31 October 2022

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What a dick

Sadly, I didn't mean that in a good way. He was a real dick and I mean his personality and attitude. The racism didn't help.

So here is the story. This is Frida. I'm in Boston. I had a craving for a Big Mac. Don't judge me. I've just learned about American fast food. It is horrible, bad for me, and so damn good.

Throw in McDonalds fries and...

Harvard people are snooty though. No nearby McDonalds. I might have to buy MIT. The closest McDonalds to Harvard is near MIT.

What better reason to buy a prestigious university, right?

Back to the dick. No, no, not an actual dick. Keep up.

Sorry. Still pissed.

So here's the deal. I'm sitting at my table enjoying the hell out of my Big Mac and fries and just kind of people watching. There are two patties and three pieces of bread. How decadent. I love the special sauce but am pretty sure it is just Russian dressing.

There was a young man, probably in his early twenties, working the counter by himself. He waited on me too and he was polite and efficient and has a nice smile. He's black, which isn't meaningful to me, but will be to the story. Hell, I'd do him in a heartbeat.

I was watching, because a man came in who I had to guess was homeless. The total lack of a safety net in the US still stuns me. I saw the guy behind the counter give him the same big smile that I got. I loved that and for some reason picked up my phone and started taking video. I don't know why, but I was really curious how this would go. It almost looked like he knew the guy. He rang up the order and to my surprise, the cashier took money out of his own pocket and paid the bill. I'm guessing the cashier at McDonalds isn't exactly loaded with excess cash. I don't mean that to be insulting, but the stagnation of the minimum wage in the US confuses me, too.

I was about to stop the video when the manager came up to the two of them. I expected him to praise the cashier.

He did not. He started screaming at them both. The words were vicious. The things he called the homeless guy were so over the line. Just terrible. The homeless guy looked to be Hispanic, or at least not white.

I learned way too many slurs in that rant.

Then he turned on his own cashier. He screamed at him that what he did was wrong because they didn't want them in their store.

Then it got worse. Much worse. He brought out the word. You know the word. I sure won't type it here, but it starts with n.

Directed at his own employee.

Then he fired him but demanded he finish his shift first. The poor cashier was shocked, understandably so, but it his one act of defiance, he just walked around the counter and left.

Good for him, but this sucks. I'd deal with the manager later. I don't know how yet, but I would. What I couldn't do was let the cashier get away. I didn't know what was going down exactly, but I sure as hell was going to fix it. I got out front and the cashier was waiting at the bus stop. The poor homeless guy was walking away, too.

"Do not get on that bus," I said. "We need to talk, but I have to do something first. Just stay, please. Trust me." I ran after the homeless guy. I called out to him but when he turned, he saw a 10-year-old blonde girl. Yeah, he just sped up.

I can't say I blamed him. By now I had cash in my hand, and I waved it. He hesitated, which is understandable. He stopped.

"Listen," I said. "What just happened sucks. I am going to fix it, and help you, but I need to help him, too." I pointed back at the cashier, who was just staring at us.

"Here's $200. Find a place to stay tonight. Rent a room. Meet me back here at 1000. 10 am," I said. "Trust me, I can help." He just stared at the money in his hand, but I ran back to the cashier. The chance that the homeless dude would come back was probably low, but I would be here.

I got back to the bus stop. I stuck out my hand.

"Hi," I said. "My name is Frida. I saw what just happened and it sucked. I think I can help."

He gave me the look that people give to crazy 10-year-old girls. As it turns out, that wasn't the look.

"Of course you are," he said. "It's not like there is a single person in the Boston area that doesn't know who you are."

Oh. Well, um, oh. This is embarrassing.

"Listen, that sucked, but it is just another speed bump in my life," he said. "I'm black. It happens. A lot. Thanks for your concern, but I need to get home and start looking for a new third job."

Aw shit. This just keeps getting worse.

"I can help," I said. "I can. I have no idea how yet, but to figure that out, we need to talk. I see a restaurant down the street. Let's go there. I'll buy you dinner." He looked down the street and laughed.

"Yeah, the black guy in the McDonalds uniform is going to get served at the trendiest place in town while dining with a 10-year-old white girl," he said. "The likelihood is high that I would be led out in handcuffs, possibly to meet a mysterious death."

"You're not a very fun guy," I said. At least that made him let out a little laugh.

"If they give us a hard time, I'll buy the restaurant and fire them all," I said. I struck a pose, with my hands on my hips. He laughed.

"How can I say no to a girl with her arms akimbo?" he said. What the fuck is akimbo?

"It's when you have your hands on your hips like that," he said. I just led slide the fact that I had not said that out loud. Hopefully he won't realize.

Well, that plan failed. He's read that too, this time paying attention to my lips.

"We can talk about that too," I said. "I introduced myself and you didn't." This time, he stuck out his hand.

"Murphey," he said. "My name is Murphey." Murphey has a very nice handshake. Yeah, he didn't hear that. I blocked him.

"No you didn't," he said. What? OK, I'm not even thinking about what that means. Particularly given it didn't seem to surprise him that he could.

He just shook his head no with a smile. Focus Frida.

We arrived at the restaurant, which had a line. The host came down the line to talk to us.

"Told you," whispered Murphey.

"Miss Frida," he said. "It is an honor to have you in our restaurant. Let me find you a table for you and your friend. I am Mattis and at your service." Normally we would all decline the special attention, but today I admit I took advantage of it. He led us to a quiet booth in the corner and left us with menus.

Murphey snorted when he opened his.

"Looks like I'll be having tap water," he said.

"Oh, just stop it," I said. "You know who I am. You damn well know I'm paying. Now dish. Life story. Now."

Murphey laughed.

"Not taking my shit anymore, are you?" he said, smiling. I put my hands on my hips and we both laughed. Murphey has a nice laugh. He's younger than I initially thought, I think.

"Not much to tell. Kind of a stereotype. I am a 16-year-old black kid living with his sick grandma and his 10-year-old sister," said Murphey. "I'm the wage earner, without an education, so three jobs it is."

"OK, I'm going to ask some pretty damn intrusive questions and you're going to answer every one of them honestly," I said. He just smiled.

"Start with your grandma. What's going on?" I asked.

"Breast cancer," he said. "Maybe too late to treat. We don't have insurance, so we can't afford treatment, so my beloved Grandma will likely die from a treatable disease. She's only 56 years old."

Fuck.

"Sister," I said. His eyes lit up and his smile was huge.

"Light of my life," said Murphey. "Smart, funny, cute, just an amazing person being failed by the local school system."

Double fuck. Murphey did the up/down look and an exaggerated leer and then laughed.

"Mind out of the gutter," I said. For now. He turned his head to the side a bit and got thoughtful. Ah shit. I forgot he could read me. Well, let's be a little more direct. I would happily fuck Murphey's brains out, and probably his sister, and there is a good chance his grandma, too.

I expected a little shock, but what I got was a small smile.

Interesting. That got a laugh.

"You'll like my family," he said quietly.

"Single guy, unlimited money, next five years, go," I said.

"Get my grandma treatment, get Nelly into the school she deserves," he said. I waited him out. He waited me out.

"You're not done," I said.

"All that matters to me," he said, quietly. Damn. Just damn.

"Fuck that. Unlimited money. Finish," I said. "Tell me honestly and I'll blow you." I smiled and then I realized that I said it just as the waitress arrived. The stunning young Hispanic waitress. Truly stunning.

"Thank you for the compliment," she said to me, smiling. "I'm not sure what he needs to do, but if he does it, I'll blow him, too."

"Then again, I'd fuck you both too," she said, with a smile. I thought she meant with a double-ended dildo. Wouldn't you?

"Nope," she said, looking down. Oh God. She has a long thin cock tenting out her skirt a little.

I know I shouldn't have, but I moaned. That got quite a smile from Cissy. Hey, she introduced herself. I pay attention.

"I'm also 17," she said. "Even better, you're my last customer."

