12 December 2022

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The Adult bookstore experience

Yes, we have gloryholes and they're gloryous. Do you see what I did there? But I wondered if it was the same thing as being out in the wild. I'd never had an interest before the kids and afterwards I was, well, getting plenty. But I'm curious.

So off I go. Just me, on the theory that I wouldn't attract as much attention. I'm a little scruffy for the same reason, but I suspect no one will notice in the dark. Or care, once their cock is in my mouth. Or ass.

You get the idea.

I also wanted to scope out if it was a place I could bring Amy. Amy likes cock. Most have a gay vibe, but my lengthy research says some might be couples friendly. Let's face it, once you've stuck your cock through the hole, a world-class blowjob is a world-class blowjob.

OK, my research was ten minutes on Google, but still. Tonight is Thursday, which I understand is a hot night at the bookstore. I had no idea what I would find. Desperate homeless people? Rich suburbanites?

Maybe both. Hey, you have a cock or pussy and are clean, I'll do ya. It's kind of my thing.

First I am trying out Adult World. It's in Tampa, so near our old stomping grounds but not too close, which is good. From what I read, it has a large arcade, but also a multi-level movie room, or rooms, where more action happens. They made a point that some rooms have gay porn, and some have straight. A couple even have bi porn, which, as you know, describes us well.

Something about the anonymity of the arcade is appealing, but openly fucking while watching porn is kind of my thing. I decided to try the gloryholes first. I do like to suck a cock. Or cocks. Many cocks. OK, you get the idea.

I went into the store and decided to be honest. I walked up to the counter and there is a woman working. I suppose that could be intimidating, but, hey, sex.

"Hi," I said. "I just thought I'd be honest and admit that I am entirely new to this and ask for some coaching."

"I can only tell you stories about what the rumors say about some bookstores," she said, with a smile. A very nice smile. Can you hit on the clerks? Probably, but I'll bet they're tired of it.

"I understand completely," I said, and gave her a smile. I got her to the edge, but not over. Just enough for her to not realize how it happened.

I think she knows how it happened. Ah well.

"So in some bookstores, there is an arcade with gloryholes. I won't explain those, since I suspect you understand them," she said. "Many use a card just like this. You put a little money on the card and use it to play the videos. Our arcade is only about watching videos with your clothes on though. I need to be sure you understand that."

"Absolutely," I said, handing her a $20 bill. She laughed and put it on a card and handed it to me.

"We have a nice movie area, but I hear at some places, people have public sex in them. We have gay rooms, bi rooms, and straight rooms. If a place that allowed that had the same setup, then there would be lots of choices. Our all-night pass is only $10, but I don't know what theirs would cost," she said. "Although we've had to expand the bi room ever since people started to understand that everyone from Dionysus is bi. It really freed a lot of people to be themselves." She cocked her head and looked at me for a bit. Does she? She shook it off and smiled.

I handed her another $20 and waved off the change, to her pleasure.

I admit, I'd love to give her pleasure. She's about 5'6", blonde, with the most gorgeous tattoos. I'm not big on them, but hers were a vine, with colorful flowers, which were on both arms.

"Out of curiosity," I said. "And I'll understand completely if you just stare at me and ignore me, does the vine go across your back too?" She laughed and turned around and pulled up her T-shirt. The answer is yes, and it is amazing. What she didn't realize is that the security camera was facing her now and she had just put her very nice B cup breasts on the monitor above her head.

I enjoyed it.

"Are you aware that when you do that you're flashing your breasts on the monitor?" I asked. She laughed.

"Yeah," she said. "I don't mind. I admit though, I've done that move hundreds of times and you're the only person nice enough to tell me about it."

I just shrugged.

"I've never, ever done this before," she said. "But I have a break now. Would you like me to give you a tour of the facility? Assuming your interest is in more than just the gay rooms. Given you have a pretty damn hard cock, and my breasts seem to have been the trigger, I'm hopeful."

"Well, my interests are quite broad and I'm pretty insatiable," I said. "And you are definitely the cause of my rock hard cock."

She laughed and came around the counter, just as a stunning black guy took her place. He'd listened into the conversation.

"My break is after hers," he said, smiling.

"How convenient," I said, giving him a smile that took him right to the edge. Hey, I have good control.

