16 May 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 had an idea

But I needed a partner to do it. I knew the outcome. My idea, right? You see, one company uses 1% of all harvested trees in the world. 1%. Think about how huge that number is. Now, they're also working on sustainability initiatives, but not at the pace they should. No companies are, with the exception of companies owned by us.

I'm using us liberally, but you get the idea. Oh, sorry, this is Earl. And yes, the training class did wonders for me and was freaking spectacular. What really makes me laugh is that so little of the time during the week was spent having sex.

I'll come back to that.

I have a quick meeting right now with the person that I think could be my partner in crime, so to speak. I'm about to land at their Florida campus. No, not in Clearwater. You're missing who I am meeting. At Gemini.

I'm meeting with Greta. I am so hopeful to meet Emma, too. They're both my heroes. I dropped my plane in their driveway and came down the stairs.

Oh good, they're both here and waiting for me! Sorry, a little distracted. They're both wearing pretty small bikini bottoms, which is the entire list of clothing they're wearing.

"We have a bet," said Greta. "Do you like Emma's larger breasts or my smaller breasts?"

"Yes," I replied. They both laughed.

"I told you!" shouted Emma. They both laughed.

I just waited them out.

"I thought you'd pick Emma's breasts," said Greta. "They're just so amazing."

"They are," I said. "As are yours. If I asked you if you liked a 5-inch thick cock or a 10-inch (25.5 cm) thin cock, what would you answer?"

"Yes!" they both shouted. OK, I shouted it, too, and I got jinx out first.

They freaking attacked me, in a good way. I found myself on my back, on the lawn, getting smothered with kisses.

Our meeting appears to be going well. They finally rolled off and stood up and each held out a hand to help me up. They're freaking strong, because they pulled me right up.

They started running for the house, still holding my hands, so I am running to the house with two gorgeous topless women.

Which caused Greta to skid to a stop.

"I'm not gorgeous," she said, very sternly. Stern Greta is startlingly sexy.

"Beautiful, transcendent, spectacular," I said. "Stop me when I get to one you prefer. Maybe unbelieveable?"

She put her hands on her hips. Akimbo.

Emma moaned. In stereo with me. Arms akimbo is freaking sexy.

"I am not beautiful," she said, even more sternly.

Emma gave her a big hug.

"Yes, you are," said Emma, softly.

"You really are," I said. "I don't know what you're using as your comparison of beauty, but you are the whole package. It goes beyond the fact that you are truly physically beautiful. No one in the world cares about our world more than you. Combine physical beauty with that passion, and let me tell you, it goes beyond gorgeous."

"Bob says almost the same thing," said Greta. Really quietly.

Emma laughed.

"Yes, he does, and you know damn well that Bob is nothing but honest," said Emma. "Bob loves you with all his heart. You know that. We all do. Heck, I'll bet Earl does."

It felt like the right time for a nod.

"I don't see it," said Greta.

"No, you don't," I said. "Maybe you never will, but you should. If it is purely physical beauty, then I can give you one example of confirmation."

She looked quizzical, but finally realized I meant that I was hard. She laughed, which is the most amazing sound.

Then she pointed at Emma's tits.

"While they are truly spectacular tits, so are yours," I said. "May I?" I don't think she knew what I meant, but her reply was encouraging.

"You damn well checked out the app," said Greta, with a growl. That I did, so I leaned in and latched onto her left nipple.

She didn't make it to ten seconds.

I was a good student.

She calmed down and got thoughtful.

"Thank you," she said, softly.

"For what?" I said. "Sucking on the nipple of a beautiful woman is a thrill. I thank you."

"Maybe we could all strip down and fuck after we talk," said Emma. Greta took my hand again and started running, leaving Emma to catch up.

"Or while we talk," shouted Greta, over her shoulder.

We do have fun meetings.

We ran through the house, all the way into what I assumed was the master bedroom. Greta literally ripped my clothes off. I had on a t-shirt and yoga shorts.

I'll need new ones. She even tore off her own bikini bottoms. I was feeling a sense of urgency. She pushed me back onto the bed and climbed up and just slammed down on my cock, just as Emma ran into the room. Greta sat on my cock, not moving, and we both enjoyed Emma running into the room topless.

She bounces a bit. Emma dropped her bikini bottoms and climbed on the bed and sat next to us. Crisscross.

It is quite a view. Greta turned back to me.

"So what did you want to talk about?" she said. I raised my eyebrows and she laughed and slowly started bouncing up and down.

"I challenge you to finish the meeting before you finish," she said.

"IKEA needs to do better with sustainable resources, so we're going to buy it together," I said.

I barely made it. It was my first cum of the day. I started shooting into Greta, which sent her over the top.

"OK," she shouted, making the word OK about forty-two syllables.

"Meeting over," said Emma, pushing Greta off me. She pointed at me and then at Greta.

"Clean up your mess," said Emma, sternly. I like them both stern.

I got on my knees and started licking, then I heard the telltale sound of lube. Lots of lube. I looked and Emma was wearing the biggest dildo I have ever seen.

"It is our favorite," said Greta.

Oh. That hurt a little, but now it feels great.

"I see why," I grunted, and then went back to cleaning up Greta.

The next two hours is a blur. Yes, two hours. Finally I was completely spent and who should walk in the door but Bob.

"I heard Earl wore out," said Bob. Given he is naked and hard, Greta and Emma's squeals make sense. My squeal, too.

Wore him out, too. We're all going squish squish.

Feels about right.

Greta and I don't agree

Greta and I don't agree on who should do the negotiations with IKEA. I believe we should go in together, given her fame. She thinks I should keep that in my quiver, and yes, she said keep that in my quiver, but it is sexier in Swedish. That's the biggest reason that she wants me to go in alone.

They won't know I speak Dutch. OK, that switch probably confused you. Yes, IKEA is Swedish. But it is controlled by a family in the Netherlands. Where they speak Dutch.

It's stupidly powerful if they're careless. Even the most trivial research would show that one of the huge differences in Dionysus is that almost all of us are hyperpolyglots. Isn't that a cool word? Polyglot means someone that speaks several languages. A hyperpolyglot is rare, fluent in 30 or more languages. Hyper seems a little excessive given damn near every resident of Dionysus is above 50 languages. We almost absorb them.

Dutch? Uh, yeah.

So if they do know, I've missed my opportunity to include Greta.

"They won't know," said Greta. "I'll make you a bet."

"I love bets," I said. Then I leered at her. Visibly. It made her laugh, which is good.

"If I win, you have to spend a weekend with Emma and me, and Brayan can join us," said Greta.

"Wow, that's harsh," I said, laughing. "And if I win?"

"You get to spend the weekend with Brayan and me, and Emma can join us," said Greta, with a smile.

"Oh God, not that!" I said. "But I get it. You're confident you're right and are trying to push me a little. Alone it is." That is what she was doing and I knew it.

We were done with the conversation, and she already had the dildo inserted, so...

I do love our meetings.

Greta won before I left the lobby

I introduced myself, in the lobby, in English and was expected. They're located in Delft, which is part of The Hague metro area. I love that The Hague is always capitalized. Like there would be a counterfiet Hague. They sent down two young men to escort me up. The first started making jokes about my age before we left the lobby. The second made really rude comments about my being American. I just kept a small smile on my face and didn't change expressions at all. Even when one started talking about wanting to fuck my mother.

Now, Mom's a great fuck, but that was inappropriate. I think I pulled it off because when we got to the board room, he announced the kutwijf was here and they all smiled and acted excited.

Kutwijf translates to vagina lady.

And not in a nice way.

"I am so pleased to meet you all," I said. "I sincerely appreciate your taking time for a meeting with me. I know you must be very busy." I knew they valued their time, and I do, too. After all. Greta. Hotel room. Emma and Brayan came along.

And will cum along.

In fact, they want to tell the story of their day first.

