3 October 2022

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I can't believe I bought it all

I really can't. How could we make that big a mistake? I wanted one university. This is Lukas. The idiot.

Not every school in the freaking state.

Thank goodness I have Maxie. She is incredible. I don't know why I am worried. She has everything under control. The fact that being Maxie didn't seem to matter to anyone was a surprise. A couple newspapers had unflattering letters to the editor, but I was impressed that the editorial board of the Jackson paper responded, quite forcefully, that people just needed to get over it.

Their italics, not mine.

This will be a short entry because, well, it is going well. Between the schools and universities, we have over 300,000 students. We had done an inventory of schools and they were rough.

Really rough. As in quickly replace, rough. We had pioneered a technique to replace a school overnight. Zap the old one out of existence and then fly in a new one. We were building them as fast as we could. We had replaced dozens of schools. Do you know the cool thing? We were replacing them in order of worst to best. That meant the newest schools are in socioeconomically depressed areas.

Yes, that is controversial. We didn't put up with it. They protested. Fuck'em.

I called them out. Personally. Up close. Challenged the protestors.

Almost exclusively white men with a surprising number of Confederate flags.

We banned anything celebrating the confederacy or Nazis from the schools. Then we took out restraining orders.

That didn't slow them down.

Well, they sure didn't think much of me. They loved to comment on my Olive skin tone. I'm white as can be. I'm from freaking Lithuania.

Racist much?

They were also stupid and kept trespassing. Every time they did, we took them into custody. At an even dozen, we published a picture of them in our prison.

In space.

No one ever protested us again. Yeah, we let them go. We only held them long enough for a photo op. I wonder if any of them ever told their families that the shot was actually at the Gamma resort.

Let's just say they don't appear to be as racist anymore. They got to know people of all races. I'll just leave that here.

But we had a huge task ahead deprogramming our new students. It was tough. They heard vile things at home, and we tried to correct them at school. We taught facts not rumor and innuendo.

Some of the kids were pretty hard core. We made sure their schoolwork and success was based on their team.

All our teams were racially diverse. They could succeed by working with their team. The one thing we leveraged was younger siblings. It wasn't that they were not indoctrinated. They had just been born in a world that included Dionysus and wouldn't put up with the racist bullshit.

They were having an effect on their siblings and classmates. I like that. The power dynamics are fascinating. I'll use Olivia as an example. Olivia is 9-years-old. Olivia is already in the 11th grade. Olivia has an older brother. Roger is 15. Roger came to us in the 9th grade. Roger is still in the 9th grade. Roger does not play well with others. Olivia isn't as much calling him on it as she is excelling. It is absolutely pissing him off. Royally. Yeah, I went there. Royally. I'm telling Bob. Bob rewarding you is fun. Trust me.

I fucking love Olivia. Roger also keeps getting in trouble. His jacket with the confederate flag was not well received on campus. Neither was the necklace with the noose. Roger is also a bully. Roger is going to regret that, and I am absolutely setting him up. Seriously setting him up.

Our newest student, dressed as young as she can, and wearing pigtails, is actually pretty recognizable out in the world. We were pretty confident that world didn't include Roger. Olivia figured it out, quickly, but rolled with it, which we appreciate. Our newest student Alejandra has olive skin and speaks with a pretty thick Spanish accent.

Even if you suspected it was Pari, the accent threw you. Her skin really isn't the right tone, but Roger isn't going to know that.

We put her in his classes. We were not sure how it would play out, but she was bait, pure and simple.

As she put it, she also got to mystery shop. I think she meant the school, but she might have meant the wrestling room. I'll turn this over to her.

I've been bait before

And I'll be bait again. This is the challenge of taking over existing schools. Then again, we had zero incidents in Los Angelas. I hate to say it, but the brown kids appreciated the opportunity and busted their asses.

The white Mississippi boys, not so much. Now the girls, they were good. Mostly.

I'd been in school for a few days. Nothing much had happened other than Roger and his buddies making clumsy passes. Roger was getting more and more enraged though. One by one I'd taken his friends to the wrestling room. Now, it had been pretty plain vanilla. Somehow the new girl showing off my level of skills would draw attention. Come on. I spend most of my time with Amy and Bob. I have skills.

Finally he was the last man standing. That wasn't going well. We both had the next period free having just finished a punishing physics class. Roger was lost. I'd passed it and more, so I was good. I thought I'd actually try to do something nice, so I went over to him.

"I understand the material pretty well," I said. "Would you like me to help you study for the test?"

"Let's go fuck," he said. Now, that's a pickup line that never works. He didn't say please!

I don't think he appreciated me laughing. I controlled myself, finally.

"I think our time would be better used studying, don't you?" I said. Suddenly he grabbed my hair. My freaking hair. He dragged me out of the room by the hair. I could have stopped him, but I just rode it, and it didn't hurt that much. He dragged me to the gym and then into a wrestling room. He pushed me and in the process ripped off my T-shirt, leaving me topless.

Then I beat the shit out of him. You expected some form of diplomacy? Fuck that. He dragged me by my hair and ripped off my shirt. I was careful. I didn't hurt him badly. More his pride than anything else, but he was going to be black and blue and sore for a long, long time.

Good. Once the fight started, kids kept streaming into the room to watch. It was a little stereotypical. He was using big roundhouse swings and trying to use his weight. I was dancing and jabbing. Hands and feet. Just flipping my foot out and catching his leg. I was careful with joints. I didn't want to cause permanent damage. Oh, he was going to need a hospital, but not the ICU. Just some stitches.

OK, maybe a lot of stitches. Finally he went down, again, and stayed down. His closest friends were razzing him.

"Stop," I said, in my sternest voice. Not Jessica stern, but you get the point. They stopped, which honestly surprised me a bit.

"This isn't the way to solve a problem, but it is a way to stop an assault," I said. "You boys are freaking embarrassing. You've got a hell of a thing here and you are fucking it up. We're in the damn wrestling room. Girls like to fuck. A lot. Lots of girls will let you fuck them," I said. "It's kind of a thing in these schools. But you're screwing it up. You're trying to be badasses in a culture that values being nice. Always. We have never in the history of our school system had to toss anybody out of the school. I'm pretty damn close to doing it to all of you and this is your one and only warning."

I was pretty loud. They looked a little cowed, except for the guy who was still down. Jeez.

"Oh, that's just bullshit," he said. "You're just some little Mexican chick."

Yes, I rolled my eyes.

"Did you not notice that everything I just said was in crystal clear English?" I said. I honestly don't think he had.

"I'm not Mexican. I'll do you one better. I'm Iranian," I said.

A young girl snorted. Oh hell yes, I just looked at her and waited. She laughed.

"It was the snort, wasn't it?" she asked, and I smiled.

"She's not some new Mexican kid. She's the Minister of Education for Dionysus. She's Pari," said the girl. "She runs all of the schools world-wide." She came over and whispered in my ear and I laughed and nodded.

"She is also reported to be one hell of a good fuck," said the girl. She'd asked my permission before she said that. I'm cool with that reputation. Mostly because I am one hell of a good fuck.

Ask Amy and Bob. Or Orlando and Grace. Hell, there was that one weekend with an exception, and you could ask Bill and Jessica. And Nylah and Colby.

Together.

I might be adrift.

But damn.

"Well, I could have taken her, but went easy on a girl," he said, from the floor, bleeding.

"Dude, you couldn't take a 5-year-old girl in my world," I said, just flat setting him up.

He hopped up, limping a bit, and took another swing at me. I just took one step back and he face planted. Good thing it is a wrestling room.

"I'll tell ya what, Roger," I said, drawing out his name. "I'll take that bet. I've got a 5-year-old girl for you to fight. If she wins, you apologize and fucking turn into a good person. If you don't, you're gone and think what you'll be missing."

"And if I win?" he asked. "When I win?" I admit, I laughed.

"Then you can fuck me, and your friends can get in line," I said. "One after the other."

