28 November 2022

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The big party

Bob here. We had such fun touring DC with the kids, even though the reasons were sad. The good news is that Dorothy is going to be fine, having suffered a condition that is almost universally fatal. Bill, what can I say? Oh, this is the continuation of the Math contest thread.

What surprises us the most was how young the competitors were. Sure our team was an outlier, but not as much as you would expect. Josie, for example, on the US team. Luke shared that the median age of the contestants is 13, meaning half are under 13. He'd made the effort to meet the youngest and said they were all amazing. He did laugh that they're all nerds, but from Luke, it is a compliment. Hell, from all of us. Nerds rule! In our case, I guess literally.

Still a little freaked out about this king thing. It was a joke! Now I'm standing in the ballroom of a huge hotel in DC that we own. Down the street from the other huge hotel we own.

Weird.

Dinner was amazing. I sat with a diverse group of kids from all over. In fact, I'm standing next to one of them right now. Astrid. From Sweden. Bergshamra, Sweden, which is 30 kilometers or so northeast of Stockholm. No, I don't know the geography of Sweden that well. Astrid told me. She's freaking adorable. She started out dinner quiet, seated just to my left. She finally broke out of her shell. With a bang. Once she realized I spoke Swedish, she was off. She finally admitted that she thinks her English is poor. Ha. About ten minutes into the conversation, I switched to English, and she followed right along, I don't even think consciously realizing it. I wonder.

"Did you even realize we had switched to English?" I asked and she laughed.

"Sure, but you're pretty cool. I felt more comfortable then," she replied. "Who the hell wouldn't notice?"

OK, good point.

You're expecting me to describe her, but this isn't that kind of journal entry. Astrid tugged on my arm, and I leaned down. Avert your eyes Bob.

Damn, that was a fun little downblouse. I caught myself quickly, but not before she caught me.

I rarely blush. This time I could feel it and she laughed.

"I don't have much going on, but enjoy," she said. "If you're writing this up in the mythical journal we've all heard about, I'm 9 years old, I'm 4'5" and I have blonde hair. I'm thin, and have just the barest of nipple bumps, which you seem to enjoy." I am pretty sure she is referencing my hardon, but I tried to ignore it. I don't think she tried to ignore it.

Down, boy. So people have heard of the journal?

Astrid snorted, laughed, and shrugged.

Interesting. The lights flashed as Bill and Jessica ran up onto the stage.

"OK," said Jessica. "We're your hosts tonight. I'm Jessica."

"And I'm Bill, Jessica's twin brother," said Bill. Then he turned and gave her one hell of a kiss. Right to the edge. I know that edge. Not from Bill personally. Yet.

What the hell.

Then all the kids cheered. No, everyone cheered. Except me. I'm clueless.

"Ride it out, Dad," thought Jessica. "You'll enjoy it. Sorry, thought we told everyone."

Ride it out. Cool. An alternative to roll with it. Jessica just laughed in my head.

"We're going to start out with a little math exercise, so listen to the rules. We all know smart kids like those of you in this room just hate to read directions and damn near every point you've lost in your life was because you didn't carefully follow the directions," said Bill.

Yes, they all laughed at that.

"So listen. Carefully. And remember, if everyone else is doing something different than you, they might be right," said Jessica.

"Everybody get in rows. Exactly 31 to a row. The rows and columns should be aligned. Think human graph paper," said Bill. We all quickly lined up and spread out a little. I have Astrid on my left and a little guy not much older on my right. I introduced myself and his name is Olav, and he is from Norway. If I wasn't in the way, they'd be next door neighbors like their countries. Olav is 12. He reminds me of a blonde Orlando at that age. A little shy, clearly fit, and whip smart.

I admit, in our world, I'm standing between two kids that would be in my bed tonight.

"After each step, we're going to tell you a movement. Left, right, up, or down. They mean just what they are. But here is the part where you really need to listen. Left and up are only for people in odd rows. Right and down are for even rows. After movement, figure it out, because you might switch from and odd to even row or vice versa. You all know what to do with each move."

"We do?" I said. Astrid and Olav laughed.

"No one told you?" said Olav. I shook my head no.

"We'll show you. You'll figure it out quickly enough," said Astrid. "I'm sure they'll walk us through it."

"OK, our first activity is to your left," said Nylah.

"Let me show you," said Olav. "Bend over." I did and Olav pulled off my shirt.

Olav pulled off my shirt. Then he latched on and sucked my nipple for a bit. I stood up and both Nylah and Colby were laughing in my head. Wait, so is Astrid. Interesting.

Olav turned me around and pointed me at Astrid. Huh?

Oh.

"It is OK, Dad," thought Jessica. "We have signed permission forms for every student."

Tonight is going to be interesting.

Astrid held up her arms and I pulled off her shirt. Damn. Just damn.

"You missed a step," she said, pointing at her left nipple. Well, she said I should. I leaned over and gave her nipple my best effort. Sorry Astrid looks like you might have damp panties.

I did get a nice smile though. The rows in front of and behind us moved.

"OK," said Jessica. "That went well." I looked up and neither Jessica nor Bill had a shirt on. Damn they're cute. I can't wait. Well, I can't.

"Right," said Colby. Both Astrid and Olav spun me towards Astrid. Uh oh. This might not be the night to be commando. Astrid whipped down my shorts and my cock bounced off the top of her head.

Then she grabbed my cock and swallowed the whole thing. It was just too startling and felt incredible.

Astrid now has a chest covered with cum. I looked around and easily a third of the room is a bit cum covered. So far I like this game. Astrid spun me and I realized that Olav hadn't had his shirt taken off, yet. His shorts were off, leaving him in underwear and a shirt.

He pointed at the underwear. Oh. Why not. I skinned down his underwear and his 4-inch (10 cm) cock popped out. I timed it right and it bounced off my head, to laughter from Olav and Astrid. Oh, you know I sucked him in, balls and all. After about three bobs, he pulled out.

Now I have a cum covered chest, and it is a lot of cum. You go, Olav. Our row shifted right.

"OK," said Bill. "Some of you are naked now, so you have the freedom to suggest things to the other person. Make it quick and accept no and try something else."

Well sure.

In front of me is a young woman, maybe early teens. That happens to be naked. And has a simply incredible cute little ass. Behind me is a young man, smiling, naked, and hard.

I'd be happy with up or down now, although Astrid and Olav. Well, you get the idea.

"Up," said Bill. I waited until the young woman in front of me removed the shirt of the young woman in front of her. Interesting that young woman chose bottomless before topless. I have no idea why. She has gorgeous puffies. Then again, she has a pretty pussy.

I am noticing the participants pussies and somehow that is OK. The young woman turned and introduced herself as Silviya, from Plovdiv, Bulgaria. She was surprised that I'd been to Polvdiv. It got me a nice smile, too. Did I mention that Silviya is 15, about 5'4", with amazing B cups that are currently cum covered?

And wearing nothing but that cum.

"Would you like me to lick that off and kiss it to you?" I asked. In Romani. It was a guess, but she is gorgeous, and I think I'm right. The fact that her eyebrows hit the ceiling implied that she understood me. Romani isn't very common in Bulgaria. You might know the people of Romani better by a more common name. Gypsies.

"My grandmother taught it to me," she said. "It's dying in our family, which is sad."

I admit I laughed.

"Just grab anyone from our world," I said, still in Romani. "They're all fluent."

For some reason that made her moan.

"Yes, I'd like that," she said, pointing to her scrumptious breasts. Yes, scrumptious. I leaned over and licked about half of it off, concentrating on her left nipple. She was vibrating a little by the time I kissed her and passed her the cum.

