7 March 2022

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I love email. If you give me a story line, I'll name a character after you. I really need ideas for fun situations. Get it?

I like parties

Well, I do. I like the celebration. I love the new opportunities.

Opportunities, you say?

I like to go to parties for 5-year-olds and 7-year-olds.

You see where I am going there?

Oh, this is Nylah.

People often write in asking for a royal to attend their party. Usually they have a specific request. Sometimes they're open to any royal or extended family member.

So I go.

They're fun.

Right now I am on my way to Denton, Tennessee. You might recall that the entire county is a part of Dionysus now, which makes these parties a little easier than in a lot of places. No need to go to school or find a place for the party. If you live in the two counties that Dionysus owns, then you're welcome to have a naked 5-year-old party.

Let's just say that the population is growing in the two counties. I think the other suburbs of Nashville are emptying.

Well sure.

When I go to a party, I do it as a surprise. I let them know in advance the first time I did it and it turned into a cluster, including protestors. Protesting me.

I'm freaking 7.

I might have to tell that story too.

There is much less risk today. After all, I'm actually going to be in Dionysus, even if it is the middle of the United States. It is funny, because offers to sell their county keep pouring in. I suppose we could slowly take over the US, one county at a time.

Hey. Maybe we should.

I will admit that the fact that the party is at the Thunder Alley family entertainment center appeals to me. It has bowling and a game room and laser tag and even gocarts.

I learned gocarts from the master. I also regularly run the Porsche and Ferrari series, so driving fast is kind of my thing. Our local version, not the real one. Yet. I am my sister's, um, sister. OK, that didn't work that well. Now, you're probably wondering where my twinsie is. He's not that into fun centers. I could have brought Karolina, and was tempted, but she's an older woman.

OK, sometimes it is just fun to have all the blowjobs to yourself. You see, not only is it at the family fun center, a bunch of parents of kids that had recently turned 5 rented the entire facility. Now you're wondering how all this will work, you know, blowjobs, but this is Dionysus. For one, I'm guessing most of the kids will be naked, and two, as long as they follow the rules, well, blow away, so to speak.

The other appealing thing is that there are 15 boys.

No girls.

They're at that age. Silly, I know, but in their culture it isn't that uncommon.

I just landed and laughed because no one really noticed. They're all inside and the party started a few minutes ago. I walked up to the door and went in and a young woman stopped me.

Damn she's adorable. Maybe 13?

I'd do her.

"I'm sorry, but this is a private party," she said.

"I was invited," I said.

"Now, we both know that's not true. This is a boys only party," said the young woman, with a smirk. I waved her over to the door and pointed out. She could see my S-88 in the lot. I gave her credit for laughing.

"Well I guess you were," she said. "I'm Dove. My parents own the place and I help out. It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Nylah. I admit, I thought it was you, but out of context it didn't make any sense."

"Yeah, I get that," I said. "We use it to our advantage pretty often." She was thoughtful for a moment.

"It must be hard in some ways," she said.

"We make up for it with the almost non-stop sex," I said.

Yeah, I went there.

"I'm off work as soon as the party is over," said Dove. "Perhaps you'd like to spend some time with me and my brother. He's 11 and freaking adorable."

"Sounds like a plan," I said. "I'll have my brother and fiancé meet us, if that is OK?"

Her moan was the answer, of course. I walked past her and around the corner and right in front of me was a young boy on the couch, with another naked boy on his knees blowing him.

I know a good opportunity when I see it. I guess I should describe myself. I'm wearing a cute little multicolor skirt, with a gauzy white top.

The skirt is too short. The shirt is pretty see thru. I'm not wearing any panties. I don't actually own any panties.

Seems like a win-win-win.

I walked over to the boys. The boy getting the blowjob had his eyes closed. The boy giving the blowjob was pretty focused.

"Can I help?" I asked. The boy getting the blowjob opened his eyes and got a shocked look on his face.

And rolled into a pretty massive orgasm.

Well, one down. I gave him credit for recovering quickly.

"Yes, you may, but give me a moment," he said. "Perhaps we could blow Clinton first?"

The boy that had been giving the blowjob was vigorously nodding his agreement. They were naked so I didn't see any point in my not being naked, so I pulled my shirt over my head.

I have absolutely nothing going on, but they both seem to appreciate it, which made me laugh.

"My nipples look nothing different than his nipples," I said, pointing to a boy that just walked up and introduced himself as Kash. "Why would I get a moan?"

"To be completely honest," said the remaining boy I hadn't met yet. "We would have moaned when he took off his shirt. In fact we did moan when he took off his shirt. Oh, and I'm Emile."

I took that moment to shimmy out of my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it. I gave Kash credit. He leaned down and picked up my blouse and skirt and carefully folded them and put them on a nearby table.

Nothing turns me on more than someone being polite. Which was why I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth.

Which he appears to enjoy. I sure did. Particularly when Clinton and Emile got on their knees, too. Oh you thought they'd help blow Kash? A little, but mostly Clinton licked my pussy.

Emile rimmed me.

Kash went off, hard, when I started just vibrating through an enormous orgasm. I think my tongue vibrated. That would do it, now wouldn't it?

That's when I met Kash's parents, Nella and Everson.

Damn.

If only I was 9.

They really are nice and given the boys had all just cum -- you know I made sure -- we went off to try bowling.

I've never bowled. But I am strong for my size and athletic, so we'll see. It ended up just being Clinton and me as the others drifted off. We went and got shoes, which is hilarious, because everyone bowling is just wearing shoes. Then again, the parents are all naked, too. Did I mention that? Obviously, they're not playing with the birthday boys, but they're sure playing with each other. Our culture seems to have taken hold in this corner of Tennessee.

Ain't it grand?

We found balls. Bowling balls. OK, boys' balls, too. Next to us in the next lane were Ellis and Pierce.

Adorable.

Wearing only shoes. We walked up and boom, they are hard.

I like it.

They introduced themselves and they suggested a little wager. The winning team gets the losing team off. Orally.

Darn it.

OK, OK, who doesn't love a nice tongue. Being competitive, I wanted to win. I also wanted to blow them.

I love it when my interests converge. I suppose rolling a perfect game would be noticeable, so I am going to bowl without my powers.

Ellis did not seem to be following the same rules. He can't be over 35 pounds, maybe 15 kilos, and he's rolling the biggest ball there is.

He has nice big balls too, but I digress.

"Dude," I said. "Fair game, OK?"

He just laughed and nodded. In the end, we couldn't overcome his first few frames of strikes and they won. Oh no. I must orgasm.

Darn it. Clinton and I went up to a lounge and laid back. You do know that damn near every place in these two counties has double-lounges somewhere. I laid next to Clinton and we started kissing. Then two new boys, who I found out where Cristian and Reise, walked up and offered us their cocks.

I know a good thing when I see it. Reise's cock was small, but throbbing, which I love. I started sucking with my best skills, just as Pierce started going down on me.

The boy is skilled. Very skilled. He spun around so I could suck him, and Reise slid his cock in, too.

Frotting in my mouth is fun. They both didn't last, mostly because I didn't last, and my bucking set them off.

At least one of them actually cums.

They both took it back in kisses.

I might have to cum back to Denton. Yeah, I went there.

I put it in Dad's log.

All but one

I realized there were supposed to be fifteen boys at the party, and I had only met fourteen of them. OK, OK, blown fourteen of them. Some more than once.

I like cock, what can I say. Then again, Dove. Later.

I asked the nearest boy and he assured me all fifteen of them were here, so I went on a walk to find him.

I found him, sitting on chair, by himself, fully clothed, in a corner.