He puffed out his chest and strutted around. See, bloody but not broken.

"Go to the doctor," I said. "When your doctor says it is safe, I'll have her here that day."

How much do I hurt him?

That's the big question, isn't it? This is Jessica. Today is the fight. He's already planning how he is going to fuck Pari. I suspect a pleasant afternoon of making love wasn't his plan.

We're in the wrestling room now and the crowd is huge. Everyone wasn't going to fit.

"Let's do this out in the grass," I said. "Then everyone can watch." Being me, I headed towards the door, and everyone followed me. I could tell Roger was surprised that I both showed up and wasn't worried.

Why would I be?

I walked out and found the soccer fields. Soccer. What a weird name for football. There was a team practicing, but they all scattered. I think I might be a little scary. As I got to the field, I passed a bench and took the opportunity to take off all my clothes and fold them and put them on the bench. I kept walking to the center of the field and the crowd all climbed into the stands. Just Roger and me. Roger is in shorts and a T-shirt. He can't take his eyes off me.

"We're doing this naked?" he said, trembling a bit in his voice.

"Your call," I said. "I'm more comfortable this way. You can leave the clothes on or take them off. I'm going to kick your ass either way. How confident are you?"

"Ha!" he said. "You're a tiny little girl. I'm going to have to be careful I don't kill you." God, I love overconfidence.

"Every time I knock you down, you take off a piece of clothing," I said. "Every time you knock me down, I'll bring someone famous for you to fuck, starting with Queen Amy."

Bold, offering my mom, wasn't it? She'll never know. He isn't going to knock me down.

"Sound like a great deal for me," said Roger. "Unlimited pussy."

The athletic director came out to be the ref. He was little distracted by my pussy but seemed to recover and the match started. Really? The running roundhouse?

I stepped to the side and tripped him. Oh, that had to hurt. He face planted and skidded for a bit but hopped back up.

"What are you taking off?" I asked, in my snarkiest voice. He ripped off his shirt. Not his best choice. He's not fat, but he isn't in shape. You know what I mean?

Hell, I'm 5 and I have pretty nice abs. I think the AD thinks so, too. He's pretty hard.

Roger came in closer and tried another big punch. I blocked him easily and moved close.

And kissed him.

That threw him off a bit. Hey, I can fuck with him. He came back for more and tried a combination, which was easily avoided, and I swept his legs out from under him.

I think he is regretting already being barefoot. Off came his gym shorts, leaving him in tighty whiteys. Small ones.

Not much going on in there dude.

He came after me again and went for the kick, but he caught my leg. I loved his smile.

He flipped my leg up. I don't think he expected my backflip, with a solid 10 landing.

"Shit," he said. I went in fast and hit him in the chest and stomach a few times, pulling my punches a bit. I danced back and he doubled over. I could have finished him, but really wasn't sure what the best outcome would be. So I walked over and pushed him over. He landed with a thud and his eyes got big. I leaned over him.

"I won't make you do it, if you apologize to Pari and straighten up your act," I said. His reaction was to push me really hard, but he quickly realized he had his hands on my nipples and freaked out, dropping his hands, which only made him rub my pussy on the way down.

Which somehow made him scream.

Dude. It's OK.

I braced myself and held out a hand to help him up. He took my hand and pulled as hard as he could.

I didn't budge but pulled him to his feet. Given I'm less than 30 kilos and he's closer to 60 kilos, everyone watching knew exactly what happened.

Then they started chanting "Take them off".

Yeah, we're not going there.

"It is up to you dude," I said. "I'm willing to stop and you can walk away without baring your penis. Or we can keep going."

Damn, this dude is stubborn.

Holy shit. And well endowed. He wasn't very big soft, but apparently he couldn't control his cock when it was out in the air. It kept growing and growing.

And growing.

Until it was at least a 9-inch (23 cm) thick cock. Uncut. Big mushroom head. You get the idea.

"Dude!" I said. "Good grief. Straighten up your act and there isn't a girl or boy on this campus that wouldn't let you fuck them," I said. He just looked at me.

"What?" said Roger. "Why do you say that?"

Oh boy.

"Dude, you've got a really big cock. Put on your clothes," I said, firmly. "You're coming with me."

I figured out a better way to teach him.

He started getting razzed as he got dressed, but I held up my hand to the crowd and climbed up on the bench.

"Listen," I said. "We agreed on a solution that meant the fight was over. That's always a good outcome. Always. He has nothing to be embarrassed about any more than I do."

Then I walked away, and he followed me, all the way back to the building. I walked around the building and my plane was in front of the administration building. Pari walked with us.

"I'm taking him for a bit," I said. "Tell his parents." Pari laughed and agreed. I'm still naked.

And that doesn't surprise you.

We got strapped in and I turned to him. He was very confused.

"Can you be a nice guy? Do you have it in you?" I asked. He looked a little sheepish.

"Yeah," he said. "I know I've been a dick, but I didn't know how to back down."

"Sometimes we don't," I said. "I can be intimidating, for example." He laughed and has a nice laugh.

"Just a little," he said.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked. He turned bright red.

"It's OK," I said. "Nothing wrong with that. Are you a virgin by choice?"

He shook his head no.

"Let's play a game," I said. "In all the kingdom, if you were going to lose your virginity, who would it be to?"

"Leslie," he said. "And Orlando."

"I'm proud of you," I said. "That took a lot."

He smiled back at me.

"Orlando is also a terrible choice," I said. "His cock is too big to fuck you in the ass first."

That startled him a bit, but I wasn't done.

"He would, however, love to get fucked by your cock," I said. "But here's the deal. I'm going to introduce you as my new friend that needs a whisperer. It's what we call people that help people new to sex. They can be your teacher and your guide, if you let them. Now there is no pressure, but if you want this, there is no better way."

"You're telling me that Leslie would let me fuck her," he said, not rudely, but surprised.

"Yes, and Orlando, too," I said. "But you have to show them good Roger." He sat up straight.

"That's really me anyway," he said, softly. "This whole situation sucks."

"Now I'm going to make it even more difficult," I said. "You can't tell anyone. Not a soul. No one. I'll find out and then I'll hurt you."

He looked at me and laughed.

"Discretion above all," he said. "I get it."

He hadn't even realized that we were out of the atmosphere but figured it out when we pulled up to the space station. His look of shock and joy was wonderful.

"Now this you can tell anyone you want," I said, pointing at the station.

"Yeah, that will help my cred," he said, smiling. We both laughed.

Maybe I'll like this guy. Maybe.

We docked and walked into the living room, and it is breathtaking no matter many times I see it. He just stood there, in awe.

Until Leslie, Orlando, and Luke walked up. I'd left the third to Orlando and Leslie. Luke is an inspired choice.

You had to have known I was thinking to them.

Leslie took his hand and led him into the master, which is an even better view. Right now, both the Earth and Moon were visible.

"Would you like me to leave?" I asked Roger.

"No!" he said, quickly. "Could you stay?"

"We call that the coach," said Leslie. "It's a good idea."

I won't go through all the details, but let's just say Roger experienced just about everything you can experience.

Leslie had brought spatulas.

He also learned how to please both a woman and man.

Everyone else had left. Roger is lying back, looking out the roof at the Earth. I'm sitting next to him, crisscross and naked, and I'm impressed with his concentration. OK, I snorted. He was sneaking looks and trying to not be obvious.

"Roger," I said. "Look at me." He turned, shyly.

"It's OK to look," I said. "The human body is cool." I spread the lips of my pussy apart and slid a finger in. He moaned and my goal was achieved.

He got hard again. I got up onto my knees and flipped my leg over him and sat on his legs, facing him. It spread me right open, and I played with myself and twisted my nipple. I picked up his hand and put it on my nipple and showed him what to do. I took his other hand and showed him how to put two fingers in and gently touch my clit with his thumb.

Then I gave a demonstration of a young girl squirting. It startled him, which caused him to open his mouth.

He happily swallowed it.