"I'm Patty, by the way," she said. "No need to share your name. I get the anonymity."

An older man came up with a smile. White, and a little chubby, but attractive.

"I'll cover for you," he said to the surprise of both people.

"What are you doing here?" asked Patty. He laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"I got a call from a very forceful young woman that suggested I come in," he said, laughing again. "Seems like I was right." The funny thing is that I cannot possibly narrow it down to who called. My guess is Jessica.

Probably. The fact that she just laughed in my head likely confirms it.

"Would you be interested in giving me a tour after they do?" I asked. He looked surprised.

"Me?" he said.

"Oh yeah," I said.

"Oh yeah," he said, with a big smile.

The Black guy came around and introduced himself as Terrance. They both took a hand and let me towards the movie theaters. I guess the arcade can come later. We went over to a door and Terrance opened it and we stepped through. It was really dark, and I bumped into someone, and they laughed. Given I had basically bumped into them with my cock, which is hard and tenting my shorts, I might have sent an unintended message. They reached down and squeezed my cock and then disappeared in the dark. I don't even know if it was a man or woman. Either is fine with me.

We waited a bit and my eyes adjusted and we walked down the hall.

"This is the gay room," said Terrance. I could tell that by the number of men that were sucking each other's cock. One guy was on his knees simply getting pounded. We watched for a bit, and I don't mean the movie.

"That is so hot," said Patty. Yeah, Patty, it is.

We walked on and got to the straight room. Not as much action. One woman blowing a guy.

"Not as much activity in this room," I commented, stating the obvious.

"Yeah," said Terrance. "This used to be a little fuller, although the gay room is always the busiest. But ever since the men of Dionysus have started being really blunt about being bi, people have shifted from this room." With that, he walked on.

Ah.

The Bi room. Not quite as busy as the Gay room, but a nice variety of people. All colors, shapes, and sizes. My kind of place. We went in and found a couch. We sat down with me in the middle. The only light in the room was the screen, so people were visible from the front, but dimly. Enough to watch though. There was a guy and girl bent over a couch, kissing, while they were both getting pounded. A lot more going on, too. Over in the corner, there was a guy watching and jacking off. More power to you, dude.

Patty touched my face and I turned and kissed her. This time I didn't hold back, and she just rolled through an orgasm. We finally came up for air.

"Damn," said Patty. "Terrance, you've got to try that."

I turned to a big smile from Terrance.

"You'd better get that cock out," said Patty. "Unless you want sticky underwear all night."

"May I?" I asked, and Terrance smiled and nodded. I unzipped his shorts. Oh, how handy. Commando. I had to work a bit to get his 9-inch (23 cm), thick, uncut cock out.

I leaned in and kissed him, while holding his cock in my hand. I needed to know when he was close. The kiss lasted longer than I expected, but then I felt him swell. I quickly leaned over and took him in my mouth.

It is a lot of cum. I held most of it in my mouth and went back in for the kiss. Oh yeah, he took it from me.

Patty took the rest.

She fished my cock out and gave it a few licks. Then she shifted and sat right down on me, facing the screen. She pulled off her top, which surprised me, but I was happy about it. Right? I started playing with her right nipple and her clit, just as Terrance latched onto her left nipple. She was stroking his cock while bouncing.

I think I like this place. Terrance got up and stood just a little off to the side and offered his cock to Patty. It went from not hard to hard pretty quickly.

"Any interest in a train?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I said. I stood up, holding Patty in place and walked around and gently place her over the back of the couch, all while sliding in and out.

"Damn," said Patty. "You're stronger than you look."

Terrance pulled a small bottle of lube out of his pocket and then wiggled his shorts completely off. First his fingers, than his cock.

This feels amazing.

I lasted, and Terrance lasted, a lot longer than I expected. The dude that was jacking off came over to watch.

"Cum on me, please," he said.

Well, he did say please. Terrance pulled out then I did, and we just covered him with cum. Did I mention he'd stripped off all his clothes? He smiled and started pulling his clothes back on.

"I'll get it licked off at home," he said, smiling.

You go, guy.

