18 April 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?

Blackmail? Seriously?

Chris here. The head of our domestic intelligence service, Gregg, asked to see me. He used to report to me. Now he reports to Hill. The prime minister appoints the head of the DI5. We stole all this shit from the British. We found it all through Google.

You've got to start somewhere. No more of Gregg calling me ma'am.

Sometimes I make Orlando call me ma'am, but only when we were in bed. It makes us laugh.

Anyway, back to Gregg. It had been just Hill, but it got too big. Apparently the FBI had shared with him that there was an ongoing blackmail attempt against both Kyrsten and me.

They had pictures of us. In the Lincoln bedroom. We weren't discussing politics.

Shit.

He was clearly embarrassed to bring this to me, which was a bit hilarious given he'd fucked me in the ass just yesterday. They'd told us about the pictures but hadn't made a demand yet. I needed to talk to Kyrsten, privately, which was hard to do with the President of the United States. I also needed to talk to Mom and Dad. I'd start there. I was at the office, so I made my way to Mom and Dad's house. I found them on the back patio fucking. So unsurprising. OK, telling them could wait. It was handy they were doing it doggy style because I slid right underneath. Oh yeah, Mom got me off. More than once. I helped her get off and got one hell of a facial, although Dad focused more on my puffies.

He likes to lick my puffies. So he did. Yes, I can cum from nipple play, too.

Damn, did I ever.

We finally finished and showered in the deck shower. Damn, that water is cold. That's why the three of us sat on lounges talking with rock hard nipples. I admit my puffies are even sexier when my nipples are hard. I finally had to put on a shirt, or we weren't getting anywhere. My puffies are admired.

I explained what Gregg had told me. Dad getting hard at Gregg's name wasn't really helping, but we did take a break to take care of his problem. After all, he hadn't fucked me yet. Just imagine the first time with Mom and me in reversed roles. She got the load on her spectacular breasts and let me tell you they are spectacular. I nuzzled right down into them. Right beside Dad. There were lots of cum filled kisses.

All of this was the root of the problem, of course, but we were horny. We're so rarely horny.

Did I sell that?

"So what should we do?" I asked.

"Ultimately that's your and Kyrsten's call," said Mom. "My suggestion would be to respond to any questions or allegations with something to the effect of the private lives of two adults are none of their business. If they push the age thing, repeat it. Over and over. It's true, too. My God, you were mature enough to be the freaking President but not to lick someone's clit?"

"I agree," said Dad. "Particularly the clit part. You're pretty good at it." Yeah, that's Dad. A really bad joke.

"Still not funny," said Mom. Dad just grinned.

"I don't have any better ideas," I said. "The risk isn't for me, it is for Kyrsten. She risks getting impeached, but I don't think that would happen."

"Are you sure pictures actually exist or is this a bluff?" asked Dad.

"Oh, that's a great question. How would they have gotten pictures? There was never anyone in the room with us. Ever," I said. "Hidden cameras would be a big felony, too."

"Then push that but carefully. Don't say it didn't happen, but don't admit anything. Say that you don't believe such pictures exist. It is a fine line but don't ever lie," said Dad. "Direct questions should get the none of your business comment."

"OK, but I have to talk to Kyrsten privately," I said.

"Do it at tonight's state dinner," said Mom. What? I saw she was on her phone.

"The state dinner that Kyrsten is coming to at our house in a few hours. With Kira," said Mom.

That's Mom. Handling everything. It's not like Kira couldn't hear the conversation although she wouldn't. No need to open up the circle.

"Davis and Barb are flying them over and coming to dinner, too. It turns out a President can be a bit spontaneous when invited by a Queen," said Mom, with a laugh.

"Barb and Davis," said Dad. "Yum." Then he got hard again. Mom actually slapped his cock.

"Save it. You'll need it," said Mom.

"Yes I will," said Dad. "But it doesn't mean I can't get you off." With that, I left them, with Dad on his knees getting Mom off. I suspect that happened a lot.

Oh hell, you knew it happened a lot.

This sucked, and it shouldn't

Still Chris. This sucked. Two consenting adults, dammit. The dinner was great fun, but before dessert I took Kyrsten into a quiet room and explained the problem.

"Well fuck," said Kyrsten. "I don't get it. Do you think they're for real or is this a bluff? How could they have pictures?"

"I don't know that they have," I said. "I've seen absolutely nothing." Just then Mom ran into the room and turned on the TV.

A Congressman was having a press conference. A Congressman I couldn't stand. I'd supported and funded him, and he was a fucking Benedict Arnold. It had all been smoke. He also had presidential aspirations.

And pictures. I have to say that even though they blurred out the naughty bits, we looked good in bed. They'd edited it quite well so it showed just about anything that two women could do together. Lots of oral and then the double-ended dildo. You had to infer some of that, but given I was there, I kind of knew what happened. The funny thing is that it showed two attractive adult women enjoying each other's company. The most controversial part was probably that I was married. Not Kyrsten. The 15-year-old in the pictures was a married woman and cheating.

We threw ideas and approaches out for a bit and then Kyrsten shook her head.

"This is stupid. Anything we do that isn't the blunt truth will come out to bite us. I think we do a joint press conference. We say very clearly that we're consenting adults whose privacy was violated and that while others may not quite understand, the two of us are fine with it and so is Noah. Noah could even speak, too. I think you actually come out and give the love is love and sex is sex speech and clearly state that we're both legal adults and have both been President of the United States," said Kyrsten. I admit we both laughed at that last part.

The first two women to hold the presidency were really good in bed. With each other.

"Wait," I said. "I know exactly what night that was. Where's Noah? He was in the bed with us almost all night. Do they have those pictures, too?"

Yes, they did. The next photo they released was me underneath Kyrsten and Noah was fucking Kyrsten doggie-style. This time they didn't blur anything out either. Damn, we looked good. Really good.

Well, that might get her a few votes.

"Well, at least they know I really am bisexual now," said Kyrsten.

Let's nip it in the bud

Kyrsten here. It was time. I honestly wasn't even worried about it. I would either get reelected or not. I've done a lot of good and will always hold the title of former President. I'd like to get reelected, but I wasn't overwhelmed by it. We decided to do an interview rather than a press conference. We were doing it in the family quarters. I was sitting in a chair that was perpendicular to the love seat on which Noah and Chris were sitting, holding hands. We were all fairly casual, in polos and shorts. I loved it and it was a lot more common in my White House. Chris had a small Hayden logo on hers. Noah looked knock your socks off spectacular. Regardless of the outcome of the interview, I was having them both again tonight.

Across from us in his own chair was Shep Smith, the former news director for Fox News. He was a surprisingly moderate voice during the worst of Fox. They're still on the conservative end of the spectrum but have come way back from being propaganda. Could it have been when Hannity was convicted?

Maybe.

Shep's back at Fox now. This was going to be particularly interesting because it was going to be broadcast live. One misstep would be bad. Here we go.

"I'm going to jump right in with both feet," said Shep. "Pictures were released that many considered scandalous. They clearly show you, Ms. President, in compromising positions with two minors."

"Why I'd love to see those pictures," said Kyrsten. "I've never seen anything even remotely close to what you're suggesting." Fuck'em. He was going to have to work for it.

"Now, come on. Don't play semantics," said Shep. "Pictures with these two right here." He waved his hand, indicating us. I took a breath to see if either Noah or Chris would jump in. I didn't want to dominate. Chris didn't disappoint me.

"Well why didn't you say so," said Chris. "There are no minors in those pictures. Those are photographs that were illegally made without our permission and violated our privacy. Doing so was a felony, so we'd welcome any information you had on how those photos of three consenting adults were taken." That confused Shep for a minute, but Noah jumped in.