Our story has more sex

It does. Unless Earl starts bending those people over a conference table, the mere fact that Greta and I did not get out of bed for another hour after he left might be a hint. Big bed. Hotel suite. Greta. This is Emma, but you probably guessed that.

Yeah, you get it. Did I mention Brayan is with us? Big, well-endowed, wonderfully compassionate and funny Black guy. Right now, he is in the middle of us on the bed. We're both lying on our side, pressed against him. I'm lazily stroking his cock and Greta is both tickling his balls and kissing him.

Who wants the first cum, right? I might have been a little too vigorous, because Brayan erupted, just coating his face and Greta's. A lot on Greta's amazing breasts, too.

"My bad," I said. "Let me clean that up." Oh, they all knew what I meant.

That took a half hour all by itself. Gosh, Brayan is hard again. Oops. I settled down on his cock and Greta settled down on his face. It is a favorite for us. I gave special attention to Greta's nipples and took her up and over. I still laugh that I thought I was a lesbian. Bi, right?

"You actually like my breasts, don't you?" said Greta.

"Yes," said Brayan. "A lot." It was hilarious, since Greta was still on his face. It sounded like he was being smothered with a pillow.

"A little bit," he said, in that same muffled voice. Greta pushed up a little on her knees.

"My bad," she laughed. "I don't get it. I just have little A cups."

"Uh huh," I said. "What do you think of Pari and Chris' puffies." Greta moaned so I kept going.

"Carlina and Tegan's nipple bumps?" I said. Greta moaned again.

Now, I was going in with the biggest arrow in my quiver. I like the word quiver.

"Jessica," I said. Greta went off and damn near drowned poor Brayan.

It is hard to even comprehend how beautiful Jessica is. Take all the child models proclaimed the most beautiful in history.

Not. Even. Close. That woman will rule the world one day, and not that far in the future.

And I am too old to have experienced Jessica.

"I'm not," said Greta, laughing. "But I will be soon. Damn. Double damn."

That's pretty profane for Greta. Double Damn.

We finally climbed out of bed and took showers. Separately. We would have lost the whole day. We went downstairs and went for a walk. It is really beautiful. We're staying at the Kurhaus, right on the water. We have the Presidential Suite. Brayan officially has a room. He's never been in it, but, you know, appearances. We stopped at this crazy little Surinamese restaurant that had some tables outside. Rockid. Damn, they have a good breakfast, and vegan choices for Greta. It is a topic on which we agree to disagree. No vegan for me. Or Brayan. We're quite a trio. I'm not that well-known outside the US. Brayan sure isn't.

Then there is Greta. I love Europe, though. No one is pushy. We do sometimes get approached, usually by kids, and we'll do a selfie. Greta is amazing at it. I did have to laugh. One young man of about 9 walked up and asked for Brayan's autograph.

"You want my autograph?" said Brayan.

"Dude, I don't know who you are, but you're having breakfast with Greta and Emma and they're still glowing. You're already a star and soon the world will know," he said. Brayan laughed and signed his name on a piece of paper the boy had. The kid is right, though. Brayan will go far. He's already got our charities under control.

Then he asked if he could take selfies with us. Three of them. Including one with Brayan. The boy walked off and Brayan laughed.

"I both loved and hated that," he said.

"Me too," I said, right along with Greta. That's why, if you happened to walk by Rockid on a Tuesday morning in the summer, you might have seen Greta sitting on my lap, legs around my waist, kissing me pretty passionately. Someone did, because a picture shot around the internet and caused quite a furor.

So we posted a picture of our own. In the bed, with the covers barely covering our nipples.

We put a caption Jealous yet?.

It wasn't the picture Greta and I wanted to post. That one had Brayan in the middle, but he wasn't feeling it and we wouldn't push it. We just wouldn't.

Back on track. After our wonderful meal, we went for a walk and happened across a real estate office. The story is going to sound pretty familiar, but ends with us having wild sex with 10-year-old twins, so I think I should write about it. You agree? Perfect.

You see, there were pictures in the window of a nearby estate. Estate Klein Bentveld. What is it with houses with names? It felt like fate, though, since we live at Gemini. Our houses must have names!

Greta led the way in and Brayan and I followed. There was a man at a big desk in an office, and he looked up, saw us.

And ignored us.

Completely.

I was ready to leave, but Greta put her hand on my arm. Just then a boy and girl walked into view, in his office, and saw us.

Damn. Probably 10 or 11. Twins, I'd guess. Fucking gorgeous. I think I just heard a snort in my head, but I'll let that lie. We could hear them, but they were speaking in Arabic. Probably a safe bet that we wouldn't know Arabic.

OK, not that safe a bet. See earlier.

"Dad, you have customers," said the boy.

"Karim, look at them, they'll never buy anything," he said.

Both kids snorted, but we didn't acknowledge them yet. There were more photos of the property on the wall, so we started looking at them

"Dad," said the girl, in that tone. "You don't know that."

"I do, Farah," he said. "Two young women, likely still teenagers, with a black young man of similar age. No way."

"In fact," he added. "I'll made you a deal. If you sell them that property, I'll sign for you both to go to a Dionysus school. If you don't, then you'll never ask again. Ready to make the big bet?"

"Yes," they both said. I know I heard jinx in my head, and I'm pretty sure Greta and Brayan did, too, because Greta stifled a laugh.

Oh, we're buying the house. I don't care what it looks like, what condition it is in, or what it is going to cost.

"But we want the commission. The whole thing," said Farah.

"Sure," said the man. "That's zero risk for me."

Both kids came out. They very nicely introduced themselves, and explained that their father had a pressing appointment, but that they would be able to assist us. Would we like to visit the property?

"Yes, please," said Greta. Happy to let her lead. Greta, you know.

"Let me arrange a JetsonCar," said Farah.

"It is waiting outside," said Karim. Farah laughed.

"I'm the visionary," said Farah. "He's the operations guy." It caught their father's attention when we laughed.

You see, she said that in Arabic.

"Nice touch," said Greta, in Arabic.

"It was a pretty safe bet," she replied, in Swedish. We all laughed again. Their dad just looked confused.

"Please be aware that we cannot technically show you the house," said Farah. "We're just new friends inspecting a property."

"Understood," said Greta, switching to Mandarin.

"Thank you," said Karim. "Your understanding is appreciated." In Russian.

"How many do you speak?" I asked, in Arabic. Yeah, making a point to Dad.

"More than 30," said Karim, sticking with Arabic. His choice. Their dad looked really confused. It seemed like a wonderful time to leave.

"Self-taught?" thought Greta, which got a laugh from them both.

"I like to sit on his cock and learn new things," said Farah.

"Don't we all," said Greta. "Don't we all."

The JetsonCar was a mini-van and autonomous, so plenty big. It flew us out to the estate.

Damn. Over nine acres. Almost four hectares. The house is huge. OK, not huge to us, but huge to people that don't live insane lives like ours.

The compound has twenty bedrooms. Ten in the main house, plus a two-bedroom home for the lead staff, plus four two-bedroom cottages that should not have been called cottages. Over an acre of the nine was house.

Oh, not counting the two-bedroom pool house.

A tennis court, an outdoor basketball court, an indoor basketball court and gym.

What closed the deal, though, was the gocart track. I've seen Morgan's original track that Ted designed. That is this track. I suspect they didn't license it, right?

We walked through it and, my God, it was great.

"OK," said Greta. "Here is the plan. You can't be the selling agent or the buyer's agent. That's actually convenient. You can be our friend that negotiates for us with the selling agent. As a friend. We can then give you a gift for your help." I suspected Greta actually knew this for a fact, or she wouldn't be offering. That got me a brilliant smile.

God, I love her smile.

"They're asking 15.700.000 Euros. It has been on the market for awhile. It was built on spec, which was stupid," said Greta. No clue how she knows this, but she does.