This time Murphey and I both moaned.

I asked her to get the host for a second but assured her it was fine. She set off and came back with him.

"I'm sorry to do this to you, but I'd like Cissy to join us for dinner," I said. "Can you have someone cover for her?" Cissy looked confused. Murphey smiled and got hard. Hey, sitting next to him, you notice these things. For example, I am now aware that his cock is not thin. In fact, it is quite thick. Cissy had already sat down on the other side of me, and she noticed, too.

"Front and back," she said. It took Murphey and me a moment, but we both moaned.

"The perfect ass cock," I said. They both laughed.

Murphey didn't even question why I invited Cissy to join us and even backed up to catch her up on the whole story, including getting fired.

"Man, that sucks, but now Frida is going to tell us how to fix it," said Cissy. "As soon as you spill your goal." Good job, Cissy.

Murphey took a deep breath.

"I've graduated from the Berklee College of Music and playing for the Boston symphony," said Murphey. Cissy's eyes got big.

"What do you play?" she asked.

"The bassoon," he reply. For some reason, that made Cissy moan.

"What do you play?" asked Murphey, of Cissy, who hesitated. Finally she sat up straighter, which thrust her gorgeous B cups out there.

Murphey and I both moaned this time.

"Viola," she replied. Damn. "Have you already been accepted?"

"Yes," he said. "But even with the scholarship, I can't go. I bring in the money in my family."

"I hear you," muttered Cissy.

"Your turn," said Murphey, to Cissy.

"Hey, I'm just your waitress," said Cissy, just as the most attractive man approached with a pad.

"Are you ready to order?" he said. We all laughed but did order and he moved on. No, I didn't have them set a fourth place setting. Tempting, but no.

"My story is fine," said Cissy. "Although a bit similar. I live with my 11-year-old brother and my grandfather. His health is fine, but finding a job is tough. He's undocumented. He's also 60 years old, which is a struggle for manual labor. It really sucks, because he was a freaking doctor before we moved here. His name is Guillermo."

"What about you and your brother?" I asked.

"We were both born here. Different dads, same mom. Jacob is our mom's dad," said Cissy. "In my vision, Mell is already attending Harvard, on his way to medical school. That's us."

Murphey and I just stared at her.

"Well played," said Cissy. "I'm first chair viola at the symphony where Murphey is first chair bassoon."

"Already accepted?" I asked and she laughed.

"Absolutely," said Cissy. "Sending them my thanks but no thanks letter today."

"Yeah, no," I said. "You're both accepting and you're both going to be full-time students," I said. I gave them credit that they didn't argue. They sat there for a moment.

"Why?" asked Cissy.

"A fair question," said Murphey.

"Because I freaking can," I said, more firmly than I realized.

"I apologize, but I need to send some texts," I said. I sent quite a few and our dinner arrived. We had a fun dinner, just laughing and forgetting the real world. I had really been feeling overwhelmed by everything, but tonight reminded me why I was here. No, I couldn't do this for everyone.

Yet.

Suddenly I got a flurry of texts. I made some quick replies.

"OK, here's where we stand. Both of you have formally accepted your admission offers at Berklee," I said. "I confirmed it with Spring."

"Spring. The school president. You call her Spring," said Murphey.

"There is a long affiliation between our two schools," I said, in my most formal voice, which made us all laugh.

"Your grandmother Maive has an appointment at MassGen tomorrow. It's with Crimson Care," I said. Crimson Care is so cool. It is a collaboration between the professors and students at Harvard Medical School to offer primary care to the community through volunteers.

"Crimson Care is cool and all," said Murphey. "But they only do primary care."

"Not anymore," I said. "They recently became more full service. As it turns out, their first large expansion focuses on the treatment of cancer. The timing was quite good."

"Let me guess. They will announce a stupid large anonymous donation to the newly formed Crimson Care Cancer Institute," said Cissy. OK, that was good. CCCI. I texted that to my contact.

"What a coincidence that you are aware of the name and donation," I said, smiling.

"Mell and Nelly have been accepted into the Harvard program and will start Monday," I said.

"How?" they both got out. Cissy beat him to "jinx".

Which is why she leaned over me and gave Murphey the most passionate kiss. As she withdrew, she gave me a quick kiss, too.

It involved tongue. I realized that our waiter had just walked up. We didn't need a fourth for tonight, but given the hard cock he was now sporting, I'd be back.

Maybe we all would.

"The movers will arrive day after tomorrow," I said, leaving it there.

"Movers. For what?" asked Cissy.

"To move both of your families into the Parkside," I said.

"The Parkside!" they both said. This time Murphey got "jinx" out first.

Passionate kisses in front of me were fun. I took it as the opportunity to drop a hand in each of their laps.

Damn nice cocks.

I moved my hands when they came up for air. Their cocks must hurt a bit.

Oops.

"So we're done with dinner," said Cissy. "Why aren't we on our way to your place. I believe we agreed to start with DP."

Thank goodness I had already paid the check.

I have no idea how this all happened

I really don't. I got fired and now I go to Berklee, and Grandma has an appointment today with a cancer specialist.

Yes, today. Last night was freaking amazing, but I'll let Cissy tell that story.

I'll jump ahead and tell you the important part of my day. The doctor is confident that Grandma's cancer is still treatable. It won't be easy and will involve a tough surgery, but Frida has already arranged a full-time nurse and rented the nurse the apartment next door. We'll get back to the apartment.

Back it up there dude

You know, I almost called out on that shift. I was just down. A shitty day. My grandfather, my Pops, had to literally run from immigration to keep from getting detained. Which leads to another story to tell that happened while Murphey was at the clinic.

Anyway. I finally pulled my ass into work, and it had not improved. Pissy customers, lousy tippers, and three guys that grabbed my ass and one woman that grabbed my cock. Now I'm not all that bashful and while I know it is inappropriate, I usually don't make a scene beyond a glare for one purely pragmatic reason. When it happens, it is almost guaranteed that the other people at the table are horrified and they almost always give me a huge tip. Yeah, all wrong, but sue me, I am the wage earner.

I was finally ready to leave when the manager asked if I could take one more table. I'd already changed out of my uniform and was wearing a pretty tight knit dress. I was heading home so I didn't have anything under it.

Aw, who am I kidding. I was heading out to the clubs.

Back on track. I walked up just as the young white girl was offering the gorgeous black guy a blow job. I heard the compliment she said, but she didn't say it and I don't really know how else to explain it. It seemed like a good time to offer my oral skills as well. I was just playing but suddenly I am a full-time student and we're going to move into a nice apartment.

Thank God I came to work. As it turns out, I didn't go clubbing. I went back to Frida's house, with Murphey, too. Remember the whole DP thing?

First thing we did. Frida is a bit of an animal. She also wanted us to last, so she blew us both first. I don't mean she blew one of us and then the other.

She blew both of us. At the same time. She had us in a motion where one of us was stroking in while the other was stroking out.

We were frotting inside her mouth. It was truly unbelievable. I could feel him swell just as I did. Frida did too because she pulled off and took both loads on her face and cute little chest. It was an incredible blowjob. There was a lot of cum. She pushed me on my back and dove in and got me hard again. Quickly. She sat over me, reverse cowgirl. She scooped cum off her chest and used it as lube on my cock and slid right down, with me in her ass.

She laid back, with me still inside, and Murphey got between our legs. He is truly gorgeous. He scooped a little more cum off and stroked his own cock with it and then he slid in, too.

We got quite a motion going and it was incredible. Frida was bouncing and cumming. Finally I was close and clearly so was Murphey. He pulled out which made me pull out, just as we both came. He unloaded all over Frida's amazing clit. I shot right up through her legs and just covered Murphey's cock with my cum. We spent the next 45 minutes licking each other clean and then fell fast asleep until morning.

We woke up a little early and repeated the event, starting with the double blow job. I think that was going to be our first step every single time. That thought made Frida laugh. Then we did DP in the same positions, with one change. A major change.