"I find this entire interview fascinating," said Noah. "You point out that, in your mistaken position, Chris is a minor. Chris is the retired President of the United States. So she's just fine as the President, but can't have sex? That's just silly. As has been pointed out, both Chris and I are adults and have been for a while. There is nothing scandalous about this. Three friends that have a healthy sexual relationship. Do you know how difficult it is to have good sex in the White House? Kyrsten is single. Kyrsten likes sex. And?"

I think this had gone differently than Shep thought it would. He was prepared for us to deny and he would get to the bottom of it. He didn't count on us happily admitting that yes it was us and boy did we look good.

"It's too bad it wasn't a video," said Chris. "You all might have learned a few things. But listen. We view sex a little differently than some cultures. Sex is sex, love is love. We enjoy sex. We don't think that sex defines love or love defines sex. Sex with someone you love, who is your soulmate, is earth shattering and I can attest to that both on and off the planet." Sure, let them imagine these two gorgeous kids fucking in space.

"Our research is clearly showing that our approach is healthy and that when introduced properly to our youth as they grow up, they are able to do spectacular things. Do I need to remind you of the accomplishments of our friends and family? We fuck. We like it. What else is there to say?"

I don't think they expected any of us to cuss. That went out live.

Ah well. The interview was shorter than Shep expected.

Well I'll be darned

Kyrsten here. First I'll get the mess out of the way. A spot poll the next days showed my approval rating higher than any in the modern era. My disapproval rating dropped to 3%. Three percent.

They loved that I fucked Chris and Noah. Hell, if we broadcast it live, I'd probably hit 100% approval.

That's not what we quite expected, but it does show how the world is adapting and changing.

So, back to that night. Of course, if their children were being interviewed live about a difficult topic, the supportive parents were there. We actually had them there to join the conversation for support but didn't need them. People liked us fucking. I still think that's cool.

So Bob, Amy, Gail, and Will were here.

So were Chris and Noah, of course.

Don't forget Barb and Davis. Hell, they make me moan. Several times a week. They're my best friends!

That is one hell of a fun extended family. Don't you love it when all the in-laws get along so well? Something about watching Will fuck Bob in the ass just tells me of the love between the families.

Right?

Hey, don't use it all up, boys. I did appreciate that my female friends all deferred to me. As they put it, they had access to unlimited cock while I didn't, so if they could deliver cock they would.

That was quite a sentence. I will say I am likely to be sore tomorrow. I don't have a lot of experience with DP, but I do know what Davis in the back was a new experience for me. Although watching Davis and Bob kissing while they're both inside me was a real turn-on. I don't get people that are offended by same sex fun. It's amazing! Why limit yourself?

Hey, I just realized.

I don't have to hide it anymore. I can invite people to spend the night.

Oh God. I was making a list.

Bob, Amy, and Pari top the list.

It is a long list. A very long list. A very, very long list. Being President ain't so bad when I can fuck more. I'll bet Chris wishes this had happened when she was President.

Yes I damn well do

I barely got any! Now Kyrsten can fuck all she wants.

Good for her. I'm happy for her. Come on, you have to know that. I thought I'd share an update. If you're going to try to blackmail us, you should be better at it. It took Gregg about two hours to figure out how it happened. A janitor in the White House had been paid by the Congressman to plant cameras. Lots of cameras. I can't believe we didn't regularly scan for them.

It wouldn't have been so stupid, except the Congressman paid him with a personal check. I would be a better criminal than that and we all know it. Jessica would be a better criminal.

OK, let's just all acknowledge that Jessica would be an outstanding criminal.

One challenge for a bad criminal that targets the President, who happens to be quite close with the leadership of Dionysus, is that our extradition request was approved. I had to love that the team that came to perp walk him included Leslie. In full uniform. With an ion gun strapped to her chest.

There is something about Leslie in uniform with the gun on her chest that is so damn sexy. A strong, powerful young woman. You should have seen it. She led the team. That walk. That confidence. That smile. I don't care who watched the video, they were turned on. You could be solidly gay, and Leslie would turn you on.

Then again, the continuum.

OK, OK, right behind Leslie, in the same uniform, with the same ion gun, was me. It was just too much fun not to be. Yes, of course I am on a Zeta team. As the former President I can go freaking anywhere.

Leslie and I were going somewhere tonight. Repeatedly.

Because of our connections, we did this very visibly and very publicly. On the floor of Congress. The security teams had all been notified and we just walked through the buzzing metal detectors. Behind the two of us were Gregg and Hill. Bring the big guns. OK, the guns are small. Bring the big guys.

Oh hell, we were fucking later. Something about dropping a douche off at prison and then bopping over to the Space Station.

We had timed it perfectly. He was at the podium halfway through a speech about the sickness that is Dionysus. I freaking supported this dude. What. the. fuck.

Everyone else saw us before he did. He was on the throes of a speech about fucking. OK, he didn't use the word fucking, but you could tell he was talking about all our fucking.

I'll be damned. This was because he wasn't doing the fucking. Oh, he'd propositioned me before. Many times.

He did this because he wanted in my pants. Well dude. We're putting you in with the orange dude. Have at it.

We marched right down the aisle and he saw us just as we got to him.

"You're under arrest," said Leslie. He was too stunned to react. Yet.

Then he started screaming about false arrest. I'm pretty sure no one was listening. They're all mesmerized by Leslie's tits in her uniform. I love my puffies, but damn, Leslie's tits are awesome. Just pushing out that uniform.

"I demand a lawyer. You didn't read me the Miranda. I'm a member of Congress," he said. This was mine. I got in close but positioned myself so the mic would pick it up.

"You are a terrible criminal. Finding the payments you made to illegally hide a camera was ludicrously simple. Dude, you wrote a check," I said.

"I have rights!" he screamed.

"The United States approved our extradition request. We'll be taking you into custody and doing the sentencing," I said.

"Sentencing? I need a lawyer. How do trials work?" he asked.

"We don't have trials. You committed a crime against a Princess. Me. A member of the Royal Family. We know you're guilty. We jump right to the sentencing," I said.

That's when he started to cry.

"Who decides my sentence? I'm sorry. So sorry," he said. He was blubbering now. Just bawling.

Good.

"You committed your crime against me. Therefore I set your sentence," I said. His face fell.

"What is my sentence?" he asked, still crying.

"You have two choices," I said. "You can go to prison, which is not pretty, particularly since your cell would be right next to a really annoying orange man."

You should have looked at the expression on his face.

"What's my other choice?" he squeaked.

"You can stand at that podium and apologize to all involved. Then you'll resign from Congress, effective immediately, and retire from public life. Permanently. If you try to run for office again, I'll take you up to the prison personally," I said.

"What happens to the person I paid?" he said. Honestly, I was surprised he cared.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because this was all my mistake. I was stupid. I was frustrated and took it out on all of you and involved an innocent person," he said. Wow, that was interesting.

"Why were you frustrated?" I asked. His blush said it all. It said it all to everyone. C-SPAN was carrying this live.

He stood behind the podium and made what I believe to be a heartfelt apology. He resigned, as expected. He was clearly deflated.

"This is all I know," he said.

"You come to work for Hayden," I said. "You'll still have the opportunity to do good, you'll just have more money with which to do it."

"Huh?" he said.

"You heard me," I said.

"Why would you do that?" he asked.

"Because under it all, I think you're a good person. You let your cock do your thinking for you and it backfired," I said. Oops. C-SPAN doesn't expect profanity and doesn't have anybody to bleep it out.

The retired President just said cock on live TV.

Why not.

Our lives are interesting. Oh, and his name is Adam. The funny thing is that now that he apologized, he might actually get in my pants.

A night of pool

We shouldn't have. We knew we shouldn't have. But we did. We knew it might not end well.

We did it anyway. Sometimes we're young and stupid. We sure were in this story. We fucked up.

So here's the deal. This is Morgan. I'm on a girls' night out with Sophia, Leslie, Rylee, and Ruby.

