family. Her brother got it, but her dad didn't.

"Whose house is this? Should we even be here?" said Armen. He said it in Farsi. So far everything had been done in English, with me, so this was going to startle him although not as much as Mariell.

"It is Mariell's home," I said, in Farsi. "It is provided by her employer."

Apparently I did not impress Armen. He was quite dismissive.

"Stop talking little girl," he said, to me. "Where is an adult?"

Well it was nice that Mariell and Safie both gasped. Armen gave them both a look. You know the look of sexist disdain from a man. Mariell started to speak but Safie beat her to it. I like her grit.

"Shut up Dad," said Safie. "You just insulted Mariell's boss. The big boss. The CEO of the Dionysus Auto Company." He looked confused.

"Where? I see no one like that here," said Armen. Well I'm sure you don't.

I just waited it out, smiling. I gave Safie and Mariell credit. They waited too. Smiling. Finally, Jaleh spoke up. More grit.

"It's Belen, you idiot. The CEO is Belen. Didn't you hear she is from Dionysus?" Armen just stared and so did Marduk but completely different looks.

"Yes of course it is her house," I added. "She is the senior director of our design studio here. She will be hiring a design staff as well as a prototyping construction center. Her budget is quite significant. We expect the designs from her studio to dominate our high-end lines. We will be going into production with her first design as soon as she has it ready."

I had made all that up, but it felt like a good approach.

"Can I show you my designs?" asked Safie.

She took off her small backpack and started to open it.

"Quiet Safie. She doesn't want to see your scribbles," said Armen. I wasn't excited about Armen. He needed to learn.

"I'd love to see them," I said. She pulled out an ancient iPad. A seriously old one. I took her hand and Mariell's and led them into the living room and we sat on each side of Safie.

Hot damn. Her first design was an SUV and it was gorgeous. She had every detailed designed including the interior, all the storage areas. Wait. Wait. Wait.

"You anticipated ion power didn't you?" I asked.

"Yes, and antigrav," she said. She used her stylus to flip it over. From this view the wheel wells were completely covered.

Got it.

"Underwater or space?" I asked.

"Yes," she responded. She said yes.

"Depth?" I asked.

"14,000 meters," she said. I nodded.

"Speed in space?" I asked.

"It depends on the model," she said. "There are a number of variations. Trim levels. The top level approaches 100,000 kph."

"Any construction limitations?" I asked.

"No. Everything has been proven on your planes like the one outside," she said.

"You mean Mariell's plane," I said. Yeah I said in for Armen's benefit. I'd get her a pilot. I would want her to be able to travel.

"Can we all learn to fly?" asked Safie. I could feel Armen about to jump in.

"Of course," I said. "We will ensure that Mariell's pilot is an instructor. How many hours a week can you work in addition to school?"

"Ten maybe fifteen," she said. I really like this girl. I held out my hand and she shook it.

"You're hired," I said and rattled off a pay figure. Armen had a sudden coughing fit. Mariell jumped in.

"You're paying her that!" said Mariell.

"It is not that much particularly compared to what you make," I said.

"I don't make a third of that!" said Mariell. I just smiled and waited.

"I got a raise?" she asked. "How much do I make?"

"Perhaps we should discuss that in private," I said.

"No, it's OK to share," she said, looking at Armen. Loving her more and more.

I named a figure a little over four times what I had offered Safie. It was a lot by her standards. Not by ours.

Armen moved over and collapsed into a chair. His entire attitude seemed to wash away.

"I owe you an apology," he said. "This whole situation is a bit overwhelming. Congratulations girls. You are both quite incredible." Both girls went and hugged their dad.

Then they kissed their dad. Then they undressed their dad.

Such a loving family. I looked to my right and there was Marduk. Naked and hard. I took his hand and led him over to a couch. I held up my arms. He was quick and pulled my dress over my head. How handy that was all I had on. I waved Jaleh over and Marduk and I both helped her get undressed. Too many undergarments, Jaleh.

She laughed. I didn't say it out loud.

Interesting.

I positioned her and climbed on board. You know the position. On my knees. Oh, she liked it. I liked it. We both went off and Marduk timed it to slide into me. Damn he filled me up. It felt amazing. He didn't last, which I expected, and gave his mom a facial. She latched on and sucked him hard again. Charles walked up and handed him lube. Thanks, bud.