Murphey was in the back, and I was in the front. It took effort. It was worth it. Every stroke in I could feel myself bouncing against him, through her. Incredible. This time we both filled Frida up. She jumped out of bed and pulled on panties.

"Squish, squish," she said, laughing. She dropped a pale yellow, pretty sheer sundress over her head.

"We're going out for breakfast," she declared. She looked incredible. She had these little pigtails. You could see her cute little white underwear through the dress. You could clearly see her gorgeous nipples, but she is right at that development where innocence overcomes modesty. Now, the reality is that every little girl absolutely knew what she was doing to people and revels in it.

Frida sure does.

She walked into a closet. I couldn't really see in, but it looked incredible. She came out with clothes. She had a very similar sundress for me, but in a pale beige. I laughed and got up and pulled the panties she was holding out to me. My God. The softest thing I have ever felt. I leaned over to pick up my bra.

"No," barked Frida. Really? Me? I'm Hispanic. I have nice dark nipples on my B cups. You should have seen her look. I was being told, not suggested.

So I put on the dress, and she pulled me over to a mirror. She stood next to me with her hands on her hips, so I struck the same pose.

"Akimbo," she said, firmly. I admit I laughed but damn. She was a vision, but I admit, I rocked it. Yes, you could clearly see my nipples, but the color variation was slight enough that it wasn't lewd at all. She pulled me over to a chair at a makeup table, not to do my makeup. To do my matching pigtails.

"Little innocent girls don't wear makeup," she said, smiling. Murphey walked in wearing flat front khaki shorts and a Berklee polo.

"There are dozens of these in the closet. Half in my size and half in yours," he said. If by his size he meant this form fitting, abs showing, hunk shirt he was wearing. I will not mention how I could see he was hanging left today.

"Why in our specific size?" asked Murphey. Frida just shrugged.

"I don't know. We never do. We just know when we have to do something," I said. "The woman at the bookstore where I bought them was surprised."

"Well there are a lot of clothes. Two other sizes, too. Looks like a good size man and a smaller girl," said Murphey. Frida just shrugged again.

"Don't know yet," said Frida.

That's weird. Really weird.

"Yeah, we know," said Frida.

"Can you read my mind?" I asked Frida, knowing how insane that sounds.

"Yeah," said Murphey. "She can. I can, too."

Well then they know I like black and white unicorns.

"OK, I get the unicorns," said Frida.

"But black and white?" said Murphey. "Are they zebra unicorns?" We all lost it laughing. I don't get it, but I'll just roll with it. Can they really read my mind? I know I'm getting stronger, but isn't that supposed to mean something?

Maybe it does. DP every day? Maybe it does.

Breakfast was great fun. We laughed and laughed. They're a sexy pair.

I love this part

Frida here. Today was moving day for both families. I had managed to get three nice apartments on the same floor. Two three-bedroom apartments for the two families and a smaller one-bedroom for the nurse. I could either resell the apartment later or just put it in the app. They call them apartments, but they're really condos. I guess I should back up. I've already met both families and they really hit it off, which is wonderful. They met at the furniture store amid a lot of comments about how I couldn't do this.

Fuck that. Yes I can. We'll figure out the future but until they're both through college, I'm helping. I had to fight with them to buy nice furniture. They wanted the cheap unpainted pine.

I don't think so. I threatened to decorate both apartments myself entirely in seafoam green if they didn't cooperate.

Seafoam green brought them in line. We had a lot of fun and had a nice lunch after, all seven of us. The sparks were flying, let me tell you, particularly between Maive, Murphey's grandmother, and Guillermo, Cissy's grandfather. Then again, the little guys, Nelly, Murphey's sister, and Mell, Cissy's brother, were getting along really well.

Then again the sparks between Murphey and Cissy were white hot, and I think it surprised Murphey a bit. It all made me happy.

They'd been to the apartments to see them, but empty wasn't that exciting. The movers arrived with three apartments full of furniture. I laughed because I doubt any of their doors would ever be locked. You had to use a keycard to get to the floor and since we owned all the apartments...

Mell and Nelly were running in and out of both of their apartments already. Somehow they decided to play a game of hide and seek and roped us all into it. I loved that the two grandparents got into it and took it seriously. Slowly the apartments took shape. They hadn't brought much with them but did have a lot of family pictures and more. I'd arranged a handyman to be here all day to put pictures up and add shelves and anything else that might need to be done.

Finally everything was done, and we all flopped down in the living room and relaxed.

"Too bad this isn't a consulate," said Nelly. Mell almost instantly got hard. Nope, not just Mell. They were all sitting paired up and I even saw Maive sneak a little stroke of Guillermo's cock.

Go, Maive. Now I'm going to make them happy.

"This entire floor has already been designated a consulate," I said. Mell and Nelly cheered and hopped up. They then proceeded to undress each other. My God, it was sexy. The rest of us found ourselves watching while Mell made love to Nelly. Oh, it wasn't just a fuck. Not by a long-shot. Right here in front of us, on the nice carpet.

Suddenly Maive jumped up.

"What are we waiting for?" she said. "I might not have these tits for long. Let's put them to good use." She pulled Guillermo to his feet, and they duplicated undressing each other. Cissy and Murphey laughed and got up.

I stood up and headed for the door. It felt like the right time for me to leave.

They weren't having any of it. They all sat on the couch naked and made me do a striptease for them. I got into the spirit and put everything I had into it.

Then they damn near attacked me. I was the focus of their attention. Murphey, Guillermo, Mell, and Cissy. They fucked me in that order.

I liked it. All afternoon long I was the target of every cum shot and they all cleaned me off. I don't think I can cum anymore.

Well, I guess that wasn't true.

Finally we all got cleaned up. I took a shower with Murphey and Cissy. They both had one more in them for me. I was clean but squish, squish.

I was good with that. We'd barely made it back into the living room and dressed when the bell announced someone requesting access to the floor. Ah, my delivery. I let them up and they brought cart after cart of wine and IPAs.

Guillermo knew his wines.

"What the absolute fuck," he said, as the carts kept coming in. They filled up a bit of their pantry. He pulled out a bottle and I knew which one it was.

"Perfect," I said. "Everyone will like that one." Guillermo just looked at me.

"I'll show you how to reorder so you can keep it stocked. You have delivery accounts at the grocery, too. The utilities are all paid automatically. We've arranged a generous stipend for Cissy and Murphey so that your expenses will all be covered." I named a figure which both startled and confused them. One other box was there, and I opened and handed out six phones.

"These work anywhere in the world and never need to be charged," I said. "They're ion-powered. You're all already in each other's contacts and I am, too. There are a few other numbers too, but this will help you understand all the things you can do." I opened up the shopping app. They all started looking through it.

"This page tells us how to order cars. Not car services. Cars," said Mell.

"Well, your apartments each come with two slots, so I'd limit it to two cars that the three of you can share," I said.

"The three of us," said Murphey. "OK, but I'm confused, there are four drivers."

"No," I said. "There are six drivers. Two cars each." I had to explain driver's ed to them. As you can imagine, Mell and Nelly were excited, at least briefly.

Then I showed them in the app how they could choose cars and swap them out whenever they wanted.

"But these are all luxury cars. Mercedes, BMW, Audi, freaking Lamborghini, and Ferrari," said Murphey. "You're telling me that I could just pick an Aventador, and it would be delivered."

"Yes," I said. "But I'd limit it to one supercar, given the four spaces. Personally, I like the Mercedes One, although the Aventador comes in a convertible."

"Sure, sure," said Cissy. "The convertible is a consideration."

"I'll tell you what. Don't overthink it. I'll have some cars delivered and if you're not thrilled with any of them, we'll trade them out," I said.

"How can you do this? Why are you doing this?" asked Maive.

"Because I can. I can't fix everyone's lives," I said. "But I saw what happened and it sucked. Now it doesn't. I bought Harvard. Buying you all some cars isn't a huge stretch."