And the glory holes

I needed a break, so I thought I'd try out the gloryholes. I'm pretty familiar with the concept, being a regular volunteer at ours. Hey, I like to suck cock. I went into the booth area and let my eyes adjust a bit. The booths are a little more open than I am used to, but hey, I don't care. I sat in a booth and saw a guy go into the next one. A cock came through the hole.

Barely.

I did my best but couldn't get much in my mouth. I finally whispered to him to come into my booth. A really nice looking guy came in, with his cock still out.

Oh, I swallowed it. Completely. To his moans. I have some skills and was sucking and licking his balls at the same time.

"I'm going to cum," he said. While I appreciated the warning, I kept sucking. His cock might be small, but his cums are not. My God, that was a lot of cum. I swallowed several times but kept the last in my mouth and stood up. I showed it to him on my tongue and he leaned in for a kiss.

It was one hell of a kiss. I mean seriously good. We finally broke the kiss and he looked at me and cocked his head.

"Do you know you look like King Bob?" he said. I laughed.

"I've heard that," I said, in a tone that made my disbelief clear.

"Oh, well played," he said. "I won't out you. Don't worry." With that he turned to leave.

"Hold up," I said. "We're having a little get together tomorrow. Would you like to come?"

"On campus?" he asked, and I laughed.

"Well, our house is on campus," I said. I guess I'm trusting him a bit.

He thought about it for a minute.

"OK, I'm going to be blunt here," he said. "I am married, and my wife has absolutely no idea I am here."

"OK," I said. "I'll tell you what. Do you have time for a cup of coffee, or do you need to get home?"

"Hmm. Coffee with the King of Dionysus," he said. "I'll have to come up with quite the story."

"You could tell her we met when I blew you," I said. He laughed.

"Not sure that would go over well," he said. "I'm Doby, by the way."

"Let's talk. Maybe it wouldn't, but you might be surprised," I said. "Come on."

We walked out and I told him to follow me to Waffle House. You just turn left onto Hillsborough.

"I want one of their Texas Toast breakfast sandwiches," I said.

He laughed and nodded. He followed me and we pulled into the Waffle House, and he walked over.

"I wouldn't expect you to drive a beat-up 10-year-old SUV," he said.

"So you think the Lamborghini would be low-key for me," I said. He laughed.

"Point taken," he said. I led the way into the Waffle House, and we found a booth. We slid in and the waitress quickly took my order. My Coke Zero arrived quickly, which is always a win.

"Tell me about yourself," I said.

"Not much to tell," he said. "I'm an actuary, have a loving wife and family and am secretly bi and love to drop in the bookstore."

"OK," I said. "So here's the deal. In our experience, the world is a lot more accepting of being bi now. It sounds silly, but we suspect it is because we're all openly bi. We don't hide it. We're pretty open about all the sex, and we've found more people seeing it as OK."

"You fucked your 12-year-old girlfriend, while your wife helped, on world-wide television while yodeling off the Eiffel Tower," he said.

"Well, yeah," I said. "We're not very bashful. But let me take this in a different direction. You were at International Mall, getting a cheesecake for the family and met me in line. We sat down and had a piece of cheesecake and I invited you and your family to a little get together at our house."

"So I have to go buy a cheesecake?" said Doby.

"Yes," I said. "And here's the next step. You tell her I'm surprisingly down to earth guy and that she'd like me, but I had told you to be blunt that there would be a lot of public sex, including woman on woman and man on man. If she wasn't comfortable, then you shouldn't go."

"No way," said Doby.

"It could go one of two ways," I said. "She gets offended, and you don't come. She might hassle you that you even suggested it, and you can agree with her, but felt like she should be aware that you'd been invited to the King and Queen's house. It might still sway her. The other outcome is that she says it is a really cool you were invited, and she looks forward to it."

Doby barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, not feeling that answer, but worth a shot," said Doby.

"But you're not done," I said. "Tell me about your kids."

"Polli and Porter," he said. "12 and 11. The lights of my life. Brilliant and snarky."

"OK," I said. "Your next step, if she agrees, is to mention that your kids are invited too, but that on the campus they're no longer requiring parental permission. The kids would be able to do anything with anyone seven or older, although it is down to 5 for oral. Plus some younger kids have exceptions. Bill and Jessica will."

Doby's moan was quiet, but lengthy.

"You mean?" asked Doby.