Which set her off. Hard. As in there is a puddle in the carpet. When she calmed down she was mortified. I pulled her in for a hug, kind of mixing the two cums on both of our chests now.

"Listen up," said Bill. "Some of you may be embarrassed that there is a puddle of something under you right now. Don't be. Those are called puddles of honor. It is natural, healthy, and a hell of a lot of fun. Don't be embarrassed. Own it. Trust me, anyone from Dionysus will happily stand in that spot. It is a puddle of honor."

I made the point for Silviya by stepping forward a little and standing right in the spot, which made her laugh. Then she spun me. The man behind me is not a student. He's a chaperone. I found out he is Shizaf, from Tel Aviv. Shizaf is also 78, which he proudly shared. Everyone around us was watching, curious what I would have this 78-year-old man from Israel do. I will say that Shizaf is only wearing his boxers and for 78 is in damn fine shape. Before I could say anything, he did.

"May I lick that off and kiss it to you?" he asked, in Yiddish.

"I would love that," I replied, in Yiddish. I realized that almost no one understood what we agreed to do. He licked a lot of it off and I leaned in for the kiss.

One hell of a kiss. He was grinding his cock against mine, with only the boxer shorts between us.

Until Silviya and Astrid pulled them off of Shizaf.

Leaving us kissing and frotting. In front of all the kids. And their chaperones. And our family. OK, that last group isn't surprised. I could feel Shizaf swell and tried to pull away, but he hugged me and just blasted cum between us. Then he broke the hug and we pulled apart.

Dripping and creating a new wet spot. That's when Astrid pushed me over and Shiviya and Olav pushed over Shizaf. Bodies were falling all over the floor.

"Nothing more than cleanup folks," said Bill, to a disappointed moan from, well, everyone. By the time cleanup was over, it was late, and Colby called the game.

The party ended and Bill explained room assignments.

Time for room assignments

Bob here. My phone just buzzed.

"That was everyone's room assignments for the night. For those that have requested it, you have been paired with a whisperer and coach. Enjoy," said Jessica.

I looked at my phone, to find the information I apparently need.

Room Number: 1389

Bed 1:

Whisperer: Denne
Coach: Greta
Whisperee: Astrid

Bed 2:

Whisperer: Leslie
Coach: Bob
Whisperee: Olav

I turned and Olav and Astrid were jumping up and down. Naked. Holding hands. Denne and Greta? I'd bounce up and down, too. OK, I have bounced up and down for Denne and Greta.

I do wonder who has our room. It isn't 1389. Our little group gathered and did the introductions. Astrid was quiet. Greta caught it.

"Are you OK, honey?" said Greta. "You don't have to do this. Denne and I are happy to do something else. Play in the arcade. Just sit and talk. There is no pressure."

"I know that," she said. "I want Denne to fuck me." Two things just happened. First, she said that last sentence with some force. Second, it coincided with a conversation lull in the room.

In other words, everyone heard her. I thought she'd melt down, but she laughed.

"So, it must be me," said Greta. "I'll find someone else." With that she turned to walk away. You could see Astrid steel herself. She reached out and took Greta's left arm and spun her back.

Which caused Greta to trip and fall, just hammering Astrid to the floor. Astrid ended up lying right in Silviya's wet spot, with Greta lying on her. Astrid took Greta's cheeks in her hand and planted one hell of a kiss on Greta. They really got into it. They really pushed their pussies against each other.

Well, Silviya doesn't need to be embarrassed by the wet spot. Almost none of it is hers.

Greta and Astrid are quite damp.

"I was just overwhelmed," said Astrid, with Greta still lying on her. "You're my hero."

"Feeling more comfortable with me now?" asked Greta. Astrid laughed and Greta smothered it with another kiss.

OK, this section of carpet is going to have to be replaced.

As we were walking out, I saw Amy and Orlando together. Walking out with Shizaf. Shizaf was in the middle, holding hands with both of them. I admit, I had to look.

Orlando is the whisperer. Amy is the coach.

You go, Shizaf.

This is where we would normally tell the story of the whisper experiences, but we decided discretion applied here. We will say that all were wonderful experiences.

The private party

Pari here. Remember then I invited the group of six chaperones to our private party? They're chaperones, so I wasn't sure they could come, and cum, but given each team has five, it was fine. It turned out that most of the other family members had made plans too, so it was just Noah, Hallie, and me, along with the six. A fine group. Come on, Noah and Hallie. Did I mention Hallie is pregnant and so damn sexy.

OK by me. Nine of us. Five cocks, four nots. Not the greatest ratio, but allowing for multiple cums...

Assuming they didn't wear themselves out at the evening event. Spoiler alert: they didn't.

But Hallie and I were bystanders, at least from cock tonight. You see, there was untapped interest in the men in the group. You know. For cock. Honestly, I could go through everyone doing everyone, but it was more educational than our traditional orgies. Noah is very educational and likes to be an involved teacher. Uh huh.

Maybe I'll come back to these folks later and tell more of the story. I was pleased that Melania got to experience the tits and a cock chant. Come on, you know Noah, Hallie, and I did it with some passion.

Particularly the yay.

It did have a plot twist. The other chaperone from Slovenia that joined us was Anej. He proposed.

Which she accepted. With fervor. Which led to Evie proposing to Finlay. They're chaperones for the English team.

Not to be left out, Gitonga proposed to Barika. They're from Kenya.

But that's not the plot twist. It really isn't. We got into a spirited discussion about our relationships. Bob, Amy, and me. Hunter, Hallie, and Leslie. How a trio works. How a quad works.

You see, the six of them knew each other from prior competitions, but didn't know each other.

Got it?

By the end of the night, they recognized that the six of them should be together. Somehow it feels appropriate that we figured out that would be a sextet.

Why yes, it would. The evening almost ended on a downer when they realized their physical separation would be a problem. So I offered for all of them to immigrate to Dionysus.

Problem solved.

Apparently offering citizenship is within my scope. Just writing that made Hallie and Noah laugh.

The bigger party

Nylah here. I'm hosting a different kind of party, with Colby and Karolina. This is the group of kids that were not ready. They hadn't been in the ballroom to play that game and there was no whispering involved here.

And we all have clothes on.

And we're cool with it. Why wouldn't we be? People move at their own pace. What we quickly realized is that a lot of the kids were asking us questions. Most were on similar topics. Relationships, being adults at a young age, traveling to another planet.

And sex. Lots of questions about sex.

I hopped up on the table and got a few gasps. I am pretty sure my skirt flared a bit when I did the jump.

I'm not a fan of panties.

"OK, listen up," I said, quieting the crowd. I admit. I looked. My pussy shot had an effect on almost everyone in the room.

Boys and girls. Remember, most of these kids are truly in high school. Teenagers. One would expect that they're at least bumbling through bad sex, although the nerd demographic doesn't scream sexy.

OK, it does to us.

"We love being your hosts tonight and are pleased that you made the decision that makes you comfortable," I said. "We have noticed a curiosity about our country and its practices. Some of those questions veered into relationships and some were even pretty graphic questions about sex. Now, that's just fine with us. We're happy to answer your questions but thought there might be an interest in an open question and answer session. However, we're not bashful or embarrassed about anything, so the questions could be pretty graphic. For example, we all know every position in the Kama Sutra and could explain how they all work. Not just from reading the book, if you get my drift."

I think they did.

"So, we're offering to split the party. If there is anyone, and I mean down to a single person, that is uncomfortable with an open Q&A session, just raise your hand or come up to us privately and tell us. We'll start in 15 minutes. If you are comfortable, just chat amongst yourselves and work on your questions, so that those that are not can find us to talk to us."