Just then the doorbell rang again. I knew what it would be, so I let them up. I laughed when Bob got off the elevator. I'd bet money they won't recognize this homeless scruffy man as King Bob. What is it with mustard? I do think he likes a little anonymity, but he wasn't getting away with it this time.

"No so fast," I said, as he turned to leave. "Introduce yourself right now." Yes, I used by stern German girl voice and Bob laughed.

"My name is Bob," he said. "I'm the courier. Just dropping off the envelope for Miss Frida." That's when the light bulb went on for Nelly and Cissy.

You can tell when they start stammering.

"OK," I said. "At least some of you have caught on. This scruffy dude is King Bob. If you owe anyone thanks, it is Bob."

So they thanked Bob. Repeatedly.

Consulate, remember?

Somehow I got all the cum again. I am quite fine with that. They all saved one for me, too. It was finally time to go.

My guess is three beds will be used across two apartments. They've already paired up and seem so damn happy.

I like happy.

I should back up. They did thank Bob repeatedly, but it had special meaning to Guillermo. You see, what Bob was dropping off was Dionysus passports. We really only needed one for Guillermo, but Bob went ahead and did them all. They do carry some weight.

"This is nice and all," said Guillermo. "But I don't understand." Mell was flipping through Guillermo's passport and stopped on a page.

Then he screamed. He quickly handed it to his grandfather, open to the page. He read through it and looked at me.

"How? Why?" he asked, and I smiled.

"You moved here for your family at great personal expense. It is stupid that you are not able to use your talents, particularly given vast experience in dementia research. This program will be self-paced. You'll have a series of tests to pass, and then we can award you the degree. You'll need to pass the boards, but my confidence is high. Then you can take over the directorship of the Lucia Lopez Brain Research Institute. Of course, there is nothing preventing you from running it immediately. We'll just need you to get that degree."

"This is all nice to fantasize but none of this can possibly be true. How do you even know my late wife's name?" asked Guillermo.

"You know who Frida is. You know what Frida owns," said Cissy. Guillermo leaned back into the couch. We all waited quietly while he had a good cry. Mell climbed into his lap and hugged him through it. Finally he sat back up.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "Right back into the whirlwind efforts of fund raising."

"Yeah, you might have had to do that at your last clinic," I said. "Not here. Money is not in short supply. We don't do things halfway. Who are the top 5 researchers in the field?"

Guillermo quickly rattled off five names.

"You keep up, don't you? Have you been keeping your reading current?" I asked. He blushed and said he had.

"I spend a lot of time in your medical library. It's the only place I can read it all for free. I'm pretty sure all the librarians know I shouldn't be there, but I don't try to check anything out and I'm reading medical journals and am nice and quiet," said Guillermo. I admit I laughed.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but everyone is welcome at all our libraries. Get to know that one, you'll use it," I said. Then I realized something.

"You're completely current. You could pass the boards tomorrow," I said.

"Possibly. I'd rather have a couple weeks to really fresh," said Guillermo. "But I need the degree first."

"I can award a provisional degree," I said. "It will get you into the exam. If you pass it, I'll award the degree. You pass it, you're done, and can build the institute the next day. Oh, and go hire all five. I'll help you understand how stupid money works."

"Hire them all. You think they'd all come to Boston. Tokyo, Munich, Palo Alto, Stockholm, and Sydney. You think you can them all to move here from there," said Guillermo.

"Yep," I said. "Sure. Offer them all a million dollar a year base and 50% of anything they patent. Give them a $200 million budget. They'll come."

"Yeah," said Guillermo. "That would be a lot of money. That's $40 million each."

"No," I said. "$200 million each. You're the director. Your base is $2 million, 75% of anything you patent, and a $500 million budget. Have fun. I guess you can move out of your new apartment. Your job comes with a house."

"No, or at least not yet," said Guillermo. "We're working our way back up. This apartment will be wonderful for us. Where else would we find neighbors like this?"

"Is this where Ashton Kutcher comes in the door?" asked Nelly. I'm not sure everyone understood the reference, but one way or another I was getting Ashton Kutcher here.

They'll move into the house when Maive and Guillermo get married. Or Murphey and Cissy. Or Mell and Nelly.

Or all of them. I meant in pairs, but who knows. What would we call a group of six?

Fun. We'll just call them fun.

I promised I'd be there

I did. I promised 10 am and I was there by 9:30. Sorry, I have to back up to the morning after the incident. I knew my chances were slim, and it was a cold, blustery day, but I stood outside that McDonalds, shivering. I admit I smiled when he showed up at 9:35. He was as surprised to see me as I was him, but here we were. We sure as fuck weren't going into McDonalds, so we walked down the street to Denny's. Who passes up a Grand Slam? We walked in and the hostess couldn't have been sweeter. She even called my new friend by name. Sort of.

She called him Professor.

What was up with that?

We sat down and he didn't say anything. I waited a bit, too. I've found silence is powerful. Just sit together until they're ready. I ordered a French Slam, with extra bacon. He tried to order water.

"OK, dude, let's get this straight," I said, in my firm German girl voice. "I'm going to help you and the first thing is to get a decent breakfast in your stomach. Order anything you want. Order everything off the menu. All of them. I can easily afford it." I think it confused him when the waitress snorted. I just looked at her and waited.

"So that's how it goes?" she said. "I have to answer because I snorted?" I just smile at her, and she laughed again.

"The young woman that is with you is named Frida," said the waitress, who herself is Sally. Hey, nametag.

"Frida personally owns Harvard and Northeastern," said Sally. "She can afford breakfast." I didn't mention I'd added MIT yesterday. Hey, closer to the McDonalds.

Fuck. Now I can't go to McDonalds. I'll fix that, too. Maybe I have to buy McDonalds.

"I knew that," he said, politely. "I just don't like handouts."

"Fuck that," I said, which startled them both. "Everybody needs help sometimes. I'm in a position to help. Therefore I am going to help and you're going to fucking let me do it." I might have been a little too passionate, but the Professor laughed, which was a good sign.

"A persuasive German," said the Professor. "Should I be worried?"

It took me a minute to realize he had made joke. I did want to talk to Sally, but that could wait, too. She took our order and went off to turn it in.

"So spill it. Life story, birth to today," I said. He smiled again.

"I was born in a small farmhouse in Kentucky but grew up Illinois. We didn't have electricity, so I studied by candlelight," he said.

"I may be German, but I know Abraham Lincoln's story," I said, giving him another stern look. He laughed, a little.

"Why should I tell you anything?" he said.

"Because I can help?" I said. He shook his head.

"No, you can't," he said. "What I did was unforgiveable. I don't deserve help."

We were at a stalemate. Just then Sally came up and pulled out a chair, to both our surprise.

"Fuck it," she said. "I'll tell the story."

"Hey," said the Professor. "I told you that in confidence."

"Yep," said Sally. "And I'm going to break it and this girl is going to help you." He was pissed but didn't get up. Yet.

"He was a professor at MIT. A damn good one, from what I understand. Biomedical engineering, with a focus on injuries to the spine. He was going good work," said Sally. "The problem was he is bipolar, and his swings are pretty wide. He'd bounce from depression to mania and back fast. He didn't like what his medicine did. He said he lost his ability to solve. Just solve. So he stopped taking them. But then he fucked up, while in a manic stage. A young woman in his class came on to him. Hard. She had a bad grade, and her dad would be pissed, so she offered to fuck him for an A."

"And I did it. I fucked her. I gave her an A," said the Professor. "I know it is wrong, but in my manic state, nothing is wrong. So I fucked her and got her pregnant and her dad is a big shot and he got me fired and blackballed from my profession. And I deserve it."

Sally sadly nodded.

"What happened to the baby?" I asked. That's when Mal started crying.

"I've never seen her. I want to see her. But not like this. No one should have to deal with me like this," said Mal.

Oh boy.