Which is how I found myself getting fucked in the ass. It did give Jaleh better access. Then she took that second load.

Marduk and I cleaned her up. We all ended up in the pool. It is a nice pool. Secluded.

Which was why we were naked.

I was going to like this. I had such confidence in Mariell. You can read a lot into a woman's orgasms.

You can!

Design engineer

Safie here. I'm a design engineer at the Dionysus Auto Group. I'm a design engineer! Sorry, I felt that needed to be a shout. I'm freaking 10.

Then again, Belen is only a year older. Apparently I am not as successful as I thought. Except at oral. Belen and I are pretty well matched at oral.

We like oral. I might be too focused on oral. After all, I got fucked last night by my dad and my brother. Twice. Each.

They have stamina. Now I find out that this is a consulate. A consulate!

Sorry. By this, I mean the house that Mariell, Marduk, and I live in. It was time for our parents to be empty nesters, right? I mean good grief, I'm already 10.

Right now, I'm making my list. My list of people I've heard of in the kingdom that I want to fuck. Or be fucked by. Fuck with. Whatever. Do it. Do it a lot. I was up to 23 so far. Oh, it's a pleasant mix of cocks and no cocks.

I got access to the journal last night, after Mom and Dad went home. I might be a little wired. I haven't slept yet. It's a pretty fun freaking journal. Where do you think I got my list? And all these ideas for new positions.

I'm only a third of the way through.

I used a courier to have Twister delivered today. Marybeth and Richie delivered it. Then they showed me how to play it. Naked. Then we fucked. Repeatedly. Wore Richie out.

I like my new job. Marybeth and Richie might have to move in. We have room. In my bed. They're still here. Marybeth was looking over my shoulder and told me to put Amelia and Cobb on my list. Then we got into a spirited conversation about cock ratio. They might be a little more experienced than me because they suggested 10:1.

That seemed like a lot of cock.

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of people that will use up available cock," said Richie. "I'm happy to volunteer."

"So, you're up for boy on boy sex?" I asked. "Really?"

"Safie, everything is OK in our culture. Almost everyone is bisexual. Why wouldn't you be?" asked Richie.

How simple is that. Why wouldn't you be?

I hadn't noticed that Marybeth was saying all the names out loud until I started hearing voices from the other room. Voices I didn't know.

I ran out into the living room and there were about 30 people in it. I knew Mariell.

I knew Marybeth and Richie, who were standing beside me.

Did I mention we had all run out naked? That seemed to be pretty well accepted by this group because as soon as they saw me, they all started taking off their clothes. None faster than the simply gorgeous petite red head.

Oh hell no. She walked over, in all her naked glory, and stuck out her hand.

"I'm Amy," she said, shaking my hand. "Happy to meet you. I've already heard so much about you and your sister." Did I mention she said it in Farsi? Maybe I should mention that they all speak Farsi.

Then a giant BBC walked up. OK, it was attached to one of the tallest and best looking people I've ever seen. This time I stuck out my hand.

"You must be Tim," I said. "I'm Safie." He laughed.

"It was the cock, wasn't it? You wouldn't have recognized me without the cock," said Tim, still laughing.

"Absolutely not. The tall gorgeous black guy wasn't a giveaway at all," I said. "Can we please fuck?" Well, they did say to be direct. He took my hand and led me over to the couch. He had me lay back and got on his knees.

Oh good lord, he has a talented tongue. I believe I have now experienced the Full Orlando with Tim. With Tim's amazing long, thick cock. Tim is also incredible strong and did one-arm pushups while letting his hands roam. Everywhere. His arms are long too.

I went off when he reached under us and shoved two fingers in my ass. I was impressed that I did not buck him off.

"Fill me up," I said. Oh, how he did. As in a lot leaked out. Somehow Queen Amy and King Bob cleaned me out. Then Bob slid up and in. I had just experienced Tim, who was the best in my life.

It was a beginner's first time in comparison to Bob. I have never had a continuous orgasm like that. He rolled and took me with him and lifted me up and down on his cock. He set me down and asked me a question.

A life changing question.

"Do you like DP?" he asked. I shrugged. Well, I did.

"Have you ever taken it in the ass?" he asked. I shook my head no. He called for someone named Blake. Oh my God, Blake is gorgeous, and an equally attractive woman came with him.