I walked over and sat down on the small couch next to him. He appears to have noticed I am naked, because his little stiffy had to hurt in the position it was in.

"That has to be uncomfortable," I said. "Would you like me to reposition it?"

"You can't," he said, in the saddest damn voice. "I'm only 4. I don't turn 5 until Thursday."

"They threw a party a week too early?" I asked, and he nodded. "Why?"

"Everyone else got tired of waiting. I'm the youngest of the group," he said.

"And you can't play," I said. He shook his head no. Damn he is sad.

"Mom," I thought. "Kind of a weird emergency here, but I need you to trust me that I need to grant a 7-year-old exception to a 4-year-old."

"OK dear," thought Mom. "I trust you."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Dexx," he said, so damn sadly.

"I heard," thought Mom. "Temporary or permanent?"

I thought for a moment. My gift to him.

"Permanent," I thought.

"OK," thought Mom. "All set."

"So who is your dream girl with whom you want to lose your virginity?" I asked. He looked at me with the most soulful eyes.

"I don't know what I did, but Karma appears pretty pissed at me," he said. "You've always been my fantasy."

Well how handy is that. Oh, wait, I should say that out loud.

"Well, how handy is that?" I said. "My present for you is a 7-year-old exception. A permanent one."

"You are giving us all exceptions?" he said, clearly excited.

OK, his little stiffy ain't all that little anymore. It found a bit more to grow.

Good.

I stood up and held my hand out to him. I posed for a bit to let him enjoy the view. He took my hand and stood up. I turned to face him.

"OK, here's the deal. The exception is just for you," I said. "If you are interested, I would be honored to be your first. However, you can only have one first. I would be pleased to be your second and help you with the person who is your first."

It was a brief flicker, but I saw it. He looks conflicted. I turned and looked back at the direction he was looking.

Right at Dove.

Who apparently has two brothers.

I pulled him with me, and we walked up to the front. Dove glanced at me and appeared to enjoy the view, but her focus was strong, and it isn't on me.

It is on Dexx.

I turned to Dexx.

"Do you want to ask, or do you want me to, or do you just want to walk away," I said. "I wouldn't recommend that last one, but it is your choice."

He sighed.

"I don't have the nerve, would you?" said Dexx. Dove figured out something was up.

"Dexx has a 7-year-old exception. He would be honored to lose his virginity to you," I said. Dove let out a whoop and reached down and picked up Dexx. She hugged him tight and spun around with him, to his screams of delight. We kind of drew a crowd, as in all the boys ran over, and most of their parents.

Just as Dove kissed Dexx. Damn, that is some serious passion.

And tongue.

At least Dove had the presence of mind to quickly set him down. For two reasons.

He was about to cum.

So was she. Parties here are fun. We all just watched her vibrate through a massive orgasm. I realized the two nearby adults that enjoyed it the most were their parents. Just beaming.

Oh good. I walked over to them.

"Dexx has a permanent 7-year-old exception now," I said. "It is my birthday present."

"Excellent," said their mom.

Oh good, but I repeat myself. I walked back to Dexx and Dove.

"If you'd like, I can arrange a nice suite at the 21C for you for the weekend," I said. "You can head there and have a quiet first time, or you can climb on that lounge over there and perform for a crowd. That said, they're not mutually exclusive, so you can perform and then head to the hotel," I said. They looked at each other and he nodded. Dove turned back.

"Oh, we just have to perform," said Dove, laughing. She knew what happened and she is sticking in the knife and twisting it to the other boys.

Good for her.

She pulled Dexx over to a big couch. She pushed him back into the couch and did the sexiest damn striptease. They even played music over the sound system.

We are all mesmerized. Dove is truly gorgeous. Fit and thin, with a defined V. Smaller B cup, or maybe larger A cup, breasts, with big puffy nipples. Very little to speak of downstairs, but a prominent clit.

Which is nice.

A few hairs, but I don't think she shaves. I think it is natural. I might have to get a closer look.

She turned to me.

"Nylah, let's put on a clinic first and teach these boys all about going down on a girl. They'll be the most popular boys around," said Dove.

Sounds like a plan to me. She pushed me back on the lounge next to Dexx and got between my knees by kneeling herself.

"Gather around boys," said Dove. She proceeded to give a detailed anatomy lesson, using me as the live model. Then it escalated to her fingers in my pussy, in my ass, tweaking my nipples, and finally licking and then sucking on my clit.

One. Continuous. Orgasm.

Then we traded spots, but I wasn't the one doing the licking. I am doing the coaching. For Dexx.

Who is now quite skilled. Dove is just bouncing up and down. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She rolled and pushed Dexx down on his back. She sat on his knees.

"Do I have your permission?" she said to Dexx. Keane, who is standing next to me, is clearly excited.

Me too, buddy.

"For you, I have no boundaries," said Dexx.

Dove lifted up and positioned his cock and just slammed down. He is 4, so it wasn't all that far to go down, but it was enough for her to let out a yelp and stop.

"The pain will subside," I said. "Just wait for a minute or two and start moving slowly."

Dove takes advice well. She finally started lifting up and down on his cock, clearly enjoying it. Keane took the opportunity to take off all his clothes, to the clear appreciation of their parents. He walked over and alternated offering his cock to Dove and Dexx.

Who both enjoyed it.

"After I get the first out of the way, would you be my first, too, Dove?" asked Keane.

Well that was all she wrote. As soon as Dove gave her enthusiastic consent, Keane erupted.

Dove and Dexx are just covered with cum.

Which is when I found out that Dexx has a twin sister, Lira.

When she walked up naked. She turned to me.

"Me too?" she asked.

Mom will forgive me. I nodded yes.

She walked over and took Kash's hand and pulled him over. I didn't even wait, I just nodded.

So we all saw Lira and Kash do a nice little dance, right before Lira pushed Kash onto his back and climbed right on. No foreplay needed for them. Now Lira is bouncing on Kash and Dove is bouncing on Keane and Dexx is so happily watching.

And hard again.

I never want to be accused of letting anything go to waste.

Now I am happily bouncing on Dexx.

So far, the party is going well.

And is about to get better. Dove lifted up and Keane just covered them both with cum. Dove pulled Keane to his feet, still dripping. He's even still hard. She pulled him over to us.

I started to speak, and Dove put her fingers to her lips. She had me get off of Dexx and roll onto my knees. She repositioned Dexx and had him slide in and stop.

Cruel, Dove. She held up a finger again.

Then she positioned Keane behind Dexx.

Oh, I love a good train.

Keane slid in and Dove ran away but came back quickly.

With a modestly sized double-ended dildo already inserted. Apparently Keane is not the caboose on this train.

Not sure where the dildo came from.

"I knew I'd use it someday," said Dove. Well sure.

Keane pulled out first, with Dove riding it with him. Dove kept pumping while Keane just covered Dexx and me with cum. That caused Dexx to pull out. He repositioned me on my knees, quickly, and I took him into my mouth, which set him off.

Hot damn. Or more accurately, hot cum. Not a lot, but enough that when I showed it on my tongue, the entire crowd moaned.

And then Dove sucked it off. Which led to us cleaning each other up. Then we cleaned up the boys.

That was all she wrote. Wore us all out.

"We'll recover quick," said Dove. "After all, the six of us plus Bill and Karolina will be a lot of fun."

Why yes, we will.

But not quite yet. A lot more boys, all still horny, right?

Dove and I sat down on the floor, crisscross.

Naked.

The boys formed a line. Most still had two in them. Dove's blowjob skills improved. She's very observant. One by one the boys presented their adorable little cocks to us to blow.

Then Keane sat down next to us.