"Next time, kiss it to your partner," I said. It took him a moment and his eyes got big.

"OK," he said.

"May I?" I asked, pointing at his throbbing cock. He nodded yes.

He did not anticipate me lifting up and lowering myself on his cock.

"Keep up what you were doing while I bounce," I said. He did and I admit, he has talented hands. I could feel him swell.

"Open your mouth wide," I said. He faithfully did it just as I lifted up and off. His cock slapped his stomach and he sent shot after shot into his own mouth.

This was not the first time he had done that. He held it all in his mouth, and then sat up and kissed it to me. He was really good at it, too.

"You're better at that than I expected," I said. He blushed a deep red.

"That was a compliment. I don't care who it was. Boy, girl, whatever," I said. "You should be pretty clear that damn near everyone here likes man sex."

He laughed.

"It does appear that way," he said. Oh my. He's hard again. Just then someone walked in.

Remei.

Oh boy.

"I hear you have a new friend that is trying out new experiences," she said. I smiled at her, and he smiled at her.

Remei is gorgeous.

"Thank you," she said. Then I realized she wasn't talking to me. Oh. Cool.

"I'll leave you two alone," I said. They both looked at me like I was crazy.

"Jessica," said Remei. "You have an exception. Why would you waste that exception and not stay?"

"You have a point," I said, laughing.

I climbed up on the bed and laid back.

"Undress her," I said. Roger got up quickly. His cock is just bouncing. Remei and I both took a moment to enjoy it. Remei is only wearing a sundress and she pointed at the straps.

He didn't just drop it. He lowered it. First below her cute little breasts. Damn. Just damn. Then he dropped it.

And got the biggest smile on his face I have seen.

He dropped to his knees.

"May I?" he asked.

"For you I have no boundaries," she said. He's been through the classes. He understands.

He swallowed her. All the way. Into his throat. Remei's moan could probably be heard on Earth.

And then things got a little crazy.

What the hell just happened

I don't get it. I was an asshole and Jessica was amazing to me. And amazing.

Yes, I have her permission to say that.

We went back to school, and I apologized. To everyone. Pretty much one after the other. I bared my soul and it felt like the right thing to do.

It seemed to be appreciated. I really meant it, too. Even my mom was surprised and pleased. Everything I owned that was controversial went into the trash.

I can be a good person.

Today is my third day back and I'm about to have a free period. I'm heading to the wrestling room. I'd avoided it, fearing rejection, but you've got to eventually go. Maybe everyone would turn me down.

I probably deserve it.

I got up and grabbed my iPad just as there was some commotion in the room. Well, sure. You don't see Princess Leslie walk in the door to your classroom very often.

She walked up and held out her hand to me. The intake of breath in the class was loud.

And it wasn't just me.

I stood up and took her hand and she led me out of the room. I am pretty confident that every person in the room followed us.

Including the professor. Oh, did you catch that? Being a decent guy included focusing on my schoolwork. Olivia and I are both in the pre-med program. She's my study partner.

In a lot of things and yes, I have her permission to say that.

Leslie led me to the gym complex and right into a wrestling room. With everyone following us. She turned around and dropped her romper to the ground.

The moans in harmony were loud.

Understandably so.

Then she undressed me. Slowly.

The crowd grew. Entire classes emptied. We were there for a long time. You see, Remei walked in soon after we got there.

It was an incredible afternoon.

My last of the day was Olivia.

I think we're soulmates.

Leslie thinks so, too.

I will be forever thankful for Pari and especially Jessica, sending me down the right path.

I think I forgot to mention that right before Olivia, I enjoyed time with Pari and Leslie.

Together.

Being a nice guy is a lot better.

Bringing in the naysayers

Jameis here, with Maite. Did I mention that Maite just finished her doctorate in archeology? I think she did it for me. That tells you how long it has been since I posted about the dig, although she did the program at super speed.

As you can imagine our findings are being challenged. A huge portion of that is because our site is still closed. It was time to open up a bit. We had a group of 3 coming in tonight. We would tour the ruins in Prometheus first. We had cleared so much more but had not cleared what appeared to be a large church. It dated back farther than the first palace we found but newer than the oldest village.

We would let them watch us clear it. We had made the arrangements with Jackson's stellar assistance. We had carefully handpicked the three biggest, loudest, well-known, and well-respected archeologists out of a pool of people that were being downright nasty. If you want a good defense of your truth, have the truth come from your opponents.

We were even geographically diverse. Bao is the leading scientist at Nanjing University in Nanjing, China. He is young, just 28, but well respected. He also has a prima donna reputation. He was going to be the toughest sell. We like a challenge.

Bianka is from Italy. She is the most senior of the three. I guess I should have listed her first, but I went alphabetical by country. Bianka is from the University of Pisa, in Pisa, Italy. In hindsight we underestimated her recalcitrance.

She didn't want to believe. You see, it all contradicted her research.

Oops.

The third person joining us is Mitchell. He is from Stanford in California. He is in his mid-thirties and a rising star. His opposition has been a little more muted. The first two called us liars. He just asked to see it.

Wish granted.

They were all arriving shortly. We had sent pilots to pick each of them up. We tend to use our pilots to make a point for us.

Pari is picking up Bao in Nanjing. Morgon is picking up Mitchell in Palo Alto.

I needed someone special for this trip to Italy. Someone strong-willed, that was familiar with our program, and a bit intimidating.

Jessica. She's perfect. I'll pass the pen.

Perhaps I enjoy this a little too much

Jessica here. I think, deep down, I'm a little ornery. I have no doubt that comes as a surprise.

I landed at the university, right in the quad. Yes, with permission. I may be ornery, but I am mostly a rule follower. We just have better rules than most.

I dropped the stairs and walked down. She didn't wait to be unpleasant.

"Get out of my way, kid," she said. She stormed onto the plane leaving me on the tarmac. Yes stormed.

I just waited. It took a bit. I'm guessing she thought the pilot was in the bathroom. She stormed back out and confronted me.

"Where's the fucking pilot?" she said. I take after Dad. I just crossed my arms, smiled, and waited.

"You're the pilot!" she screamed and then rolled into a pretty profane soliloquy.

This time in Italian. She had been using English.

"I'll let them know you chose not to come," I said. I walked around her and onto the plane.

"Wait!" she screamed. She was standing there, clearing conflicted. I decided to give her a break. I'm my dad's daughter, right?

"I am a good pilot," I said. "I flew on the day."

That day. We all did. We didn't have a choice.

She was thoughtful for a moment, and you could almost see the mask of anger fade.

"Thank you," she said, softly. I stepped aside and she climbed up the stairs. I closed the door and turned towards her.

"Would you like to sit in the copilot's seat?" I asked. "We are a bit early. We have time for me to take you up." She looked confused.

"Into space," I said. "It's a great cocktail party conversation starter."

"Let's start over," she said, sticking out her hand. "My name is Bianka."

"I'm Jessica," I said, shaking her hand. She pulled her hand away like mine was on fire.

"Oh God," she said. "I broke protocol!"

I admit I laughed.

"We don't give a shit about protocol," I said, still in Italian. She looked horrified.

"So you understood all those words, too?" she said.

"Oh yeah," I replied, with a smile. I led her into the cockpit and got her strapped in. We took off and I took us up fast. We had a little extra time, so I got us up nice and high. You can see the globe high.

"Wow, it puts everything in perspective, doesn't it?" she said. She was right about that.

"So why do you have such a big stick up your ass about our findings?" I asked. This time I got a laugh out of her.

"I could give you some bullshit about it all being impossible," she said. "But that would be a lie. I'm frustrated and jealous. Your work completely trashes mine and I have absolutely zero doubt that it is true. I don't trust many people in this area, but your entire country is above reproach."

"What's the jealousy about? I know that you respect other scientist's findings," I said.

She barked out a laugh.

"I'm jealous because I am not a part of it," she said, smiling.