We're a pretty fucking sexy group and you know we'll get naked later and get each other off. If all goes well, we will have a number of available cocks, too.

We like cock. It could be our mantra. Then again so could we like pussy. Or puffies. Or nipple bumps.

Or virgins on their ninth birthday. That's a good one.

Then again, for several in our group, virgins on their seventh birthday. A favorite of Leslie. Yeah, bet you didn't know that. OK, maybe it was predictable.

So here's the deal. We're dressed up sexy as hell and are going to a pool hall/bar. In downtown Detroit. Why Detroit?

It is a scientific study to determine if BBC is fact or fiction.

Kidding, sort of. No real reason, other than it is ethnically diverse and has some rough dudes.

Cock, remember?

Now, before you worry about sex in the wild, we declared the bar a consulate, even though we don't own it. Maybe on the edge, but no one, and I mean no one, is going to mess with us.

So, let me set the scene. I'm dressed in cutoff jeans and a tight, thin t-shirt with a scoop neck that scoops a little too far. Nipslips abound. The shorts are barely there. My ass hangs out and at times you can see a pussy lip.

I might be the most modestly dressed of us. Sophia is in gym shorts, complete with Juicy on the ass that I think she borrowed from Nylah's closet. Or maybe Jessica's. She's wearing a wife-beater tank top that came from the same closet and had seen better days. There is a hole in the shirt, near her left nipple, and the nipple keeps popping through.

Leslie and Rylee are wearing matching outfits. Rompers. Paper thin, damn near transparent, super tight rompers. Leslie's is pink and Rylee's is pale blue. I'm pretty sure they put rouge on their nipples, too. Likely their pussy lips, too.

Because we can see them quite clearly. Their hair is in French braid pigtails, too. They've got the too young, too sexy vibe.

Then there is Ruby. Oh Ruby. She's wearing terry cloth booty shorts that are so threadbare that I am surprised they don't just disintegrate. When she leans over for a shot, she's going to flash her entire pussy. But that's the conservative part. She's wearing a bikini top that is both too small, in coverage area, and too large to fit properly. She keeps having to adjust it because an entire boob will fall out. Mostly she just leaves it out.

Yes, we were tempting people, but we were going to put out, so it would be alright, wouldn't it?

We're young and stupid.

We used Yelp and found the bar with the lowest reputation. We particularly looked for reviews complaining that the men were too aggressive. We want to get laid, right?

We walked in and it was a cool night, so we all had on some kind of a jacket. A table had just opened up, so we gathered around it and dumped our stuff. We were sure that there was some convention of who got the table next, but you read the descriptions of us. No one was going to complain. We could hear the buzz. The entire place was filled up with a surprisingly ethnically diverse group of men and a few women. More than we even expected. The men were almost universally big, rough guys. The women were sexy, but not in our league. They came across as slutty while we can across as, well, sluttier.

A look we all like. Hell, they were all turning me on something fierce. I am confident that we're all dripping wet. The first time that Ruby leaned over the table, I confirmed that. I think she might have even dripped on the floor. I know I did. I'll use myself as another example. My scoop neck top was a little loose. If you happened to be across the table from me, you didn't just get a nipslip. You saw the girls in their glory. Still OK with it. We might have gone a little too far with being flirty and touchy with each other. At least when Sophia rocked through a huge orgasm. Hey, all I had done was kiss her. The guys in the bar appreciated it. The few girls seemed to appreciate it even more.

Then there was Leslie and Rylee. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. Right now, Leslie is sitting in Rylee's lap. Facing her. Kissing her. Pushing their big tits against each other.

Oh. That's going to leave a puddle. I did appreciate that a guy quickly came out with a mop and cleaned it up. Ruby sat on the chair while he did with her legs spread wide. To his credit, he did a decent job mopping without taking his eyes off Ruby's pussy. I think she got carried away with her smile, because everyone in the bar knew he'd just cum in his pants. He smiled big and wore it with pride. You go, dude. He headed back to the janitor's closet and Ruby followed him.

His life will never be the same.

We played for a while and were surprised that no one approached us. Ruby rejoined us. We even flirted, pretty hard, with a lot of the men and nothing. Finally we figured out why.

When the biggest guy in the bar walked over, flipped the sign to closed, and locked the door. He leaned back against it with a baseball bat in his hand. This was not a turn we expected, but honestly, not surprising. We'd deal with it. We'd still fuck who we wanted to fuck. We did realize we fucked up.

Ruby took the lead. Are you surprised? She jumped up onto the table.

"Now, boys, that wasn't necessary. We didn't come in here, dressed like this, without expecting to suck some cock and get fucked. We're looking forward to it. No need to use force. But we have a challenge for you," said Ruby. WTF? A challenge.

"A bare knuckle fight. You pick your side. I'll fight on ours. A bet. Let's make a bet," said Ruby. "Who is your fighter?" Oh Ruby, this isn't going to end well.

The crowd parted. The biggest white guy I have ever seen walked up. Maybe 6'5", muscles that were stretching his shirt. Muscles on his muscles. Everything. Sexy AF.

"Why you?" asked Ruby, clearly not scared at all.

"Because I'm the biggest, the toughest, and have the biggest cock. I'm going to tear up that pussy of yours," he said.

"Really. I won't ask how you know you have the biggest cock, but you're making a pretty big assumption that you'll win," said Ruby. Damn near the entire bar laughed. Ruby is gorgeous, but Ruby is small. She is in incredible shape, with great abs, but not that muscular.

"You think you can take me, do you?" asked Ruby. "Then let's make a bet."

"What's the bet?" asked a girl. I admit. She's sexy. Voluptuous, spilling out of her top, Hispanic. I'd do her, too. We're not freaking out, because we know this is stupid macho culture and, frankly, we knew Ruby would win.

"If he wins, we all strip and you can get in line and fuck us, one by one," said Ruby. "We like to fuck. We'll be the best you've ever had."

That caused a murmur around the bar. The guys were clearly picking their line, so to speak. I heard a few that were going to be in my line, with a focus on my tits. Hey, if you like big tits...

"Don't worry. As many times as you can get it up, we'll fuck ya," said Leslie.

"What if you win?" said the girl, to much laughter in the bar.

"Then the guy with the second biggest cock fucks him in the ass, doggy style, on this table," said Ruby. "Then we pick who we want to fuck us. Some of you we'll pick. Some you won't. And you lick my pussy to get me ready."

And that's where Ruby crossed the line. She didn't catch it then. None of us did. We did after. It still freaks us out. Nothing is coerced in our world. Shit. They did lock the door, planning a gangbang rape, so she went there, but shouldn't have. She knows it, after the fact.

The girl smiled at what Ruby said. Hell a few of the guys did, too.

"Well, since the chance of you winning is zero, I don't care what the bet is," said the dude.

"What's your name?" asked Ruby. "Just the first name."

"He's Marcus," said the girl. She seemed to be the spokesperson now.

With that Ruby jumped off the table and faced Marcus and stood there with her arms at her side.

"Let's go," she said. "Take your best shot." Marcus reacted. He swung with a huge roundhouse, putting all his weight behind it. Like that wasn't predictable. Ruby just dodged it, and he had too much momentum and crashed to the floor. He got credit though because he bounced back up. He charged, still being predictable. Ruby quickly backed up, almost to the wall, and at the last minute, side-stepped again.

He went headfirst into the wall. That had to sting. He stood back up, a little groggy, and shook it off. The dude is tough, I'll give him that. He likes to fight, too. How do I know?

Because he is visibly hard. Impressively hard. Ruby dodged in quickly and gave his cock a visible squeeze and jumped back.

Oh. Sorry, dude. Now you have to fight with a wet spot. That's going to chafe.

He danced a little and at least realized that he needed to spar a little more. He came in close and threw a little jab, but with some force. Ruby rode it back, but I knew she didn't feel any force. Ruby is pretty invulnerable.