"Yes," I said. "Polli and Porter."

"I don't think my wife would let Porter fuck her," said Doby.

"Maybe not, but that's not what I meant," I said. It took him too long to realize it, but the moan this time wasn't as quiet. I meant Porter would fuck Doby, if that wasn't obvious.

"Listen," said Doby. "I get what you're saying, but you're smooth. You could guide the conversation. I'd blurt out something like let's go fuck the kids."

I admit I laughed.

"OK," I said. "Call your wife. Tell her that you met an old friend and his family that you haven't seen in years, and they invited your family to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner and dessert, right now."

"What is it with the Cheesecake Factory?" asked Doby.

"I like cheesecake," I said. Well, I do. Doby took a deep breath and pulled out his phone and called.

"Hi," said Doby. "I ran into an old friend, and he invited our family to have dinner and dessert with his family at the Cheesecake Factory. Right now. Why don't you meet us there?"

All one breath, I guarantee it.

"You don't know him. I'll do all the introductions when you get here," said Doby. Well played Doby.

"At the gas station," said Doby. "He was filling his car."

He laughed a little.

"Raisenets," he said. "They were good."

He said goodbye and I love you and hung up.

"I drive a Tesla," he said. "The met him at the gas station might not have been the best lie."

"Do you really like Raisinets?" I said.

"Love'em and she knows it," he said.

"Do you like wine?" I asked and he laughed.

"My tastes are well beyond my budget," said Doby.

"Let's get you to our house this weekend," I said. I mentioned one of our best red wines and he coughed.

"The current price for a bottle is a little over $120,000," said Doby.

"Yeah and we'll crack open a bottle and a few others, but that's not what I meant," I said. "We use the same grape, dry them to be raisins, and wrap them in Belgian chocolate. Some dark, some milk. I'll send you home with a bunch. Now, how long until they get to the restaurant?"

That got a moan, too.

"We better hump it. They're closer than us," he said. I put a tip under my plate, and we slid out. The waitress came over quickly and I pointed at the plate as we walked away.

"Thank you!" she shouted.

It is one of my favorites. I left her a $500 tip in cash and a Target gift card. The $500 feels great to her, but when Target tells her it is a $10,000 gift card, I'll bet she figures out who I am. Why the fuck would you be a billionaire and not do things like that? OK, trillionaire, but that shit's nuts.

I hopped in my SUV and as I pulled out, I pulled my portable razor out of my bag. By the time we got to the mall, I'd cleaned up quite a bit. His family got out about four cars down, just as we did, and he waved them over.

"I want to introduce you to my friend, Bob," said Doby, just so casually. I don't get it. I never will. They were just standing there with their mouths open.

I'm just a guy from Florida. I stuck out my hand to his wife.

"Hi, I'm Bob," I said.

"Aviana," she said, while still staring. I turned to the kids. I held my hand out to Polli.

"I'm Bob," I said. "You must be Polli. I hear you're the star midfielder on your school soccer team."

Yeah, I read him, just a little.

"And you must be Porter," I said. "Congratulations on the win in the county-wide competitive math contest."

They're still staring, but we headed into the restaurant.

"My family is inside, although I admit, I don't know exactly who came tonight," I said. "Could be one, could be a dozen."

Well, it could. We walked in and there was a bunch of tables pushed together near the back. Closer to a dozen.

Amy and Pari were at one end and had left a place open for me, with me in the middle. That's usually Pari's spot but I get it. I have no role. The spot next to Amy was open, and after introductions, Amy steered Aviana into it. There was a spot open between Leslie and Hallie for Porter and one between Hunter and Bill for Polli. That left a spot for Doby between Jessica and Pari.

He might not survive.

Aviana, Amy, Bob, Pari, Doby, Jessica, Leslie, Porter, Hallie, Bill, Polli, Hunter.

We all ordered and just chatted about the world. It was fun and spirited and Porter and Polli just dove into the conversation. I did see Hunter and Bill talking with Polli and she blushed. That had to be interesting. I heard Porter gasp a little and suspect that under the table, either Leslie or Hallie had brushed his cock.

Could be either. Could be both. Or it could have been Bill reaching over, given the grin on his face. I decided to listen in on a few of the conversations. Sure, I can do that.