"Well, that's easy to fix," I said. "The team needs to grow. Spend the time to feel comfortable with the findings. Dispute them if you disagree. We didn't invite you here to rubber stamp anything. We intentionally chose respected experts that don't yet believe." She looked at me.

"You did, didn't you?" she said.

"Well, not me personally," I said. "I'm just your space Uber driver."

"There could be an opportunity on the team?" she said, with clear excitement.

"Oh sure," I said. "Wait until you see it. It is world changing. The team is going to rapidly ramp up. We are hopeful you'll all join the team."

"Even Bao?" she said. "He is kind of a dick."

OK, we both laughed.

I brought us back down and flew her over the site. I looked over and her jaw had dropped. She just turned and looked at me.

"You've barely published anything," she said. "This is so much bigger than the world knows. I'll need to see it up close, but this changes the entire known timeline of human history."

I just nodded.

We landed and were the last people there. There was a tent setup in the lawn. Why was there a tent setup in the lawn? Just then Maite walked up.

"He refuses to take his room inside," said Maite. "He claims that's not what a dig is all about."

"Let me guess," I said. "Bao".

She laughed and nodded. Just then he came out of his tent.

I went over to talk to him. He appeared to be better informed since he bowed and didn't offer his hand.

"Get your ass in the damn lodge," I said in my stern 5-year-old voice. "This is something special and you're not fucking it up by pooping in the woods." He stared to protest but finally followed me in.

I dislike divas. Good grief. Our family doesn't have a diva in it. Well, maybe Mom. And me. A little.

Get this show on the road

"My name is Jameis. Given I am the only 7-foot tall archeologist in the room, I am guessing you all already knew that," I said. "Welcome to our site. We brought you here because of your curiosity and your willingness to challenge our findings. We respect your position, given your lack access to the site. We have no rules and no boundaries beyond those of a professional archeologist. Respect the site. Respect each other. Argue with spirit but politely. You're also aware, as we all know, of your entry in Jackson's app. We value directness in both your research and your appetites. The facilities are world-class and if you have need of any equipment or anything else, we can arrange it easily."

"So you're telling me that if I wanted an MRI and a Cat scanner, plus I wanted to fuck her, all those things would be OK," said Bao, pointing at Maite.

"Well, our onsite lab already has both pieces of equipment and as far as Maite is concerned, you would have to ask her directly, but I can tell you from knowing her, that your approach would have failed. Be polite, be direct, say please," I said.

Mitchell walked over to Maite and introduced himself. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it appears we're on a break. Mitchell must have said please. Oh, they're headed this way.

"Would you like to join us, dear?" said Maite. "Mitchell expressed an interest." I was stunned. Just standing there. Not about Mitchell. Who gives a shit about Mitchell?

She called me dear.

"And you better snap out of it quickly," thought Maite, to me. That did it! In the time I was lost in thought, Maite stripped, so I had other things on which to focus.

"Mitchell, you should undress Jameis. I'll just let you know that our custom is that every exposed piece of skin deserves a kiss," said Maite. Mitchell leaned over and kissed and licked Maite's left nipple. Which they both enjoyed. Then he turned to me.

And we undressed each other. Oh yeah, we kissed everything. When we got to the point to drop that final article of clothing, Mitchell did it from his knees. Mitchell's oral skills are impressive. He got almost all of my cock down his throat. He got me so close, but finally pulled off. He stood and I dropped into a similar position. His cock was quite small. A 3-inch (8 cm) thin cock.

I didn't care. Maite didn't care. He used it with confidence. We both discovered that his smaller cock kept his cock head right into the most sensitive places.

We both did, because he fucked us both. Then we did DP with Maite, which she simply loves.

We lost a couple hours, but then again, so did everyone else.

Our digs are fun.

The sex is good, but this is still bullshit

My name is Bao and I'm going to prove it. It just isn't possible. It contradicts my primary research, and I am never wrong.

People tell me I am a diva but fuck them. Not a single one of them is as smart as I am. I deserve to be a diva.

"You might be a diva, but you're also a dick," said a tiny human. A little girl. In Mandarin. And she's not Chinese. Yeah, yeah, Princess freaking Jessica.

"You're not smarter than everyone else. You are wrong. Get used to your new world. You're not even the smartest person in this conversation," said Jessica.

"You're 5," I said.

"Well, good for you. You did a little research on the family," I said. "Did you read beyond our ages? My PhDs, my law degree. That I got my masters in a week from Harvard in Archeology? That I started the same week?"

"Yeah, bullshit degrees, particularly Harvard now that you've turned it into a diploma mill," I said. Well, they did.

"Um, no," said Jessica. I admit, she's cute, even if she is young. Talented, too, given I just saw her simply swallow the cock of a young man named Horacio. Who is both gorgeous and well-endowed.

God damn. Tangents.

"Tonight we're playing Jeopardy," said Jessica. "We'll have four of us. You, me, Maite, and Nan. Do you think you're smarter than Nan?"

OK, she might have me there. She did invent interstellar travel.

"I will blow you all away, with the possible exception of physics," I said, with confidence.

She laughed. Deep and hearty. She even vibrated. Wait, did she?

I think she did.

"We're off to the dig now," said Jessica, who for some reason is undressing. Why is she taking off her clothes? My God, she is beautiful. I know I shouldn't have those thoughts.

"You're welcome to those thoughts," said Jessica. "I know I'm attractive. I don't think I am as attractive as others say, but I'm not unaware. Hell, you watched me fuck."

She stood facing me, spread her legs a bit, and put her fists on her hips.

Oh God.

"Akimbo!" yelled a lot of people in the room, including Jessica, who added the word jinx.

"We'll pay up later," said Jessica. "At least those of you young enough. Sorry to those that are not."

"I'll be the alternate," said Maite.

"OK, then," said Jessica. Everyone but me is naked. It is an attractive group.

"Why are you all naked?" I asked.

"No contaminating the ruins," said Jameis.

"Plus naked is fun," said Ava, the site engineer. She has a point. The fact that Jessica helped undress me was a little unnerving.

"Don't worry," she said. "A little accidental touching isn't an issue."

Maybe not for her. She barely brushed my cock, legitimately by accident.

And is now simply covered with my cum. She is laughing, which I guess is good. She pointed at Horacio.

Who came over and licked it all off.

Licked it.

"Accidents happen," said Jessica. "Turned into a win for me." Given she vibrated the entire time, I guess I can see that. These people are weird.

"Yes, we're weird," said Jessica. "But in a good way."

Given she is laying down, with her legs spread, and my view is her little slit, I'd say that was a fair statement. I think she can also read my mind.

We took the coolest floating golf carts to the ruins and walked through every building that was cleared.

"How did you clear them so completely?" I asked. Ava laughed.

"I'd been waiting for that question," she said. Just then, a giant drone flew up. I don't know how else to describe it. Ava pointed a small hill, just covered with vines. The drone flew right over it. Suddenly the vines just disappeared. Completely.

Leaving a simply huge church. Completely clean. Like it was built yesterday.

"Our tech is pretty cool," said Ava.

Yeah, it is, if it is real.

Let's see how it goes

Jameis here. We've already mapped the church. We don't have to clear it to get a basic understanding of the building. We walked over and up the long staircase to the front door. It is always a little intimidating knowing that you're about to open a door that hasn't been opened in thousands of years. We know that there is a large open room at the front, with lots of statues, and what we believe to be the actual sanctuary behind. We can see what are clearly pews.

It is a nice bright day, and the church has lots of windows, so it was reasonably bright inside.

"This is all bullshit," said Bao. "Clearly staged. You own movies studios. Clearly you used them to build a fake church."

"What makes you believe that?" asked Mitchell. "We're scientists. There is no information that supports your conclusion. You know we'll have this all dated. They couldn't possibly hold that lie under our scrutiny. Hell, they invited you and you're a dick."

He kind of is.

Bao laughed.

"From you," said Bao. "I'll take that as a compliment. I'm not sure why they invited lesser archeologists."