"We will pay any figure up to asking," said Greta. "There are conditions. The deal must close today and ownership immediately passes. Your father must sign the Dionysus school paperwork, including the consent forms. Any difference between asking and what we buy it for is split between the two of you. Plus your dad pays you the commission."

"And you're invited to a an all-night celebration," I said. Well, they were. "That's not a requirement of the deal, so up to you and your father."

They both laughed.

"Dad would sell us into the sex trade to sell this house," said Farah. "He's the one that built it on spec."

Oh boy.

They talked a bit about in person versus over the phone and decided in person would be better. We headed back to their offices, and they suggested we go across to the chocolatier and they would come meet us there.

I was in as soon as I heard the word chocolatier.

Pure sex. Chocolate is pure sex. What this place has is Bob level chocolate. Amy level.

Maybe even Ruby level chocolate. We bought a few pieces to sample and every one was fantastic. We got coffee and just chatted for a bit. After about a half hour, Farah and Karim came in. We sent them to order and they shook their heads.

"Too expensive for us," said Farah.

"Are you sure about that?" asked Greta. Both of them laughed.

"If you'd been serious, I think we could afford a piece or two," said Karim.

"What did he accept?" asked Brayan. The same question on our minds.

"11,000,000 Euros," said Farah, who was just beaming. "We know the financials. He's still making a tidy profit. He damn near stole that property."

Rut roh.

"Do you each have your own bank accounts?" asked Brayan. See, ever our operations lead.

"Yes, little savings accounts," said Karim. "I think mine has 30 Euros in it." Farah laughed.

"You're twenty Euros ahead of me," said Farah. "It's the tiny little bank around the corner. No branches. Just tiny. Dad likes them and they work with him on financing."

"Tell us about your dad buying the property," I said.

Their faces both got hard.

"Two sisters, up in age, but doing well," said Farah. "I think in their late eighties. What is now the servants quarters was their house. The one sister passed and I swear Dad stole that property from them. It should have been worth over 8 million Euros, but Dad paid her a few hundred thousand."

"Shit," said Brayan. Yeah, dude.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"An old folks home run by the state," said Farah. "We visit her a lot. She's sweet. She misses her house. I think she regrets selling it."

"OK," I said. "One thing at a time. Let's fix that one first. Can we all visit her?"

They both laughed.

"Are you kidding?" said Farah. "The two of you are some of her heroes."

"Who are others?" asked Greta.

"The entire royal family, but none more than Jessica and Bill," said Farah.

"OK," I said. "Let's go visit her."

It was only a ten-minute walk, on a pretty day, and Farah and Karim are joyously fun. Funny, snarky, downright vicious with each other.

Our kind of people.

We walked up the sidewalk of the rest home, just as an S-88 drifted down into the back of the parking lot. You absolutely cannot be surprised that Jessica and Bill came down the stairs. Jessica was holding an envelope. They walked over and did the introductions.

"Let me guess," said Farah. "An eight-million Euro check with apologies for the error."

"Close," said Jessica. "Ten."

Farah turned to us.

"You can do it that far?" said Farah. Yeah, I knew what she meant. We all knew what she meant. Jessica actually laughed.

"I was on the moon," said Jessica.

"Well sure," said Farah. "How else would you communicate with someone on the moon?"

"We mostly text," said Bill. "Our phones work everywhere." I love it that he said it so straight. And meant it. Bill sometimes misses the underlying nuance.

OK, he just started laughing. I guess he didn't this time.

We all walked inside and up to the reception desk. We were led down a hall into a bright sunroom. There was a small, older woman, in a chair, just looking out the window. Farah and Karim went up first.

"Hi Cornelia," said Karim. You could just see her brighten. These kids were good for her. We walked around to where she could see us.

"My top 5!" said Cornelia.

"Five?" said Brayan. "How do you even know who I am?" Cornelia barked out a laugh.

"If you're enough of a man to satisfy both these young women," she said, pointing at Greta and me. "Then you might just be enough of a man to satisfy me."

Whoa. I hope to be her someday.

"We are here because there was a major misunderstanding," said Jessica. "Our family just bought the property that you sold. I have a couple things for you." Jessica pulled two sheets out of the envelope. Cornelia put on her glasses, which were on a chain around her neck. I admit, I am finding Cornelia surprisingly sexy.

I think we all are.

"This is a check for ten million Euros, made out to me," said Cornelia. "You're making up for my stupidity in believing that man."

"Oh no," said Jessica. "It was an accounting error. We were just lax in finishing the deal. Entirely on us."

"Is that why you're overpaying by a couple million Euro?" asked Cornelia. Jessica just smiled.

"I didn't realize until I got here how much medication my former doctor was giving me," said Cornelia. "I was in a stupor. So one good thing of this place is that they got me cleaned out and back to normal. I do miss my little house though."

Jessica handed her the second piece of paper. She carefully read it.

"You're giving me lifetime occupancy, as long as I acknowledge that it is a consulate and Dionysus laws apply," she said.

Jessica nodded.

"So I would be able to invite Farah and Karim and the rest of you into my bed and teach you things," said Cornelia.

"Yes, except Bill and me," said Jessica. "Yet. But this is a large family home, so there will be tons of people in and out. Easily a dozen or more to invite into your bed a week." Cornelia laughed.

"Like anyone them would want to be with an old woman," said Cornelia.

"Who in this group would like to sleep with Cornelia?" said Bill. All of us raised our hands, including Jessica and Bill. She got a quizzical look.

"Just because we're not allowed to doesn't mean we don't want to," said Bill.

"Point taken," said Cornelia, with a laugh.

"Top 10," said Greta. "Not counting us."

"Amy, Gabe, Juanita, Barb, Ruby, Orlando, Noah, Hunter, Sophia, Mary," she said, quite quickly.

It took us a moment, but we all got it.

"You only picked one from each relationship. You're betting that they'll bring them all," said Brayan. Cornelia laughed.

"You're a very bright young man," said Cornelia.

"It is what I did, too," said Brayan.

"It is!" shouted Greta and me. She got it out first.

"Come on," said Cornelia. "Pay up." So we did. In the sunroom of the retirement home.

To cheers from several in the room.

"We've arranged a nurse to help you move home. She'll stay with you for a few days, if that is OK, and make sure everything is OK. She can help setup anything that you need. Meal delivery. Visiting nurses. Maids," I said.

"I can't afford all that!" said Cornelia. I pointed at the check in her hand and she laughed.

"I guess I can," she said, with a smile. "When does the nurse get here? I want out!" She laughed again, just as the nurse walked into the room.

Please tell me you knew where this was going. Cornelia was just staring. I admit, the full nurses outfit, with a skirt, in white, with the little hat and white shoes might have been over the top, but come on, you know Amy rocked it.

You knew it was going to be, right? The fact that Bob was with her, in a black suit, with a narrow tie, and a chauffeur's hat just added to the whole thing.

"You do realize I'll have you both out of those clothes within five minutes of getting home, right?" said Cornelia. Amy and Bob laughed.

"Good thing I am not wearing panties. It would just slow us down," said Amy.

"Me neither," said Cornelia. I love this woman.

The reason we came here

Do I get to tell my story yet? Do I? This is Earl. My meeting was a disaster. Seriously bad. I approached them about an investment and they laughed.

Literally laughed.

It pissed me off. So I went nuclear.

"Your disrespect is over the top," I said, in Dutch. Yeah, lots of blushing at that point. "I will make one and only one offer for 100% of the company." I named a very good figure. Dicks or not, we still overpay.

They laughed again.

I had my briefcase. Why is that important you ask? Because I had several mockups of world-wide ads. Print. Commercials in storyboard format. You name it, I had it.

An entire series for the Dionysus Furniture company. DFC.

100% sustainable.

Lifetime warranty.

Delivered the same day.

Priced well below IKEA's costs for something similar. Not their price. Their cost to produce it.

All that might have bothered them, but the ads featured some pretty fucking famous people. Hey, maybe all the ads should feature royals fucking on the furniture.