Things moved around a bit.

Another hour was lost to blowjobs. An hour well spent.

My name is Dove

I always thought Keane would be my first. I love him and am thrilled he was my second.

Dexx being my first was a surprise and an amazing one. I think we're a trio.

"So do I," said Dexx. Keane just nodded vigorously.

"Maybe a quad?" said Kash, tentatively.

Oh I am down with that. Kash has always been Dexx's best friend and around a lot. Yes, he got to fuck me, too. I'm not unfamiliar with their cocks. I've blown them all before, although my skills have improved with Nylah's coaching. Did you catch that? Yes, I cheated with Dexx a little. I think I'll be forgiven.

"I'll forgive you," said Colby. The fact that he did it by offering me his cock is nice. I think he meant a blowjob but come on. I'm not a virgin anymore.

I rode Colby like a bull.

Nylah rode Keane.

Dexx rode Kash.

This is going to be quite a night. We're at the 21C, in their largest suite.

Did I mention Karolina? I'm not going to narrate. I'm going to fuck.

"Excuse me," said Lira, in a firm voice, but with a smile.

"Five it is!" shouted Dexx. I think that's a quint.

Ah the US

I had forgotten how backwards the US is. Nylah again. Yeah, yeah, only 7, so not that much to forget, but I've lived in Dionysus for a bit, and it is truly life changing. Going back is weird AF. Clothes. I have to wear clothes. I promised I'd tell this story.

Anyway, I decided to go to a birthday party. In Sandy, Utah. Utah is not a particularly progressive state, but I'm going to a birthday party with my clothes on. The birthday girl is Panda. Apparently a nickname. I hope a nickname. Surely her parents didn't name her Panda.

Anyway. It is my first birthday party as a Royal guest, so I'd called them to make sure it was OK. The parents seemed reluctant, but finally agreed. I didn't tell the birthday girl until the parents agreed, and I gave them several opportunities to say no, but they said yes.

Apparently to their own displeasure.

The party is at All Star Bowling and Entertainment. Hey, I love fun centers. Panda is turning 7 today. It is a fun age, but a hell of a lot more fun in our world. I wish her parents were more open minded because my present would be a day of pretty spectacular sex, but I suspect we're not going there.

Pretty confident on that one.

I arrived the only way I could really arrive, given the distance, and floated down into the parking lot in my S-88. Just the average 7-year-old going to a birthday party. It is funny, but no one really noticed. I was behind the building and walked around and just joined the line of people to get in. They appear to all be going to the party. They have presents.

Come on. Of course I have a freaking present. I learned that she is into videogames, so I brought her the latest game system from our labs. Come on. Rylee and Colby have a gaming company they started together. This is a prototype of their first product. It is so close to release. Have you ever seen one of the later Star Trek TV series? They have a virtual reality world called the holodeck that puts you in literally any situation and dresses you appropriately. Want to visit a small town in the western US in 1804? No problem. This will create it. Want to stand in the crowd during one of Martin Luther King, Jr's historic speeches? Walk over the bridge to Selma?

All can happen. What makes it so realistic is that if you ask for a historical event, a drone is sent back in time to take 3-D video of the actual event. When you're in the room, in the virtual reality, you are literally watching MLK give the speech.

Lincoln and the Gettysburg address is a favorite.

The manger scene from the Bible is blocked. Oh we did it and it would complete destroy Christianity.

Yeah, that bad.

Some things you just have to block.

For example, the takedown of Caesar by Brutus didn't happen that way at all. Not germane to the conversation though. The coolest thing about this game is you don't need a big room to play. When you wear the headset, a small anti-grav field lifts you a few inches of the ground. You can run all you want, and in the game you do, but in your living room, you're just running in place. You can also join games of other people, although that would pretty much be the extended family right now.

I guess that's a benefit, given so much of our use of the system involves sex. Yeah, I went there, but it is setup so that only Panda can see anything sexual. The system knows. The first time she does it, it will warn her of the limitations and advise her to keep it a secret. We're not big secret people, but sometimes.

I think I might be over a line here but spreading the joy of sex seems like fun.

I'm 7. Sue me.

Oh! A lawyer joke. I'm telling Dad and putting it in my log.

He'll pay up eventually.

So anyway. I'm in line to get in and several people in line recognize me. Kind of expected, but not the reaction I got. I'd say roughly half of the people were interested and polite and talked to me about my life.

The other half were vicious, although their vocabulary appears to be limited to the word whore. I'll give you an example. I was standing there minding my own business when a woman came running up, with her daughter and husband in tow. The husband is horrified, and the girl is clearly unsurprised.

"You need to leave," she spit. Yeah, spit just a flyin'. "We don't need a whore at this party."

"That would be an odd addition to a party for a 7-year-old. Who would bring a whore to a kid's birthday party?" I asked. "That's just weird."

It took her a bit to process what I said.

"You're a whore!" she screamed. Now people are watching.

The crowd drifted into groups. The leave her alone group, which is also the letting it happen group.

And the whore group.

Fun. So fun.

"By definition, a whore exchanges money for sex," I said. "I have never done that. Why would I? I could buy Utah."

Well, I could.

"You like sex!" shouted the woman.

"Very much," I said. "I am hopeful you do too because it adds so much to the joy of life. Can we get back to the whore part? It seems like such a weird thing to yell at me."

Well it does.

"You like sex!" she shouted. "And you're 7!"

"Yes, and yes," I said. "Both factual, but neither an answer to my question." She appears to be getting confused.

"She can't think of an epithet that is more accurate," said the girl. "Her vocabulary is a bit stunted."

The mom knows she should be mad at her daughter but appears to be unclear on exactly why.

Good grief.

"How sad for you that you have formed an opinion of me that is not based on facts, but on your contorted view of me as a person," I said. "If only you had an opportunity to get to know me and understand the type of person I really am. It is too bad that there isn't some event in the near future where that could occur."

The daughter snorted and the dad laughed out loud.

The mom does not appear pleased.

"I know you're a whore," she said.

"It is a good thing I am the attorney and not you, because you'd lose every case," I said.

"She is an attorney," said the girl. "She doesn't win very many."

Yeah, I believe it.

"I'd be happy to help you prepare for your next trial," I said. "I did graduate first in my class from Harvard."

Well, I did.

Now she just appears confused.

"It is quite a disconnect between the view you formed of me in advance and the actuality of me as a person, isn't it?" I said.

You would have thought I had punched her. She is clearly very confused. The daughter is loving every minute of it.

I'm having a little fun, too.

"You can't be a real lawyer," she spit. Good grief. Control your spittle.

"I'm licensed in all 50 states and fourteen countries," I said. "I've argued cases at the US Supreme Court, the European Court of Justice, the International Court of Justice, and magistrate court in Delbarton, West Virginia. I have never lost a case."

"Delbarton, West Virginia?" asked the girl.

"Her dog did not poop on her neighbor's yard. Sometimes it is about principal," I said.

Well, it is.

"This is very confusing," said the woman.

"It doesn't have to be," I said. "I don't plan on stripping and having my way with anyone. I'm just here for a party, wearing clothes, which I admit feels a little weird. We're not big on clothes."

"Because you're a whore!" said the woman, giving it one last try.

"We have established that I am not," I said. "Maybe I'll just buy the fun center then all the kids can get naked, and I can teach them things."

It is tempting.

"Sounds like a great plan to me," said the daughter. Her mom whipped around, and the girl laughed.

"That was too easy, Mom," said the girl. "Can you please stop? Panda loves Nylah. Nothing is going to happen other than I expect the gift in her hand is super cool. We both know I'd be doing better in one of their schools, but you can't get past your hang-ups."