He put a lot of effort into the word lesser.

"Jeopardy," said Jessica. "Tonight. I'm going to kick your ass."

"I'd pay money to see that," said Bianka.

"A lot of people would," said Ava. "It is a pay-per-view for charity."

Oh, this is going to be fun.

"You won't even make it out of the first round," said Maite, to Bao. "I've seen the matchups. You're up against Jessica and me. Jessica will kick our asses, but I'll beat you pretty easily."

"You," said Bao, with disdain. "You're just his girlfriend."

Oh boy.

"Yep," said Maite, with a laugh. "Just his girlfriend. Still gonna kick your ass."

"Uh, guys," said Nan. She'd wandered over to a table that had small sculptures on it. We all walked over.

"That's an S-88," said Nan, pointing at what is clearly an S-88.

"But take a look at that," said Nan, pointing at a full-size sculpture of a woman, in a recessed alcove. We all walked over.

"Uh, that's Leslie," said Jessica.

Why, yes, it is.

"It has to be a coincidence," said Mitchell. "It's not like you can time travel."

Oh boy. I'm not touching this one. Nan took in a big breath and let out a sigh.

"You all know that you signed a very strong non-disclosure," said Nan.

"Yeah," said Bao. "It is not like we're going to have anything meaningful to share."

Nan looked at Jessica, who just shrugged.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," said Nan. "I think that is Leslie."

"How?" asked Bianka.

"Because we can time travel," said Nan.

The three newcomers all laughed.

None of us laughed.

"Sure, sure," said Bao. "Next you're going to tell us you've perfected interstellar travel."

"It is the foundation of our time travel," said Nan.

Before anyone could answer, who should walk in but Leslie, gloriously naked.

That's a conversation stopper, for sure. She walked over and saw the plane.

"Wow," said Leslie. "Somebody jumped back this far?"

Nan just pointed. Leslie turned and looked at the full-size sculpture.

"Ah," said Leslie. "It appears to have been me. But not yet. I wonder when?"

"You can't be much older in that sculpture," said Nan. Leslie laughed.

"Yeah, my tits still look pretty good," she said, grabbing her own breasts and lifting them up.

The moan across our group was pretty impressive.

"This is kind of cool, but this is pretty far back in time," said Leslie. We all knew what that meant. It was way farther back than Terrance suggested we could go.

"What would make you do it?" I said. "It can't be random."

"Nope," said Leslie. "We'll just have to wait and see. What are you going to do though? This would freak the world out pretty badly."

Just then Lucia ran in. Also naked. It is a thing.

She slid to a stop, looking at both the statue and Leslie.

"Oh, that's cool," said Lucia. "I thought I should let you know that the uncovering of this church also uncovered something. We knew it was under there, but now we know. It is a mass grave and they're all children."

"Aw shit," said Leslie. "I wonder if that is related to why I jumped so far back."

Maybe.

"OK," I said. "We have a lot of work to do. Let's disinfect the graveyard and then begin excavation. I want a DNA sample, too."

"I already disinfected. We were able to excavate the first grave already," said Lucia. "I already did the DNA scan, and it is interesting."

"In what way?" I asked.

"I found a match," said Lucia. "Whoever was in that grave is a direct descendent of Ruby."

"You mean Ruby is a direct descendent," said Nan.

"No," said Lucia. "I don't."

Oh boy.

"So this society, which is far advanced beyond anything contemporary, was populated with people that are descendants of current day Dionysus?" said Bianka. "And Princess Leslie and one would presume Ruby traveled back in time?"

"Wait," said Lucia. "It might be Ruby, but it could have been Gabe. Both would have matched the same."

"So Leslie and Gabe traveled back thousands of years and while they were there, Gabe got someone pregnant?" said Nan.

"Maybe," said Lucia.

"And we think modern society is descended from Gabe?" asked Maite. "Isn't that a time loop?"

"Yeah," said Jessica. "This is pretty confusing."

"So Bao," said Nan. "Still think this is all fake?"

"Yes, until you prove to me you can time travel," said Bao. "Or at least show me interstellar travel."

"Well, it is break time," said Jessica, with a laugh.

And so it was.

We walked outside and floating there was an S-88. The stairs were down but floating just a foot or so off the ground. Now to me, that makes complete sense. To our new colleagues, not so much.

"Why is it floating?" asked Bianka. Jessica snorted.

"Damn," she said, laughing. "It is floating so it doesn't contaminate the site. It's my plane. Bao wanted proof of interstellar travel." She waved for us to get on.

Which we did.

"I've arranged for lunch," she said, just as she pressed a button on the central monitor.

And the sky changed. Now I've been to Nibiru.

This isn't Nibiru.

"Where are we?" I asked. "This isn't Nibiru."

Jessica laughed.

"No, this is Apra," said Jessica. "I love how vivid it is."

She's right. No pastels on this planet. Bright colors. Similar, but not exactly, to the colors on Earth. But really bright.

A bit blinding. For example, we're next to a lake and the lake is almost glowingly blue. The grass is almost a dark neon.

It is a little overwhelming.

"You mentioned Nibiru," said Mitchell. "That's mythical."

Jessica just shook her head no.

"We can go to Nibiru for lunch tomorrow," said Jessica. "But the sex on Apra is better than the sex on Nibiru."

"Better sex?" asked Bianka.

"Seriously," I said. "The last time I was on Nibiru, I came 32 times in less than two hours."

OK, people are staring now.

"We haven't found a limit on Apra yet," said Jessica. "Bill and I tried. Oh, we tried. He had 143 orgasms before we fell asleep."

"Oh, come on," said Bao. "This is all ludicrous."

"Well," said Maite. "The rest of us are going to try it out, but if you're still acting like a dick, then you won't get to use your dick."

OK, that was funny.

"Yeah, sweetums," said Maite, with a smile. "I'll tell Bob."

She might have put a little too much into that smile, since I just came all over her. It is a lot of cum. At least five times the amount I normally cum.

"I should mention that you might not want to smile much while you're on Apra," said Jessica, pointing at Maite's now cum covered tits.

Which Leslie is licking clean. It is taking a lot of effort.

Five times the cum.

Apra appears to be fun.

"This is just a movie set," said Bao.

"What would convince you?" said Bianka. "It feels real to me."

"My fifteenth cum," said Bao, with a smirk.

"OK," said Jessica. "But your arm is going to get tired. Use a lot of lube, too. You're wear the skin right off your cock."

Bao looks so disappointed. Understandably so.

We walked down the stairs and onto the grass. We landed, to no surprise, next to a really nice house.

Leslie got down on her knees and started feeling the grass. Mitchell leaned over and whispered something in her ear and Leslie laughed and wiggled her ass.

We are now watching Mitchell fuck Leslie doggy style.

That's when an entire group came out the front door of the house, led by Ruby.

Naked.

It is quite a sight. With her are her entire quad, plus Gabe and his quad.

Also quite a sight.

"So I hear an entire civilization might be descended from me?" said Gabe.

"Yeah, you horn dog," said Maite. Gabe laughed but didn't respond. Well, at least verbally.

He pulled Maite down onto the grass and she is now riding him cowgirl.

So far I am liking Apra. Particularly since Carlina is now bouncing up and down on me. That sort of kicked things off.

For everyone except Bao.

That said, it was too much for him and the first of his cums just shot out. He hadn't even touched himself.

It just covered Jessica. Who is now laughing. And getting cleaned off by Tegan and Tomas.

And appears to be enjoying it.

I won't narrate the rest of lunch, other than the food was outstanding and Bao hit sixteen. Just before we got back on the plane, he asked for a moment to speak.

"I'm sorry," he said.

That was his entire speech. It was truly a turning point and Bao is now an active participant in our project.

And the sex. Lots and lots of sex.

You see, Maite rewards a good apology. So does Ruby. And Carlina.

And Tomas.

Our digs are fun.