"OK," I said. "Time for me to jump in. Will you take your medicine now? It's the starting point for helping you." He just sat there.

Sally didn't let him get away with it.

"You come in here all the time and I fucking feed you. You've got a shot here and while I may not get mine, you should fucking get yours," said Sally, with some passion.

"That's the entire dilemma. It is. Where I am now sucks and without my medicine, I'll never get out of it," he said. "But even if I came to grips with it, academia won't. I'll never work as a professor again."

"Fuck that," I said. "You take your meds and get cleaned up and you can have your job back the next day."

They both looked at me. Then Sally brightened.

"You bought MIT too," she said, smiling. I just nodded.

The professor shook his head.

"Will you at least tell me your name?" I asked.

"Malcolm," he said. "But everyone calls me Mal."

"The baby is not yours," I said. Now they really stared at me.

"So here's the deal. You have a lot of friends at MIT. I talked to over a dozen people, from the president to students. Your name came up repeatedly. I asked them all the same question," I said. "Every single one of them gave me the same answer without hesitation. They told me I should find you, help you, and give you your job back."

"Every single one," I added. "Somehow it never got to you that you didn't get her pregnant. Her dad did. That did not end well. She admitted that she fabricated everything. She recognized mania and convinced you that you did it and needed to give her an A. I am assuming you thought it happened and you didn't remember it. She played that. You're good. I promise."

Sally and Mal just sat there.

"Well I'll be damned," said Sally.

"Your turn," I said to Sally. It startled her, but she recovered.

"Nothing to tell. All good. I live a pleasant little life," she said, in a surprisingly upbeat tone.

"You tell her, or I do," said Mal. Sally stared fire at him and then smiled.

"I guess I am not in a position to complain," said Sally. "OK. I was the aforementioned girl's best friend. I had no idea that any of this was even going on. Literally none. I wasn't involved. I didn't help. Nothing."

"OK," I said. "What happened?"

"No one believed me. The university didn't. The police didn't. No one," said Sally. "I was threatened with jail time if I kept denying knowledge. Then the school disciplinary committee came at me with the same argument. I have no idea why. I didn't even get to talk. They expelled me, retroactively revoked my scholarship, and billed me for $123,000. I am working here, making about $12 an hour, with tips. I live in a tiny apartment and eat mostly ramen noodles. The school sued and the court ordered a repayment plan that takes over 40% of what I earn. So yeah, life is pretty fucking sweet."

I let out a sigh.

"That truly sucks. It really does. If there is a bright spot, it is that I can fix at least some of it. Your debt is cancelled. You are back on a full scholarship. The new scholarship includes a monthly stipend that will let you eat pretty well and have a decent place to live," I said. "I will personally work with you to help you catchup on work missed and we will not penalize you for your absence. The new model will be entirely self-paced, and something tells me you'll move quickly. Pre-med is an area of expertise for me."

Oops. Maybe they won't notice. Sally noticed.

"I never mentioned I was pre-med," said Sally.

"No, she didn't," added Mal. "You knew exactly who both of us were before you walked in here."

Another sigh from me.

"Wait," added Mal. "You learned that pretty quickly after lunch. You bought MIT to fix this for us."

"Yes," I said. "As soon as I left here, I had a team figure out who you were. They discovered the entire story within about 20 minutes and that story included Sally. I knew I could help because I already had planned on buying MIT. I just accelerated it."

"You accelerated it to within a couple hours of your decision," said Sally. I just shrugged.

"What premium did you pay to close it that fast?" asked Mal.

"I paid what I thought was a fair price," I said.

"Which in no way answers my question," said Mal. Hold up.

"You took your meds," I said. He smiled.

"I filled my prescription with the money you gave me," he said.

"Which means you spent another night on the street," I said.

"One more didn't matter," he said, softly.

"Listen," I said. "Let's go. We need to find the two of you a place to live. Have you two talked about where you'd like to live?"

They both just looked at me.

"Oh please," I said. "You cannot be denying that you love each other. You just can't."

"Doesn't matter if we do," said Mal. "Professor. Student. Can't."

I admit, this time I laughed. That got kind of a stare.

"Good grief. We don't care if you date. We don't care if you get married. We don't care if you fuck on the quad at lunch time. Hell, I'm 10 and I'd fuck you both and I don't care if you're already married. Hell, I'll introduce you to Bob and Amy and the four of you can have a night that you will never exceed. I can attest to that from experience. Many times."

"For that matter," I added. "I'm open to being in the middle of a train with Sally in the back and Mal in the front. On the quad. At lunch."

"You mean all that," said Mal. "I've read everything I can on Dionysus. I was bored. The library is warm. What the kingdom does is incredible."

"You have no idea," I said. "What was the one big, no huge, thing you wanted to do that you just didn't have the money and resources to do."

"I've designed a very lightweight exoskeleton. It requires access to significant power, but small and preferably light. I believe with ion power, it could be commercially produced at a reasonable price," said Mal. "The problem of the power source, I think you can solve. The effort to perfect the exoskeleton will require significant investment because the design innovates with materials that haven't quite been invented yet. I have a 9-year-old daughter. She's in a wheelchair due to a car accident that I caused."

Well hell. This story just took another turn down the rabbit hole.

"How much do you need to do it fast and well?" I asked. "Pull out all the stops."

"I don't know. That was the next step. A lot," said Mal.

"Define a lot. Roughly," I said. "$100 million? A billion? Ten billion?"

Mal stared for a bit and then thought for a bit.

"Your ranges are odd," he said, giving me the first smile I had seen.

"$500 million," he said.

"OK," I said. "I authorize $2.5 billion. Men suck at estimating." Well, Sally and I laughed.

"What the hell do you mean you authorize?" said Mal.

"Just roll with it," I said, smiling.

"Who had to approve you buying MIT? Hell, Harvard and Northeastern too," asked Sally.

I just smiled.

"Oh come on," said Sally.

"Listen," I said. "The world is changing. I cannot explain or believe that I am doing what I am doing, but I am. I proposed buying a medical school in Berlin. I bought it the next day. I invested almost $5 billion in a hospital. I didn't ask. I just did it. I came over here for a meeting with the folks at Harvard at their request, which turned out to be them recruiting me. I had already researched what it would take to buy the whole thing. I bought a couple healthcare systems because I thought it would be good leverage even though I didn't know if Harvard would even listen. They did. Northeastern approached me."

"And you bought MIT for us," said Mal.

"No," I said. "That affected timing, not intent. I was always buying it. There's no McDonalds near Harvard and I like Big Macs."

"Although now I can't eat there," I said, in a much sadder voice than I intended.

OK, that made us all laugh.

"How old are you again?" asked Mal.

"10," I said.

"Which means that on campus, we'd both be able to play with you," said Sally. Mal just looked at her.

"Sure," I said. "But not yet. Right now we're finding you a place to live and getting you both new clothes and then I am going to disappear so you can have a first night together and finally fuck."

"I love a good plan," said Mal.

"Me too," said Sally, about forty-three octaves lower than her normal voice.

"I have to work, though," said Sally.

"Are they staffed well enough for you to leave without notice?" I asked.

"Sure," said Sally. "Lots of available college kids." Yeah, we laughed. I'd have to buy the Denny's now and raise the salaries.

I'm serious. Right after McDonalds.

"I already own it," thought Manda, to me.

Well that's handy.

"I've got an idea on a place," I said. "Let's go."

I didn't exactly tell the truth. What I had done was reserve the Royal Suite at the Four Seasons. It's pretty nice. I reserved it for a month.

They needed a new start.

I'll end this here. We'll catch up with them.

I'm a rebel

This is Shelby. Meek little American girl. Maybe I used to be but now I'm a horny Baroness.

Oh, my first porn title. And this isn't even that sexy of an entry. Well, parts of it are. I'm also stupid late in posting this entry, but I'll write it from the perspective of when it happened.