Colby, Karolina, and I spent a lonely 15 minutes walking through the group of about 45 kids.

Not one kid talked to us. One girl realized what was going on and laughed.

"No one is going to talk to you," she said. "We are all horny and curious, just scared or maybe not quite ready. Getting questions answered will help immensely."

Well, there you go.

The three of us hopped up on a small table. I didn't get a gasp this time. Why? Because Karolina's skirt is even shorter than mine and she does like panties.

Tiny little thongs. They don't last long. Someone usually tears them off. Someone usually being Colby or me.

But not always, right?

"Why doesn't everyone sit down, so we can too," said Karolina. Being kids that can take direction, they all sat. So did we, although I'm pretty sure that any kid in the front few rows was getting a pussy shot. I repositioned and smoothed my skirt down, to a series of disappointed moans.

We'll come back to that. Time for the first question. A truly stunning young woman in the front row raised her hand. OK, a lot did, but we called on her first.

"My name is Avdotya, and I am from Moscow," she said. "My question is about nudity. You girls seem pretty comfortable with the fact that you just flashed the entire audience. I'm not that comfortable with my body. No one has seen me naked since I was 4."

"What a great first question," said Colby. "You rightfully asked about the girls, because I'm pretty confident many of you got to see their pussies. It's glorious, isn't it? I jumped in with the question because in this situation you won't see me naked, not because I am uncomfortable with it, but because of the style of clothes I am wearing. In our world, I am sure you have heard stories about wild sex and the age of consent. Well, nudity isn't really an issue in our country. We find the human body to be beautiful, regardless of your body type. For that matter, regardless of your gender. We like it. A lot. I don't really know how to explain it beyond the fact that your discomfort is cultural."

OK, none of us expected Avdotya to stand up and wiggle out of her panties, but she did. Then she sat down.

Giving the three of us a pussy shot.

I'm pretty confident that our inadvertent moans would be considered supportive of her decision. At least six other girls duplicated her move and then came up and sat down in the front row.

OK by me.

A young woman about four rows back hopped up. Out of order, but I could guess why.

"You're telling me that you wouldn't be disgusted by my body," she said. "Oh, I'm Chiara. I'm from Italy."

"Honestly," said Colby. "I don't even understand the question. I find you quite enchanting. You're gorgeous."

"I'm fat!" she screamed.

"Let me take this one," said Karolina. "Yes, you carry a little more weight than others in the room. If we thought anything about it, it would be a concern for your long-term health, but you're not that heavy. Honestly, I find you sexy as hell."

A wave of comments just washed over the room. "Me too". "Hell yes". "Sexy as hell". "Passionate". It just resonated.

The boy next to her hopped up.

"Chiara, you are stunningly beautiful. I have thought so for as long as I have known you and we met when we were two. I also love you," he said. "In their world, we would already be engaged."

Well that took a turn.

She just stared at him.

"You find me attractive?" said Chiara.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the room. On the planet. In the galaxy," said the young man.

"Who are you and when did you become so smooth?" said Chiara. He turned to us.

"Forgive me," he said. "I am Pietro. I am also from Italy."

"So in our world, that would have been a proposal, right?" said Colby.

"Absolutely," said Pietro.

"Well then," continued Colby. "This might be a good time to remind you that we own the hotel, and this is legally Dionysus."

"Then let me make it more formal," said Pietro. He dropped to one knee and took Chiara's hand.

"Chiara, would you do me the honor of marrying me?" said Pietro. She just stared at him, stunned.

Finally he frowned and started to stand back up. It almost woke her from the trance, and she pulled him up and into a kiss.

A mighty fine kiss. A soulmate kiss. A things are now damp kiss. Hell, I'm dripping on the table, but I meant them.

"May I take that as yes?" said Pietro, to laughter from the room. Just then Luke and Cassie wound their way through the room, and each took the hand of one member of the couple. It did make me smile that Luke took Pietro's hand and Cassie took Chiara's. They led them out of the room. No clue how they knew, but they knew.

The smirk on Karolina's face might tell me how.

"I guess we're ready for the next question," said Karolina, to laughter from the room.

A young woman of about 16 jumped up, pulling a young man of about 16 with her, to his clear surprise. A happy surprise.

"I am Fara, and he is Nabil," she said. "We're from Daleaysia."

She turned to Nabil.

"Nabil, will you marry me?" said Fara. He smiled really big, but before he answered, he leaned over and pulled another young woman to her feet. A downsized Fara.

"Yes, joyously," said Nabil. "But I believe we are a trio with Najah."

They all three moaned, which is encouraging. That's when Rylee and Chip wound through the crowd and led them out.

Chip had not been a volunteer. Chip was not even here 20 minutes ago. It is best to roll with it.

"It is not a requirement that you get engaged tonight," said Karolina, to laughter from the room.

We called on a young boy next. One of the younger competitors. He hopped up. He is hard. It is obvious. I don't think he knows it. OK, now he knew it, because all three of us moaned. His smile tells us he did know it.

"I'm curious and horny. I suspect everyone in the room is curious and horny," he said. "Oh, I am Ralston, and I am 10. I'm from England. My problem is that I don't even know the basics. I go to a Catholic school, and they don't teach us anything. I don't even know where to put it. I have read about oral sex, and it intrigues me, but again, just no clue. How do we learn?"

OK, this is the big question. Where do we go from here? Before I could think that through, Karolina jumped up and stood on the table.

Her skirt flared again. This time, the thong isn't really covering anything. And is damp. As is her leg.

Nice.

"I am sure you are all familiar with the concept of a lab class," said Karolina. That was an interesting reaction. A quick laugh followed by a moan.

>From everyone. Including us.

Hey, we like science, and we like sex.

"Here's our offer," said Karolina. "We're willing to put on a class. Teach you the basics. How to go down on a girl. How to suck a boy's cock. Several basic positions to fuck, including the best position for a girl's first time. We need your consent that you want us to do this and won't be offended. If the majority do, we'll split up and the group that wants to can stay and the rest can leave. I'll leave with you and let Colby and Nylah teach the class."

That got a moan. Of disappointment. Yeah, they all wanted to see Karolina naked. Hey, I want to see her naked and I see her naked every day. Every. Single. Day.

Often while I am personally going down on her. And Colby is fucking me.

Or her.

Yeah, we can teach a class.

"Now, there is absolutely no pressure," said Colby. "Or any need for embarrassment. If you're not ready, we absolutely respect that. Anyone that wants to leave, just raise your hand."

No one raised their hand. Finally another young man jumped up.

"I'm Amato and I'm 13. I am from Paris," he said. I would have figured that out from the sexy as fuck French accent.

"I would love such a class and I believe I can safely speak for everyone here that they would as well," said Amato. "But you said a lab class. Your demonstration is not what I consider a lab class. A lab class would include us."

"OK," I said. "Let's walk through this. This is a Dionysus hotel, so your all having sex is fine. So this can be a lab class. But it is not a requirement in any way. For us to agree, you all have to be really open-minded, because in our society, boys with boys and girls with girls is our normal. So we're going to bring in another boy and we're going to teach you everything. Everything. This is another chance for people to leave."

"Well I'm not leaving," said Amato. "I welcome the opportunity to learn how to please a woman and a man."

How handy is that.

"Is there anyone in the room that is already 18 or more?" asked Colby. Good question, bro.

No one was. How wonderful is that.

Just then, Grayson walked in and stood next to the table. No clue how. Grayson is on Phary's team. In Dallas. He wasn't a chaperone either.

Grayson has the perfect ass cock for teaching. Ask me how I know.