Maybe not. Maybe.

The ads featured everyone. Bob and Amy. Morgan and Sophia. Ruby and Gabe and their quads.

The shot of Jessica, Bill, Nylah, and Colby rolling around on a big king-size bed was powerful, even if they were fully clothed.

I just flipped through them as the blood continued to drain from their faces.

The last one was Greta, relaxing on one of the lounges, on the patio over the water, at Bob and Amy's in Robertville. It took a long discussion with Greta on this one. She was fine with promoting the furniture because even the delivery was carbon negative, but this picture was a lark. We'd done a nice shoot of her in shorts and t-shirts, and even a modestly tight tank top.

She truly is gorgeous.

This was a post-photoshoot snap I took on my phone, but it truly blows you away. She's leaning back on our signature double lounge, with a drink in her hand. She's laughing about something funny and she just glows. She's wearing surprisingly small bikini bottoms.

Oh, I'm done with the description of her clothing.

I only sleep with Dionysus......furniture

OK, we'll change the tag line, but we left it in for this group because we knew their demographic. Mysognisitic old white men.

One run of this photo and our backlog would take years to fulfill.

I failed to mention one important thing. On the lower left of each ad was a picture of a proposed store. At the front was the prominently labeled community center.

They took my offer. We added community centers to every store.

That story is stupid

It just is. Look at that list of people. Bob and Amy. Noah and Chris. Juanita, Gabe, and Ruby. Together.

Like my photo made any difference in the world. Yeah, yeah, Greta. Maybe it is true, but it isn't true to me, yet.

"And we all love you for it," said Bob. He freaking means it, too. They love me. Bob loves me. We all love Bob. Literally everyone.

I'm supposed to narrate our evening with Cornelia, but she asked me not to. Out of respect for her, I'll just leave it that we all learned things.

Bob and Amy learned things. Think that one through.

Cornelia is going to love moving back into her home.

So are we.

We also went to the beach, but I'll let someone else tell that story. Earl wants to talk about training.

My training week

Yes, I went to training. It is apparently an oversubscribed class with a waiting list, but they squeezed me in. And squeezed me.

Oh God, I'm telling Bob.

The class consisted of Erin, Ruby, Tomas, and me. You know this is Earl, right? Bob and Amy are the professors, but they have adjunct professors that join for specific topics.

No, seriously.

Jessica teaches a class called When you're big and they're little.

It is a lab class. She teaches with Gabe.

And Bill.

Think that one through. Bill and Jessica is two littles. Bill with a big.

I mentioned they taught it with Gabe.

Jessica and Bill had an exception for the four students. Erin, Ruby, Tomas, and me.

"Ruby, why the hell are you taking this class?" asked Erin. Ruby and Tomas both laughed.

"We learn something new every time," said Ruby. "Every. Single. Time."

Well now.

I mentioned that we didn't spend the entire time having sex. I didn't say we didn't have a lot of sex. Just not the entire time. The first class was anatomy lab and they really meant it. There were tests and everything. We learned why the ear lobe is an erogenous zone. We learned the body parts of men and women, in detail, with live models.

That led to oral sex class. The class starts with a professor going down on you, to show you what you need to learn. In my case, it was Orlando that went down on me. Grace went down on Ruby. Tomas was Horacio. Erin was Diane.

They strongly feel that the experts are same sex. We had a comparison, because on the second day we had new professors go down on us. Tomas was with Leslie. I got a blowjob from Pari.

From. Pari.

Ruby was paired with Denne, who has apparently been through the class three times.

Erin was with Bob. Erin likes Bob. Bob likes Erin. It shows. It took Erin almost ten minutes to recover. The difference on the second day was that after the first cum, we got to reciprocate.

Pari.

Pari in teaching mode. Hell yes, my skills improved. The biggest thing was how to combine being gentle with being just a little rough. For example, just lightly licking her clit, over and over, until it was time to latch on and suck like a vacuum cleaner. I think I am improving, given that Pari bucked us both off the bed.

Oh no, when we landed, I landed on top of her and my cock was so conveniently positioned.

Moving on to the next lesson.

But I mentioned that the week wasn't about the sex. It was about the people. You've all heard the sex versus love speech many times, but what Bob and Amy finally taught us, or better yet allowed us to discover, is that it is all about love. Yes, you love your soulmate with a level of passion that you don't others, but to really be great at sex involves understanding that love applies to everyone you're with.

There is no better example than Bob. Amy is close. Pari and Ruby and Tomas and more are close.

But there is only one Bob. Take this story all the way back to the first chapter and maybe it will be clear. Bob didn't even know he had a nephew and nieces. Yet he turned his world upside down for them without even considering any other option. Read the first chapter again.

Then maybe you'll understand why sex with Bob is transcendent. Trust me, I know from experience.

And I am the better lover for it.

MGM too

Luca here. Our relationship and business interests in Monaco were booming. Tegan and I love to visit. Morgan was excited about the upcoming F1 race and we were going to field quite a team. Let's just say the local community has embraced us.

But that isn't the point of this entry. I wanted to expand again. This one was going to be a little more difficult.

I think.

I had an upcoming meeting with the governor of Nevada. I already knew I could manage the situation at the federal level. The US federal level. Kyrsten would stay out of it, for sure, but others were for it. All in, as they say.

Why the governor of Nevada?

Because I wanted to buy MGM International which was the largest casino owner in Las Vegas. They owned other less interesting properties except one which intrigued me.

MGM Macau.

That would take some conversations with the Chinese government but Pari would help. She was up to a dozen schools in China, including one in Macau. All in record time. The Chinese had embraced our learning philosophies. I think they liked all the sex, too.

But let's focus for now.

The last time I took Morgan and Orlando along. It was a new country. Monaco. This was the US with which we had more experience but not really at the state level. I needed a sidekick that represented the kingdom but at the last minute there were a flurry of conflicts. The original plan was Luna. You know, governor to governor.

That fell through. I was about to cancel the meeting when I happened to mention it to Amy. You know, my grandma.

Yeah, she doesn't really appreciate me calling her that. The funny thing is that she really is. Our ages may be compressed but she is clearly my mom's mother in law and you could really stop the in law part because she and Sophia, my mom, have a bond. So yes, my grandma. My mom who used to be my sister.

Ok it is a little confusing

Anyway. I mentioned I was going to cancel the meeting and Amy slapped me on the arm.

"Did you ask me to go? Did you?" said Amy.

I guess I didn't. It would make an impression bringing the queen.

"Ok. Can you go? The meeting is tomorrow. We can leave in the afternoon since we cross ten time zones," I said. "Dress up. I'll be in a suit." She laughed.

"I dress up OK," she said, with a smile. She does, she does. But she undresses pretty damn well, too. Now seemed like a good time, too. I love Tegan with all my heart, but Grandma is sexy as hell.

Yeah, that got me a slap. Sometimes I forget she can read me. I made up for it with my skills. I have skills. Many skills. My oral skills, in particular, are quite powerful.

So are Amy's. I had her over several times before she finished with me. Orally, that is. I laughed, because she just swallowed. She does still love cum. She didn't stop, though, and I stayed hard. Yep, she's skilled. She pushed me on my back and climbed on. Damn. She was leisurely bouncing away while I played with everything I could. I did wonder how Tegan would develop. Sorry, distraction, but Amy's breasts are spectacular. I think she liked that, because she really went off.

And milked everything I had out of me. Now it was my turn to push her on her back. For cleanup. All of which I kissed to her. I hadn't realized Tegan came in, but I did when she let out a short scream. She had been enjoying the show and playing with herself.

I had one more in me. This time Amy enjoyed the show. Finally we were all lying in bed, satisfied.

"Let's leave now. We can mystery shop one of the hotels. Which one do you want to see the most?" asked Amy.

"I want to see all of them," I said. "But I took a trip already. I have walked all of them except I haven't been to the Bellagio or Aria."