Then she took a shot. A hard shot. To his nose.

And broke it. Ouch. I don't think she meant to break his nose, because it startled her enough that he was able to get her into a bear hug. That's not cool.

A knee to the crotch broke her free. He's panting now and clearly in pain. Ruby could easily have finished him off, but she let him recover. He had one more, painfully slow jab, and she just easily sidestepped it.

"Want to give up?" asked Ruby. "I don't want to hurt you. I didn't mean to break your nose."

Being stupid, he took one more swing. Ruby easily swept it aside and went in close.

And kissed him. He was damn close to cumming again. A Ruby kiss? Hell, I think I came from watching it. Just then the crowded parted and a shorter Hispanic dude walked through. Naked. He is ripped and sexy, but about 5'8".

And has a hard, 11-inch (28 cm) cock.

"Time to pay up Marcus," said the dude. Marcus looked at his cock, then at the crowd. He looked concerned.

"Listen," said Ruby. "You don't have to pay up."

"Yes, he does," said the Hispanic dude.

"No, he doesn't," said Ruby, in her stern voice. "And if I say he doesn't, he doesn't. Don't make me kick your ass, too." We had all realized the mistake at this point.

Oh boy. You had to expect it. He took a swing at Ruby. She wasn't having any of it. She caught his hand and pushed him to the ground and twisted his arm. He was fighting to get away and she wasn't budging. There was absolutely nothing he could do. Another naked guy walked up. This guy was black, but compact and muscular. A 9-inch (23 cm), very thick, cock.

"On the table J," he said. The Hispanic dude is J. It was time for me to step in. This had gotten out of control.

"No," I said. "No one is going to do anything they don't want. We didn't mean to start this. We were just having fun and being sexy. If you want to use that, pick one of us. We caused this."

"No," said J. "It's OK." It is? He climbed up on the table and got on his knees. The third guy got up, too.

"Wait," said Leslie. "J. Which one of us do you want to fuck?" He looked at us, one by one, and finally pointed at Rylee. She laughed and got up onto the table. She got on her knees and let J slide in.

Then J got fucked. We all watched. It was pretty powerful. Rylee pulled off and J came all over her. She had flipped over, and it was everywhere. Her tits. Her pussy. Her face. Her hair. She pointed at the girl that had been involved, and then at the cum, just as the new guy filled up J.

That's when Sophia got involved. She walked over and stripped off her top. Damn. She pointed at the third guy.

"Clean him up. Suck it out and kiss it to him," she said. The guy laughed.

"If you don't, I will simply kick your ass," said Sophia. "She's not the only tough one." Sophia reached out to the guy next to her, while she was talking, and casually flipped him onto his ass with just a flip of her wrist. I had no doubt she used her powers, but it was effective as hell.

The dude did it, too. We don't normally push like this, but they locked the fucking door. Finally the little bit of fucking was done, and Ruby jumped up on the table.

"This is done," she said, in her stern voice, which quieted the entire crowd. "We came here expecting to get fucked repeatedly. That's why we freaking came. This is wrong and you damn well know it is wrong. Anyone in this bar can fuck me that apologizes in a way I believe. Then you have to convince me that you know better and shit like this won't happen again. Ever."

"How would you know?" asked the girl. We finally found out she is Amber.

"Because the Yelp reviews for this place will skyrocket and the comments will be things like everyone in the bar was so respectful and I felt completely safe." Leslie jumped up onto the table.

"Here's the deal. You can go home frustrated and angry, or you can all have the night of your lives. You have to make a promise and mean it, too," said Leslie. "Tonight is anything goes night. You always wanted to get fucked by your best friend, then that's tonight. We will even help and teach you. Be honest. Be direct. Say please. The pledge is that nothing that happens leaves this bar or this group. And no one has to do anything they don't want to. If you try, I will personally kick your ass and I'm bigger and stronger than Ruby." I doubt that was true, but at the moment Leslie's tits were stretching her romper to the limit and I'm pretty sure that was everyone's focus. Sophia handed Leslie a big jar of lube she had in her purse. Hey, we come prepared. Or cum prepared. Both.

"See?" said Leslie. "We're all prepared."

That started a buzz of conversation that was surprisingly muted. Then one dude actually raised his freaking hand. A sexy AF dude.

"We'll answer any questions. Anything," said Ruby. "It just stays in the bar."

"You're Ruby, aren't you?" asked the guy.

"Yes," she said. "What's your name?"

"Jamir," he said. Let me describe this sexy dude. He's about 5'6", skinny to the point of emaciated, and doesn't look like he has ever grown a facial hair. His voice is soft, but strong.

Yes, he is a sexy dude. Do you know why? Because he freaking raised his hand and was polite.

But him calling out Ruby changed everything. The stunned looks on their faces said it all. Ruby is an icon. Tampa, Los Angeles, and more. Crime is so far down in those cities that it is barely measurable. I went to a street party in Newark last week. It was dominated by kids. There were bounce houses. People were grilling. In downtown Newark.

And it stopped promptly at 2100. 9 PM.

So people could get to sleep and be ready for work.

Ruby might be more than an icon.

"Let's keep it simple," said Leslie. "If you can't live by those rules, leave now. No one will shame you. No one will believe you. Ruby in this bar. Sure. But if you stay, it will be the night of your lives. Trust us."

Jamir raised his hand again. He looked at Sophia.

"May I please fuck you, Sophia?" he said. "Would you teach me how to go down on you first?" He knew who she was. He smiled at Ruby, who laughed.

"Yes, to both things, but it feels like a class is in order," said Sophia. "Amber, up on the table and strip. I'll show them all how to do it on you. If you want."

I think Amber levitated onto the pool table she moved so fast.

Wait, did she levitate? We might have to come back to that.

Then Sophia stripped, to polite cheers. Seriously. Not loud and raucous. Polite. Sophia put on a clinic. Literally. Narrating what she was doing. Pointing out the body parts. Teaching them all the basics, and then a few more sophisticated things. All the other pool tables had been pushed over and there were people on the floor and on the tables watching. Some were smart enough to position themselves to have the view of Sophia's ass and wide open, dripping, pussy.

OK, I am one of those. After getting Amber off quite a few times, Sophia shifted positions. She still was licking Amber's pussy, but it gave Amber access to hers. Amber either already knew how, or paid attention, because Sophia shot over. I walked over to Jamir and undressed him. He asked if he could please undress me, too.

Why yes you can, my new friend. While the two of them were in a 69, I taught Jamir how to make a girl cum from nipple play. A lot of people were just swingin' their heads trying to watch both. When I finally dropped Jamir's shorts, there was a gasp from anyone nearby.

Marcus does not not have the biggest cock in the bar. I am not sure I have ever seen a cock that big. Me. Morgan.

I have seen and experienced a lot of cock. I sure as hell hope he has another one in him after Sophia. He leaned in close.

"Trust me, I do," he said. With that he hopped up on the table and positioned himself behind Sophia. He even asked permission again. She turned her head and saw his cock for the first time and gasped.

When one of us gasps, what we just saw was meaningful. Jamir dropped on his knees and proceeded to rim Sophia while Amber sucked on her clit. I'm surprised Sophia didn't buck herself off the table. Then he slid into her pussy, with surprising ease. A few dozen orgasms will do that for you. Now, I expected Jamir to just pound her, but he didn't. He made love to her. Gently, but forcefully. His hands roamed to her and Amber. You got the impression his touch wasn't new to Amber either. Finally he held out two fingers to Leslie, who quickly got the hint. She squirted lube all over his fingers and he slid them in Sophia's ass. Now she was really bouncing. Leslie got back up on the table and motioned Jamir to pull out of Sophia, to moans from the entire crowd. Leslie held up a finger and it was like someone turned off a sound system. The place went silent. Leslie squirted a lot lube on Sophia's ass and started working her way up with fingers. At one point she was damn near fisting her and then pulled away and took hold of Jamir's cock. I don't think her hand went halfway around. She positioned him against Sophia's ass and helped him start to gently push.