Interesting. Not that she knows our schools would be good. That's not exactly a secret anymore.

What is interesting is her dad is nodding agreement.

And hard.

Well, he is. Not sure if that is creepy or just a physiological reaction, but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. His daughter is adorable and I'm self-aware enough to know I am too.

I'm more adorable naked.

"Can we just enjoy the party please?" I said. "If you all can't control yourselves, I'll leave, but I had planned on giving all party goers and their families a ride into space."

I hadn't, but come on, twist the knife. I don't mind. It's fun to introduce people to space. I'm just going to be stubborn and remind them that the inside of my plane is Dionysus, and all the rules apply. You don't sign a release form, you and your kids don't go into space. Is that extorsion?

Probably.

Tough.

Just then the birthday girl ran up, with her parents in tow. We're still outside in the line.

"You're here, you're here," she exclaimed. Why yes I am. Just then the sky darkened.

And a C-80 floated down from the sky. There was a big empty field and it landed in the field and the doors lowered.

You didn't think I'd try to take everyone in my S-88 did you? The entire group stared at the plane in anticipation. You know they did. They were waiting for someone to get off the plane.

"The plane is empty," I said.

"You expect us to go into space with a plane without a pilot?" said the mom, with disdain. Kind of her normal tone.

"Of course not," I said. "The plane will be flown by an extremely well-trained pilot with hundreds of space flights."

She turned back to the plane and then back to me.

"But you said it was empty," she said, back to being confused.

"She's the pilot, Mom," said the girl. Ooh. Nice snark. Just the right tone. Her mom wants to be mad at her, but she was just on the safe side of the snark line.

The snark line. Yeah, it is weak, but I'm telling Dad anyway.

The snark line.

"I flew on the day," I said. That silenced everyone for just a bit. I don't use it often, but it seemed timely.

I turned back to Panda.

"Listen," I said. "I seem to be disrupting the party and I am sorry. Why don't we do this. I'll leave and come back next weekend and just take your family into space. Happy Birthday."

I handed her my gift and turned. This part was hilarious, to me. The ramp on the C-80 opened and my S-88 flew itself inside and the ramp closed.

A few jaws are dropped over that.

"They're Dionysus nesting planes," I said.

The two girls laughed. The parents were confused. Good grief.

I started to walk away. What else could I do?

"Wait," said Panda, with surprising force. "I don't give a shit if any of these sociopaths stay. You were invited. I'm sorry for my friends that might get dragged away by their close-minded parents, which sadly might include me, but I'd like you to stay."

A conundrum, isn't it?

By now, all the party guests and the parents had gathered. I walked over to a nearby bench and climbed up and turned to the crowd.

"OK," I said. "I get that many of you view our culture as horrific. I don't, but I live in it and love it. It has allowed me to accomplish things that kids my age don't. I give you the two space planes as an example. But I don't want to ruin a party with my presence. So it is decision time. Panda would like me to stay and her vote matters to me. But I need to understand your positions. This is my offer. I'd like to attend the party. I will be on my best behavior and promise to keep all my clothes on and refrain from kissing all the guests."

The moan of disappointment from the kids was pretty big.

I took it as a compliment.

"After the party, I'm happy to give a nice ride into space. A lap around the world. The plane will hold all the partygoers and their families. If there are siblings that are not here, I encourage you to bring them. We'll all go into space together."

The kids, and a few of the adults, let out a cheer.

"Hold up," I said. "There is a condition, and it is a big one. Once you set foot on that airplane, you're in the country of Dionysus until you get off that airplane. That means our rules apply. You all know those rules by now. This is a seventh birthday party and they'll be able to experiment with sex and I'll coach them. For the siblings that are nine or over, they won't have any limitations at all. At all. I'll even arrange for a few of my siblings to join us and we can be coaches. Then again, we'll all happily and lustfully join in. So, to my left, please stand if you can live with those rules. To my right, please stand if you cannot live with those rule. Talk amongst yourselves for a bit and then move."

"You know they'll all be in the can't go camp," said Panda. "This is Utah."

"Maybe," I said. "But at least they're talking about it." It was interesting to watch. The kids, 100%, wanted to go. They wanted to go into space, and they wanted to fuck. They were blunt about it. Most families had one parent that could at least live with it, possibly because they wanted to go into space, and I would worry about their motivations if I thought a space fuck would be bad for the kids, but I don't. It was a mix, with some moms objecting and some dads.

Crazy lady's husband walked up.

"What if the two parents don't agree?" he asked. A fair question that I had not mentally prepared for, but the answer is simple. We streamlined the process recently.

"The permission form only requires one parent's signature," I said. Well he's happy.

I can see why. His older daughter just walked up. Maybe 13. He clearly liked the idea but was even happier when his older son walked up. About 12.

Interesting.

"Karen, you're going to miss the opportunity of a lifetime," said Gray. I found out he is Gray. "You don't have to participate. Just ride into space."

"And watch you fuck Noelle," she said, with some force.

"And me too," said Rowan.

"I'm supposed to watch you have sex with your sister," said Karen. The fact that she is Karen is just icing on the cake. Oh God. The cake. At a birthday party.

I'm on a roll.

"Yes," said Rowan. "But that's not what I meant. I meant you'll watch Dad fuck me, too."

The look on Karen's face was surprising. I expected disgust.

I got lust.

"This is all very confusing," said Karen. Not really confusing, Karen, but sure.

"I'm overcomplicating things. The party is only until 2," I said. "After the party, climb on the plane or get into your car. Your choice. Panda and I are going inside."

I took her hand and we headed towards the door. It was opened by a young man.

I am having him.

Well, I am.

"Are the employees invited on the flight?" he asked, giving me just a killer smile. His name tag said he is Tristen.

"I'm 16," he added, with another smile.

I have to laugh. Panda started vibrating just a little before I did.

Tristen is gorgeous.

"Sure," I said, edging him with my smile. Oops.

I hadn't anticipated Panda's smile.

"Sorry," said Panda and me, and she followed it quickly with the appropriate word.

"You can pay up on the plane," said Panda.

And I will.

"Listen," I said to Tristen. "Sure, you're all invited. But this entire party is on me. For the next two hours, just keep a tab for anything purchased and I'll pay it."

"OK, a tab for this party," said Tristen. "Got it."

"I wasn't clear," I said. "For two hours, for everyone in the place. Anyone here."

Tristen just smiled.

Sorry about the puddle.

We'll just leave it that the flight into space was fun and educational in so many ways.

So I got an email

I guess I will tell this story, too. We have our emails listed on the country's website. Before you imagine me sitting at my laptop responding to all the emails, we have a team that handles the extended family. They respond if appropriate, delete the vast majority, turn a few over to the authorities, and bring a very few to us.

The number of people prosecuted for their explicit and threatening emails to me and my sibs is startlingly high.

Anyway, this one got passed through.

A girl in Delbarton had her dog taken away because it kept pooping in her neighbor's yard. The girl insisted her dog didn't do it, but the neighbors didn't like the dog and insisted, and animal control came and got the dog. It just happened today, and the shelter will put her down in three days, so there is a sense of urgency. The girl was a step ahead of me and had sued in magistrate court.

Did I mention that Dayla is 4? Her parents believe her and helped her file the suit, but she emailed me and asked me to be second chair.

She actually said second chair.

I'm about to land in Williamson, the county seat of Mingo County, which is where Delbarton is located. Delbarton has a population of 579. Williamson is a whopping 3,191 people and the largest town in Mingo County. The entire county is 26,839 people, and it is 97.1% white.

Did I mention that Dayla is Black?