"Amy Lou," shouted Amy. Mary Lou came in. I can tell them apart but Amy can't so I just stayed quiet. She didn't mention it either.

"Get us a room at either the Bellagio or Aria in Las Vegas. Better yet, one for tonight and one for tomorrow. Just a nice room, not a suite. Use an alias. Pull an ID that has us as a married couple. Tegan, do you want to come?" Tegan nodded.

"OK, get her an ID, too. Age Luca and me both and make Tegan our daughter. Get her a rollaway bed in our room." OK, we all lost it at that point. Now I was going with my grandma to Las Vegas, pretending to be her husband, and my wife was going to be our daughter.

And we would pull it off. Thank goodness that Tegan is 10 now. Right?

We liked our anonymity so our defense services would manufacture a set of identification for us. Probably US but maybe Canadian. Passport, license, credit cards, the whole thing. I would magically have been 22 or 23 if Tegan didn't come. Now I'll be in my late twenties. I can do that. Being able to create new identities is handy. She came back shortly and handed us big envelopes.

"Everything is in there including reservations. Aria tonight," said Mary Lou.

How she did it that fast is a mystery.

"Thanks Mary Lou," said Amy. I think we both stared but she just laughed. Mary Lou shook her head and walked off.

"Let's go change," said Amy, heading off. I guess we aren't even going home to pack. Changing took a bit of time though. The carpet in the closet rooms is just so soft and Mary Lou helped us choose outfits. Heck, just the show that Mary Lou and Tegan put on was worth the time.

It was a hell of a show.

Las Vegas with my hubby-ish and his wife

Amy here. This was going to be fun. Off on a road trip with my oldest grandbaby who was masquerading as my husband and his wife who was our daughter. Yeah, it made me laugh, too. The funny thing is that something that convoluted could actually happen here. It wouldn't even be that surprising. Hmm.

Luca is such an amazing young man. His project in Monte Carlo has been an incredible success and opened up one more part of the world that understood our culture. We loved getting all dressed up and going there. Random groups of us went all the time. Let me tell you Mary Lou burns up the tables and if Amy Lou comes too, Luca is going to be on the losing side. He jokes that he is going to have to ban them.

At least I think he is joking. Given they're in the inner circle, it's just moving money around. It doesn't cost us a thing. Well, it does, since Mary Lou and Amy Lou donate all their winnings, but that just pushes the money out a different door.

We were all packed and Elias loaded it all onto the plane. We were taking the new E-85. We had an early model. We realized that the E-82 and its sibling the E-83 were pretty big. They seat 24 which is wonderful but we rarely have more than a few. When we do, the E-101 is an option, too, as long as we are not going into space. We have the S-88, too.

We do live an odd life.

Anyway, the E-85 held 8, including the pilots. Roomy first class seats but not sleepers or anything like that. It was also the first plane that was entirely anti-grav.

No wings. None at all. We weren't quite sure about it, so this was a bit of a trial.

The entire thing wasn't much larger than a big SUV. Maybe the size of a larger pickup. It fit in a standard parking place. Seriously. We could fly to anywhere, find a parking space, and float down into it. Basically an extension of our flying cars, but purpose built mostly because this was space capable.

It was a little confusing to those nearby. We hadn't done much with it outside of Dionysus properties except for a bit in Athens. Today would change that. The hotels were all valet parking though. Luckily, the plane would hover just like the Jetsons cars. They could also self-park so we would probably send it to the nearest Target or Costco to park.

Did I mention that visually it looked exactly like a large SUV, wheels and all? You could drive it around town like a car. Well, if by drive you meant telling it where you wanted to go. It did have a steering wheel but it was mostly for show. We could let them valet it and they would never know but we preferred not to. Hit the wrong button and you would take off. Yeah, that wouldn't happen, since it is coded for us, but you pictured it, didn't you?

OK, you didn't need any of that but they are cool.

We got in the, um, truck. Plane. Whatever. Luca sat in the driver's seat and told it we were going to the Aria hotel. It is a little freaky to be zipping along at almost 20,000 mph at 110,000 feet in an SUV. I can only imagine what the first people to see us through their telescope thought.

It was about a 20 minute flight so we just chatted and caught up. Tegan shared what she was doing with Nan. They are forces of nature. Faster than we could chat, we arrived. We left at 1600 but arrived before 0700. That's always freaky. I was confident Mary Lou already had us a room. We landed down the street a bit and drove up to the hotel. We hopped out, with our small suitcases. The valet came up to park the car. I knew Luca already had the app open on his watch so I let him deal with it. He tipped the man generously. We always do.

"We won't need you to park it," he said. He looked around to make sure no one was too close and hit the button on his watch. It floated straight up about 200 feet and flew off. We left everyone staring at it and walked inside. They were so enthralled that no one said a thing to us.

We do have fun. I suspect it is sitting at a Target right now.

We got inside and used the MGM app to get out a key from the machine. We're at the Aria tonight. Their self-checkin technology was good but not great. It could improve and I had no doubt it would once Luca was in charge. Bob would help. Maybe Rylee, too. The design sessions would be fun. We dropped our stuff off in the room and went for a walk. You probably thought we fucked first. After all, we're married, sort of. We would, but Luca needed to recover. After all, Tegan needed her turns, too. My granddaughter-in-law, daughter, fuck mate.

Our truck/plane/spaceship

Luca again. Ok, the whole thing with our whatever it is makes me laugh. It was parked at the Target and the AI in the vehicle would call the store and explain why it was there.

We walked around the casino and it smelled. That's all I could think of was the smell. They allowed smoking. We would have to tear up the entire place. Replace the carpeting. Sanitize. It was disgusting. We might lose the smokers but that was fine with me. We would totally revamp the entire casino. It was packed and tacky. We went for roomy and reserved. The penny slots would go. We would lose the low dollar crowd. This hotel wasn't a big show hotel but we would make it a small venue for up and coming artists. Orlando would help.

We walked over into the conference center and it was just perfect. Multiple floors. Open and airy. Moveable and configurable rooms. It had huge potential.

Not as a conference center. Nope. As a Gamma resort. We would block off and highly secure the corridor.

Maybe. It depended on our meeting this afternoon. The meeting was in Carson City which is the capital and 500 miles away. A short hop.

We explored the MGM Grand which was just down the street. My God, it was gaudy. This would be a big project. It did have a big conference center which would probably stay a conference center. We didn't need Gamma everywhere. Yet. We would check out the other properties later.

We spent a few hours at the pool. We had particular fun since we were supposed to be married. Apparently I am handsy with my wife and grandma. Not Tegan and Amy. Just Amy. Tegan finally did get frustrated, so she went off and jumped in the pool and met some of the kids her age. Oh, I'm going to pay for that sentence, but it is factual. I'll let her tell that story. I know she disappeared for a few hours and there weren't as many kids in the pool now. I'm sure it was innocent though. Right. Then we went back to the room.

I had recovered nicely. Tegan and I started with the Crossed Keys. Interesting. I wasn't the first. Sloppy seconds. I kind of like it. I was looking forward to cleaning her out.

"Tenth," gasped Tegan. Well, she was cumming at the time.

Tenth. She had stories to tell. I added the tenth but she wasn't ready to be cleaned out yet. She cleaned me off and got me ready and pointed at Amy. My wife is so sweet and shares so well.

Amy and I went with the Rocking Horse. That one was on the floor. You needed a hard surface. Such fun. Tegan insisted I had to cum on her. I obliged. While Amy and I were fucking, Tegan told us the story of her missing hour. Damn, it was hot. Finally I just exploded. I thought she meant cum on her but she meant Amy. Oh well. Amy cleaned her up. Then we cleaned her out. Yum.