Sophia was having none of that. She just slammed back onto Jamir's monster cock, to cheers from the crowd. Muted cheers, but cheers. Leslie sat down on the table, beside the group and let her hands roam. Amber. Sophia.

Jamir. After all, her hands were sticky with lube, right? It was not Jamir's first time to have fingers up his ass. Finally, after a long time, Jamir pulled out and just drenched Leslie, from head to foot. He even managed to splash three dudes that were close to the table and watching and for some reason all had their shirts off. I expected things to hit the fan, but it made them laugh.

Then they licked it off and kissed it to each other, to cheers from the bar.

To. cheers. from. the. bar.

I believe we have made progress. Now Leslie was covered too and Jamir and Amber both licked her clean. For some reason, the room gasped when they kissed cum to each other. We figured out why when Leslie was all clean.

"That was fun, sis," said Jamir.

Oh.

"Fuck her. Fuck her," chanted the bar. Amber's eyes just lit up.

And Jamir did. He laid back on the table and she mounted him cowgirl style. As she slid down on that beast, the entire room moaned. Then they proceeded to make passionate love. Not fuck. Jamir is skilled. His hands were roaming. He was tweaking her nipple. He was lightly touching her clit.

Leslie was still on the table and started alternating kissing them both. Then she sat right down on Jamir's face and started really mauling Amber, who returned the favor. Jamir lasted and lasted, but Leslie and Amber didn't. Over and over until we all realized that Jamir just filled up Amber. Leaking out the sides filled up. She rolled off and Leslie started to get in position to clean her out.

Until Marcus tapped her on the shoulder. That got a simply huge grin from Amber. Marcus got between her legs and the man has skills. He alternated kisses to Amber and Jamir.

And a few to Leslie. One to Sophia.

One to me. Believe it or not, Jamir was ready again. I am not a stupid girl. I made it onto the table first. The night kept going and going until the light of dawn came through the windows. I think half the people had found a spot to curl up and sleep. J and Marcus were cuddling and snoring. Yes, J and Marcus. Jamir was asleep face down on Amber.

Amber is bigger than Jamir, except, you know. Leslie was asleep on a cute as hell black guy. Ruby was next to them asleep on a red-headed white guy that looked surprisingly like Ed Sheeran.

Sometimes you roll with it.

I'm cuddled up with Sophia. And Rylee.

Finally around 8, people started waking up to the sound of bacon sizzling and the smell of grilled onions and fried eggs. We all looked over and Leslie and Ruby were behind the grill, which you could see from the bar. They were wearing tall chef's hats.

And nothing else.

We ended up being there through lunch. Around 9, everyone got dressed and they unlocked the long forgotten door, but not before the bar owner got on the table and apologized to us all, to cheers from the entire bar. He even gave Ruby the baseball bat. I don't know how he got it. He hadn't done anything. His look of resignation throughout the night said it all.

Then Jamir fucked Sophia. In the ass. Marcus and J hopped up and Marcus is fuckin J. Maybe we should have locked the door, because before they finished a family came in. Yes, a family. Mom. Dad. Two kids. A girl around 12 and a boy around 10. The parents tried to turn right around, but the kids weren't having any of it. They just went over to a table and sat down.

To watch. The mom shrugged her shoulders and the adults sat down. Even they watched. I kind of drifted over.

"Which part excites you the most?" said the girl, to her dad. "The guy fucking the girl or the guy fucking the guy." He didn't want to answer, and his wife caught it. He realized that she smiled. Smiled. He sat up a little.

"Both," he said. "I'd like to be in the middle of a train."

We bought the school system the next day. Why did that come into the story now?

Because I personally introduced the family to the wrestling room at the kids' school.

Now, before I go on, we figured out how badly we fucked up a long time ago. It ended well, but it didn't have to. It could have been a catastrophe, and someone could have gotten hurt. It wouldn't have been us, either. Fucked. Up.

The most amazing thing is nothing ever got out. Nothing.

Back to normal programming. OK, the rest of the story.

The Janitor

Backing up a bit. Ruby here. I followed the dude to the closet, and I was blunt. I'm Ruby. Did you expect less?

"Excuse me, but would you please fuck me?" I asked. Come on. The dude is easily 6'5", rail thin, with a short flattop. His skin is a rich deep brown. He's gorgeous. Very regal, in old jeans and a Stevie Wonder vintage T. He looked at me for a moment, clearly enjoying the view.

"No, thank you," he said. "I'm sorry this is all going down, but I can barely make the bar mortgage payment and I don't really know what to do."

The owner. He's the owner.

"Just stay out of the way and let it go," I said. "We fucked up and we know it. We came to get fucked, and we're strong as hell. It will work out in the end. It always does. I have to ask though. Not to be immodest, but I don't get turned down very often." Never. Not once.

He laughed with a nice laugh.

"I'm married and happily so. My wife is a nurse," he said. "We have a 13-year-old son. I'm not fucking that up, even if it is for a night with you. I couldn't tell anyone anyway, so other than a fond memory, what's the point?"

"I think I love you," I said, laughing. "Is your marriage strong?"

The smile he gave me could restart the sun.

"Very," he said. "But there is a subtext to your question, isn't there?" Subtext. OK.

"I'm feeling Ivy League," I said. "But with a vibe. Stanford?"

He just stared at me.

"More than just an MBA. Something else. JD?" I asked. JD. Attorney.

"How in the world could you know all that?" he asked.

"Because I looked you up before we came," I said. "It just didn't have a picture. You're a good dude. Back in your hometown, trying to run a bar because it employs a lot of people in the neighborhood. You could be a star in NY or Boston or anywhere you picked, but you're here."

He just looked embarrassed.

"We kind of expected something," I said. "But we did fuck up. But in the end, it will be all good. Your ratings will go up."

He laughed. His name is Byron. Now that I know he's the owner.

"So back to my question," I said. "I have an idea how you can help more but would love to meet your family. The question about your marriage is because we could meet here in Detroit, or your family could come visit Robertville for the weekend."

"Your question was a test," he said. "And by saying no, I passed."

"Not really," I said. "Remember, we think lots of sex is just fine. We would have an incredible time, and no one would have known. It helped though. I admit I am hopeful your choice is Robertville, and Tomas and I get to spend time with you and your wife." He laughed.

"The only way to have convinced my wife faster is to have dangled Hunter and Hallie too," he said.

"Wait here," I said. I went back out and had clearly missed a lot, but I waved to Leslie to come with me. We walked back and he was sitting in the little office. He leaped to his feet when he saw us.

"Your Momma taught you well," said Leslie, holding out her hand. "You must be Byron." He just shook his head and grinned.

"An honor to meet you, your highness," he said. I know, I know, I snorted, I explain.

"No one is real big on the protocol. Her preference would have been a hug," I said. "Mine too, but maybe we'll get to that. Byron is going to spend the weekend at our house, with his wife and son. His wife has an interest in Tomas, Hunter, and Hallie."

Leslie laughed.

"And they will have an interest in her," said Leslie. "We all will. With all of you."

"All of us?" said Byron, quickly.

"Yes," said Leslie. "How old is your son?"

"13," said Byron.

"Then he is an adult, and the decisions will be his. He will have free access for anything mutually agreed with anyone 7 or older, with oral down to 5. That includes you and your wife," said Leslie. "But again, with mutual consent."

"So it is all true?" he said. We both just nodded.

"And if I asked politely, there is a chance both of you would strip and put on a show for me before I got to fuck each of you?" he said.

"100%," said Leslie. She leaned over and kissed me. I slid my finger under her romper, and she latched on to my breasts.