I guess you don't have to ask, now do you?

Karolina hopped up again and startled us all by whipping her top off and shimmying out of her skirt. Getting in the spirit, Colby reached over and tore off the thong.

I told you.

"We're going to start with an anatomy lesson. First, let's talk nipples," said Karolina. She does have amazing nipples on her nice A cup breasts. Suckable nipples. Pinchable nipples.

Sorry, but she does. You've seen her videos. Nipples!

"We all have nipples. Boys and girls. They're only useful for their intended purpose on girls. That's why we grow breasts. To feed our babies," said Karolina. "So they're not really sexual organs and for most of you, topless isn't unusual in your country. Now here in the US, they seem to be sensationalized. I have no idea why. I like my breasts. Do you like my breasts?"

All four of us were smart enough to cover our ears. Grayson yelled jinx but was beaten to the punch by Amato.

Oh boy. Amato looks stricken. Grayson walked over and whispered something to Amato, who grinned and nodded.

So Grayson kissed him. Lesson 1 was interrupted by a lesson on how to properly kiss. A damn fine lesson. Grayson broke the kiss just in time. For them both.

That's when the line formed. They're polite kids, for sure. Amato got a kiss from all of them, with Grayson coaching them all. It took a bit but was worth it. A good kiss is foundational.

Oh, Colby, Karolina, and I got in line. You know we did. Karolina was last and escalated a little. She took his right hand and put it on her breast. Her naked breast.

Oops. Ah well. It happens. He did appear to enjoy her breast.

Can you blame him? I dream of those breasts. Both having them and sucking them.

Ah, a lesson to be taught. Not everyone did everything but most everyone did some things, and some did everything.

What a fun sentence to write.

I'm glad we were able to help. I also have seven loads in me to be cleaned out.

Teaching is fun.

Chiara and Pietro

We are starting at the beginning. Oh, Cassie here. Literally the basics. What is a penis. What is a vagina. Where are the erogenous zones. What does erogenous mean.

Yeah, the basics.

First we had to overcome Chiara's bashfulness.

"No one has seen me naked since I was 5," said Chiara. That's when Pietro blushed. Chiara caught it.

"What!" she said. He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh.

"Well, this may totally fuck me, and not in a good way, but I have to be honest," said Pietro. "We live next door to each other. Your bedroom window faces the side of our house."

"Sure, but there are no windows on that side of the house," said Chiara. "Except the attic."

Pietro just let that hang there. Waited her out. Her reaction surprised him.

She moaned.

"Oh my God," she said. "You liked looking at me. Me!"

"Very much," said Pietro. "Sometimes I was afraid I'd wear out my cock."

It took Chiara a moment to catch on. Not me. Not Luke.

Can't say I blame him. Chiara is gorgeous. She really is.

Chiara moaned again.

"Would you masturbate for me?" she said. That startled Pietro a bit.

"Sure," he said, in a deep voice.

"OK," said Luke. "A fine start. A man should get his first one out of the way. Normally that's a blowjob or hand job or just a fuck that doesn't last as long, but mutual masturbation is great fun. We do it all the time."

"You do?" said Pietro and Chiara.

Together. Oh, we waited them out. You know we did. That's when Pietro shouted it.

With glee.

And went for the kiss.

"Stop," said Cassie.

They jumped back from each other.

"Pietro has already used his first one," said Cassie.

"When? How would you know that?" said Chiara.

"It was during our first kiss," said Peitro, a little embarrassed. No need to be. I should say that out loud.

"No need to be embarrassed," I said. "There is no higher compliment than cumming from your soulmates kiss."

That's when I went for the kiss from Luke. Normally he would pull away just in time, long after I vibrated through an orgasm, but this time he didn't.

Did I mention the two of us had already stripped? He came buckets, all over me.

So our lessons started with cleanup. With both Chiara and Pietro joining right in.

The rest of the evening is a blur. Yes, they both lost their virginity to each other. Then they explored love is love and sex is sex.

In case that wasn't obvious, Pietro fucked me, and Luke fucked Chiara.

Then the boys fucked each other.

Then Chiara and I did. Come on. You know we have toys.

Then we taught them seven different uses for spatulas.

They learned a lot in one day.

Do I need to repeat that? Seven different uses.

Fara, Nabil, and Najah

Rylee here. I could tell you a long story about how Chip and I introduced the three of them to sex and taught them so many things.

But it would be fiction. Fara and Najah damn near attacked Nabil and clearly not for the first time. I learned three new things. Three!

Me. Rylee. Three new things.

I will introduce them at the next family orgy. Aren't those two words wonderful together? Family orgy.

Chip and I left them in the room. We found another place to sleep.

With Bob, Amy, and Pari.

Yay!

The competition

Finally it is time for the competition. Heather here. H2. We told our kids to not show off, but to carefully answer all the questions and check their work. The last step was entirely worthless, since their answers will be right. Every single one of them. About 25 minutes into the competition, they all got up and turned in their score sheets. Right behind them was Josie and a boy from the Iranian team.

I don't think I mentioned that coaches are allowed to observe this year. It is a long and worthless story, other than Amy convinced Dot that the secrecy wasn't necessary. Did you catch that? Dorothy's still in the hospital. Dot took over everything. She didn't ask if she could, and no one told her to do it. She just recognized that she was in the best position to do so and was the most knowledgeable. What I simply love is that not one person questioned her about it. Admittedly she's an actual adult by their standards, barely, but it was still impressive and clearly shows the world is changing a bit.

I followed them out, since my entire team was done. They had all met Josie already and clearly knew the boy, too. I was introduced to Farzan. He's the second youngest player in the competition. He is three days older than Josie.

They instantly bonded.

I admit, I was surprised Josie's parents were not right outside.

"Where are your parents?" I asked, and Josie laughed.

"They are touring DC. They had a long talk with Bob and Amy, and it might not be much, but this is a freaking huge step to me," said Josie.

Bob and Amy to the rescue. It is kind of what they do. I saw Pari and waved her over and introduced her to Farzan. I could see the light in her eyes.

I suspect we'll come back to Josie and Farzan. Ultimately, I suspect we'll cum back to them.

The awards

Pari here. Dot asked me to be the presenter. I pushed back a bit, reminding her that Bob and Amy are here.

"Yes, they are, but you're more important to these kids," said Dot. "You're the minister of education for the country of Dionysus. These kids all dreamed of meeting you. Bob and Amy are aspirational to them. You're real."

That feels weird, but sure.

"We're going to start with the highest individual score awards," I said. I went through third place, and second place. Second place was Farzan.

First place is Josie. That absolutely cannot surprise you. She ran up on stage and hugged me, which I liked. I think she startled herself when she gave me a big, wet kiss.

Oh hell, I liked it.

I'm pretty sure the girl in third and Farzan both regretted not going for the kiss.

I'll kiss them both later.

Cutting to the important things, the US team won the event, riding Josie's score. Like a test, it is scored on a 0-100 scale. The US team averaged 97.3%, just squeaking out the Iranian team at 97.1%. If Farzan and Josie had flipped, so would their teams. What impressed me is that no one congratulated the US team more than the Iranian team.

"One last thing," I said, when things settled down. "We promised to share the scores of the Dionysus team." I waved them up on to the stage.

"You may not have noticed, but everyone on the Dionysus team turned in their test after less than twenty minutes," I said. That got a gasp out of the room.

"They all scored 100%," I added. The buzz was pretty strong. Finally someone near the front stood up and raised their hand.

We like polite people, so I pointed at her.