This is all insane

My name is Bao. My world, or I guess my universe, was rocked today in more ways than one. We stayed another hour on Apra.

Thirty-four.

It was pretty convincing.

That was yesterday. We were all a bit wiped out and ended up sleeping away the rest of the day. Somehow I ended up with Carlina on one side and Luca on the other.

We didn't go to sleep immediately.

It was an amazing afternoon and night, and I truly meant my apology. They are so far advanced that it is hard to believe. Now we're down to the real work and it is both incredible and sad.

There are over 200 children in the mass grave.

We, and by we I mean Lucia, have done the DNA testing on all of them. We're meeting now to find out the results.

Naked. Everything is naked here. I'm good with that. I am also, deep down, a changed man. Jeopardy was last night. I came in last. By a lot. Jessica and Nan fought it out to the end.

I won't spoil the surprise.

I feel like I am back in kindergarten. We're all on the grass, sitting crisscross. Lucia is standing at the front. Which is distracting. Hell, they're all distracting!

"We think we have it figured out and it took carbon dating to do it," said Lucia. "A bit old school. We found descendants of a broad swatch of Dionysus' current residents. We also believe that the statue is not Leslie."

That got a reaction from the crowd.

"If our analysis is right, and we're creating new science here, it is Leslie's great-granddaughter and there are eleven greats in that word," added Lucia.

"Thirteen generations?" asked Leslie.

Lucia nodded.

"Wow," said Leslie.

Yeah, wow.

"Wait," said Nan. "Assuming 20 years a generation, that's almost 400 years from now. Could be more."

"Or less," added Leslie. "I already have kids."

"Not biologically yet," said Ruby. Yeah, a bigger group is here now. Whee!

Sorry.

"So hundreds of years from now, our descendants are going to find our research on this and realize it is them that go back and they're still going to go?" said Nan. "Even though they know they all die?"

"Yeah," said Lucia. "I can't explain it either. I suppose we could suppress the research and they wouldn't know."

"Yeah," said Jameis. "You know we won't do that. But we do need to decide whether we release this outside this group."

Which led to a spirited discussion.

"We're scientists," said Mitchell. "We don't suppress things."

"I agree," I said.

"Not sure I do," said Bianka. "The world already fears you all a bit. Time travel? Civilization began with you? In fact, let's talk about that. What happened? You went back thousands of years, with your technology, and it was all lost? This was before the Middle Ages and so much more. Why would we have ever burned fossil fuels if we had ion power 15,000 years ago?"

"That's the paradox, isn't it?" said Maite. "I think we might be missing something. What makes us believe the world descended from them?"

"She's right," said Jessica. "What if they all jumped back in time and were slaughtered."

"They weren't slaughtered," said Lucia. "They died from a virus. They died from the common cold."

"Died from a cold?" said Mitchell.

Lucia just shrugged.

"OK," said Jameis. "This isn't a snap decision. We have days, weeks, months of research before we publish anything, and we have to be extremely careful."

Everyone quickly agreed.

"What if they've already gone?" asked Jessica.

"And it altered the timeline and we found this?" said Mitchell. Jessica just shrugged.

"Can we stay?" I asked. "I'd really like to be a part of this."

"Me too," said Mitchell and Bianka. We had a short break while they mauled each other.

"Yeah, baby," said Jessica. "For at least four years."

"Four years?" I asked. "That's pretty specific."

"How old am I?" said Jessica.

"5," I said.

"What's the age of consent for sex with an adult?" asked Jessica.

"Nine," I said.

She just waited.

I moaned. Hell, everyone moaned, even those that could already spend time with Jessica.

"Fuck," said Jessica. "We don't use euphemisms. Those that can fuck me."

"Fuck," I said. "Got it."

I'll just leave this here. We've got to learn more before we have anything to share.

Oh, and the game of Jeopardy. They kicked my ass. Badly. I was deep into the negatives. I tried to be bold and brash and bet big. They were more measured and, well, smarter than I am. What was the most humiliating is that each round had an archeology topic.

I didn't win one question.

Not one.

The end was amazing.

You see, Jessica upped the ante. The final Jeopardy round was three questions, not one. Her bets weren't just money.

They were sexual favors that she would do for Nan.

It got a little wild.

In the end, it was Jessica that won, on a topic that surprised me. Archeology. I didn't know the answer either. Jessica did. It was over and we all watched Nan and Jessica celebrate.

It was awe inspiring. I learned a lot.

A lot.

Finally, after the lengthy orgy, I had a moment with Jessica. Apparently pretty much everything ends in an orgy here.

I like that.

"So even I didn't know that last answer," I said to Jessica. It is amazing to talk to her. So young and small but conversations just don't feel that way.

"I did," laughed Jessica.

"How?" I asked.

"Oxford undergrad, Harvard masters, Australian National PhD," said Jessica.

"Those are three of the top five programs in the world," I said.

"I know. I liked the variety," said Jessica.

"You hold all those degrees," I said, with a clear bit of skepticism.

Jessica laughed.

"Dude, stop underestimating young men and women," said Jessica. "I hold 67 PhDs. I am averaging one every ten days. I love to learn."

"Wow," I said.

"Four years dude," said Jessica. She ran away and I admit, I admired her cute little ass.

I have a new relationship with the Eiffel tower

It was a throwaway line. A joke. An exaggeration. Just silly. Ridiculous.

Fuck. Oh, this is Bob. That can't surprise you.

We'd been playing a game of Sell me your story. The prize was an evening with any six people in the room. The room was packed. I'd already chosen my crew. It moved faster than I expected, and the turn came to me, and I was unprepared.

I heard my own words as they came out of my mouth.

"I'll cum off the side of the Eiffel tower upper deck while yodeling," I said.

Apparently the game is over, and I have won. So now I am going to tell the story of delivering on the promise. The sale. I had made a fatal mistake. I had asked Mary Lou to make all the arrangements. I could have done it myself, made a few calls, been laughed at and turned down, and declared it impossible.

Mary Lou would not do that. Mary Lou is tenacious. Mary Lou wants to watch me deliver. When it looked like she was going to pull it off, so to speak, we played another game. I had not been specific about how I would cum. I decided it should be a hand job and who was giving me the hand job was the prize of the game.

Oh, they were all in.

Some of the offers were off the charts. Some were silly. I'll share a few of the big ones.

Amai offered to give me a hand job while fucking me in the ass. Sure, let's introduce the fun of anal sex and tits and a cock at the same time. She assumed I would never pick that, which is dangerous. I'm going to cum off the Eiffel Tower while yodeling. Don't underestimate me.

Chris and Leslie offered to do it as a team. Chris would be the designated stroker and Leslie would have tickle my balls duty. Tempting. Very tempting.

Then they upped the ante by offering to do it naked. Damn. Show the world everything. Why not? Every retired President strips on the Eiffel tower.

Luca and Orlando made the same offer. Also naked.

Morgon and Luke combined for a compelling offer. It certainly would make clear the rules.

It hasn't been that long since their ninth birthdays. They suggested three cums. The first would be the hand job. The second would be pulling out of Morgon.

The third would be pulling out of Luke.

Wow. Are we ready for that? I am, but our country? We discussed it openly as a group and decided that the triviality of the moment would overshadow it. We're doing it tonight though. Come on. Morgon and Luke.

And then it didn't matter.

Pari said if I picked her, she'd marry Amy and me. Then she followed it up with the fact that she'd marry us even if I didn't pick her for this. As she put it.

It was time.

Like anyone would surpass that offer. No one could. Now I could have picked any of them but come on. A hand job from Pari?

For. Sure.

We celebrated. Oh God, we celebrated. Amy wouldn't let me cum, not once. Then after the party broke up she would.

But only with Pari. Oh, Amy was there, involved, and damn fun, but all the cum went to Pari tonight. Then again, Amy did all the cleanup.

I am the luckiest guy in the world. It's not the money. The power. The houses.

It is my family. And now my wives.

Damn, our lives are weird.