"Hi, I'm Alison and this is Blake. Let me guess. Your first time in the ass?" she asked. I smiled and nodded.

"OK," she said. "I can help." She then proceeded to finger me in the ass with one, then two, then three fingers. She slid them out and I felt Blake slide in. I may never have sex any other way. My goal is now Tim. In the back.

"I'd moderate that goal for a bit," said Bob. Not gonna ask. Their timing was amazing. Slow to fast. Fast to slow. Finally, we just settled into a gentle rhythm that kept me going over. They both filled me up full.

Alison cleaned me out. Everywhere.

I think I like my new job. I might have said that already. I'm a little flustered. My first afternoon turned into a bit of a gangbang. I did ask Belen about how I reported hours and she showed me the new Dionysus app that had appeared on my phone. She entered 6 hours worked for today.

"I didn't work at all today!" I said. "I just fucked a lot."

"We put it under exercise time. It's paid time if you're with people from work. You should definitely count all the time you spend in bed with Mariell," said Belen. "I'll bet you make a lot of decisions in that bed."

"Come on," I said.

"OK," said Belen, taking my hand. She walked over and asked a group of guys that were chatting if they'd cum on us both. That was not what I meant. She knew that.

"Oh, and the app was a joke. Nobody reports time. Do what you need to do and only spend that time doing it," I said. "I suggest filling the rest of the time with school and fucking. And fucking at school. Hey, you need to go buy the school system."

"Nah," I said. "Marduk." Which somehow led to another conversation with Pari and Marduk, but not yet. Remember? Cum on?

It sure was nice. Orlando, Horacio, Clay, Jameis.

And I thought Tim was big. Now we didn't just lie down and have them jack off on us, as fun as that would be. We got our cum the more natural way. By their pulling out when they were fucking us. Both of us. In my case, the order above was correct, but put Bob at the end too.

I like Bob. Then again, the five of them could move in. For some reason Bob and Horacio just laughed. And were making out.

That is so hot.

Just then the front door opened and a young woman about my age walked in. She was dressed beautifully, in a simple dress and flats.

"Pari!" yelled the entire crowd. For some reason she yelled her own name at the same time.

"Jinx!" yelled Pari.

Oh God. Pari pulled the belt on her dress and the entire thing settled to the ground. I think I moaned. I know I moaned. Pari walked straight over to me and pushed be back onto the carpet.

Then she laid down on top of me. We started kissing and she started rubbing her pussy against mine and tweaking my nipples. I think I lasted about four seconds.

Best orgasm of my freaking life. Which surpassed my new best set today. Repeatedly. Finally, we settled down, if by settled down you mean that Kevin and Gina fucked us first. That was a first for me. Amy whispered in my ear what I was supposed to yell.

"Tits and a cock." I yelled. The entire crowd cheered.

These are fun people. Finally, we stood up and Pari took my hand and led me over to Mariell, who was also naked. Pari and I noticed at the same time that she was leaking cum.

This time we both pushed, and she laid back on the carpet. We took turns licking her out and kissing each other and Mariell.

Finally, we took a break.

"Do you ever have a meeting without fucking?" I asked Pari and Belen. They looked at each other and laughed.

"Not yet," said Pari. "Not yet." She wandered off. I saw her take Bob and Amy's hand and head towards the bedrooms.

"Damn," I said to Belen. "Pari's going to have fun."

"I know that from experience," said Belen. Damn. "Then again, they're eventually going to all get married."

"Get married? They're the king and queen," I said. Belen looked at me and smiled. Then she gave me a passionate kiss. I don't know what I did to deserve it, but I was in.

"Yes, they are the king and queen, but that's not what I meant," said Belen. "All three of them are going to get married to each other. Pari is their third."

"But Pari is 11," I said.

"Yes, she is," said Belen.

"Well, I just met Colby and Nylah," I said, laughing. "Maybe I still have a shot with them."

"Maybe," said Belen. "But they're both already engaged to Karolina. She's 11." Of course, the older woman. Belen laughed.

"Yes, she is," said Belen. I decided to pretend that I didn't hear that. It is very confusing.

Belen laughed again and kissed me. That seemed good. Then I met Ruby and Tomas.

My life will never be the same.

I need to talk to Safie

Now that I had sated my need for my eventual spouses, I needed to find Safie. Sorry, this is Pari. I hadn't seen Amy and Bob in almost 48 hours! We had to fuck!