"So is it true that in Dionysus, everyone at this table would get naked and fuck under your rules?" asked Aviana, of Amy.

"Sure," responded Hunter. Well, this could be interesting.

"For example," said Hunter. "I'm only 16, and Bill and Jessica have an exception, so everyone at this table is in play." Then he laughed.

"In fact, except for your family, I've fucked every single person at this table," added Hunter. I saw Aviana look around and finally focused on Jessica and Bill.

"Jessica and Bill," said Aviana, in a guttural voice. "They're gorgeous." Hunter laughed again.

"And skilled," said Hunter. "They're off-limits for you, but no one else is. No one is off limits for Porter and Polli."

"No one?" she said, making it about ten syllables.

"Top or bottom," said Hunter. "Top or bottom."

"Oh God, that is hot," said Aviana. Well, that took an unexpected turn.

"Is it wrong that I'm picturing Doby in the middle of a train with Polli at the front and Porter at the back and me underneath Polli?" said Aviana.

"Feels very right to me," said Hunter.

"Very right," said Amy.

"Yeah," said Doby. Aviana stared at him.

"You'd do that? You'd like that?" said Aviana. "That's wonderful." She turned to Amy.

"I assume you and Pari are in play for me?" said Aviana.

"Oh yeah," said Pari. "With Polli. The four of us would be amazing."

"I am so in," said Aviana.

I admit I laughed.

Then Doby did.

"Met him at Adult World, didn't you?" said Aviana. The look on Doby's face is hilarious.

"I, uh, well," said Doby.

"I've always known. I just never knew how to bring it up," said Aviana. "Grecia saw you there once and told me."

"Grecia was at Adult World," said Doby.

"Just buying some toys," said Aviana. "We put those toys to good use."

"We?" said Doby and Aviana smiled.

"We," said Aviana.

Doby's moan said a lot.

"Should we invite Grecia?" asked Pari.

"She probably couldn't get a babysitter," said Aviana. Pari just raised her left eyebrow.

OK, Aviana's moan was impressive, too.

"She has 10-year-old twins. Caylee and Asher," said Aviana.

"What's her phone number?" asked Pari, while pulling out her phone. Aviana shared it and Pari dialed.

"Hi, is this Grecia?" said Pari, into the phone. "I got your number from Aviana. Her family and mine are together at dinner and are leaving soon to head back to my family's house. We wanted to invite you and your kids to join us."

"Uh huh, yes," said Pari. "That's us. Yes, on campus."

"Oh yes," added Pari, in a much deeper voice. With that she laughed and hung up. Then she sent a short text.

Pari just smiled at us all.

"Well?" said Aviana.

"They'll meet us in 30 minutes," said Pari.

"Oh God," said Doby.

"Seriously," said Porter. With a simply huge smile. We paid the tab, with a generous tip, of course, and headed out.

"Porter and Polli," said Pari. "We're gonna have fun."

Seems like a good time to leave. We walked out into the parking lot just as an E-82 dropped down. That alone would have been weird, but a bunch of cars from the parking lot lifted up and flew away.

Empty.

This is my norm and I still find it insane.

My name is Polli

My name is Polli. This is going to be the night of my life. You know it is. But only because our parents will finally join in. We've all known Dad was bi. But he had to get there at his own pace.

Meeting King Bob might have accelerated his pace.

You have to also know that Porter and I fuck up a storm, including with Asher and Caylee. Have you seen them? OK, you haven't, but you get the idea.

Tonight is going to be legendary.

We flew in a freaking space plane back to their house.

"This is silly," said Hallie. "Let's pick them up and go to the space station. They've never been in space."

And I thought today couldn't get better.

It does appear Hallie is in charge now. She is very pregnant. She is also simply stunning. I mean seriously so. Glowing. I never really understood that comment, but my God.

Did I mention that as soon as Grecia and her kids got on the plane everyone stripped?

Every. One.

>From Bill and Jessica to Bob and Amy and everyone in between. It turns out that my dad is a hunk. Not the biggest cock, but I'm tasting it.

"No need to wait," said Hallie. "We were in Dionysus as soon as you stepped on the plane."

I am now blowing my dad. Asher is fucking my mom. Porter is fucking Grecia. Caylee is sure a winner.

Bob.