Luca is good

Amy again. Luca is so good at this. I meant running casinos and hotels. OK, he was great at other things, too. He was planning the upgrades as we walked. He noticed things I missed down to the smallest detail. He didn't like the MGM much. He would probably rip it apart. I agree. The pool was fun. He's a thoughtful grandchild. He's got a nice cock, too. He didn't mention that we cleaned out Tegan together. Lots of cum. Lots of kissing. Somehow I got all sticky and cum covered. Oh no. My grandkids are sweet though. They cleaned me up so nicely. Then we all showered. They both shampooed my hair.

I love them so much. I love doing them, too.

We were all dressed up now and fetched the car back. I'm just going to call it a car. The valets made sure a space was cleared and it floated down and we got in. This time we didn't drive off, we just floated up and flew off. We got to Carson City and dropped in a ways from the office to which we were going and drove over. We could park it ourselves and did. We went in and were led right into a conference room.

We met with the governor and the head of the gaming commission. We would need their approval for the purchase. Their reaction to Tegan joining us was telling.

They both got hard. Now, my ego took a little hit, because I met them first, but come on. Tegan.

I won't narrate the entire meeting. It went very well. Much better than expected. It turned out both men had children in our Dallas school.

They knew all about us. Their kids were zooming through school and as they put it, maturing equally as fast. We laid out the details of the Gamma resort and our thinking we would start with the Aria. Luca threw in we would open a school in Carson City. Why not, if that sealed the deal.

They absolutely loved it. Let's face it, the tax base alone would be wonderful. Luca outlined his plan to refurbish all the properties. That would also increase our taxes. We didn't care. They loved it all. We had the paperwork to approve our gaming license conditional on the purchase. They signed it on the spot.

We were good to go. They asked about Gamma memberships. We hated to disappoint them, but we couldn't legally give them a free membership and there was no way they could afford it. They were nice, even philosophical, about it.

"Maybe someday," said the governor.

"We do suggest you volunteer at the new school," I said. They both quickly understood my point, at least if a raging hardon was an indication.

Now it was time for Luca to do magic, with Jason and Sophia's help. They needed to buy it. There were complicated laws in the US but within a week, Luca held controlling interest and voted his shares for a full acquisition.

Then it was done.

Oh, Luca, Tegan and I did stay a few days and went to some great shows.

And we fucked a lot. I like to be an involved grandparent.

My little story

Luca promised that I would tell my story. This is Tegan. It's a little silly, but fun. I met a bunch of really cool kids in the pool. I admit, sometimes it is fun to just be 10 years old. I actually had to watch the kids and act a bit, since I didn't really know how to be a kid like that. It was a good size group and we were all standing around in the shallow end of the pool. All I was thinking was they were all wearing too many clothes. Anything beyond naked was too many clothes. I counted and there were nine boys and seven girls, counting me. When I got there, a brother and sister were sitting on the edge of the pool and the kids were all gathered around. They were from Dallas and were telling stories about all the sex they were getting at one of our schools.

That's just not cool at all. I listened for a bit, finally getting their names. I thought to Pari and she looked them up for me.

Double not cool. Not students. Tested and didn't make it. I pushed my way to the front, which wasn't exactly easy. I'm little. At least two people gasped when they looked at me.

So much for my fake id.

"You two are so full of shit," I said. "Not only is nothing you're claiming true, if you were students at a Dionysus school you'd keep your fucking mouths shut. Discretion is a mantra."

"Oh, be quiet little girl," said the boy. "You probably just want some of this." Oh God. The boy next to me snorted. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows and he laughed.

"Let me guess," he said. "My story?" I smiled and waited. He turned to the boastful two.

"If she says you're full of shit then guess what, you're full of shit," said the boy. The boy and girl laughed. There was a buzz running through the group in the pool and they kids all started to drift away.

"Hey, we've got more stories," shouted the boy. The cutest little girl turned back.

"Yeah, more stories," she said. Oh, she drew the word stories out for a long time.

Suddenly I found myself with a little crowd.

"Forgive me for being direct," said the little guy that had been beside me. "We've become quite close during our vacation. We were wondering if you'd like to join us in my room." The group of kids, which was now eight boys and five girls all smiled. I'd guess 7 to 13 or so.

Fuck, yeah.

Oh, I'll bet you're already wondering. If Luca was my tenth, and there were eight boys, did one of them get to go twice?

Nope. One of the girls had a cock.

A really fun group.

And with that, we headed home.

Rinsing off can be fun

It started on campus. At NYU. I started it, but it was a mistake, I promise.

A fortuitous mistake, and yes, I love that word. This is Cassie.

So here's how it went down. It was hot. I was hot. I just gave birth a few months ago, I'm the president of the university, and a resident in the hospital. I'm tired, I'm stressed, and I was freaking hot.

A muggy New York summer day. I'm not wearing very much, because, you know, hot and muggy. Just a pair of booty shorts and a cami. The attire for all college presidents. OK, in our world, it might actually be. Even the guys.

We're a fun country.

Now to the mistake. We have a small park on campus. It has a wading pool, and a playscape, and a mister. What's a mister you ask? It's a fan that puts out a fine mist of water. It really cools you down, through evaporation. The park was on my way back to my office, so on a lark, I swung through the mister. It felt so amazing, I let it really get my face wet. Finally I gave in and headed on to my office.

But seemed to be attracting attention. Glances. Outright stares. I guess I'm pretty well-known, but this seemed a little more. Then one young girl saw me looking and laughed. She pointed at her nipples. Why would she...

Oh.

I'd been under the mister a little longer than I anticipated. My top was completely transparent and stuck to my tits. My nice, milk-filled B cups. I'm a little on the voluptuous side right now. Just had a baby, you know. My booty shorts were just as transparent and had ridden up into both my pussy and my ass.

I am quite the vision right now.

People were stopping and staring, but politely, you know? Enjoying the impromptu show, but not being disrespectful. That's when I realized what was happening. I am still in the little park and approaching the other mister.

Yes, the other mister.

Where there is now a line of people, in their underwear, waiting to be misted. On a bench, I saw piles of neatly folded clothes. We're a neat society, too. The people in line were all ages, from tiny toddlers wearing a diaper, to one couple that had to be north of their sixties. A damn fine sixties. She was wearing little more than a thong and a cami kind of like mine, but tighter. He is in the classic tighty-whitey.

Oh. Their turn. She is a vision and sexy as hell.

He, how can I even put it, I wanted him. Right now. You could see the outline of his cock and it was thick and long.

And still soft.

She's Hispanic, with nice C cup breasts. Very petite. Sexy AF. He's over 6'2", Black, in great shape and all he is wearing is the seethru underwear.

Now, the line had all gone through the mister. The kids had stripped down to just bottoms, with a few kids completely naked. Some of the girls were topless, but likely because they didn't have anything on under their t-shirt.

I noticed a little cluster of kids, fully clothed, and watching. I walked over, in my transparent glory.

"Not feeling it today?" I asked. They all stared. They all appeared to enjoy it. The two boys visibly so.

Both boys blushed.

"Are your erections the only thing that are keeping you from having fun?" I asked. "Because they're entirely normal. Look at the sexy older couple jumping in the sprinkler behind me."

The all gasped. The sexy guy?

Has a now visible 11-inch (28 cm) hard cock. You can see it through the material. People were staring and he was laughing.

And getting phone numbers. They both were. Including mine.

"Listen," I said. "You know there is no pressure. You can happily just watch. But if it is embarrassment keeping you from doing it, then think about it again. Hell, I did it by mistake, and I'm still carrying new baby chub."

"You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life," said one of the girls. I had to hold back laughing, because just then Ruby walked up. Wearing what were already sheer panties that are now soaking wet.

And that's all Ruby is wearing. The same girl jumped back in.

"OK, no offense, but you're number two now," she said, smiling.

"No offense taken," I said. I turned and gave Ruby a kiss. A we really got into it kiss that rolled right into orgasms. In front of the kids.