Purely a coincidence, right?

I landed on the courthouse lawn and as I came down the stairs, security came running. By the time they got to me, the door had closed, and the plane had flown off to a Target in Barboursville, West Virginia. The nearest Target is an hour and forty minute drive. I guess I could have sent it to the local Walmart. At least they have a Walmart.

"You can't land a plane here!" shouted the lead guard.

"What plane?" I said. "I don't see a plane."

"The plane that just took off!" he shouted.

"I'm 7," I said. "You think I flew a plane that landed on the courthouse lawn."

"Yes!" they both shouted. No jinx though, although I think the woman security guard was tempted. Come on, girl. Go there.

"Wouldn't that be pretty weird?" I said. I haven't lied. I just haven't volunteered much.

"Yeah," said the guy.

"OK then," I said. "I'm just heading in now."

"OK," said the woman, who is clearly doubting herself now.

Just as I got to the door, I turned and looked back at them.

"It was an S-88 space plane," I said. "My name is Princess Nylah."

With that, I turned and walked inside. The signage was quite good, and I walked into the back of the courtroom. I was really early, since I wanted to get the lay of the land, but as I walked in, they called Dayla's case. Dayla wasn't even here yet.

Shit.

I walked up to the court rail.

"I represent the plaintiff, your honor," I said. The laughter in the courtroom was not unexpected.

"I have my West Virginia bar card, your honor," I said, holding it up. The judge, who I know is Judge Harvey, nodded at the bailiff who took my card to the judge. He looked at it closely. I saw the corners of his mouth curl up, just a bit. He handed it back to the bailiff, who brought it to me.

"Your client is late, Princess Nylah," said the Judge. "I am about to dismiss the case."

"Not to be disrespectful, your honor, but the time for this case isn't for another thirty minutes," I said. "It should be in your court calendar."

He looked down at the paper on his desk and looked back up.

"Not according to my court clerk," he said.

"If I may, could I ask you to check the online schedule?" I said. He cocked his head and then turned to the computer on the bench and looked it up.

"It appears you're right," he said. He gave a hard look to his court clerk.

"An error on my part, your honor," said the clerk.

No it wasn't. We'll get there, trust me. Just then, Dayla and her parents walked into the courtroom. The Judge noticed them and waved them forward.

"We're ready for your case," said the Judge. The fact that the defendant was here early was a bit telling, now wasn't it? She is a woman of about 50. White, to no surprise, although the odds were statistically in that direction. She appears to be represented by Colonel Sanders, complete with the white suit, bolo tie, and weird goatee. Who would go that route?

I guess he would. Dayla and I stood at our table and looked just as short as we are.

"The plaintiff may begin their case with an opening statement," said the Judge. Dayla stepped out from behind the table, if for no other reason that the Judge could see her. No jury, although it would have been all white and likely not gone for Dayla.

"Your honor, my dog, Jumper, has been accused of defecating on the lawn of the defendant. Jumper was taken away without any proof, just the word of the defendant, who has a history of harassment against my family. We will submit clear, irrefutable evidence that Jumper was not the dog in question," said Dayla. "We are asking for damages and punitive damages for this case."

"Your punitive demand seems excessive," said the Judge.

"You will note that 100% of all awards will be directed to the local animal shelter," said Dayla. Nicely played, Dayla.

"So you won't receive a penny," said the Judge.

"We will receive something of immeasurable value, your honor. We'll get Jumper back," said Dayla. "And hopefully send a message of consequences."

With that, she stepped back behind the table. Well done, young Dayla.

Says the 7-year-old.

"Do you have a statement, Harland?" asked the Judge. I admit, I didn't control it. I snorted.

Which made the judge laugh. Sorry, Judge. You see, Colonel Sanders first name was Harland.

He's playing all the cards.

"We will absolutely show that the dog in question was responsible for the outrageous behavior. My client will testify as such," said Harland.

"So your proof is that Beatrice says so," said the Judge.

"Absolutely. She is a woman of known good character," said Harland.

Even I saw the judge's eyeroll.

"Call your first witness," said the Judge.

"We call the defendant," said Dayla. Harland nodded and she headed up to the witness box. First mistake, Harland. Never let your client on the stand when she's lying.

"It is your testimony that Jumper defecated on your lawn on the 4th of this month at 2 in the afternoon," said Dayla.

"No, he pooped on the lawn," said Beatrice.

"Let the record reflect that defecating and pooping are the same thing," said the Judge, while holding back his laughter.

"We would like to submit this affidavit from Jumper's veterinarian that at that time Jumper was under anesthesia and being neutered," said Dayla.

Ouch.

The Judge just glared at Harland, who is examining his own shoes.

"It is also your testimony that Jumper again defecated on your lawn on the 6th of this month at 10 in the morning," said Dayla.

"Absolutely," said Beatrice.

"We would like to submit this series of affidavits from dog owners at the dog park that they saw Jumper there from before 9:30 to after 11:00," said Dayla. She handed quite a stack of paper to the bailiff, who winked at her.

We're the only ones that could see.

"We would also like to submit this video to the court," said Dayla. "It would be helpful to have the defendant view and comment on the video, your honor."

Dayla held up a USB thumb drive and the bailiff plugged it into the TV in the courtroom and handed Dayla the remote. She brought up a video.

"Is this video a view of your front yard?" asked Dayla. Beatrice looked at Harland, who just nodded. Bad move, Harland. Bad lawyering.

"Yes," she said.

"And it has a date and time stamp. Is that date and time stamp accurate on your camera?" said Dayla. "For the record, this video is from the defendant's doorbell camera."

"Yes," she said, before Harland got his head around objecting. From the look on his face, he's seeing his case go down the tubes. Missed your chance, dude.

Just then, a dog walks into the picture, on a leash.

A leash being held by Beatrice. The dog poops right on her lawn, while she is laughing. She walks off, leaving the poop right there.

The video cuts to a new date and time. All in, Dayla plays all six days alleged in the complaint. In every case, Beatrice's dog was doing the pooping.

"I've seen enough," said the Judge.

"Objection!" said Harland. "How was this video accessed?" The Judge laughed.

"That would have been a great move 20 minutes ago," said the Judge. "Overruled."

"The court orders the return of the dog. The court also orders the defendant to do 100 hours of community service at the local shelter and to pay a $3,000 fine to the same shelter," said the Judge.

He then pounded his gavel.

He waved Dayla to come forward. Her parents are just beaming from the other side of the rail. We walked up.

"You did good, Dayla. A bit of a gamble trying the video, but Harland is pretty bad at his job, so you had a good shot," said the Judge. He then turned to me.

"You know this might get ugly. Really ugly. Do you have resources to help protect the family?" asked the Judge. Just then Leslie walked in the courtroom and up to the rail. The Judge waved her in.

Leslie is in her uniform. Somehow Leslie managed to make it all the way to the judge with a very large ion gun strapped to her back.

Leslie looks good. She's in her camo pants, but with a black T-shirt. A T-shirt that is too small, accentuates her incredible tits, and is showing a solid 5 inches of her bare midriff.

I'd do her. Again.

"Am I correct that you're Princess Leslie?" said the judge. She just nodded.

"And you made it through security with some futuristic gun strapped to your back?" asked the judge. She nodded again.

"They didn't stop you," said the judge.

"They were distracted," said Leslie.

"By what!" he said, firmly. Leslie just raised one eyebrow. She's good at that. I can't do it. Yet.

The judge did another of his outstanding eyerolls.

"You are a very beautiful young woman," said the judge, stating the obvious. "But they really shouldn't let you in with a big gun."