"My name is Fara, and I am from Daleaysia," she said. "I recently became engaged to my soulmate Nabil and my younger sister, Najah, who is 14. We do not have the educational advantages that the kids in Dionysus do. Would you consider taking over our school systems? Also, help us figure out how to marry?"

I admit I laughed a bit.

"OK, that's a bit of a two-part question," I said. "In the first, we're open to discussion with any of you about acquiring your school systems, at the local or the country level. Please reach out to me via email and we can meet." I shared my email address, which is pretty simple given it is pari@dionysus.gov.

There was a bit of a buzz.

"However, please remember that one foundation of our society is that if you suggest something, you have to run it," I added.

"So you would expect me to run the Daleaysian school system," said Fara.

"Yes," I said.

"I'm 16," she said.

"I'm 12," I said. "What's your point?"

It made Fara laugh.

"I will reach out immediately," she said. She sat down and the awards were over. I did laugh to myself though. When she sat down, her skirt flared.

No panties.

Yay!

A lot of kids reached out.

Bob, Amy, and I attended their wedding.

11 days in Dallas

Eleven days. I have to finish high school in eleven days. I am currently in the fourth grade.

Eleven. My name is Josie. I am 9.

I'm in Dallas with Jaden and Jaimie. They're going through the schoolwork, too. Pari suggested we meet in the kitchen and when we walked in the kitchen table is simply covered with books. Stacks and stacks of books.

"OK," said Pari. "There are three complete sets of books. Jaden has a few less, since he is two years older, but they're pretty big stacks. We have about four hours until dinner. In that time, you're going to read all those books."

"What!" shouted, well, all of us.

"Jinx!" yelled Jaimie.

OK, we lost about a half hour.

"I'll move dinner a little later," said Pari, with a laugh.

Then she showed us how to speed read the books. First she showed us how to turn the pages with telekinesis.

We can do shit with telekinesis. Who knew!

We ended up finishing an hour before dinner. Oh no, what to do. What to do.

We found things to do. Lots of things to do. We met Cassiopeia and Phary. We learned things.

Did you know Pari's house has an entire closet full of spatulas?

It was fun. It was athletic. It was amazing.

The next morning we took the tests, and all received our high school diplomas.

"But what are we going to do with the remaining ten days?" asked Jaimie.

We all kind of just stared at him.

"Oh," he said.

We played golf, which was hilarious. We toured the sights. We went out on the lake, and I learned to wakeboard.

And we fucked. A lot.

You're not understanding that. A lot. People came to visit. We met local people. There were naked people everywhere.

A lot.

A weekend in Tehran

Pari here. I'm on my way to pick up Josie and Jaden and their parents, Robb and Barbara. Jaimie is coming, too. I had a lot of conversations with them, but the funny thing is that telling them they knew someone we would visit pushed them over. They met Farzan in New York City and loved him. They liked that Josie made a friend their own age. I waited until they cemented their thinking that Farzan was a great kid before I told them he was Iranian.

The fact that we were going to visit Farzan, and his family is what completely changed things. They were having a struggle reconciling how much they like Farzan with the fact that he is Iranian. The fact that his parents were not even born when the embassy was taken over confused them even more.

It can't surprise you that there is a Four Seasons Tehran. I got a suite for Josie, Jaden, Jaimie, and me. Farzan and his sister Jazmin were spending the weekend with us.

Yum.

Jazmin is 11. In other words, reversed with Josie and Jaden. Handy, huh?

I am about to land in Oklahoma City. This is going to be a bit cliche, if spending a billion dollars can be cliche. I think it is. For us. You see, Robb is a high school athletic director and from what I found out a damn good one. It's funny, because they are super religious, but he absolutely does not bring that to school with him. I'm starting to suspect the problem isn't that they're offended.

It is that they're interested. Or at least curious. Robb handles it better than Barbara, probably because he has to manage the temptation at school. Barbara's facial expressions are all over the place. Particularly when she is sneaking a peek at my puffies.

I am never going to call her on it. It is a process. Either she will or she won't, and it is her choice and only her choice.

Back to cliche. I'm not giving Robb the team. Yet. I do need to find a local owner, but he has not impressed me as the give a billion dollar gift to him guy. Now, Josie I would. Worst case, I'll buy the Oklahoma City School district and make her the superintendent and give her the team.

Or maybe best case. Josie would handle it. We'll keep that close to the vest for now. We are going to the game, against the Magic. We're going to be in the owner's suite, but kind of pretend it is because Bob owns the Magic.

Bob and Amy are coming to the game. Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie are, too. So are Morgan and Sophia.

And Luca, Tegan, Luke, and Cassie.

The trio, with twins. The lesbian couple. The couple where the bride is 10.

The couple that are 9 and 13 and they know they have a child. The funny thing? Some of them they've met, at least briefly.

Are they going to get there? Maybe. Could be wishful thinking on my part. Religious or not, they're smoking.

Gosh, landing in an E-82 seems to have gotten people out of their houses. Imagine that. I know we should all be bored with it by now, but we're not. It is exciting and we know we're blessed to be in the positions we are. Hell, I am 12 and have multiple space planes. I'm also engaged to Amy and Bob. We'll get married soon.

I came down the stairs and people stared. Now you're probably imagining me in booty shorts and a see-thru shirt. Enjoy that, but you're wrong. Khaki shorts, burgundy polo. A Thunder polo.

Bob's not going to like it. Oh no, maybe he'll tear it off later. The horrors. Sorry, I'm horny and it is going to be awhile before I get any. It's been almost two hours! I'm a horny little thing.

There was this one time in a helicopter...

I expected this because we always expect it, so I allowed plenty of time for people to see inside the plane.

Finally a young boy broke out of his daze and walked up.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Dale." He stuck out his hand and it was a nice firm handshake. He can do that. I'm not a Queen. Yet. Will I be? How does that work?

I don't think I can ring up Queen Elizabeth and ask how it works when the King marries a second wife. Or maybe I could. She seems pretty cool.

That was a weird tangent. She does seem cool, though.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Dale," I said. I meant it, too. Every community has people like Dale. They also have shy people and I love them, too. Kids are our future. I say that like I am an adult, which I am, but it is confusing, even for me.

"Just to put it out there, are you going to buy our school district?" he asked.

"What do you think I should do?" I asked. God, I love setting people up like this.

"Well, if I was in charge, I'd do it. There are a lot of bored, bright kids here, just like everywhere in the world. I love what you've accomplished and others like you, but we could all do it too if given the opportunities you have," he said.

"I agree. Completely. Do you have a price in mind? What would you do on your first hundred days? Which schools need to be replaced in what order?" I asked, trying to shake him up a bit.

I didn't. At all. He rattled off a price that was dead on with our estimates. I'd run the numbers. His first hundred days was almost completely focused on getting the kids moving and making sure everyone in the community was comfortable. He didn't have notes. He had a pitch, and it was a good one. A very good one. He knew every school in the district and rattled off the top ten schools that would be replaced. The kid is good.

"Who would be your number two? Your XO," I said. He turned back to the crowd and waved, and the most adorable girl ran up. They stood their holding hands. It was so fucking sweet.

"Tell her your idea," he said, smiling. She laughed.

"I think you should be bold and put a smart kid in charge rather than an adult. You can do it. So can a lot of the kids here. Make a point," she said. "Oh, and I'm Madelyn. I'm Dale's next door neighbor and have been since the night we came from the hospital. We were born on the same day."

"So you're soulmates," I said. They both looked shocked.

"Why did that shock you?" I asked. They both looked a little confused, but Madelyn jumped in.

"Because we're 9," she said.