"Will you both please kiss me?" asked the young woman. Well, she did say please. I leaned down and took her hands. I put them on my breasts and she started kneading them. It feels great.

Then I kissed her and pushed her through a nice orgasm. The other kids noticed. Not just the kids that we were talking to.

All the kids. They formed a very nice line. I rearranged a little, putting Ruby to my left and the young woman, who I found out is Salome, to my right. She shared that she is 9, so available to anyone. The funny thing is that since we own the school system, too, damn near everyone that wanders through campus has signed parents approval. There are plenty of signs at the entrance that this is a Dionysus Zone and that our rules are followed regardless of parental approval, so it didn't matter.

Salome got her own line. She might have upped her game a bit by stripping to her panties and running through the water.

Nipple bumps. She has freaking nipple bumps.

She needs this tiny cami more than I do. I pulled it up and off, to many moans, which I appreciated. We post-baby chubby women, even in our culture, still have some body image issues and a good moan is helpful. I handed the shirt to Salome and she laughed. She pulled it on and ran back through the water.

About a quarter of the people in Ruby's line and my line switched to hers. She laughed.

"Do they know the orgasms are only in your lines?" she asked.

"That's not true," said Ruby. "Your line, too. I believe. Just believe." She nodded to the first person in Salome's line. A young man of about 13. Wearing only his underwear, but sticking an inch or so out the top. A nice 5-inch (13 cm) cock. Salome waved him forward and we all watched.

It was one hell of a kiss. Suddenly his cock just erupted. It was trapped between them, so when he stepped back, his chest was covered with cum.

And so is Salome's. Salome moved him next to her and turned him around.

"Your kisses will do it, too," said Salome.

The lines rearranged a bit. It makes me happy that over half the people in Damian's line were boys. Did I mention that Damian is Salome's 13-year-old brother? We just found that out.

The first person in Damian's line is a late-twenties guy. I know him, quite well, since he is in my residency group. Brice is smoking hot. Brice doesn't need to kiss me or Ruby.

He already has. Interesting that he chose Damian's lane, not Salome. He moved pretty quick to be at the head of that line.

He is wearing boxer briefs, and only boxer briefs, but Brice has an 11-inch (28 cm) cock. Quite a bit was sticking up and out. He walked up to Damian and my GOD that was a kiss.

Now they're both simply covered with Brice's cum. Some got in Damian's hair.

He didn't mind. The lines all started moving. The next person in my line is little. Quite little. Sexy AF, but young, with a little 2-inch (5 cm) cock that was just throbbing. I admit, with Ruby and Salome, I was surprised he picked my line and I asked him.

"I don't understand," he said. "They're both quite beautiful, but you're a vision. A talented sculptor would break out as a star with a statue of you, looking exactly like that. I might have to take up the art."

Then he hit me with a smile. Combined with a little smirk.

I had to sit down for a moment. The orgasms just wouldn't stop. I looked up at him.

"How old are you?" I asked, hoping so much for the right answer.

"I am Talin and today is my 7th birthday," he said, with a comical leer. I pointed at him and pointed at the ground in front of me. I was sitting criss-cross and I'm pretty sure he liked it.

"I am going to word this very carefully," I said. "After all, it isn't the beginning of your day, right?"

It took him a moment, but he finally figured out what I meant.

"Right," he said, laughing. "It your question is about my first, I assure you that is no longer an issue. After all, I turned 7 at midnight."

"That was a well-calculated, understanding, perfect answer," I said. I laid back into the soft grass and opened my legs. Our campus, right? Even if it is in the middle of Manhattan. I expected him to climb on board, but he didn't. He laid down on me and kissed me. Gently at first, then his tongue probed. Of course I opened up. He slid his hand between us and started gently stroking my clit while we kissed. He could tell I was close, probably from the pace and volume of my moans, and he broke the kiss and latched onto my nipple and sucked. Hard.

I damn near bucked him off. He made it past eight seconds, riding the bull.

OK, weird reference. He came in for another kiss and I naturally opened my mouth. He dribbled breast milk into my mouth and then went for the kiss, simultaneously sliding up and in.

His skills were incredible. World-class. I kept cumming and cumming and cumming. Then I felt it. Someone was cumming on us. Now a lot of people are cumming on us. Talin pulled out and added his cum to the mess. Yes, he's 7.

It was a lot of cum.

I had an idea and we both stood up.

And restarted the line. For Talin and me, some went in for the kiss first, but most licked up a stripe of cum and then kissed it to me. I quickly turned and kissed it to Talin. We got into a groove where when we got cum in a kiss, we'd pass it to the other.

I'm liking this part. After about an hour, I really needed to go, so I headed to my office. I didn't have a shirt anymore, so this was going to be a different me than they have seen. I do have clothes in my office, although I'd bet my afternoon of meetings would be more pleasant if I was topless. I got to the administration building and walked in. I was getting more appreciative stares than looks of surprise, although most looks of surprise turned in to appreciative stares, which I admit makes me feel good. Baby, remember? I took the elevator up and the only person on the elevator was a student. An old school student. I guess early twenties. His grin was pretty big.

"It's a bold fashion statement, but it works for you," he said. "You do have a bit of cum near your left nipple." I shouldn't, but I did.

"Could you take care of that for me?" I asked, kind of thrusting that breast towards him.

"I'm afraid I don't have anything with me to wipe it off," he said, clearly disappointed.

"I would not be averse to your tongue, but would love it if you kissed it to me," I said. His look of shock was wonderful. "No pressure, you may not enjoy cum."

He was thoughtful for a moment and the doors opened. I took his hand and pulled him out on to my floor. He was clearly wrestling with something.

"Happy to talk about what you're thinking," I said. He took a deep breath.

"I have always thought I was straight as straight can be. But recently, since you bought the school, I've seen more and more man-on-man sex and I'm intrigued, but haven't gone there," he said. "This feels like a low-risk opportunity to cross the line, with a beautiful woman."

With that, he leaned over and licked it off. It's a little salty, so he got that first taste of cum look but seemed to resolve it to liked it.

"Don't forget my kiss, if there is interest," I said. He leaned in for this kiss and it was wonderful. It helped that I pulled his hands to my breasts. He gently squeezed, but it didn't take much and when we broke the kiss he looked at his wet hands, a little confused.

"Breast milk," I said, laughing. He thought about it for a bit, then licked himself clean.

"If you're interested in taking the next step in a safe environment, my husband and I would welcome the opportunity to host you at our home and coach you," I said. "He could and would certainly be willing to be your first, but he is 9, so you might prefer someone older, or perhaps someone older in addition to Luke. Is there anyone from Dionysus that is the focus of your fantasies?"

He got a shocked look.

"You're suggesting that I could pick someone and you'd arrange it?" he asked.

"Maybe. Probably. They're all good guys and great for your first time," I said.

"Well, my fantasies revolve around Orlando and Morgan," he said, smiling. "Although I admit my new fantasies will include you." Damn, he has a nice smile and I'll tell ya, that hard cock looked appealing to me, even through the shorts.

"OK, how about this," I said. "I'll invite Morgan and Orlando to dinner tomorrow night. I'll explain the situation and that all of us are going to get naked and teach you. We have some others that live with us that you'll enjoy, too. But if I interest you, I'm always horny as hell. If you want to come into my office, you can fuck me right now."

"That seems like a fine plan," he said. "Is there a point when you'd like to know my name?"

"Nah," I said. He looked surprised and I laughed. I held out my hand.

"I'm Cassie," I said. "What's your name?"

"Anton," he said. "Don't you even want to know how old I am?"

"You're at least 9, right?" I said and he laughed.

"19," he said, also laughing.

"A very fine age," I said. "That means anyone that is at least 9 is in play. Too bad you're not 17, because that brings in some pretty smoking 7-year-olds."

He moaned.

Then he laughed.

"I guess when I started NYU wasn't the time to lie about my age," he said. I just waited.

"I'm only 15," he said. "I just turned 15."