I found Safie with her brother Marduk, who I hadn't met yet.

"I need to walk through an idea with Safie," I said. "But would you please fuck me after?"

"I love polite women," he said. "Have you considered purchasing our school system? It would accelerate access to brilliant minds."

"And involve a lot of fucking," I said, and he laughed. He also let it drop without a silly remark, which was a pleasant surprise.

"You know that if you suggest it, you have to make it happen and run it?" I said.

"Oh no, how could that be?" he said, in a silly voice.

I'm thinking he already knew of the rule. They'll like the new school.

And Marduk is one hell of a fuck.

Holy moly

This is Marduk. I've read the whole journal and I don't think you need to hear another buy the school system story. I will say they were very enthusiastic and since wrestling is an actual sport here, we all celebrated. The superintendent, the principal of my school, and the janitor at our school.

Come on. She's gorgeous. It was also a pleasant surprise to discover her thick, 9-inch (23 cm) cock. I laughed because when we left the wrestling room, Aafreen stayed. I did make sure that I taught everyone the cheer tits and a cock. It is hilarious because we all scream it in English. It doesn't translate well.

Sure is fun though.

We all like Aafreen, since she is really sweet. We have a new appreciation for her.

Everybody seems comfortable that I run the school system while I am a student. It is kind of cool.

There is a lot of fucking too.

What a story.

Well that went well

Belen here. I got to meet one of my idols today.

Greta.

Bob and Greta came to visit me. I was in my office on Aether. My big office. With a bedroom.

Now, that wouldn't normally be meaningful, but Greta and I really hit it off.

Plus Bob. Bob has a purpose. Poor guy. All worn out already. I laughed because we left him snoring on the bed and went out and sat on the couch talking. Now, our meetings are more fun than your meetings. We sat face to face, crisscross, naked, and playing with each other. Occasionally we had to stop the business meeting.

Orgasms do slow meetings down. Worth it.

Oh, you want me to back up. Well, you know what I look like. Petite. Nipple bumps. Voracious. You know what Greta looks like. Also petite. A cups. Also voracious.

And Bob. Sexy, sexy Bob.

Greta was in charge. No, Greta was in charge. She undressed me and then undressed Bob. There is a familiarity with Bob. I think I might be jealous. No, that's not fair. No one here is jealous. She's had opportunity. She pointed at Bob, and then at me. She had me lay down and Bob got between my legs.

Holy mother of God. I've been with Bob before, but he was on fire today. Greta helping just kept me going over. Between kissing me, teasing my clit, and sucking, hard, on my nipples, Greta was involved.

I even floated a little off the bed, to their laughter. I finally calmed down and we switched around.

I went down on Greta. I loved it. A lot. She did too, including blowing Bob while I did. Somehow the two of us were just covered with Bob's first load. What will we do?

We made Bob clean us up. Then he slid up and in. Me. He slid in me. The man is truly an artist of unparalleled skill. Everyone who has ever been with Bob would agree. He's gentle and aggressive, sweet and pushy, and can fuck you and make love.

All in an amazing half hour. Yes, half hour. Or hour. Or week. Then it was Greta's turn. I know Bob loves everyone, but there is chemistry with Greta. Honestly, I think it is their shared love of the world. Greta's famous for her school strikes and with Bob's help is doing amazing things. Bob's way back behind the scenes, but no one in the world, or any other world, loves everyone quite like Bob does. You have a problem? Come to Bob. Bob will hug you and calm you and help you talk out how you can fix it.

I didn't say Bob would fix it, now did I? That's not how Bob works. He lets you talk and listens. He listens with everything he has. He's more counselor and confessor than he is decision maker. I'll give you a good example and yes, this is officially a tangent. You may have read that sometimes I feel overwhelmed. I'm freaking 11. I have zero experience in what I am doing. What I have, and I cannot tell you how powerful it is, is that Bob believes in me. He has zero fear that I'll screw up. Now, that's different than making mistakes. That's an area where Bob actually pushes me, gently. I'm a little conservative.

Says the little girl that owns a majority of all the car manufacturers in the world. After the big push, we left Toyota on the table. I thought, and Bob agreed, that it was too expensive. Did you notice how I worded that? I didn't say we believed. Bob waited me out until I made a decision and he supported me. OK, I admit if I had decided to buy it, Bob would also have supported me.