"So the two of you are ready to run an entire school district, but not be in love?" I asked. That threw them a bit, although I wasn't sure which part.

"If we were running the school district, would we be dual citizens?" asked Dale. I nodded.

Madelyn turned to Dale. This might have been the best jinx ever. Jinx hall of fame material.

"Will you marry me?" they both said.

"Jinx!" they both said, again. They turned to me.

"What do we do when the jinx is a jinx?" asked Madelyn. I just raised my eyebrows.

They both moaned. Hell, I don't know. I've never seen it happen before, but my eyebrows appeared to answer the question for them. If it was me, I'd say you fucked. Repeatedly.

I'm guessing they agree with me.

"Listen, I've got to run," I said. "Your suggestion is approved. Let me know when the deal is done, and I'll send someone to help you get started."

I expected them to balk and freak a little.

"OK," they both said. Which is why Josie, and her family came outside to find all three of us laughing. I do love these kids.

Damn. I have got to come back. I am having them. Together. If there is an interest, of course.

We might have gotten a little cocky

This is Madelyn, Dale's fiancé. That just rolls off the tongue so nicely. We might have gotten ahead of ourselves though. We're 9. We're in the third grade. When we got home from our conversation with Pari, there was a large envelope waiting at Dale's house, addressed to us both. In it were new phones, a letter authorizing us to negotiate for Dionysus, and another letter with the formal offer, signed by Pari.

The walk from meeting with Pari was under 45 seconds. Then I looked and there was a dated courier tag. This had been dropped off with the courier yesterday.

Before we met Pari. I looked at Dale and he shrugged.

"Roll with it," we both said. We matched our jinx too, which is to be expected, given roll with it is our motto. So we did what you always do on a double-jinx.

We went inside and fucked. Repeatedly. Our parents likely know we do, but we try to be at least a little discrete. I know Dale's mom knows, because she walked in on us one day, before we turned 9. She walked over to the bed and pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. She fingered herself to multiple orgasms while watching us. She didn't say a word. She went off. I went off. Dale went off. She pulled out her fingers and dropped her skirt and headed back out of the room. The last thing we saw was her sucking on her fingers.

I like Dale's mom. Then again, now that we're 9... Gonna do that. Gonna do her.

There was also a note that we had an appointment with the Superintendent tomorrow at 10, and that a JetsonCar would pick us up from school. The appointment had been made two weeks ago.

These folks are different, aren't they?

Normally we're a little more discrete, but today we walked out of Dale's bedroom holding hands and went into the kitchen.

"Madelyn's joining us for dinner and then spending the night with me. We'll likely alternate houses for a bit," said Dale, to his mom.

"OK," said his mom. She freaking just said OK.

The parent who knows we're fucking said OK.

She laughed.

"We understand soulmates," she said. "Anything exciting at school tomorrow?"

"We're buying the school district and going to run it for Dionysus," I said.

"Cool," said his mom. "Then you won't have to hide all the fucking. I can't wait until we can. I hope you share the excitement."

OK, we stared at her for at least a minute.

"Come on," she said. "I masturbated in front of you. That might have been a sign."

"I have to say, the story was hot," said her dad, who just walked in. Dale's dad is visibly hard.

Wait, wait. I ran out of the room and came back.

"Now I understand the last piece of paper," I said. "Our two houses are consulates now. Let's fuck."

So we did. Right there on the kitchen floor. Dale's dad is pretty well-endowed, but we made it fit. I guess I should share that his parents are Elisabeth, with an s, and Warran. They're smoking. My parents are Quenton and Paislie. Yeah, really.

Yes, Warran fucked Dale in the ass, and we all loved it. Especially Dale. Then Dale fucked Warran in the ass. An equally happy result.

"What's going on?" said my dad, who just walked in. They're all friends.

"I think it is pretty obvious," said my mom, who was undressing.

Who. was. undressing.

Dad has to fuck me, too. Has. To. Me, Mom, Elisabeth, Dale, Warran. It was pretty damn clear that the four of them had been fucking for a while. Hell, Warran found another one and fucked Dad.

They knew each other's bodies too well for this to be a first time. Finally we all fell back on the bed.

Yes, we'd gone to the bedroom.

"That was glorious, but we can never do it again," said Mom. "The risk is too great."

"About that," said Elisabeth. She then explained.

Yep. Six people moaning. Three of them hard again.

They all watched Dale fuck me. Twice.

Soulmates, right?

Is Oklahoma ready for Madelyn and Dale

Well, this entry will go fast, but took an unexpected twist. This is Dale, with Madelyn. You've read this storyline before, so I won't bore you too much. We met with the Superintendent, and it couldn't have gone better. He's almost at retirement age, and the retirement package we offer is overly generous. Oh, he doesn't know that yet. We can't be accused of buying the Superintendent, too.

The next step is a public referendum. We're funding the voting process and have implemented our online voting tool for the community. It has rolled out to so many places in the world. Safe, simple, online. Our only requirement, which is why the uptake is low in the US, is that to use our app, you have to lower the voting age to 7 for whatever you're voting on. To our surprise, the city called a special election and agreed to use the app. As the mayor put it, who is more affected by the decision than a 7-year-old? Then she moaned.

We privately reminded her of the age rules. She shared that she has two kids.

9 and 10.

Well then. I expect she'll be a frequent volunteer at her children's school. We held a lot of town halls and were concerned when not that many people showed up. It turned out we were misreading the situation. The referendum passed.

Unanimously. In a town the size of Oklahoma City. Everyone that voted. Heck, the Archbishop of the local Catholic Diocese publicly supported the vote. So did other religious leaders.

The world is changing.

Getting settled at Georgetown

Apparently we will not be living on campus or at home. My name is Dot. I'm starting Georgetown tomorrow, with my sister, Nessa, and brother, Jonn. Bill insisted that he would help us find a place to live. He also said this was a pretty common story, but I was welcome to share it.

And share it I will.

You see, it is insane. He wanted to make sure we were in walking distance. Nothing in walking distance is remotely affordable and I told him that.

Which made him laugh.

Which is why we live in a 9,000 square foot Midcentury Modern home, with five bedrooms, a short walk from the campus. As Bob put it, The Falls was just too far. He also explained how to put the extra bedrooms, all four of them, in the app.

Then he signed up a room for Pari, Amy, and himself.

Liking our new house already.

Did I mention he paid over $10,000,000 for it? Ten million. For us.

It felt like a situation where we should thank him. Repeatedly.

So we did.

Now, before you read something bad into that, it wasn't a quid pro quo. Anyone in Washington understands quid pro quo these days. Bob was generous with us. We all like to fuck.

Totally unrelated. And spectacular. We learned so much. Bob is a patient teacher. For example, he taught us about double-ended dildos by letting us practice on him. How altruistic of him. It's not like he enjoyed it.

OK, laughing now.

We tried damn near every combination that six people could do. Then Mom joined us.

Yes she did.

Bob's coming back with just Pari today. He said there was something he wanted to discuss. Sure, Bob. Discuss me.

Well, you know that will happen. Oh, here they are.

Damn. Yes, that was a positive statement. They're both in workout clothes. Bob's in gym shorts. Old school gym shorts. Short and tight. That's all Bob is wearing.

Pari is in similar shorts, but hers are thinner and tighter. Which is impressive, given Bob's are so tight I know he's hanging left.

Pari is wearing a sports bra, so to speak. Maybe sports pasties.

Oh, there were strings, just not a lot of material.

She wasn't three feet in the door before the top came off.

I'm pretty sure our moans rocked the Washington Monument.

"Why do you still have clothes on?" asked Pari, as she skinned out of her shorts. So we didn't. Any of us. Of course Jonn and Nessa are with me.