I'm getting me some of that. Dad did make me stop because he didn't want to waste a cum in a blowjob. I get that.

So I pushed him onto his back and climbed right on. God, his cock hits me in all the right places.

"Cum in me," I said. Oh, he did, he did. Voluminously.

"I reward word porn," shouted Bob.

Oh goody. I rolled off Dad onto my back.

"Who is cleaning this out?" I said, kind of loudly.

Pari and Leslie. Together.

Win freaking win.

I am pretty sure I rode an orgasm all the way to the space station.

What about me

Porter here.

I've always thought Grecia was hot. I accidentally saw her tits once when her top slipped at the pool.

OMG.

What I didn't know, and I am pretty confident that no one but Mom knew is that Grecia has a cock.

A very nice cock. So yes, I'm fucking Grecia, in the ass, while Mom blows Grecia. Mom, as mentioned, is getting fucked by Asher.

I am now getting fucked by Bob. While I am fucking Grecia.

Oh my.

We all came, and it was a big mess. Just as we docked at the space station. Apparently being cum covered is an OK way to walk into the space station.

It feels like an OK way to do just about anything.

OK, I can narrate, or I can fuck.

We'll just say we spent the weekend, and I am much more experienced and so is Polli.

We learned about spatulas.

Wow.

I didn't forget him

Remember when I promised the owner of the adult bookstore that we'd do a tour? I got distracted and ended up not going back.

That night.

But I did go back. With Amy.

Why not?

Rocked. his. world.

We now co-own Adult World, too.

I didn't invest. Amy didn't invest. Pari did.

Something about the gloryholes.

Lost in San Francisco

Did ya just forget Camron and me? Huh? Huh? Akira. That's my name. Remember? OK, add in Mona and you remember us. Sexy threesome?

Nothing about us in a while. What? We're supposed to post ourselves?

Oh. Sorry. Yeah, that was a joke, but it was a little bit true. We didn't know we could post until one day when Sophia dropped by and when we were all lying in bed post-coital she asked why we hadn't ever posted.

Because no one freaking told us we could.

She laughed when we said that.

"Since when do any of you ask permission for anything?" said Sophia. Well, that's probably true, but still. OK, we'll catch you up quickly. Camron didn't hear it though. He was asleep. Snoring a bit. Sophia, Mona, and me.

Yep. Worn out.

Let me catch you up. Yeah, yeah, old news. The acquisition of Lyft went better than we expected. We slowly started acquiring and got right up to the reporting threshold. The price stayed stable and then Uber announced earnings. They were seriously ugly. As in their share value hit bottom, taking Lyft's right along with it. We quickly couriered paperwork to the SEC to ensure we had filed our intent to purchase. I'm confident it was the first time that an E-82 landed on the National Mall, but it was quick, and we did get permission. We promised to have the courier stay and give tours of the plane for two hours. Kind of a flash mob of one.

Then we quickly swept up shares. Of both companies. One savvy investor, or so they thought, caught the pattern and ended up with 8% of the combined stock. We offered him a very fair buyout price of 20% over his purchase price for the one day he owned the shares. We even extended our deadline twice, but he did the one thing that pisses us all off.

He was a dick. Just a superasshole. Yes, I had to make up that word. We flew to Zurich to meet with him. Once he saw us, he refused to talk to us. We don't know if it was our age or the color of our skin or both, but we just don't like people that act like that.

So we held an impromptu press conference on the steps of his office building with the name of his company in the background. We announced ourselves as the co-owners of the combined JetsonCar and that our new friend, the fund manager owned the remaining 8%.

Then we announced that we were converting JetsonCar to a non-profit. We shared that the Kingdom believed that mobility was the key to success.

We didn't add on the importance of fucking in our culture in our press conference, tempting as it was.

Oh gosh, our shares took a hit from the announcement. We offered him current value for his stake, and he took it.

We were so stunned. Did you know a charity can easily convert back and there is no minimum time period? Kidding, sort of. Well, that's true that they can, but we really were running it as a non-profit. It was tempting though, just to fuck with him. I suspect that is against some SEC rule.