If I decided to quit tomorrow, Bob would listen to me, maybe for hours, and whatever decision I made, Bob would support me.

Then he'd probably fuck me. Pretty much all of our meetings end with good, no a great, fuck. No, that's not right. Pretty much implies there are some meetings that don't end up with us fucking.

That is not the case. Every one. There is no pressure either. If anything, he holds back, and lets us be the aggressors. What all of us know is that Bob isn't in it for a good fuck, although he clearly enjoys that. He's fucking us because he loves us. Now you're thinking about the 9-year-olds that he fucks that he has never met.

He loves them. A lot. They come away from that experience feeling valued, not just fucked. Now, it will be the fuck of their lives and Bob actually coaches them that if they do fuck, they can't use him as their goal. With the exception of a few, like Orlando, Luca, and Gabe, no one in their lives, from this point forward, will come close. No one can. The Bob experience transcends his skill. It includes his love.

I might be a bit maudlin, but I love Bob. Greta loves Bob. We all freaking love Bob. I feel an urge to jump up, throw my hands in the air and scream Yay!

I just wish Bob and Amy would marry Pari. I know something a lot of people don't, though. Married or not, the three of them are special together and they know it.

Why did I go down this path? I have no clue. Oh, Toyota. When the price dropped, I came back to Bob and told him I wanted to buy it. I expected him to be his usual stoic self and say something like OK. He was stoic, but what he said was that's nice. Do you see the difference? He congratulated me on my decision. He didn't approve it.

That's Bob.

OK. I'm going to test it right now.

"Bob," I said. That's all it takes to get his full attention.

"I have decided to buy Italy," I said. He nodded and do you know what he said?

"I like Italy," he said. That's all he freaking said.

"Hold up," said Greta. "She just told you she was going to buy a country and not a small one. All you have to say is that you like Italy?"

"Well, I do," said Bob.

"She told you she's going to buy a country!" said Greta, quite forcefully.

"Uh huh," said Bob.

"Are you really going to buy Italy? Can you buy Italy?" asked Greta. I laughed.

"Probably not," I said, laughing. "But I could. Right, Bob?"

"Sure," said Bob. "I like Italy."

"You can afford Italy," said Greta, to Bob.

"Why are you asking me?" asked Bob. "I'm not buying Italy."

Greta just looked at me.

"Yeah, I'm probably not buying Italy either. I was just making a point," I said.

"That's too bad," said Bob. "I like Italy."

"You do realize you sound a bit like Rainman," said Greta. Bob laughed.

"Maybe," he said. Then he kind of leaped at Greta and pushed her down and started kissing her.

Bob's tangents are more fun than my tangents. OK, back to the immediate present.

I don't know why, but just then Orlando walked in. If you remember the flow of my multiple tangents, Greta and I are sitting on the couch, naked, playing with each other. Orlando just smiled and watched a bit. Smiling. Clearly hard, even though he has actual clothes on.

What's up with that?

Greta got up for and stood in front of Orlando. She held her arms up in the air, which made her little breasts bounce, which we both clearly enjoyed. Orlando understood and put his arms in the air. Greta lifted up his shirt, but there is a significant height difference. I'd offer to help, but I'm freaking little too. Orlando laughed and bent over to help her and off came his shirt. He stood back up and Greta and I both enjoyed the view for a moment. I hopped up and grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. His nice, hard cock popped out, slapping me in the face, which made Greta laugh.

Then we wore him out. Bob woke up long enough to be the back of a train with Orlando and Greta. Well, that just won't do, so I used a double-ended dildo.

To be the new back of the train. It was the last for Bob and for Orlando, so we left them together in the bed, both asleep, with their arms around each other. we went back out to the couch and agreed that we could leverage each other's organizations to accelerate the rollout of our tech. Honestly, the only part of that meeting you probably care about is that we're going to meet monthly.

Oh boy.

I suppose I should mention that I had already looked into buying Italy. Hey, I like Italy too. Jason and I agreed it would be a stretch at the prices they wanted and not worth it. Yet.

Now he's looking at Spain. After all, they sold Vino to Bob.

OK, this story didn't have much point. Yes, Greta and I are going to work together.

Right now, we're going to take a nap. We wore out Bob and Orlando. That takes a lot out of you.

Greta appears to have a very large double-ended dildo inserted.

Maybe we'll nap after.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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