I should try to focus. It's hard, because Morgon suggested I write this and I'm trying to do it with her between my legs. She's very, very good at it, too. I'm focusing only on my phone. Nothing else.

Oh. Oh. I have to look.

Chip. Chip is fucking me now. He's being so gentle but the fact that Morgon is licking me isn't helping. I have to describe this, or it won't make sense. I'm leaning back on the couch. My ass is hanging off a little. Chip is on his knees. Morgon has somehow gotten beneath us.

And is rimming me. Holy shit.

OK, I'm back. We had to find my phone. I accidentally threw it across the room when I came. The first time. Now I am lying here with my entire stomach and tits just covered in cum. Chip needs to clean up his mess.

Oh God, he did and Morgon helped. I so desperately need a nap.

I'll push through. Now Chip is fucking me again.

Jesus, focus, Shelby.

Remember the day of the grand opening that, to put it mildly, went awry? One of the things that we decided to do was open more community centers. I had our real estate people look into a geographically dispersed set of locations. The bigger the better. We found one on the south side that was an enormous warehouse. Perfect. We found grocery stores and Kmarts and one closed Lowes. All in we found 19 places and bought them all. Yes, we're probably putting too much into Indianapolis, but a lot of us are from here and the royal family is looking at it as a pilot city. I don't know how they're affording all this, but more power to them.

Nineteen.

So we put up what I've been calling popup centers. We clear a quarter or so of the place and put up temporary walls and throw in a kid's area, a workout room, and locker rooms. A little more, but you get the idea. Then we attack the rest, one quarter at a time. As each is done we open it up until we wrap around and close the original quarter and do the final quarter. We can do them really fast. We have new techniques. I think you've read about them. Chloe and Ben.

Damn, they're fun.

Anyway. I had an idea and ended up having to present it to the royal council. Oh hell, let's back up a bit and I'll share that weekend, too. Wowsa. I'll stick to the present tense for convenience, but this was awhile back. Time flies.

Presenting to the council

Shelby, of course. I had an idea that I shared with Morgon, and it was really out there. She loved it but said it was a decision that needed the council. Wait, what? Which is how I found myself on a plane with Morgon heading for Australia. Yes, Australia. It turned out there was a big group of the council at their house in Sydney, so the rest of the team was flying in. As Bob called it, a council meeting/orgy.

I think I am going to like council meetings. My sex drive is off the charts. Just being around this whole situation is incredible. Being part of it is unbelievable.

We landed at the house, and it was like we were at a used space plane dealership. They were everywhere. Then we walked into the main living area, and we switched to be in one hell of a porn movie. There were people doing things I wouldn't have guessed were physically possible. I'll give you an example. Bob was standing up and had Belen in his arms. He was lifting her up and down on his cock. Just up and down, up and down.

That's when it got even more interesting. He spun her, in the air, and all of the sudden he is still holding her and lifting her up and down. Except she's blowing him and he's going down on her. With her up in the air. Holy shit, he's strong. Then he stopped, holding her in mid-air.

"Hey, Shelby," said Bob. "Want to try it?" Belen looked up, which was a little weird, given she was upside down.

"Oh yeah, you have to try it," said Belen.

"You're kidding. You can't weight 80 pounds. I'm over 120 pounds," I said. "There is no way." Belen laughed and Bob smiled.

"Hey, Orlando," said Bob. "Shelby needs a demonstration." Orlando walked over and smiled at me. Belen got a big container of lube and really went to town in Orlando's ass. That was fun to watch.

"He's ready," said Belen. Orlando walked over to Bob, and it looked like they were going to hug. Wow, Bob just picked up Orlando. Belen helped position Bob's cock and he carefully lowered Orlando on to it. You remember what I described earlier? He was bouncing Orlando up and down on his cock just as easy as could be. Belen had run off and reappeared with a wet washcloth. Bob lifted Orlando up and off his cock and held him up in the air. High! Belen cleaned off Bob's cock really carefully.

And then Bob spun Orlando. Now they were sucking each other's cock. Finally Bob spun Orlando back and set him down.

"Which one do you want?" asked Orlando.

"Wait, wait," I said. "How much do you weigh?"

"185," said Orlando. Hot damn.

"Bob first, you second," I said. They laughed but seemed OK with it.

OMG, the feeling was incredible. You just lost yourself in trusting Bob. Up and down. Over and over. I couldn't stop cumming and finally Bob filled me up.

Then he spun me like I didn't weigh anything at all. There was his cock, right there. Well it needed to be cleaned off. That was hard to do and even concentrate given Bob was sucking his own cum out of me at the same time. Finally he spun me back and gently set me down.

Then Orlando did the same thing. Finally he set me down. I thought my knees were going to collapse. Bob waved his arm and Tomas, Gabe, Luca, and the one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen came over. She looked a lot like an older Ruby, but she had an impressive cock. Wow. Tits and a cock.

Oh, I've got it. Juanita. I now understand every word about Juanita.

In order, Gabe, Tomas, Luca, Juanita. Except that the first three didn't completely clean me out.

They left that for Juanita.

I need a nap and it had nothing to do with time zones. I like to count my orgasms during sex. You know, one, maybe two or three. I lost count, which is too bad, but I lost count at 56.

Council meetings are great fun, and this was the pre-meeting fun. Ruby told me this was mild, and the evening would be more fun. Given I'd already been fucked six times, I was looking forward to tonight.

I'm a little slutty I guess, but everyone seems just fine with that.

Bob actually called the meeting to order. Everyone found a couch or chair in the living room. Ruby pulled a chair out to the end and pointed to it. I guess I was presenting. I sat in the chair. Right?

Everybody just looked at me. OK. My turn. I felt a little weird being naked, then I looked around the room and everyone was. They were all focused on me, but naked. A few were hard, which I took as a compliment. One of them was Bill. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. That got me a smile and a wink. From Bill. Surprisingly, I am beginning to accept that.

"I have a proposal for some of the community centers in Indianapolis, as a pilot. One of the challenges in the US, particularly in the more conservative parts, is a total lack of understanding of sex. They don't teach it, they push for abstinence and kids learn it by doing it. Since they haven't had any education, they're stupid, and the pregnancy rate skyrockets," I said. Clearly they knew all this but were all so patiently listening.

"I propose we open centers called Dionysus rules, for kids only. You're welcome as soon as you are old enough to be responsible for yourself. That could be 14 or 3, depending on the kid. The parents have to sign a release. Each kid would be limited to three hours, then could come back an hour later. I'm only suggesting that, or we could just become a daycare and that's not the goal. The name is literal. The center would be under Dionysus rules. 5 and older and 7 and older. Kids under 5 could watch. Being nine doesn't matter, because no one over 17 will be in the center, including the employees.

"Now we would need to be blunt with the parents. The kids are going to be in a safe space where we'll answer any question. Literally any question. We'll give classes on responsible sex, on same sex attraction, and more, and we'll build wrestling rooms for them to experiment. In other words, the fun part of our schools. It would actually be fascinating to follow the kids that came to the center to see if they improved academically. We know they do in our schools.

"This is a big step though. It's going beyond suspecting or even knowing by a pretty big leap. All the employees would have to be under 18 too and would play with the guests. A lot. I'm thinking we might even have an under five room with lots of toys and privacy.

"That is it."

Wow. Silence. Just looking at me. With interest though. Oh, wait. Got it. They're all discussing it. Just without words.

"Stop it," I said, pretty firmly. "If you want to discuss it, discuss it, but let me hear."

"That's fair," said Amy. "Our apologies. We were discussing it. There is a group that loves the idea and is ready to move and there is a group that thinks it is just too far out there. Since the first group outnumbers the second, our thinking is that we try it with just one. If I recall the facilities you're opening, one of them is particularly large. I think on the south side. What do you think about starting with that one?"

"I think it is perfect," I said. "It does give us a lot more room. We can add some classrooms for the Sex Ed classes. It is also close to one of our bigger schools in what used to be the Greenwood Park Mall. Recruiting part-time employees should be easy."