It is colder than I expected

It is now 0255. At least it is August and a bit warm. OK, that's not fair. I'm chilly. Then again, I'm naked. My promise had underestimated one critical thing. I had not anticipated Mary Lou notifying the media well in advance.

The side of the Eiffel tower was glowing from the spotlights of dozens of television trucks. Some appear to be the big spotlights on the back of fire trucks. Amy shared that the current estimate of the crowd was a little over a million people. Once we realized this was happening, we got in on it, and there was a live stream pay-per-view sponsored by Hayden International. You could buy the event and 100% of your purchase went to the charity.

I'm Bob. I'm all about raising the money.

There were a few things I did not anticipate as well. It was button pushing day. We announced both our choice of volunteer and that all three of us were engaged.

Pari is 12. Pari is our Minister of Education.

The French Government passed legislation, and the President signed it, that the entire Eiffel tower park, including the tower, was a Dionysus consulate for the day. I don't know if that was Mary Lou, Amy, or Pari. I found out later they worked together. They might have underestimated the impact of that, because from my vantage point way up high, there was a lot of fucking going on, by our rules.

There would be for roughly 21 more hours. They'd made it an entire day.

I particularly laughed because people had been camping out for six days in one particular spot.

The target zone. They had camped out for six days for a chance that I would cum on them from above.

There were almost 400 people in that zone.

Amy and Pari made me abstain for seven days. They had supervised me for the entire time. 24/7. And by supervised, much of it was me having to watch them fuck away with damn near anyone with a cock.

I did have to leave the room some. If I didn't, I would have cum from just watching them.

So, stalling. It is 0259. I am on the deck, standing right at the edge. A section of guardrail has been removed. My toes are right up to the edge.

My cock sticks over slightly. Pari is standing right next to me and waving to the crowds and the cameras, to huge cheers from below.

We had debated Pari's attire. A bikini? Shorts and a t-shirt? A cute dress? A tank top and panties?

We spent an entire afternoon a month or so ago with Pari modeling the choices for us. The choices was unanimous.

Pari is standing next to me quite naked. Those puffies. I reached over and tweaked a nipple. She laughed and over a million people groaned.

It was time. I had abstained for a week. The first cum was going to be voluminous, but quick. We'd promised the crowd three. Pari and I had worked out the choreography. Amy helped.

We started off with her standing to my right. Her left hand was around me and on my waist. Her right hand was across her body, and she started to gently stroke my throbbing cock. Pari is good at this. She kept getting me right at the edge and backing off. I, of course, was yodeling. I even found someone that actually knew how to yodel and took lessons. Her name is Melanie. She's in the yodeling hall of fame. You're picturing some stern 60-year-old Austrian woman.

Not even close. Melanie is fun.

I'm told my yodeling is OK. I am happy with OK. I don't anticipate needing the skill much.

Back to Pari. Every time she would stop, the crowd would groan. Finally we both knew stopping wouldn't matter anymore and she kept stroking. She was careful to not block the cum and I fired out into space. Maybe a little farther than we realized. The target zone below us was drenched. They were all naked. Some were licking it off. Some were rubbing it in. The problem was that the gendarmes had a human wall keeping people from breaking into the zone. The first shot hit one of the cops right in the face.

He's hard to see from up here, but he had leaned over, and a young woman was eagerly licking it off. She ran off, to what I expect was his complaint that she didn't kiss it to him.

Time for round two. I turned to my right and Pari got on her knees.

She gave me a truly amazing blowjob, using every trick she knew. Finally it was time and she pulled off and I turned. Just as I was about to cum, she shoved three fingers in my ass. I almost fell off the Eiffel tower. I had not anticipated that, but I recovered and just covered the crowd again.

Time for round three. I saw someone walk up and Pari saw her and smiled.

And stepped away from the opening. Amy appeared, stark naked, and waved to the crowd.

That was one loud cheer. She got on her knees, with her profile to the crowd. I fucked her doggie style.

Hard. She felt me swell and pulled off. She quickly moved and stroked me to my final orgasm.

Still a pretty big one.

Within a week, we had contacts from a huge number of historic locations that wanted to host an event. Some suggested the extended family. One, from a leadership team at the Kremlin, was surprisingly graphic in their suggestions and proposed Orlando rather than me.

Given he is the former President of Russia, that felt a little weird.

But doable.

What made me laugh was the number of churches that made proposals, all pushing for the event to be a fundraiser for their church.

Just no. Did they not understand the optics?

Probably not.

That was fun

It was! We're all exhibitionists and this was really the first time I got to do something like this. Oh, this is Pari, so it makes more sense now. I'm 12 and just jacked off and just blew my fiancé on camera on the Eiffel Tower and then he fucked his existing wife.

Yeah, sure, just a normal day.

No it wasn't! For some reason I am feeling all freaked out. Like I'm not pretty enough or sexy enough or have breasts.

The breast thing is throwing me.

Well, my whining has to stop, since we agreed to be interviewed on French television immediately after the event. They had to wait, though, because Bob fucked me first. Yes, the fourth load went over.

We probably should have told someone. A lot of people looked up when they first felt it and I think quite a few got a shot in the face.

Eh. Maybe they didn't mind. They had camped out to be in the target zone.

Damn, those lights are bright. A woman came up with a mic in her hand and introduced herself and just jumped right into the interview.

Um. Still naked. Well, the show must go on.

"So what in the world was the reason for the three of you to do this?" she asked. Amy and I just looked at Bob. This was his mess. Literally. All over people.

"Well, we play a game called Sell me your story. Those that want the prize basically have to sell what they'll do to get it. I panicked a little when it was my turn, and the end result was tonight. Honestly, I never thought we'd be allowed to do it, but I admit it was silly and fun," said Bob.

"So what was the prize you won?" she asked. I don't know if Bob was just caught up in the moment or had thought this through, but he answered the question. He just winked at me, so I think this was planned. Maybe. Bob's not a planner.

No snorting Amy.

"I got to choose six people from the party and spend a night of naked passion with them in a big bed, where pretty much anything goes," said Bob, with a big smile. The newscaster didn't respond immediately.

Bob hit her with his best smile so everyone on French national television got to see her mew through an orgasm. All the women wanted the smile. All the men wished they had the smile. The most hilarious part is that the camera was facing Bob when he smiled and every single person watching the show had an orgasm. It was part of the pay-per-view, too.

Seriously. Almost 11 million people world-wide had simultaneous orgasms. We're told it was measurable on earthquake monitors.

All of which makes complete sense to us. Bob, what can I say? She finally recovered and had the presence of mind to just continue.

"And who did you choose?" she asked. Bob just kept going. I knew who he chose. I admit I was surprised. He put an arm around Amy and me.

"Well, of course, I chose my lovely wife and our fiancé first," said Bob. "So I needed four more. It was really pretty simple at that point. Morgan, Orlando, Leslie, and Chris."

There was a bit of dead air. He started by announcing that little ol'me is their fiancé and then ended with a night of naked passion with his four oldest children. Only two of whom are 18.

And we're just standing here wearing smiles.

And only smiles.

"So let's break that down a bit," she said. Then she cupped her hand over her ear.

"What? Say that again?" she said. "Really? All of them? World-wide? Damn. It was one hell of an orgasm." Then she started laughing. She finally composed herself.

"It appears that I was not the only person affected by your smile. News reports say that everyone watching this interview had a simultaneous orgasm and it was measured on seismographs," she said.

"Cool," said Bob. Yeah, that's Bob.

"What was so funny?" asked Amy. That got her a smile.

"Well, two things," she said. "Apparently a lot of bars and restaurants bought the pay-per-view. They had special viewing parties, including this interview. One bar in New York, for fun, had everyone strip naked. Over 1,200 people at a big bar. They think they'll have to tear it out to the walls."

Well, 1,200 people cumming would do that.

"What was the second?" asked Amy, to a laugh from the newscaster.

"Everyone in our recording trailer was watching," she said. OK, we all laughed at that.