None of that had anything to do with the post. This post is about a card game called Bridge and where it took us. You see, we were a little bored. There were often people here on the weekends, but during the week it was really quiet. Now, Camron and I had each other and that was great, and of course Mona is our soulmate, but we wanted friends. There was a community center not far away, so we walked over one Tuesday night. Yeah, we could have flown in a JetsonCar, but we didn't want to be those kids. Just normal. Dude, Camron's 13. I'm 15. Mona is 13.

We also like people. Now, I don't mean that. God, how I wish I meant that. For now we're stuck with each other and weekend friends. We are kind of front line warriors in the kids living in the normal world. Other kids like Morgon have done it, but always in a situation where a school was being built. Mona and Camron invite me to bed with them a lot, but I know they need their time, too. OK, that doesn't actually happen often. Three to a bed please. A trio don't ya know.

But schools have wrestling rooms.

OK, our house has one bedroom converted to a wrestling room now. It was my idea and Bob's rolled it out to most of the houses now. I laugh because people have started making the room a sleepover room for large groups of kids. Clean it up well, roll out the sleeping bags, and cozy up to the friend, including new ones, of your choice. The old farts take the real beds. OK, let's be honest, most of our beds are not slept in anymore. We'll all be in the wrestling room. That's why one of the big cabinets is full of pillows and blankets. We realized we didn't need the sleeping bags. We do have to be careful of city codes.

I have to digress because the city inspector had to do a final inspection of the room. She had decided that the maximum capacity of the room was six.

Six. Now, we could just say fuck it given it is a consulate, but we did want to be safe.

"Why is the number so low?" I asked. "It's an exercise room in a big house. We might want to exercise as a group."

"You mentioned that you sometimes used it for sleepovers," she said. "I have to consider it a bedroom."

"So if once in a while, in a large family, the kids decide to drag blankets into the living room and build a fort and sleep in it, then you'll declare the living room a bedroom?" I asked.

"Well no, that's different," she said.

"Why?" I asked. "Sleeping is not the normal activity of this room. Exercise is. What would that number be? If this was a small exercise studio."

"I don't understand," she said. "This floor is too soft to do Zumba or Martial arts. You can't have this many wrestlers. What exactly is the primary purpose of this room?"

Well, it is Dionysus, and the world knows that for the most part. And I am snarky and don't always think before I speak.

"Fucking," I said. "This room is primarily used for good size group sex orgies. Of all ages. Couples, Quads, boys with boys, girls with girls, it's just a naked fuck what you want session. We've had as many as thirty try it out together, but some more friends are visiting this weekend, so we'd really like that number to be at least 50."

"Fucking. Got it. It's your orgy room," she said. "Well, you just didn't code it right. That's a 15862." She wrote that down and opened her briefcase. She handed me a small capacity display card and a sticker with the number 70 on it. The part I loved was the label that said "Purpose: Orgy room". That and the fact she had a stack of that sticker.

"You have a code for an orgy room," I said. She laughed.

"This is San Francisco," she said. "Of course we do. Just be glad you didn't call it a dungeon. The taxes are a lot higher." It was late in the day, so I took a shot. I was really pushing it, but I was freaking horny, and I have to admit, the inspector was pretty hot. Her name tag said she was Brisa.

"So Brisa," I said. "Is this your last appointment of the day? Would you be interested in trying out the room? My brother is home as well and could join us."

"How old are you?" she said.

"15," I said. "Camron is 13, but the stereotypes about BBC apply to him." Oh yeah, she moaned. She stood up straight and thrust her breasts out a bit. Oh God.

"And this is considered Dionysus?" she said, two octaves lower than her normal voice. I assured her it was. Just then Camron walked it, wearing small tighty-whitey shorts.

And nothing else. He is one ripped 13 year old. He was clearly hard. How did I know?

Because it poked out of the left leg of his shorts and down his leg another three or four inches. It was also covered with precum.

Nice intro, bro.

Brisa walked over and swiped the precum off with her finger. She took a small lick and smiled. You could almost see the light bulb go on and she turned and offered me her finger.

I leaned over and sucked every drop off her finger, then dropped to my knees and licked everything off of Camron. I could hear Brisa's clothes flying off at this point. I stood up and while I was stripping, Brisa was on her knees pulling down Camron's shorts. His 9-inch (23 cm) thick uncut cock popped out, to her moans. I dropped to my knees next to her.