We didn't stop until there was another puddle to cleanup.

"But that's all you get for today," I said. "An early dinner tomorrow with your family. With Tomas and me. At Joe Muer. Our treat." Byron laughed.

"I hear it is great," he said. "Bar owner of a dive bar and nurse. We don't even have clothes for Joe Muer."

"Do you trust me?" I said and he nodded with a smile.

"A car will pick you up at 6. We'll eat a little early," I said. And that was that.

My name is Dillon and things have changed

My name is Dillon. I was sitting on the couch playing a video game on our aging PS/2. It's a piece of shit, but it works, and I was bored. It was drizzling, so no b-ball in the park. Mom was big on that. No playing in the rain. Just then the door opened and Mom and Dad both came in. I sure hope I am half as attractive as they are. I know it is wrong, but my parents aren't very old and they're smoking. If only we lived in Dionysus. The middle of a train.

My frequent jack-off fantasy. It might be a little mutual. The other day I turned to go into my room and Mom was already in there. She was emptying my trash, which I am supposed to do, and it was full of Kleenex. I loved that Mom never asked why it was full of Kleenex. I could see past her and right on top was a Kleenex with a big drop of cum on it. That's embarrassing. Mom clearly saw it, too because she picked it up.

And tasted the cum. I saw her vibrate and I think she had a little orgasm.

I backed out and sat on the couch really quickly. She came out with the bag. I hopped right up.

"Sorry Mom," I said. "I was going to get to that." I took the bag and went down the hall and put it into the chute. We live in a tiny two-bedroom, so I could tell you to the minute when my parents are getting it on. It might be faster to log the times they're not.

I love that about them. Hell yes, I jack off listening to them.

Sorry, I might be getting too detailed about my lust for my parents.

Back to now. No sooner than the door closed than the door buzzer rang. They said it was delivery, which confused them both, but they let him up. Dad opened the door, and a guy came up holding three hangers with those clothes bag things on them. He confirmed Dad's name and handed them to him.

"No tip required," he said. "It has been taken care of." With that, he turned and walked away. Something about him looked familiar. Tall white guy, which is weird enough in our neighborhood. Great shape. Kind of a swimmers built. He was wearing torn shorts and an old Ron's surf shop t-shirt with what appeared to be a mustard stain. Why does he look so familiar?

Dad looked at the three bags and handed the middle size one to mom and the smallest to me. He was smiling like he knew what they were.

"Is this all part of your surprise dinner?" said Mom. He just smiled. We all opened the bags. Dad and I have suits and Mom has a simply gorgeous dress. Dad started undressing right there, so I did, too. They're my parents. Seeing me in my underwear didn't really bother me. What did surprise me was Mom pulling off her scrub top, leaving her in a sports bra. She dropped the bottoms and was in some pretty damn sexy panties. I couldn't really see anything, but Mom's smoking, so the underwear is nice. Mom's about 5'7", thin and strong, with B cups. She looks a lot like Princess Sophia. Did I mention she's white? I'm two-tone. OK, just a light brown. Mom took the dress and slipped it on over her head. It is a simply gorgeous black dress with the really thin straps that are kind of like strings. She looked down and laughed and somehow managed to wiggle out of her bra with the dress on.

I got to see a nipslip.

Which means I am now standing here in my underwear tenting them out. Mom noticed and smiled a bit but pretended like she didn't.

Dad kind of gawked for a minute. Interesting. I know I'm bi. I wonder if Dad is.

I pulled on the pants, but not before noticing that these were Timmy. Even I know Timmy. He's quite a role model in the black community. I pulled on my white shirt and Mom helped me with the cufflinks, which were two stones. One clear, one blue. If I didn't know better, I'd say they were a diamond and a blue diamond. Sure, rare blue diamonds.

Dad helped me with the tie and then we all went and looked at ourselves in the mirror in their bedroom. When we walked in, we were all looking at the bed and I'm pretty confident that our thoughts were pretty similar.

Fuck, we look good. Dad got a text and looked at it.

"Our car is outside," he said. We took the stairs down. You didn't expect a working elevator, did you? We're only on the sixth floor. Which makes me think. The time between the door buzzer in the lobby and our front door was really short for the delivery dude. He had to have run the stairs but wasn't at all out of breath. Damn. We walked outside and there was a Bentley limo waiting. The driver was in a dark suit, with a hat, and a thin black tie. I don't think anyone but me realized this clean-cut, well-dressed driver was the scruffy delivery dude. The hat is a nice touch.

Who winked at me when I got in the car. We got strapped in and the car floated up and we freaking flew. Literally. We dropped into a parking lot. This is Joe Muer. We talk about it as a dream whenever we drive by.

"Who did you rob?" asked Mom, half-joking, I think.

"We are invited guests," said Dad. We walked in and the maître 'd ran over to us.

"We're so glad to have you with us. Right this way," he said. He lead us around the people waiting and to a large table.

Mom let out a little scream. I know who they are. Mom won't stop talking about who they are. Tomas and Ruby. Hunter, Hallie, and Leslie.

1, 3, 4, 2, 5

The proper order is Tomas, Hallie, Ruby, Hunter, Leslie. Mom's Top 5. Dad insists he only has a Top 2.

Queen Amy and King Bob. Oh. Somehow it never connected. King Bob. Yay.

Me? I'm a horny virgin. I'm open to anyone.

We did all the introductions and then all sat down, leaving five empty seats. Just then three more people walked up.

"We're so sorry we're late," said Queen Amy. "I'm Amy. Just Amy."

Our driver was standing next to her, but in an amazing navy suit with a chalk strip. He had an open collar, but cuff links that looked just like mine.

"I'm Bob," he said. He looked at me again and winked. My freaking parents didn't recognize him. Bob came over next to me.

"The adults never notice," he said. "The kids always do."

The mustard stain should have been the giveaway. He clearly loves the whole experience.

Do I have to mention that the third is Pari? Damn. Just damn. Somehow that thought got me a smile from Pari that damn near pushed me over. It might have been worth it.

"You have to get the first one out of the way," said Pari.

In my head.

At the last minute, two young kids ran in and sat down. I know who they are. Princess Jessica and Prince Bill. My God, they are gorgeous. So small but so aware. Hell, I'd do'em both.

Which got me a smile. From them both. Jessica winked at me, although she isn't very good at it.

We had the most amazing evening. They were all incredible at making us feel at ease. Bob told hilarious stories about when it all started, and Amy mostly sat with a bemused expression. Hunter and Tomas talked about founding HT. Ruby was really open about what she did. Leslie mostly listened, so I asked her about her role.

They are all just so normal. Leslie snorted and winked at me. What's with the winking?

"Let me guess," said Leslie. "Dillon, you're surprised we're so normal, particularly Dad and his stories."

He'd told us about buying the first E63 wagon, but I suspect there is more to the story. He spent a long time describing Sara. Then he mentioned that Sara runs auto dealers globally. It felt like he was leading us somewhere.

That's when Leslie popped in.

"Have you caught on that he was leading you someplace yet?" asked Leslie. Mom laughed. Mom's kind of in charge.

"Kind of felt that way," said Mom.

"Good," said Leslie, who seems to be in charge of the conversation now.

"But it is too deep for a dinner conversation, but all good," said Leslie. "So you have a decision to make. Meet tomorrow here in Detroit, or head home with us tonight. Don't pick Robertville if your marriage and parenting can't handle it. It will not affect anything either way you choose. We have an opportunity for your family. If you want to go outside and chat, then please, please do."

Mom looked at Dad and he smiled.

"We'd love to visit Robertville, but we're correct that we can always say no to anything?" asked Mom.

"You can go farther than that," said Leslie. "This can be an all clothed, no sex weekend. That's just as good. I will say, no one has ever chosen that course."

"Dinner's over. We're ready to go," said Mom.

Yay.