"Can we back up a bit. You said your lovely wife and our fiancé," she said. "This little girl is going to marry you both?"

"Yes," we all said. I got it out first.

"You have to pay off a jinx," I said. I leaned in for a kiss with Bob and it was spectacular. They're all spectacular. I turned to Amy, and she took both my hands and pulled us back onto the ground, with me on top of her. I kissed her for a solid 5 minutes, while fingering her to multiple orgasms.

Which they faithfully played live.

Well sure.

I think we'll have a new saying.

There was one time on the Eiffel tower...

Finally we got up and continued the interview like nothing had just happened. I stood between them, and they both had an arm around me. Bob's hard cock was poking me in the back.

Hey, we're a sexy naked trio. The newscaster noticed. This was going to be quite an interview.

"Queen Amy, you're OK that he is poking her in the back?" she asked. Subtle, really subtle. Amy looked down and laughed. She took my hand and with her other hand grabbed Bob's cock. She led us over to the edge.

Yes, she led Bob by his cock. She pointed at me and at Bob's cock. Which is why they got another video of me blowing Bob, but just for a bit. I flipped onto my knees and Bob started to slide it into my pussy.

"Not there," I said.

"I know," he said, smiling. He hit me so hard I squirted. All over his cock.

I guess he's lubed up!

Pretty well, I might add. He slid right into my ass. Another first on their newscast, I'm sure. I felt him swell, but mistimed it and when I slid off, he just covered Mila, the newscaster. Head to foot. Ruined that nice dress.

I figured once Bob sprayed her with cum, I should use her name. You just feel closer to someone that has shared your fiancé's cum. Most got on her clothing, but there is a big glob of it on her cheek. I waved her over. I motioned for her to lean down a little.

Then I licked it off her cheek. She laughed and I showed it to her on my tongue.

"She's asking if you want her to kiss it to you," said Amy. My ever so helpful fiancé. I like the word. I like wife better.

Oh. Mila is leaning in.

Oh, that wasn't going to work for me. I took both of her hands and Amy grabbed the mic. I pulled her down on top of me. She's on top. We kept kissing and kissing, and she rocked me through quite an orgasm with her fingers.

It's a consulate today, right?

She finally sat up, across my legs. Her dress was a mess. Amy walked around behind her and unzipped it. I lifted at the hem and Amy lifted it up and off. I had assumed she'd be in panties and a bra.

Nope. Stark naked.

I did the only thing I could do. I rolled her onto her back and duplicated her moves. She has one hell of a body with uplifted C cups. We'd already kissed. I went after her nipples. Then I moved to the side and Amy came in from the other side and latched onto that nipple.

Then Bob stood between her legs. All sculpted and shit Bob. With a raging hard-on. She was bucking through orgasms but looked up and moaned.

"You have to say it," said Bob. "Consent."

"Fuck me, please," she said.

"I love a woman that says please," said Bob. Who proceeded to put on an absolute clinic. Amy and I finally backed off and let him do his thing. His fucking spectacular thing. His fucking spectacular fucking.

Until he pulled out and just covered her. Face to pussy.

Then he put on a show about cleanup. She got kisses. Amy got kisses.

The cameraman got kisses. The camera man got kisses. Which somehow led to Amy with the camera and the cameraman fucking me. I positioned myself so Mila and I kissed. She was still on her back, so I inched forward and latched onto a nipple, and she latched on mine.

Sorry, Mila. Your cameraman just came all over us. Hell, I never did learn his name. It felt like my turn for cleanup.

Then Amy cleaned me up. So fucking well. We're told that when we both came, since we'd move into a 69, that the seismographs registered again. Not just from us, which would have been weird.

Everyone watching came. Again.

We might be on to something here.

It's been a long night, so we're heading back to the apartment. We actually played time zones to our advantage and staged in Hawaii. I had never been to the house! I don't think it gets used that much. We live on the beach in the Mediterranean. Damn nice house. We spent our week there with Bob abstaining.

Amy and I did not abstain.

No more in me

I'm done. Maybe for the next week. This is Bob. That was fun and truly odd. I am pretty confident that the world understands us a little better now. There are already protests around France to make our rules permanent nationwide. The protests are being primarily led by young men and women under 18. The five-year-olds are particularly involved.

Good for them.

It is 0600. The same day. The protests have already begun. Oh, Pari just mentioned that CNN is showing protests around the globe.

I think it is freaking hilarious. Oh, Pari just waved me over to the TV. She has it on CNN. According to the chyron there are protests in London, Berlin, Madrid, New York, and Chicago. Oh wait, Sydney, Tokyo, and Beijing, too.

What the heck time is it in all those places?

I doubt anything will come of it, but who knows.

Sex is good.

Right now we're having a little post-Eiffel party at our Paris apartment. I think I'll just watch. Maybe coach a little. I like being a coach. It lets me watch! Come on, you had to know that our entire family came to the event. A solid half of them were down in the target zone just fucking up a storm. Leslie's stories are amazing.

Leslie is amazing. Time of their lives. Chris didn't because, you know, the President, although she had offered to give me a hand job while naked.

I'll think that one through.

I did enjoy bottoming. I always enjoy bottoming. I'll never forget my first time. Just because I am worn out doesn't mean I can't bottom.

Orlando and I reenact it often. Just about 20 minutes ago. No, I'm not being creepy. It was a joke. Except the 20 minutes ago part. That happened.

Quite wonderfully.

It is so wonderful to see so many of the extended family. Everyone is catching up on their lives. Oh, lots of fucking, too. It is literally a part of who we are. Some families do a tentative hug. Others just nod.

We strip down and fuck.

Our way is better.

Oh gosh.

One more in me.

Off to find Amy and Pari. And probably Chris. Morgan and Sophia for sure. Ruby. Probably Gabe.

OK, I'll put it to good use.

Oh my.

Tegan is here. She turned and laughed and pulled me onto a lounge by my cock. Tegan puts so much passion into everything.

Including bouncing up and down on my cock.

Filled her right up. Cleaned her right out. Gosh, cleaning her out put my ass right up in the air.

Thanks, Blake.

It was quite a day.

Staging in Hawaii

Pari here. Backing up a bit to our staging in Hawaii. Here's our theory. We wanted to be wide awake at 0300, which isn't a natural time to be awake. So we went halfway around the world and spent the week. That meant 0300 in Paris is mid-afternoon for us. And I spent a week in Hawaii with my fiancés.

Yes, I went there.

The house is spectacular, and Bob says he's only been once. They own a beach in Hawaii, and he has only been once. Well sure. The fact that it is like a kilometer of beach and there is a 70 meter boat isn't surprising, even though it would be completely ludicrous to anyone else. It was actually a rare time with just the three of us.

And Bob wasn't allowed to cum.

So no fucking for the three of us. Well, maybe not Bob. No wait, sure. He can't cum, but he can get fucked. We'll just have to be really careful about how stimulated he gets.

Right?

Amy and I went back through the journal, looking for cock. Yes, we did a cock inventory and invited a lot of cock. I like the word cock. I like cock even better.

I'm pretty insatiable for 12.

In about ten minutes, our first batch of cock arrives. Blake, Horacio, Juanita, and Benton.

Seems about right. Let's assume two for me, two for Amy, one for Bob.

Each.

Oh goody. They're here and already naked. How to choose, how to choose.

Got it. Horacio in the front, Juanita in the back. Amy can start with Benton in the front and Blake in the back.

"Nah," said Amy. "Blake in the front and Benton in the back."

Oh my.

It has a little bit of a cuckold feel, since all Bob can do is watch. OK, not entirely. Once we each had two from all four, it was Bob's turn.

Blake, Horacio, Benton, Juanita.

Ending with tits and a cock.

I won't narrate the entire week. We played Monopoly. We did puzzles. We read books. We played on the wave runners and boats.

And Amy and I got fucked. Over and over and over.

It was a lot of cocks.

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