"Kind of stating the obvious there, your honor," said Leslie. He called over the bailiff, who turned around and saw Leslie and freaked. He pulled his gun and pointed it at Leslie.

Getting a stereo eyeroll from the judge and Leslie.

"Put your gun away," said the judge. "This young woman is not going to hurt me."

"How do you know!" said the bailiff, still pointing the gun.

Now he is fighting it but is slowly putting his gun away. I looked at Leslie.

She shook her head no.

Well if she didn't do it, and I didn't do it...

We both looked at Dayla, who has a smirk.

Oh boy.

"The short answer is yes, your honor," said Leslie. "I'll personally be escorting them home and ensuring their safety. If necessary, I'll leave a security team onsite for a bit. Worst case, we'll relocate them."

"May I ask why the kingdom is involved in a dispute over a dog?" asked the judge. OK, a fair question.

"Because Dayla asked," I said.

"So you randomly help people that ask," said the judge. You know we would have both said it together, so I let Leslie go.

"People ask," said Leslie. "We can't help them all, but we can help some. Our team felt this was important and passed it to Nylah. Nylah asked for my help."

"What made this case stand out from all the requests you must get?" asked the judge.

"She was polite and said please. She had a solid foundation for her case. She wasn't getting treated fairly," I said. "You're going to investigate your clerk, right?"

The judge let out a big sigh.

"Yes," he said.

Leslie handed him a file folder. He opened it up.

"Aw shit," he said.

"Unfortunately, it goes pretty deep in your team, your honor," said Leslie.

"Why did you give it to me? What made you think I wouldn't just bury it?" asked the judge. Leslie just waited.

"Because you investigated me, too," he said, softly.

"We have broad resources, your honor," said Leslie. Damn she looks good. If I had a cock, it would be hard. I'm guessing the judge is hard. Don't ask me why I am wondering about the judge's cock. OK, maybe I'm a touch horny.

Leslie. Come on.

Those tits.

I'll help you out. Take your vision of the woman in Tomb Raider. Make her smoking hot and 16.

Then assume your vision does not even remotely do her justice.

That's Leslie in this outfit.

"Well, I'm glad you're here. I hope it all works out well," said the judge.

"It will," said Leslie. "But keep looking through that file. The corruption runs pretty deep." The judge leafed through more of the file and you could see him kind of fade.

"I need to call in the state police," said the judge.

Leslie shook her head no.

"Oh come on," said the judge. Leslie handed him another file folder.

I'm guessing it was just as bad.

"I've taken the liberty of sharing the information with the FBI," said Leslie.

I'll bet she shared it with Meni.

Leslie just smiled at me. She got a little carried away. I think the judge is a little confused on why I am having a small seizure.

Dayla is not confused.

She's smirking.

"Wasn't me," thought Leslie.

I just stared at Dayla until she laughed. She is adorable.

Well, she is.

Leslie led us out of the courtroom and out to her SUV. Which just floated down from the sky. We finally met Dayla's parents, Chester and Cayla. Who are as adorable as Dayla.

Well they are. A girl can dream.

"I've already arranged to have your car taken home," said Leslie. "For now, you'll use this car. It is armored."

"You think we need an armored car over a dog," said Cayla.

"Yeah," said Leslie. "I do. I think you may have to consider moving out of town."

"Over a dog," said Chester.

"No," said Leslie. "Because you're Black in small town West Virginia."

"We can't afford to move!" said Cayla.

Leslie just looked at her and smiled.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Chester.

"Because we can," said Leslie. "Dayla asked for help. Nylah came to help. She needed me, so I came. That's what we do."

"But you're kids," said Cayla, softly.

"No, we're not," I said. "We might be young. I am really young and small. But I am an adult in every way. And Leslie's right. We help where we can. Now, here's the thing. I think you should move regardless. Dayla is never going to be treated well and will waste away in this school system. Pick any city with one of our schools and we'll help you move there."

"So we can move to Amyville?" asked Dayla, with a little snark.

We both just waited her out.

"It has a school, so the answer would be yes," said Dayla. "You're all very literal, aren't you?"

"Yes, we are," I said. We'd been talking on the sidewalk, but Leslie got us loaded in the SUV. She had to move her giant ion gun. Oh no, it made her tits bounce.

Darn it.

She got in the driver's seat and waved Chester into the passenger seat. Dayla and I got in the back, next to Cayla.

Yes, there were car seats. We didn't need them, given the force field around the car, but they're the law, so we follow it. I fucking hate it, but got strapped in, next to Dayla. She seemed pretty used to it.

I prefer to drive.

Leslie pulled away and we headed to the animal shelter. We pulled in and picked up Jumper without incident. He was so excited to see Dayla. Not sure what he is, but he's small and fluffy.

I don't know dogs much.

We headed towards their house and parked in the driveway.

Just as an angry mob showed up. With torches.

Are we having fun yet?

The family stood there paralyzed.

"Go inside," barked Leslie. "Nylah and I have this."

"Nylah?" said Cayla. "She's an unarmed little girl!"

"Inside," said Leslie, in a firmer voice. The three of them headed in the front door. Just as her parents crossed the threshold, Dayla pulled the door shut and ran back to us.

"Dayla!" screamed Cayla after reopening the door.

Which just shut in her face.

"Are we on our own or connecting?" asked Dayla.

"On our own," said Leslie. The leader of the group just smashed his nose into nothing.

That's got to sting. Another one tried to get closer but hit the same force field.

"Not a force field," said Dayla.

Damn.

This girl is powerful. The guy in the lead veered away, carrying his torch. He walked over to a big, lifted pickup truck and used the torch to set it on fire.

"Bubba," screamed one of the other protestors. "Why are you setting your truck on fire?"

Well played, Dayla. One by one, each of the protestors set their own pickup truck on fire. Yes, they're all pickup trucks. You can't be surprised. It's quite the fire now. Everyone backed away and the flames are just shooting to the sky.

In a big cylinder.

Dayla's controlling the fire to keep everyone safe.

"Pretty fucking powerful," said Leslie.

"Pretty powerful fucking," said Dayla. Just then a little boy ran up. Just about Dayla's size.

And White.

This wasn't going to get better.

"This is my best friend, Darden," said Dayla. "I can't leave him. They'll punish him for being my friend."

"OK," said Leslie. "Get his parents over here."

She pointed at the first guy that lit up his truck.

It just keeps getting better.

"They don't know we're friends. Well, I guess they do now," said Dayla.

"Mom will go with us," said Darden. "She knows we're friends. She knows everything."

Ah. Everything.

"She hasn't touched us," said Dayla. "It isn't that. She just knows it is good for us."

Given I just felt Darden link to me, I believe her.

Ah. Dayla did too. I can feel it. We all can.

Leslie laughed and joined in.

Now they're all beating each other up. Pretty badly.

But not for long. We're not that brutal. The cops finally arrived, but this is West Virginia. They didn't help us.

They joined them. That's when I floated my S-88 down. Dayla got her parents on board and Darden got his mom.

Oh. Time to get out of here, so we did.

Amyville here we come.

It is what we do.

They were stubborn

OK, I understand. Speedo is an iconic brand and the best known of their companies. Pendland Group, I mean. This is Bill. Mom suggested I go back and tell the story of buying Speedo. The truth is that we didn't buy Speedo. Or only Speedo.

We approached them through an intermediary about selling Speedo. They rebuffed the suggestion. We waited an appropriate amount of time, so we wouldn't be so obvious, and made a play for the entire parent company. They're private, and based in the UK, so the process was a little convoluted. We approached the three largest shareholders, privately, and made them an offer that they just couldn't refuse. Private ownership is confidential? Yeah, right.