"Do it," said Bob. "I wouldn't make it a huge public spectacle, but make it matter of fact. Parents that want to bring their kids have to apply in advance, their kids have to pass some of the basic testing, and they need to be coached and sign a pretty hefty release. Blake can help with that."

"Great," I said. "Maybe after Blake fucks me." Aren't I a bold little thing?

Then Blake fucked me, with Alison underneath. Bold is good. Sometimes you have to take a break from a council meeting. Everyone else just watched, which was fun. Bill and Jessica gave us pointers. Good ones.

The council talked about a lot of other things and let me stay and listen. There was a spirited discussion about expansion. Everyone wanted to, but they differed on how. Some of them wanted empty spaces like islands where our people could move in. Others thought it was time to grow in populated areas.

That would be bold. They decided to table it for now, mostly because they were curious about how my project would work. No pressure, Shelby. None at all. Then again, multiple counties in Tennessee.

We adjourned for dinner. People started flowing in from the halls leading to the other wings. I guess they'd let us have the room for the meeting, but it was dinner time, so our meeting was over. I do love their priorities. There was one hell of a buffet. You've read about them, but they don't do them justice. I found myself at a table with Nova and Nicolo, who I had read all about. Two fairly new kids were with them. Damilola and Akpan, from Nigeria. So far I'd do all four of them, but the tables were big. Then Jesse and Julia joined us. I'd met them, since they're Gabe and Ruby's parents. Oh, and Juanita's. A beautiful woman sat right next to me. A simply stunning woman. She introduced herself as Amai.

I moaned. I did. I'm not even embarrassed. She clearly took it as a compliment. We all had a nice dinner and laughed and got to know each other. I loved that Jesse, Julia, and Amai were comfortable with our group. It wasn't adults at a table full of kids at all. It was eight people that didn't know each other well getting to know each other. I loved it. As dessert was being delivered, strawberry cheesecake for me, thank you, Amy stood at the front of the room.

"I need to remind everyone that if you want to bow out of anything you can," said Amy. "No pressure to participate."

Everyone laughed. Everyone. I'm pretty sure we were all in.

"We're just going to be simple tonight. Tonight is fuck your table night. I admit I did a little steering to match up body parts, but only a few people," said Amy. "Have fun."

Nova took the lead for our table, which didn't surprise me.

"Is everyone in?" asked Nova. We all quickly agreed we were, which resulted in Nova standing up and peeling off what little clothes she had on.

We all knew a good idea when we saw it. She headed down a large hall and we all followed. I had no clue where it led, and I honestly didn't care. It opened up into a giant gym, including a big basketball court and what I think was an ice skating rink. It was certainly cold. We walked through that into another room.

A wrestling room. We weren't even first in the room. Jesse took my hand and led me to an open spot. He is a gorgeous hunk, and hard as a rock, so I happily followed him. I couldn't believe he was Juanita's dad. No way. This time I took the initiative and pushed him down on his back and climbed on. I was ready. Screw foreplay. I dropped down on his cock. I waved Nova over and she sat on Jesse's face, and we started making out. I was in heaven.

And then Amai pushed me over and whispered in my ear.

"May I fuck you in the ass?" she said. I turned around just enough. Damn, that is one fine cock. I just bit my lip and nodded. It was glorious. None of them were new to this idea. They got into a smooth motion that was incredible, including Nova bouncing to keep kissing. She went over first, followed quickly by me. I think Jesse was really going at it because Nova finally just rolled off of his face.

That's when Jesse and Amai unloaded. Seriously a lot.

No cleanup for me. Akpan took Jesse's spot, Damilola took Nova's and Nicolo took Amai's.

Yep. My second DP of the night, with sloppy seconds.

Then Julia spent a solid hour making sure I was clean. Oh so clean. I returned the favor.

Somehow after that we went ice skating. I'm from Indiana. I'm a good ice skater. So is Amai. I found out she was from Cleveland. Nicolo and Nova were from Texas. Damilola and Akpan were from Nigeria. Jesse and Julia were from Florida.

They all sucked, but at least they laughed about it. I'll bet their asses were cold though. We were wearing our skates and only our skates. Oh no, Jesse is down all the way on his back. He is also quite hard. I skated over him and lowered myself on his cock.

"Too cold, too cold," he shouted and pushed me off. I helped him up and skated him over to the edge. Then I pushed him onto a couch and climbed back on. No hard cock goes to waste with me around, got it?

I ended up staying for four days. It was a hell of a four days. My 56 cums in a row record fell on the first day. Nova counted for me. Let's just say I was into the triple digits. Fairly far.

Dionysus rules

Shelby again. I guess I should share how things went at the first club. It was tremendous. The parents couldn't stop gushing about how their kids loved to come, how they were learning so much, and more. We very carefully warned the parents that they could not play with their kids at home. They would get arrested. It went so well, though, that we opened up a wrestling room where the kids could take their parents. It even had a separate outdoor entrance. That was even more successful. So successful that we just opened up two more rooms to the parents of anyone that was in the facility. They could only come into those rooms with the invitation of their own children. The children were in charge.

That lead to a lot of parents fucking parents and some pretty big groups.

I know. I like to join in. I admit I have a favorite. Donny and his dad, Rich. Donny is 13 years old but comes to work out. I admit I've been working out with him. His dad comes to pick him up and we go into one of the rooms a lot. Remember the DP? Well, I kind of like it, although we're probably half DP and half train. Sometimes Donny was in the middle. Sometimes it was Rich. Occasionally it is me, wearing one of the double-ended dildos. Fucking is fun!

Anyway, the program was a rousing success. So successful that we rolled it out at all the community centers. We segregated a huge area for the program. I admit, some parents probably just enrolled their kids for a safe place to fuck, but honestly, what's wrong with that?

Not all of them can fuck their parents like I can, at my house, which is a consulate. My house. Yep.

Damn, now I'm horny again. Rich! Hey, Rich!

I'm really proud of Shelby

My name is Christine. I can be kind of an asshole. I know it. I'm trying. This is just so difficult. Shelby is a 17-year-old teenager. She should be going to movies and ball games and dates.

Shelby has a house on the reservoir that is at least five times the size of our house. She runs much of the Midwest now.

I work for her.

I'm doing better. I really am. I think it is the sex. It took us a bit to come into the world, but we're all in now. Shelby taught me all about DP.

My 17-year-old daughter taught me about DP. By demonstrating with Bob and Orlando. I think I came a dozen times just from watching. Orlando and Bob offered, but Shelby insisted they would be second.

Second.

Because Chip and Cody should be first. I am closer with my son now. Something about him fucking me in the ass will do that.

Shelby and I are getting along better because I've finally started treating her like the adult she is. This world is different, but this world is better. She is turning into, no has turned into an amazing young woman.

Her oral skills are amazing, too.

I have absolutely no point to the entry, other than to say I love Shelby and am proud of her. I feel the same about Chip. Shelby is really bringing him along, too.

It's fun to watch them fuck, too.

Aww

That's so sweet of Mom. Shelby, of course. Our relationship has changed, for the better. I attribute it to the first time we fucked each other with the double-ended dildo. It is kind of our thing now. One of us will walk into the room with it already inserted and that means now.

Just this morning she walked into a meeting. Naked. With the dildo. We fucked on the conference room table while everyone watched.

The meeting turned into a bit of an orgy. Just like every other meeting. You should try it. Meetings are really short and decisive when you know there is an orgy when you're done.

Read that sentence again.

Getting buff

I hate to work out. Just hate it. It was always boring, time-consuming, and seemed useless. I was tall for my age and thin and kind of a nerd.

Then I went to the community center. Oh, this is Donny. Dad had dropped me off, after a lot of cajoling from me. Cajoling. You don't get to use cajoling often. I'm not sure what was holding him back, but something was. Dad is a single dad and doesn't really date. He has a few close male friends, including a best friend Daryl, but not really any women friends.