Oh wait. I might. Wow. Leslie leaned over to me.

"Who do you want to be your first?" she asked. "Who do you dream of?"

"My mom," I said. Oh shit. I didn't just say that. Oh god.

"Tami," said Leslie. "Let's go to the bathroom."

Mom got up and headed off with Leslie. Surely they wouldn't. She wouldn't. Would she?

Your first is special

Tami here. I'm off to the bathroom with Leslie, after she talked to Dillon. Oh God, please let it be. Would Byron be OK with it? Hunter just passed us with Byron. Do guys go to the bathroom together? I looked at Leslie and she just gave me a small smile.

"So what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Dillon wants you to take his virginity," she said, so matter-of-factly.

"Tonight?" I croaked. I sound like a frog.

"Listen," said Leslie. "If this bothers you at all, say no. It's a big leap outside our world."

"So you've slept with your dad?" I asked.

"Normally that's really an inappropriate question. We just don't ask or volunteer. Discretion above all is a motto," said Leslie. "But, in this case I will make an exception, which he would agree with. Yes, my dad. My mom. Brothers and sisters. You name it. Big groups. Hours at a time."

I laughed. She was kidding, right?

"No kidding," said Leslie. "Seriously not kidding. The rumors are true, but don't go far enough. There is not one person at that table that I have not had sex with in the last 24 hours."

"Let's parse that sentence a bit," said Tami. "You've had sex with everyone at that table."

"Yes, except your family, but ask me again in 24 hours," said Leslie, with a smile. OK, I moaned. Come on. Leslie. So fresh. So sexy. So damn powerful.

I might have swooned.

"Byron's never experimented," I said. "I don't know his boundaries."

"Then he'll find them himself," said Leslie. "Just remember, we don't judge. The odds are high that Dillon and Byron are going to fuck each other. Are you OK with that?"

I admit I laughed.

"Man sex is amazing," I said. "Up there with woman sex."

"You got that right," said Leslie, in the sexiest, most gravelly voice you've ever heard. She has never been sexier. She pulled me into the family bathroom. You know. The small one. With a lock.

Then she explained for you I have no boundaries and can but don't have to

"Can I say the first kind of globally?" I asked and Leslie laughed.

"Oh yeah," she said. "May I kiss you?"

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

"For anyone you meet, you won't have to ask. Literally everyone is available. We keep it in the app, but if you're part of our inner circle, than you're pretty much fucking anyone, within the rules, of course," said Leslie. "Not a requirement, just sort of how it goes. Now, for this weekend, I'm willing to bet that Jessica and Bill will have exceptions for Dillon. Dillon should take advantage of that. Trust me. Behind Mom and Dad, it will be his best ever."

"Better than you," I said, and she laughed.

"Oh yeah," she moaned. Then she appeared to have a small orgasm. These people are fun.

Then she kissed me, and I had an orgasm that wasn't nearly as small. From her kiss. Then she pushed me onto the small loveseat and lifted my dress. I have on panties, which seemed to surprise her. She went down on me and has skills I have never experienced. I squirted halfway across the room. Luckily, she got out of the way.

Then it was my turn. She is not wearing panties. Wow.

"You are wearing the only pair of panties at the table," said Leslie. What?

"And now you're going through every woman at the table and imagining her without panties," said Leslie.

"You are, too," I said, and Leslie laughed.

"Yes," said Leslie. "But you're doing it with your imagination. I'm doing it from memory."

That's when I dove in. I have some skills.

The restroom is a bit damp. We got up and headed out and Leslie grabbed a small sign and put it in front of the door.

Closed for cleaning

Leslie swung by the maître 'd station.

"We're sorry, but our orgasms were both so intense that we seem to have squirted all over the family bathroom," said Leslie. "Please pass this on to the person that has to clean it."

She passed him what I am sure is a hundred dollar bill, than another for him.

"Hundreds? Why?" I asked.

"Because we can," said Leslie, which is the most coherent answer to a question like that I have ever heard.

"So those rumors are true, too?" I said. "That you're all genuinely nice people that love to help others?"

"Oh yeah, baby," said Leslie. "We'll help you out." A perfect mimic for Austin Powers.

"But seriously," added Leslie. "Yes, they're true. We have no idea why this all happened, but it did. We could pocket the money, or we could share it. For generations, people have been hoarding money. Our family makes so much that we literally couldn't spend it. So we share it. You'll see what I mean when we chat."

I have no idea what she means, but I am happy to roll with it. I suspect that was the first of many orgasms.

"You have no idea," said Leslie, I guess reading my mood.

"Your Top 5 list is at that table," said Leslie. "That's a starter pack to us."

Oh boy. Just then Hunter and Byron came back and sat down.

"There must be two family bathrooms," said Hunter. Byron blushed. Enough that I could tell, even through his gorgeous dark skin.

"Dish dad, did you get some?" said Dillon.

"Hold up," said Bob. "I love your enthusiasm, but that's not a question we ask. It just isn't. If they both want to share, they will, but if not, that's cool, too. Discretion is literally the heart of our relationships. For example, the three of you are going to experience a weekend that will be transcendent, and you won't talk about it with anyone other than each other. If you do, it will be your last time with any of us."

"I am sorry," said Dillon. "That makes complete sense, and I was out of line. It won't happen again."

"I gave Hunter a blowjob and kissed his cum back to him," said Byron, in a rush of words.

I moaned. Of course I moaned.

Then I rocked through a little orgasm. That seems to happen a lot with these people. We all sat down and Pari took over the conversation. I am not sure exactly who Pari is, but she seems pretty accepted in this group. We don't really follow Dionysus. Our lives are too freaking busy.

"This is glorious. It has been so long since someone didn't recognize me. I love it!" she said. "Let me actually introduce myself. My name is Pari. I am the Minister of Education for the Kingdom of Dionysus. It will soon become apparent why I am leading the conversation, but it could easily have been any of us. Now, you're thinking that is hyperbole, but the youngest at this table, Jessica, runs major corporations and more and is 5. Oh, and I am in a relationship with both Bob and Amy."

"And soon to be Mom Pari," said Jessica, with a smile. I am not stupid. I quickly closed my eyes. These people's smiles are powerful. I finally opened them and realized Byron and Dillon's eyes are closed, too.

"You can open them now, boys," I said, and they did, to laughter from the table.

"You don't have to do that," said Jessica. "We can all control it better than that. I would have edged you all for a bit, but not pushed you over."

"Said the 5-year-old," I said.

To laughter from everyone.

"That seems to have shocked you, so let's parse it a bit," said Jessica. "Yes, we can make you cum with our smiles and yes we have that level of control. You're going to learn and see things and we're going to trust you with them. We're pretty good at reading people, so we're willing to risk it. Now, moving on to what I suspect are massive conflicts in your head right now. I am self-aware enough to know that you are likely turned on by me right now and that's OK. It just is. None of you can act on that, except Dillon, and I am truly hopeful he is interested. Yes, I mean what you think. I've grown up in a sexual world and have, for this weekend, what is called an exception specifically, for Dillon, again based on his interest. Not only am I hopeful that he will fuck me until he can't anymore, but you would also be more than welcome to watch. Watching is a thing in our culture. For kids that are born into it, like Bill and me, it is our norm. We love it. We love seeing the physical expression of love. Heck, if you're interested, I'll give you pointers that can transform your sex life."

"And I ordered extra spatulas," said Bill.

I have no idea why spatulas made any sense in this conversation, but the fact that Bill ordered extra spatulas seemed to really make everyone at the table happy.

I believe we might learn things.

"So let's get the business out of the way, so you can either celebrate, or at least ruminate, on it. We have some proposals for the three of you," said Pari.