"Oh God," I moaned. "That brings in so many. Do any of the younger royals appeal to you?" He moaned. A deep, throaty moan.

"My number one fantasy involves Colby, Nylah, Bill, and especially Jessica," said Anton.

"In addition to or in replacement of Orlando," I asked. "Morgan is off limits to them. So is Orlando." He looked shocked and then smiled.

"Why in addition to, of course," he said, with a dazzling smile. It seemed like the time to lead him to the couch.

"Followed by Morgan," he said, smiling, right as he slid in.

"Don't push your luck," I said, but luck came out as an eleven syllable word as I just exploded.

The man has skills. We made arrangements for dinner tomorrow night.

He wouldn't recover by tonight. Seven, just remember the number seven.

Oh wait, make that eight. That last one was in my ass. Heaven.

Surely she was just fucking with me

Before she was actually fucking with me. I'll probably knock on the door and some stranger will open it and have no idea who I am. It is an address near campus, so I walked over and am just about to knock. Before I could, the door opened. Standing there, quite naked, was Princess Jessica. She smiled and struck a pose and I damn near came. She held out her hand to me and pulled me inside and closed the door.

"Lean over," she said. She put her hand behind my neck and pulled me in for the best kiss I have ever had in my life and my kisses with Cassie were pretty freaking spectacular. I don't know what came over me, but I started rubbing her nipple. Then I quickly pulled back and broke the kiss.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I was supposed to ask permission." Jessica laughed.

"I think the fact that we're all here naked provides a level of implied consent," said Jessica, pulling me in for another kiss. Proper grammar has never turned me on more. This time I let my hands roam. With one hand I was tweaking her right nipple and with the other I was gently stroking her clit.

She didn't last. She vibrated through a very nice orgasm.

"Very nice," said a voice and I turned. "I hope you don't mind our crashing the party." I turned and damn near fainted.

Watching us was Queen Amy and King Bob, smiling, having watched me stroke off their 5-year-old daughter.

"Your presence is a wonderful gift," I said and they laughed.

"Smooth, dude," said King Bob. "We're huggers, if there is an interest." Amy held her hands open after insisting I call her Amy and that no one used titles. Not being stupid, I went in for a hug. And a kiss. A nice kiss. She even took my hands and put them on the exact spots that I put them on Jessica.

With the same result.

I pulled back and I realized Bob had his arms open. Hell yes, I went in for a hug. Possibly the best hug I have ever had in my life.

"May I kiss you or would you prefer your first kiss with a man to be someone else?" asked Bob. I'm willing to bet I turned bright red and Bob smiled.

"Good," said Bob. "You got that out of the way." So I kissed him.

These people freaking know how to kiss. Bob's cock rubbed against my shorts and it was wonderful. Jessica dragged my hand and pulled me into the living room. I saw Cassie, standing with a young man that I assumed was Luke. Orlando and Morgan were with them, as were the other three younger kids.

All naked. Bill was casually stroking Colby's cock, who was casually stroking the cock of a stunning young man I would eventually find out is Horacio. We went through the introductions, or more accurately, I told them who I was.

"Do you have any thoughts on order?" asked Morgan. "You're in charge tonight. Just approach anyone that interests you and suggest something. Singles, groups, whatever feels right." Then she laughed.

"You have it all planned out and the extra people we brought are throwing you a bit," said Morgan. "They're absolutely all in play."

I moaned for quite a long time. You see, I got to meet Nicolo, Nova, Mindy, and Mark, too. Did I mention that Ruby and Tomas were here, too?

Best day ever.

Cassie walked over and took my hand and pulled me into the next room.

"This can be overwhelming and we might have made it worse," said Cassie. "I can send some home, or we can reschedule, or we can make it more private in a bedroom. In our world, we all have public sex and enjoy learning from each other, but not everyone feels that way."

I admit I laughed.

"No worries," I said. "I am not embarrassed by anything at all, but you're telling me that even if I am with Jessica, everyone would watch?" Cassie laughed.

"And we'd all likely learn a thing or two," said Cassie. "We don't hide sex from the kids. Now, most aren't as advanced as Jessica and Bill. No, strike that, most aren't as public as Jessica and Bill. They were literally born into this world. Sex is just something wonderful to share to them. And to the rest of us. So who is up first?"

"Luke," I said. "I wouldn't have thought so, but damn that dude is smoking." Cassie laughed again.

"Tell me about it," she said.

We both were laughing when we walked back into the room. She walked right over to Luke and took his hand and led us both to a big lounge near the center of the room. Luke is dancing with excitement.

I like that in a sexual partner.

"I would suggest that we start with you topping," said Cassie. "It is always a more comfortable place to begin."

"With Luke?" I squeaked. "How does that even work?"

"Quite nicely," said Luke, who just removed my shorts. And my shirt. And everything else.

He's already naked.

He laid back on the lounge and scooted to the edge. His legs hung over and he spread his legs wide. Suddenly the lounge rose up, until it was at the perfect height.

"Just roll with it," said Cassie, laughing. She taught me how to prepare Luke, not by doing it, but by telling me how to do it.

He liked it. I liked it.

Cassie took my cock and put it in place.

"Push gently until you feel resistance," she said. "Then increase the pressure slowly until it pops in. Then you're good to go."

I pushed, and nothing.

"Push harder," said Luke. "It's all good." It did and I heard the pop and slid in more. Cassie got behind me and put her hands on my ass and pushed. Hard.

I am now buried in Luke. Holy Shit what a feeling.

"This is a good time to stroke my cock," said Luke. "It's fun and gets my first one out of the way." Caught up in the moment, I took his cock and started stroking him in time with my strokes.

Neither one of us lasted very long. Seeing this young man, who I didn't think would even cum, just cover himself with cum was too much.

"Cum in him," said Cassie. "Your first time, you should." And I did. Lots and lots of cum. Lots.

Then Cassie explained cleanup, by showing me a bit.

"You don't have to," said Cassie. "Any of us would be happy to."

"Any?" I said.

I think my ears hurt. Everyone in the room yelled the word yes, and Cassie just screamed out the word jinx.

Ah. Good for Cassie. While she was paying off, Luke taught me about cleaning up his cum, too.

I appear to like cum.

A lot.

Finally, for me, it was the big show. Luke and I switched positions and the bed lowered to his height. Handy.

Cassie prepped me, quite vigorously, and the Luke slid in.

Oh my God, it is glorious. He pumped and pumped and pumped.

And came inside me. I might never get up.

"Stay here," said Luke. "Cum is great lube. Would you like someone else to go? I'd limit myself to ten for my first night."

"Ten," I choked out, and Luke and Cassie laughed.

"Or one," said Cassie. "Your choice. Literally your choice. Everyone in this room that has a cock would do you."

"Everyone," said a voice. I turned and the most beautiful woman was standing there.

Hard as a rock. Which is how I met Juanita. Who went next.

It was tough to choose just ten.

The rest of the night was amazing and yes, the four youngest were involved, although I won't share their story.

I fell asleep on the lounge. I wore out. What can I say. I woke up in the middle of the night, with Jessica snuggled into one side and Bill the other. We're covered with a blanket and all still naked.

Jessica snores.

And thus ended the night that opened my eyes.

I like Dionysus.

A lot.

A weekend in Argentina

I don't get this at all. I just don't. I'm a college kid, at a young age. That's weird enough. I go to NYU. Still Anton.

But right now, I am on a space plane going to Argentina to go snow skiing.

A space plane.

To Argentina.

To go snow skiing.

That's not even the weird part. Our pilots are Jessica and Nylah. Who are naked.

I do not know why they are naked. I am pleased that they are naked. I am sitting behind them next to Nylah's fiancee, Karolina, who I have just met. She is also naked.

And worth looking at.

I am not naked.

Yet.

Karolina suggested I tell this story after the weekend.

Then she kissed me.

It seems like a good plan.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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