O.M.G.

I'm taking a tangent in my own story. I'm at home and I went in search of Dad. I found him in the garage, working on restoring his pride and joy, a 1964 1/2 Ford Mustang. Yes, and a half. The first model run.

"Dad, is Daryl your boyfriend?" I asked. "Because if he is, I think that's great. I know you're bi now, given you've fucked me in the ass, so tell the truth."

Dad laughed. He has a nice laugh.

"OK, yes, sort of," said Dad. "We're pretty close and in a reasonably committed relationship, but not monogamous."

"So, in other words, Dionysus rules," I said. Dad looked thoughtful.

"I suppose that's true," he said.

"So why didn't you just tell me?" I asked. "He could have spent every night here."

"I'm not sure his wife would appreciate that," laughed Dad.

"You sure about that?" I said. "Seriously, isn't it time, in the world, to be honest about it?" Dad looked thoughtful again.

"That's a big step. Not for me, but for Daryl. He could lose everything," said Dad.

"Invite the family to the community center," I said. OK, ulterior motive time. Daryl's daughter, Liza, is a bit of a fantasy of mine. She's 15 and freaking stunning. Any plan that involves her in a wrestling room is a good plan.

"I'll talk to Daryl about it," said Dad. "It might work best if you invited Liza to kick it off."

OK, I froze at that point. Dad laughed.

"Turnabout, buddy, turnabout," laughed Dad. He had me there. The funny thing is this story is about someone else for whom I have feelings. Or at least enjoy time with. Maybe just friends, but that's cool. In this world, friends mostly implies friends with benefits, which is awesome. So let me get back to the story.

It is now or never. It is lunch time and the only overlap I have with Liza's schedule. We almost always say hi to each other and I got there early. She walked up and looked at me and tilted her head.

"Finally," she said, with a smile. I know I turned bright red, which made her laugh.

"Donny, would you go to the community center with me on Saturday?" she said. I am sure my face was frozen in shock. Liza laughed.

"Did I read you right or totally misread the situation?" she asked. Finally I gathered myself.

"I would absolutely love to," I said, with a little heat, which made her laugh.

"With or without Rex?" she asked and there I am again, bright red. She laughed again.

"Have you figured it out yet?" asked Liza. I have no idea what she is talking about. I suppose I should say that out loud.

"You don't need to say it out loud," said Liza. Wait, what? That's a myth. A story. Simply insane.

"Not a myth. Not a story. Not insane," said Liza, softly. "I can do it with Rex, too."

Say what?

"I think we're a trio," she said, softly again.

I am surprised my eyebrows are still attached to my face. Which made her laugh again.

That's when Rex walked up. Rex is Liza's brother, if you haven't figured that out yet. He's 11.

He looked at Liza, then at me, then back to Liza.

"Finally," he said. Liza laughed.

"That's what I said!" said Liza.

"Can he?" said Rex, then caught himself.

"Yes," said Liza. Wait, she didn't say it. Holy shit.

She thought it to me.

"Soulmates," said Rex and Liza, together.

I'm not as clueless as they think.

I said, "Soulmates jinx."

Which appears to make them both quite happy.

"Tomorrow, 8am, at the center," said Liza. I think Liza is in charge.

"You know it," said Liza. Then she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

I damn near came.

"Me too," said Rex.

My name is Liza

I'm Liza. My brother is Rex. Our dad is Daryl. You've figured that out. Our mom is Layne. You haven't met her yet. This entire plan fails if she doesn't agree to go with us. So I have a plan. Yeah, we know about Daryl and Dad. I suspect Mom does too and just pretends she doesn't.

That's the way uptight adults act about sex.

Mom's in the kitchen. I'm going to talk to her.

"Hey, mom," I said. "I need a favor."

"What's up?" said Mom.

"Rex, Donny, and I are going to the community center on Saturday," I said. "I'm a little nervous about it. First time and all. Donny is bringing his dad as his coach. Would you and Dad come too?"

Mom burst out laughing.

"Sure, sure, your coach," laughed Mom. "Listen, I appreciate the subterfuge. And the opportunity to use the word subterfuge, but deep down you're just trying to drag Rich and Dad's relationship out in the open, right?"

"Oh, and get fucked silly," added Mom, to my surprise.

"Not sure what you're talking about," I said. Mom laughed again.

"Discretion. I'm impressed," said Mom. "I can't believe I've let this go on so long without just addressing it. Hey, Rich, can you and Rex come in here?"

Dad and Rex wandered in. Mom waved us to the kitchen table.

"Our communication sucks," said Mom. "If there is anything that Dionysus has taught the world, it is to be honest with each other. I'm going to do that. I am hopeful you will all do that. I hope this doesn't blow up our world, but I don't think it will."

Mom paused for a second and we all waited.

"OK, here goes," she said, with a little trepidation. "I've known for a long time that you and Daryl have a relationship that goes beyond friends. Honestly, I kind of liked it. The idea turns me on. So if I'm reading that right, then you can stop hiding it. Hell, I'd love to join in with Isla."

"Isla," choked out Dad and Mom laughed.

"That's what you got out of that?" said Mom. "A chance to bang Isla?"

"Well, yes," said Dad, laughing. "More importantly, I'm imagining the four of us in a wrestling room with Donny, Liza, and Rex."

"You want them to watch?" said Mom, with a little surprise.

"No," said Dad, in a deep voice. A really deep voice. Mom looked confused.

Rex and I are not confused. We all just waited her out.

The moan might have indicated she figured it all out.

"We can do that?" asked Mom. "Oh God, we can do that."

"Yep," I said. "Repeatedly."

I think the group moan shook the house. Did I mention that Isla is Mom's best friend? Isla is a single mom.

Oh God. Isla's daughter, Lacey, is 9.

Just then there was a knock on the front door. Odd timing. I went to answer it, with everyone looking out the kitchen to see who it was.

Donny and Rich.

"Not sure why," said Donny. "But it felt like we should be here right now."

That's when the phone rang. This is like a bad B movie. Rex grabbed the phone. He was clearly just listening but seemed happy. He finally hung up the phone.

"Not a bad B movie," said Rex. "A really, really good movie."

That's when he pulled off his shirt. OK, a little weird but we all seem to appreciate it.

OK, dropping his shorts and standing there naked was a little bit of a surprise.

"Our house is a consulate until noon tomorrow," said Rex.

I have never seen a group of people strip faster.

The doorbell rang again. When I opened it, Isla was standing there with her daughter, Lacey.

Lacey is fucking gorgeous. She was also laser focused on the fact that Rex is naked. Hey, we're all naked here.

Now Lacey is naked. Holy fuck.

No, I need to say that out loud.

"You're gorgeous, Lacey," I said. "Can I go down on you please?"

They both looked a little startled. Which is a little weird, because our being naked didn't seem to surprise them at all.

Rex walked over and stood in front of Lacey.

"Consulate until noon tomorrow. May I please kiss you?" said Rex, to Lacey.

She smiled and nodded.

A lot of heat went into that kiss. Particularly given he is holding her up by her cute little ass and she has her legs wrapped around his waist.

Holy shit. We're a quad.

Lacey broke the kiss briefly.

"Damn straight we are," said Lacey.

The moan this time might have knocked the house off its foundation.

Mom mentioned she hadn't pulled an all-nighter since college.

"For the same reason," she laughed.

Mom! Oh God. Mom.

We slept the entire afternoon.

I never did find out who called.

What a success!

Our Dionysus Rules community center has been a huge success. Just a few more observations.

Yes, they're a quad.

And by that I mean Daryl, Isla, Rich, and Layne.

So are Donny, Rex, Lacey, and Liza.

Things work out well in our world. Oh, and I arranged for their houses to always be consulates. You see, Daryl's house and Rich's house are next door to each other. The adults live in Daryl's now and the kids live in Rich's.

It is working out nicely.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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