"Byron, you're from the streets and have made it out and purposely put yourself right back in it. The bar is interesting, and we appreciate your trying to start a small business in Detroit, but we have a suggestion for you. Normally we find a gang leader because it sends a message, but your story is strong, too. We'd like you to run a program like we do in LA to revitalize the city. It will actually be bigger than LA, because the scope would be all of Detroit, to whatever suburban boundaries you choose," said Pari. "Mull on that a bit, but let's dive into one small detail. The bar. Do you have someone that works for you that could succeed with the bar if they owned it free and clear? Don't pick your official number two, pick the person that can make it happen. They might be the same person."

"Amber," said Byron, quickly. Yeah, I see it. Oh. In this new world, I might be able to spend time with Amber. In our family bed. And I define family bed differently than I might have yesterday.

For some reason, Byron groaned.

"I heard what you thought," said Byron, in my head.

"OK, let's talk through what just happened," said Pari. "Normally we wouldn't listen in without permission, but you pushed it out there pretty hard Byron. You'll learn control. Yes, Tami, you heard Byron in your head. You're early at it, which means that you and Byron are truly soulmates. That's a good thing."

"I heard it too," said Dillon. "Like he said it out loud." Everyone at the table is smiling right now. Why are they all smiling right now and what does she mean about my being able to hear it means we're soulmates?

Oh.

Oh my.

I watched both Byron and Dillon figure it out.

"Does that happen?" said Dillon, with a bit of a squeak.

"Yes," said Leslie. "I'm married to boy/girl twins remember. Our friend Lizeth is married to her soulmate Cane and they're both married to her son Cannon. Cannon is 7."

"You people are weird," I said, which broke up the table.

"We prefer open-minded," said Amy, which also made the table laugh, including us.

"Don't overthink it," said Pari. "Nothing happens that isn't something that you want to happen."

"I want Mom to be my first and I want Dad to be the first to fuck me in the ass," said Dillon, in a rush. Then he blushed.

Damn he is sexy.

"Sounds like a plan," said Pari. "But they have to agree."

"I do!" I shouted, at the same time Byron did. Out of habit, I said something I haven't said in that situation since childhood.

"Jinx!" I yelled. The entire table laughed again.

"We pay off a jinx in our culture," said Tomas. He pushed back his chair and stood up and stood next to Hunter. Hunter laughed and slid his chair back a bit. Tomas sat on Hunter's lap, facing him, and gave him the most passionate kiss I have ever seen in my life. They were both panting at the end of the kiss.

"Damn," said Byron and Dillon, together.

Dillon said it this time.

Now he looks confused.

"Did anyone mention that the Kingdom owns the restaurant, and it is officially a consulate?" said Bill. "If there is an interest, you're welcome to pay up."

"You own this restaurant," said Byron.

"Not exactly," said Bill. "I had to buy the Joe Vicari Restaurant Group, which includes this restaurant."

"You did," I asked. "You personally." Everyone laughed again.

"Sure," said Bill. "I knew I should. Sometimes we do and we know it is the right thing to do. Heck, I did it awhile back before I started med school."

"Awhile back before you started med school," said Byron. "You're in med school at 5." That made the table laugh, too. Well it is ludicrous.

"I used to be," said Bill. "Now I'm the Chief Medical Officer for the Harvard Medical School. I report to Pari."

"OK, let's parse all this," I said. "You're the Chief Medical Officer of Harvard Medical School. You report to Pari, who appears to be about 12 and says she is in a relationship with Amy and Bob."

"Yes!" said everyone at the table. Including Dillon.

And he said it first. His eyebrows are now nearing the ceiling.

"Oh," said Pari. "Byron owes you two. You should start with him, work your way around, and end with him. You should probably add a kiss for Tami, too. We wouldn't want her to feel left out. Kind of like this."

She leaned over and gave Amy a kiss. I learned six, no seven, new things from that kiss. Which ended with both of them clearly vibrating through an orgasm. I laughed, because the family at the next table was not only watching, but clearly enjoyed it. Including their kids, who looked to be about 11 and 9.

Ruby noticed it too and suddenly there was a flurry of movement and their table got moved into ours and we did the introductions. Alda, Dario, Mireya, and Mateo. Damn they're cute. Hispanic.

Damn they're cute. Yeah, already said it. Worth saying again.

"We have time before the entrees come out," said Pari. "You can pay off now if you'd like Dillon. You're welcome to start with me."

Dillon actually knocked his chair down getting up. He picked it up and was blushing. This time no one laughed.

"Why didn't anyone laugh?" I asked.

"Because it was an understandable reaction and therefore not really funny," said Bill.

Point taken. Pari slid her chair back and Dillon sat down. They whispered to each other for a bit and then Pari took the lead. Six women at the table had an orgasm just watching.

One of them was me.

Dillon worked his way around the table. His kiss with Bob was amazing, but it was his kiss with Jessica that damn near pushed everyone at the table over. You see, Jessica is wearing a skirt. We now know Jessica is not wearing panties because during the kiss, she took Dillon's hand, folded all the fingers over except one, and slid his finger in.

Which caused her skirt to ride up. We watched Dillon kiss Jessica while he fingered her to an orgasm at Joe Muer.

And not one person complained. Oh, they all watched.

It was worth watching.

Finally he sat back down in his chair, still in a bit of a daze.

Did I mention his kiss with Byron? Damn.

Did I mention he kissed me too, even though I didn't say it?

Double damn. I came so close to pushing him down onto the floor and climbing right on. Which made the table laugh.

"In Robertville, you could have done that in any restaurant," said Leslie. "Any one at all."

Wow.

"Let's get back on track," said Pari, just as the entrees arrived. "We'll have all weekend to fuck. Alda and Dario, we're heading back to Robertville for the weekend. You're welcome to all join us."

"We're in," said Mateo and Mireya, together. Yes, Mireya said it, and yes, Mateo paid off.

It was not their first kiss. I learned three things from their kiss. I am going to learn all weekend, aren't I?

"Yes," said, well, everyone.

"You can pay that one off in Robertville," said Pari. "That way we'll all be naked." I am now picturing Pari naked. It is a pleasant mental image.

"I'll show you my favorite double-ended dildo," said Pari, in my head.

Yeah, I'm good with that. Very good. Can't wait.

My panties are soaked.

"So, here is our suggestion, getting back on track," said Pari. "We'll pay off the bar and you give it to Amber. You take over the local charity that revitalizes Detroit. One of the biggest challenges is healthcare, so Tami, we'd like you to buy the local hospital systems, and likely any larger clinics, and establish them as free charities. We find communities respond well to not having healthcare concerns anymore. That leaves the school systems. Dillon, we'd like you to take those over. Oh, Byron, I failed to mention, running a charity for us is different. There is no fund raising. We provide all the capital. Really no limit, although I'd start with ten or fifteen billon to give you a little cushion."

I am pretty confident we're all staring at Pari right now.

"That sounds reasonable," said Dillon. "Have you already bought the school district, or will I need to start there? A corollary question, are we just talking the Detroit school system, or should I roll up the surrounding suburbs too? That would be my recommendation, or you're just going to cause an imbalance going the other way, which, while it would be somewhat spectacular to watch, isn't really your way of doing things."

"Did Dillon just agree he should run the school systems and buy a lot of them?" asked Byron.

"Yes," said Pari. "He did. He gets this a little better than the two of you do, which is actually pretty common. I'll bet you didn't even notice that Bob was both your delivery guy and your driver. I'll bet Dillon knew."

Wait, what? I'll be damned. I am sure my eyebrows are in the sky right now.

Dillon laughed.

Wow.

"It is late, so I'd suggest we don't go to Robertville," said Bob, to clear disappointment from everyone but Amy.

"He means we go to Clearwater," said Amy. "We have homes on the school property."

Which made everyone moan. What does a school...

Oh. Oh yes.

We'll come back to the story. It is going to be spectacular.

"Oh yeah," said Jessica. Who knew that small girl's voice could go that deep?

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