My God, Bob is sexy. Although Jonn...

Sexier. I know, sounds ridiculous, but he's my soulmate.

"Me too," said Nessa, with a smile. I turned and looked at her.

And had a massive orgasm.

Yes, Nessa, you too.

"We can talk while we fuck," said Pari, who pushed Jonn back onto the carpet and climbed right on. Somehow I am getting just pounded by Bob while Nessa pounds Bob.

What a win.

Pari could barely speak. It came out as a series of gasps. Jonn has skills. Jonn has refined his skills. We spent the entire weekend in bed. Doordash knows to deliver directly to the bedroom. We tip well. For the last guy, we were his last delivery.

He stayed for several hours.

Wore him out.

"The...President...of George...ohhhhhhhh...town...retired," gasped Pari. Then she went over. Hard. She vibrated that cum right out of Jonn. Now she is trying to speak while Jonn licks it all back out.

That is not helping.

"Dot...you're...the...ohhhhhhh," moaned Pari. Yes, moaned.

"She's the new President," said Nessa. "Pretty obvious where you were going."

"Yes," said Pari, in about fifteen syllables while she just vibrated.

Our meetings are fun.

"OK," I said, just as I went off. Hard.

We finally talked about it.

Three hours later.

I know, I should be overwhelmed. I'm not. I don't know why. It feels right.

Everything felt right.

A trip to OKC

Pari here. I'm on my way back to Oklahoma City for a signing ceremony to formally take over the University of Oklahoma system. Madelyn bought it. She sent me a frantic text one day.

I bought the University of Oklahoma system. I'm sorry. I should have asked.

I replied with a simple OK, which was all it really needed. Good for her. It didn't seem to satisfy her.

OK that I did? OK about my apology? Not clear here.

So I called her. Gasp!

"Madelyn," I said. "OK was OK. You bought it. That's cool. You don't need to ask. You know you run it, right?"

"Yeah," she said. "Dale will keep the OKC schools and I'll do the universities."

"Seems limiting," I said. "You could do so much more if you could bring them together."

"There are college campuses everywhere, but schools only in OKC," she said. She looked at me, expecting something. A video call, of course. I was curious where her head would take it, so I shut up. Mum. I could see it rolling around in her head. Just rollin'.

"I could buy the school systems around the campuses," she said. Then she got thoughtful again.

"But that would just create elitist little islands in Oklahoma," she said. "That's worse than what we had. But the only solution is to buy the schools state-wide."

She thought about it a little more.

"Like Mississippi," she said, under her breath.

"Don't you have anything to add?" she said to me. I just smiled and took her to a smooth, light orgasm, but made it last. Finally I brought her down. She laughed. Yes I can do it half-way around the world. It's not the actual smile. It's the intensity of the emotion.

"Always a welcome addition to a conversation," she laughed. "But you're really not going to answer me, are you? It is my decision."

The proper response to that is a smile, right? I gave her a few minutes to recover.

"OK, then," she said. "Nice talking to you. Come visit. Please."

She announced it the next day. I joined her.

Wouldn't you?

One thing just came together, and I thought I'd do that, too. You see, Madelyn is a huge Thunder fan. Dale likes it. Madelyn loves it. They can handle that too, right? After all, Morgon does, and she has a lot more responsibility.

Madelyn and Dale report to her. Yes, they're peers, but Madelyn is the CEO and Dale is the COO and he insisted.

So let's jump in for the game. Yes, you've read this before and I have so much fun I'm doing it again.

"Tonight we're going to the Thunder game," I said to them both.

"There's no way," said Madelyn. "They play the Pacers tonight. Hottest ticket in town."

"I found us some tickets," I said. "I have a friend joining us, too. We'll meet him at the game."

"Well I'm in. I'm a huge fan," said Madelyn. "I love the Thunder. Dale likes the Thunder." Dale's just nodding. I suspect if Madelyn declared that Dale loves to have his balls warmed with a blow torch, he'd just nod.

Ouch.

"We're cutting it close, so let's go," I said.

"Don't you think we should get dressed?" asked Dale, just all subtle and shit.

OK, we're naked. We just got out of the shower. It was a 90-minute shower.

Kind of how we roll. Or drip.

Yes, their house is off the grid. Yes, Dale's mom is home. No she didn't join us.

This time.

Dale's mom is fun. A lot of fun. All the parents are fun. We like fun. Now I sound like a kindergarten reader full of sex.

Sounds about right.

We actually took a JetsonCar, because parking in the owner's spot would have ruined the surprise. We went up to the turnstile and I gave the person all three tickets. He raised his hand, and another person immediately came over. He handed our tickets to the young woman.

"Right this way," she said.

"We get a personal escort?" said Madelyn. I just shrugged. Kind of a lie in that shrug, but the best I could do. She was going to figure it out soon. We walked to the nearest entrance and down the stairs.

And down.

All the way to the floor. The young woman led us right out onto the court and over to the Thunder bench.

"There you go," she said, handing me the tickets. "Enjoy!"

There were three seats at the end of the bench open. The fourth was occupied.

By Bob. Bob jumped up and gave me a hug and a kiss.

Kiss cam for the win.

"You must be Madelyn and Dale," said Bob. He held out his hand and shook with each of them. I think they're both mute at this point. He casually had his other arm around me.

Which I love.

"Sit, sit," said Bob, waving at the seats. They actually sat back gingerly, like they didn't belong.

That's when the coach came over and introduced himself. To Madelyn and Dale.

It broke Madelyn out of her shell a bit.

"Entirely not my place," said Madelyn. "But I've been a huge Thunder fan for years. Just to whisper in your ear, I think you'd do better with more small ball. You're limited in quality shooters and that could make up for it. You'd more than make up for the loss in rebounding."

They went on for about ten minutes, discussing options.

"You'd move him to the bench? From starting?" said the coach.

Madelyn nodded. Well played, Madelyn.

Then the coach waved over their starting Power Forward and nodded back to Madelyn. She laughed.

And dove right in.

"We're going to do an experiment tonight," said Madelyn. "We're going to switch up the rotation and have you come off the bench. The bench lacks a leader and the drop-off from starting five to the bench is too big. The big leads evaporate, night over night. You're the third, or even fourth, scoring option with the starters. You don't get enough touches and we're wasting your talent. Off the bench you're the number one option and your usage rate will skyrocket. Sixth man of the year skyrocket."

He looked at the coach, who just nodded. He was thoughtful for a bit.

"Listen," he said. "This is an ego hit, but I hear what you're saying. I'm all about the team and winning, so let's do it. I'd like to keep talking about it though, if it doesn't work."

"That's fair," said Madelyn. "You're going to go for 25 and 12 tonight."

He laughed.

"If I do," he said. "I'll come off the bench for the rest of my career."

The coach walked off to the scorer's table, I'm sure to change the lineup.

"That was a rush," said Madelyn. "I can't believe he even listened to me."

Bob looked at me and raised his eyebrows. OK, I laughed and shook my head no.

Which made him laugh. Which for some reason made Dale snort.

Oh, we all looked at him.

"Seriously?" said Dale. "It was the snort, wasn't it?"

Bob and I both nodded.

"OK," said Dale. "I'm guessing a bit here, but the Thunder were recently acquired by the kingdom. In every case I have seen, they've given the team to a local owner. Morgon in Indianapolis, for example. I suspect the NBA doesn't want two teams under one owner, right?"

Oh, we weren't even nodding, which made Dale laugh.

"On my own here," said Dale, laughing. "If you look at the Mavs, they're the perfect example. Cassiopeia owns them."