OK, I'm kidding. I found out everything I needed to know from Google and Wikipedia. We can't run our country without those two. The company is owned by Stephen Rubin and his family. Stephen is almost 90 but passed the Chairman job to his son Andrew a few years ago.

Jessica and I have a meeting with Andrew in about an hour. It's only 14 kilometers from the London house and Jessica and I spent the night there last night. Sorry, no stories.

Mostly because the darn house was empty. I have no idea why. Daniel and Donnie and crew were all gone. No other people either.

Then again, Jessica and me.

We agonized over what to drive to set the right tone. OK, agonized might not be the right word. We went into the big underground garage and looked around. Come on. You know there is a big underground garage. There are only three UK-owned manufacturers. Morgan, Catterham, and McLaren. Not exactly mainstream Camrys, are they?

Morgan and Catterham are weird cars. Fun, but weird.

So we went McLaren. I guess technically they are not UK-based, given Belen owns them, but she keeps the companies domiciled where they were now.

It is a pretty day, and we wanted a convertible, and we had a few to choose from, but come on. The Elva is smoking. Now, you're probably worried that if it rains suddenly, there would be an issue, given there is no roof, but nope. McLaren invented an active air management system to address the issue of no windshield either, but Belen replaced that with a force field, at least on ours.

It truly is gorgeous. This one is in orange, with a baseball glove color leather. Deep and rich. Belen added the interior color to the options. Every interior had been a variation of black.

Boring.

Did I mention it can fly? That's kind of assumed, isn't it?

We hopped in and took off and flew up the ramp and then towards Pentland's offices. Gosh, Jessica is driving.

And I am sure you're surprised. One nice feature that Belen added was seats that would adjust up for kids our size. Yes, this rare supercar is designed to be driven by 5-year-olds. By the 12-year-old.

Freaking fun.

This time we didn't land down the street and drive up. We landed in the circle in front of their building. Yes, security saw it. So did anyone that happened to be looking out a window. It's not often you see a bright orange supercar float down from the sky.

OK, in our world it is a bit common, but right now we're not in our world, are we?

Yet. Can you hear my maniacal laughter? OK, I'm kidding. Sort of. It feels kind of inevitable. Our world is so different in so many positive ways.

Did I mention the flying McLaren? How about the fact that Jessica and I are a bit tired because we got naked in the hot tub and fucked for hours. Yeah, yeah. Young. You knew we did, just not the details.

Better than you can imagine.

Back on track. We went into reception and there was a young man waiting to escort us up. Everyone was pleasant and there were absolutely no issues.

Not what you expected in one of these stories, now is it? Maybe this will go well. This is where you get the weird twist in one of our stories, right?

Not this time. We met with Andrew and he couldn't have been nicer. He was aware of our acquisitions.

Ah.

That's when I started laughing. Jessica just looked at me. Then she started laughing. Andrew was just standing there, looking bemused. We both calmed down.

"OK," I said. "You really need to understand something if you're going to become part of the Dionysus culture. We value politeness and directness in absolutely everything. Including business. Especially business. When we approached you about Speedo, you should have just asked if we were interested in everything. We would have come to a fair price and closed the deal."

"I know that," he said, smiling.

OMG.

"You did all this because it was fun. It was entertaining. A little subterfuge," I said. "Our Dad is just going to love you. He is the king of corny."

"I certainly hope your dad is going to love me," said Andrew, still smiling.

"OK, that was good," said Jessica. "It left the invitation out there but didn't actually come out and say that you'd like Dad to fuck you in the ass. It was good, but the best response would have been something like I certainly hope your dad would like to fuck me in the ass."

This time he just stared at Jessica for a bit. Then his expression changed, just for a bit, but he caught it and went back to the smile.

"OK, another learning experience," said Jessica. "That was lust, and you controlled the expression well, but you didn't have to. You can enjoy the view. Heck, as soon as we close this deal, I'll declare it a consulate and you can sit on that couch naked and masturbating while Bill fucks me in the ass, and you watch."

"The ass?" said Andrew.

"Out of all that, you focused on her ass?" I said and he laughed.

"Well, she does have a nice ass," he said. "So if I understand it correctly, I could also invite my 14-year-old daughter Paiten, who just happens to be visiting the office today, to join us and she could be bouncing on my cock while we watch."

"Just happens to be visiting the office today," said Jessica.

"Purely a coincidence," he said.

"Yes, you could, if, and this is important, you have her consent," I said.

"Listen, deep down I am a pretty good guy. Paiten and I have been doing a dance for a long time. I'm a single dad with custody. We haven't crossed the line. We both want to cross the line so bad. So damn bad. Honestly, I think we'd get married if we could, but first we would have a blissful first time," he said.

Of course the London house is empty. It makes sense now.

"Hold up," said Jessica. "Your first time with Paiten is not going to be in your office, rutting on the carpet. It is just not. As it turns out, our family house is empty for the weekend and is a consulate. It is yours to enjoy. There are takeout menus in a drawer in the kitchen. Everyone will deliver and automatically bill us, including a tip. None will be surprised if a naked 14-year-old answers the door, covered in cum. Spend the weekend. Bill and I will head home."

"That's an interesting group of restaurants if that won't shock them," he said.

"It is kind of necessary," I said. "Young and cum covered pretty much describes everyone all the time. If someone had to shower and get dressed to accept food, we'd starve to death."

"And now you're imagining me naked and cum covered," said Jessica, with a laugh.

"I know I am," came a voice of a stunning young woman who walked into the office.

Model gorgeous. Tall, thin, uplifted B cup breasts, wearing a one-piece Speedo.

"Playing around in the studio?" asked Andrew.

"Yes, and as soon as they declare the building a consulate, I'll show you the videos," she said. Oh boy.

"Delete those right now," said Jessica. "Seriously. They're time stamped before it was a consulate." Paiten didn't object. She pulled out her phone and at least appeared to be deleting them.

"Too bad. The one with the hairbrush handle was fun," she said.

I'll bet it was.

"So what's the plan?" said Paiten. "When does Dad get to take my cherry."

"You're a virgin?" asked Andrew, in a surprised voice.

"Dad, Dionysus has always been our destiny," she said. "We both know it. Yes, I'm a virgin because the first time is special, but after that, we're a randy pair. I overheard you say that the house was ours for the weekend. How about ours for the night, and then you invite some friends."

"Top 5," said Jessica. "Go."

"Bob, Orlando, Gabe, Luca, Bill," said Paiten.

"You put me on that list," said Bill.

"Sure. Smart is sexy," said Paiten. "You're also freaking gorgeous. Small, but gorgeous. Hell yes."

Jessica turned to Andrew and asked the same question.

"Amy, Grace, Carlina, Tegan, Cassie," said Andrew. "Honestly, Jessica, you would have been on my list, but you're too young."

"For now," laughed Jessica. "For now."

Yeah, we all moaned. I think Paiten went over a little.

The wet spot in her Speedo seems to imply that.

Just then Andrew's phone buzzed. Then it buzzed again.

"Pardon me," said Andrew. "That is our emergency signal."

"My mistake," he said. "The first confirmed the deal closed and the second confirmed that this building is a consulate."

"How handy is that!" said Paiten. "But they're right, not here. Do you think the two of you could stay with us? I could use the support."

"And a fluffer," said Andrew.

"That too," said Paiten. "That too."

"Before we bolt to your house, which we will, I have to ask why you targeted Speedo," said Andrew.

"You know how your swimsuits for the really young kids have snaps at the bottom?" asked Jessica.

"Sure," said Andrew.

"We think you should make those for adults and older kids too," I said.