"She does?" said Madelyn. "Isn't she like 14?"

"Pretty sure Morgon is 9," said Dale.

"That's cool and all, but why did you snort?" said Madelyn.

OMG. He's waiting her out. Well freaking played, Dale.

"Wait, what?" said Madelyn. "You don't mean. No way. You can't."

We're all just a grinnin'.

"What makes you think I could do this?" said Madelyn.

None of us said a word. Dale is the master.

"Well, I do run the school systems for the entire state. That's a bigger job than this. And the universities. I could do this. I can do this," said Madelyn. "Oh God, you're all probably laughing that I assumed you meant me."

That's when Dale went in for the kiss. Kiss cam again.

It put Bob and my kiss to shame. I think it was when Madelyn vibrated through the last half of the kiss.

Understandably so. That was one hell of a kiss.

The game was amazing. The Thunder are in rebuild mode. They beat the Pacers by six.

Remember the player that moved to the bench.

No, he didn't do 25 and 12.

35 and 17. With 3 blocks and 2 steals.

When the game finished, he actually ran over to us and picked Madelyn up off the ground and gave her a big hug. He finally set her down.

"Oh God, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," he said.

"It was great," said Madelyn.

About eleven octaves lower. Then she smiled.

"Have you all had the Can but don't have to speech?" said Madelyn. He laughed.

"Oh yeah," he said. "Although it hasn't affected my life yet."

"I'm 9. So is Dale," said Madelyn.

OK there is some serious moaning going on.

We'll leave them to their next step but let me share some more stats with you.

6'9"", 230, muscular, Black. I cannot comment on his endowment.

Yet.

"Come on," said the coach. "Come into the locker room with us. We'll introduce you as the new owner."

"So he knew," said Madelyn. "No wonder he agreed."

"No," I said. "I told him at halftime. He just loved your idea and commented on how disappointed he was in himself that he hadn't already gotten there. He's thrilled to be working with you. As he put it, he needs someone more willing to challenge him."

"Damn straight," said Madelyn, who took off towards the locker room. Yes, we all followed, but she was moving.

We finally got into the locker room.

"Everyone," said the coach. "I'd like to introduce our new team owner. As you know, the team was acquired by the country of Dionysus. They brought in Madelyn to own and run the team. I had the pleasure of meeting with her before the game and it was her suggestion to move Jaidyn to the bench."

With that, Jaidyn walked over with a ball in his hand.

"We wanted you to have the game ball," said Jaidyn.

About 7 inches. Soft.

Jaidyn is naked at the moment.

I do not know how Madelyn kept herself from dropping down and deep throating him right there.

I know I was tempted. I guarantee Bob was tempted.

"Speech," started the chant.

Madelyn climbed up onto a table. Sorry, no skirt flare.

"My name is Madelyn," she said. One of the other players raised his hand.

"Pretty sure we all know exactly who you are," he said. "Almost all of us have kids in the school system and even if we didn't, you're pretty well known. So is Dale."

Madelyn laughed.

"OK then," she said. "I will be at every game I can, home and away, and that's going to be pretty much all of them. I might not fly out on the team plane, but I can meet you there."

"How would you meet us there?" asked their most talented rookie. Pretty much the room laughed.

Jaidyn turned to Madelyn.

"S-88?" he said, and she nodded.

"She'll fly herself out in her S-88 space plane," said Jaidyn.

"Well sure," said the rookie, which broke up the place. Do you know what was cool?

We hung around until everyone left. Not once, in any conversation, was Madelyn's age mentioned.

It just didn't matter. In Oklahoma.

Things are changing.

Oh, and all three gave us permission to share this.

Dale, Madelyn, and Jaidyn left together.

I am so jealous.

Then again, my consolation prize is a night of Bob's undivided attention.

I'm good.

The three of them

Madelyn here. Jaidyn is nervous. He's a little unsure whether he should even be with us. I think it helped that our parents encouraged him.

I believe my dad's quote was something about sex with the two of us being transcendent.

Aw, thanks, Dad.

We're walking out to be with Jaidyn.

"Where can we even go?" asked Jaidyn. "I understand the Dionysus rules but would prefer not to go to jail."

"We're worth it," said Dale, so sincerely.

Jaidyn just stopped and stared.

That's when we both laughed.

"We're walking over to the Omni," said Dale. "We have a suite. If it says A Peaches Property, that's a Dionysus property."

"They all say that," said Jaidyn.

"Almost," I said.

Well, they do.

We walked into the front door and Jaidyn was clearly uncomfortable.

"Go have a seat by the fireplace," I said. "When you see us heading to the elevator, join us."

He just nodded and veered over and sat down.

Dale and I went up to the desk.

"Hi," I said. "We'd like to check in." I tapped my right earring and the young woman smiled.

And let out a small moan.

"If there is anything I can do to be of assistance, please let me know," she said. "My shift ends in 20 minutes. I know all about can but don't have to and very much can. Are you both at least 9?"

"Why, yes we are," said Dale.

"Not to be indiscrete, but I noticed Jaidyn walked in with you," she said. "I am so hopeful he is with you."

We both laughed.

"Well said," I said. "Both discrete and to the point."

"I'm Nanda, by the way," she said.

"Oh, we already knew that" said Dale. She looked a little startled and I laughed.

"You're wearing a nametag," I said. She laughed this time.

"Oh yeah," she said.

"Why don't you make us three keys and keep one," said Dale. "Join us after your shift."

She has a pretty impressive smile. I guess I should describe her. Petite, but with gorgeous C cups. Slim, but clearly athletic. Long straight almost black hair. Hispanic.

Sexy AF.

We got our keys and walked towards the elevator and Jaidyn walked up just as the doors opened. We all got in. He waited to talk until the doors closed.

"That was better," he said. "Too bad you didn't invite the desk clerk. She's adorable."

I didn't have to even look at Dale. We'll make it a surprise.

"I'll join you in bed," thought Nanda, to me. Ah, and to Dale.

Interesting.

"I hope we don't see anyone on our floor," said Jaidyn.

"We won't," said Dale, just as the door opened.

To our room. Which is the top floor of the hotel. Jaidyn laughed.

"I guess that won't be a problem," he said, stepping off the elevator. "You know, I went from a poor kid in the projects to being a millionaire basketball player. I've still never been in a room like this."

Dale took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. Jaidyn seems pretty comfortable with Dale holding his hand.

Awesome.

We got into the bedroom and Dale and I took time to properly undress Jaidyn. You know the drill. Kissing anything exposed. I had to stand on the bed to reach him, but that meant I got high and Dale got low.

Then Jaidyn' cock popped out. I'm not missing that and hopped off the bed and got down with Dale.

"Hold up," said Jaidyn. He reached down and picked me up and put me back to standing on the bed. Then he did the same to Dale.

My shirt. Dale's shirt. My shorts. Dale's shorts.

Let me tell you, the man has a talented tongue. What he didn't see, and I did, was Nanda slip into the suite. I subtly waved her back and she ducked out of sight. Dale and I each took one of Jaidyn' hands and guided him to lie back on the middle of the bed.

"Close your eyes," I said, and he did. Dale waved Nanda in and she carefully climbed up onto the bed.

She sat on his legs and lifted his cock and slid all the way down on it.

Jealous here.

She took his hands and brought them up to her breasts.

That's when his eyes popped open. And he moaned.

"My God, you're beautiful," said Jaidyn.

Dale and I quietly got dressed and left.

It seemed like the right thing to do.

Their wedding will be in the summer.

And yes, we both got to know them better. Much better. Much, much better. Just not that night.

I think I'll close out this chapter.

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