"That's interesting. For women that are not going for speed, it would be convenient when they needed to use the restroom," said Andrew. That's when Paiten laughed.

"While that is true Dad," said Paiten. "That is not the primary purpose for the snaps. At least for them."

"What else would...oh," he said. "Oh yes."

"So are you going to do an ad campaign bluntly explaining the varied uses of the snaps?" asked Paiten.

"Yes," Jessica, Paiten, and I said.

"Jinx," she said, clearly proud of herself.

"I hope you have a change of clothes," said Jessica.

"Why?" said Paiten, just as Jessica leaned in to kiss her. Certainly ruined the suit. And maybe the carpet.

Well that escalated quickly.

We said their first time should be at the house. We didn't say anything about our going down on Paiten.

It was glorious. We're good at it, especially as a team. We also taught Paiten how to suck a cock. No, not Andrew's. Mine.

Right before I fucked Jessica. A teaching moment, right? You can't waste a teaching moment. Yes, in the ass. That was the teaching moment.

I said Andrew could watch, masturbating. Turns out he could watch while Paiten gave him a blowjob. From his expression, it seems like our lesson was a success.

I'm sure their weekend was spectacular.

Back in London

We're back in London for our first advertising shoot. This is Jessica. It is Bill and me, Nylah and Colby, and Mom, Dad, and Pari. We're all going to be in the shoot. We had to convince Mom, since she still doesn't think she has her body back. We're 5. You're smoking. We can't wait.

Well, we can't. Sucking on those amazing breasts will have a different meaning. Maybe I'll even have nipple bumps by then. You're liking the image, aren't you? Me, a little older, with nipple bumps, going down on Mom while Dad slides in. In me, not Mom, if I needed to be more specific.

Anyway, we're at the office in the photo studio. Paiten is here, too. We'd like her to do a shoot. She's all for it, but Andrew isn't so sure. We promised that we could do the shoot and they could decide. It didn't seem like the time to remind him that Paiten is a legal adult, so by they could decide, I meant it was entirely up to her.

"I forgot to mention, I invited Luke and Cassie too," said Bill. "They'll be here soon."

Andrew did not understand why the entire room moaned. Literally. Including the photographer. I looked at him and he just shrugged.

"Come on," said the photographer. "You all moaned."

Point taken.

The photographer is Orval. Orval is French. Orval is also 22. Orval will fit in well. Not into me, per se, but you get the idea. Mom, Dad, Pari, Luke, and Cassie are all of age. You'll notice no Karolina. She wasn't ready for this.

Which is just fine.

"We have an assortment of suits," said Rheta. Rheta is responsible for dressing us. She has an eye. Rheta is also 17. Bill can't keep his eyes off of Rheta.

Of course we have an exception. You can't do this shoot without one. Yeah, we're going there. Even if we won't publish them all.

"Why don't we keep it informal, and you just pick what you want for the first few shots. We'll change them out and I can guide you as we go along," said Rheta. I don't think it is helping that Rheta and Orval are in the spirit of the shoot. Orval is in a traditional Speedo. And only a traditional Speedo. Rheta is in a boy short style suit. You know the bottoms that are boy shorts, right?

That is all Rheta is wearing. Rheta is tall, thin, and has luscious A cups.

I can't wait. Hey, I like nibbling on nipples. Who doesn't?

I walked over and found the perfect suits for Bill and me. They're classic Speedos. His are traditional, while mine has the snaps. Other than that, they're a matching white. I pulled off my shirt, which led to a flurry and everyone in the room started stripping and changing. Which is when Luke and Cassie walked in.

We all stopped to watch Cassie get undressed. Come on. Sexy AF? You know damn well we did. She picked a simple one piece, in dark blue, complete with snaps. This shoot was timed nicely. Cassie had Lindy and Luke has turned 9.

Oh God.

Orval had setup a big open area, in stark white. Background and floor are white. I took Bill's hand and dragged him to the middle. We did a few of the classic standing with your brother poses and I think they'll be great. Rheta did hand me a top to wear in some of them.

Good grief.

Bill got in the spirit though and made her get him a top for some shots, too. I know Bill. Those are getting published. He is making a point.

With his nipples. A point with his nipples. Oh yeah, going in Dad's log.

Finally we stripped off the ridiculous tops and I pushed him on his back. I sat across his legs and we wrestled a bit. It was fun and I am sure some of those are great, too. We ended up with me straddling him and the shot will be spectacular. You see, I am right over his cock, which is gloriously hard and clearly visible through the suit.

Nice.

Orval took a whole series of shots and then I held up my hand. I unsnapped the bottom of my suit and we did some more shots. It is really obvious that my pussy must be bare, but you can't see anything.

Then I sat down, with the front part flaring out a little onto Bill's chest. I am sitting directly on Bill's cock, although it is still in his suit. More shots from Orval. I lifted up again and looked down and there are two visible wet spots. One at the tip of his cock, from precum, and another where my pussy was straddling his cock.

Orval kept shooting. I lifted up onto my knees and pulled the front of Bill's suit down and his cock popped right back up.

Then I sat down again. The shots will look similar to the ones where I wasn't impaled on his cock, since you can't really see anything, but they'll know. It is in the eyes. The smile. The joy.

I like sitting on Bill's cock.

Orval got down low, and I lifted up and half off Bill's cock. I gently lifted up and down while Orval continued to shoot. I don't think Bill starting to twist my nipples was going to make it into our advertising campaign, but it would be popular. I could feel him swell and I lifted up and off just as he came.

Which he really did. The last shots, I lifted up the front of the suit so there is a great shot of my engorged pussy, Bill's fading cock, and the cum all over his chest.

That would sell suits.

At least in Dionysus.

Paiten here

We'll go back to the photo shoot, but I want to tell the story about our first night together. It was so romantic. Dad, who I think I should call Andrew now, brought flowers. We stopped at our favorite Thai place for takeout and spend a joyous dinner laughing and talking. The entire tone of our relationship had changed. Now you're wondering about Bill and Jessica. You know, our whisperers, but they promised to be here at 2000. They said they had things to do, but I am pretty confident that they were just giving us privacy for dinner.

The entire tone. He is not my dad anymore, although of course he is. He's my lover, or soon will be.

It was spectacular. Fireworks in the air. Never want to leave the bed incredible.

Did I mention that Jessica showed us an entirely new use for a spatula?

Back at the photo shoot

Paiten again. My turn to model a bit. I'm up first with Arely. I just met Arely. I'm going to meet Arely.

Lewis, too.

Arely and I started with similar one-piece suits. We took some fun shots with a beach ball. Lewis joined the shot in his Speedo.

The little guy is endowed.

Then Arely changed into bikini bottoms. Oh hell, yes, so did I.

We played a little. Then we played a little. We finished the shoot with me sitting on Lewis. Yes, sitting on Lewis. Arely was sitting in a similar position.

On Orlando.

Then we switched.

I like being a model.

Luke and Cassie, oh my

Cassie here. I'm doing a sexy photoshoot, in and out of a swimsuit, with post-baby chub. I don't love it, but I don't hate it. I'm a freaking mom and I'm losing the weight pretty quickly. I'm a mom. Mom's look like this. I'm doing it with my pookie bear, Luke.

It's going to get steamy.

Maybe not quite as steamy as adding in Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie.

That made it pretty steamy. Then Paiten, Lewis, and Arely joined us.

I'm not sure the last shots would sell suits. Just us all naked and fucking with the suits in a pile.

"Oh yes it would," said Andrew.

OK, maybe he has a point.

I'm glad to have been invited by Jessica and Bill.

Right?

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