"You should get him off," I said. "He lasts forever on his second cum."

We were both on our knees, but it was Brisa who had Camron in her mouth. She is good at it, too. I could see her throat bulge.

"Where would you like me to cum?" asked Camron. He's a polite one. She pulled off to answer. His cock looked so good. All sticky and wet. I couldn't resist and leaned in for a lick.

Which answered the question prematurely. You see, his cock was aimed at her face. My one lick was all it took. She took a huge load on her face, her tits, and all the way down her body. I quickly pushed her on her back.

She did need to be cleaned up. Camron kneeled down.

"Leave it," he snarled, but with a smile on his face. He offered us both his cock. We worked together to get him hard again. It didn't take long. Brisa pushed Camron on his back and climbed right on. It gave me access to clean her up while she bounced.

And bounced she did. She kept going until he filled her up and then she bounced up and quickly pulled on her panties.

"I'm taking this home," she said. "He'll enjoy it."

"You have someone at home that will enjoy that?" I said.

She got as far as "my little bro" before she realized exactly what she said. Then she turned white as a sheet and this girl was already pretty white.

OK we laughed.

"Um, we're brother and sister, remember," said Camron. "Bring him over. Soon. How old?"

"10," she said, with a simply huge smile.

"Yum," I replied. Then she had to go. Darn. We did give her the lecture. You know the one. You'll go to freaking prison. She gets it, but a sexy 10-year-old.

It's about bridge, dammit

I got so far off-topic I think I need a new chapter. Damn, Brisa was fun. I can't wait until tomorrow when she's coming over for dinner and bringing brother Markkus and her boyfriend Tyrese and we'd understand why Camron was such a fascination for her.

She showed her love for me pretty well, too. Wait until she meets Mona.

So back to freaking bridge.

Let's go back to the community center. We walked in and the first thing we noticed was that people of color were not well represented. That always concerns us, but this is San Francisco, which is a bastion of liberalhood. We hope. We wandered around and found a kid's area, but they were, well, kids. They were playing Connect 4 and Sorry and even Chutes and Ladders. Now, I was impressed that the older kids were playing with the young kids.

But the whiteness was blinding. We wandered back out and found adults. I guess we prefer adults. We knew they were playing bridge. We'd studied and Jori, Mona, Carlyn, Theo, and I were getting pretty good at it. It requires a great memory, the ability to work multiple steps, and math. A well-played hand requires math.

We noticed two tables were playing short a player. You can do it, but it isn't a lot of fun. I walked over to one of the tables and Camron walked over to the other. I let him go first. He's a guy. He gets listened to more than I do, and it sucks.

"May we join?" he asked. The folks at the table looked up and appraised him. Now, you're probably thinking they were noticing the black kid, and I'm sure they did, but the looks he was getting were more than that.

I know lust when I see it. Why you ask?

Because I was getting my own looks.

"Well, we'd love to have you, but we bet, and you wouldn't be able to pay off," said the woman, who I admit does not fit the bridge club stereotype. As in smoking.

"You sure about that?" said Camron, and the folks at the table laughed.

"I'm pretty sure neither of you are 18," she said. "So yeah."

"Perhaps if we introduced ourselves. I'm Akira," I said. "He's Camron. We live right up the hill, on the corner, with our fiancé Mona."

That swiveled some heads. Nice heads. OK, that was weird.

"Should I add that we're from Dionysus, our house is a consulate, and it has a nicely padded orgy room?" said Camron. Go big, brother, go big.

I'm pretty sure the first woman just had a little orgasm.

Camron sat down and so did I. They quickly finished that hand and reloaded the cards into the holder and passed them. I found out my partner is Markum, and he's married to Gennifer, who is Camron's partner.

"Six spades," I said, when it was my turn to bid. My partner just looked at me.

"Well, it looks like we'll be on the losing team tonight," said Markum. He looked surprisingly happy about that, but he wasn't going to be.

"Nope," I said. "Just play."

I swept the table.

They all just looked at me.

"How?" said Markum. "I bid one spade and you jumped to six. That's not how it is done." I admit, I laughed.

"Yes it is, because neither of our opponents would have bid enough and we would have been stuck at 3 or 4 spades. You bid one spade, so I knew that was one of your stronger suits. I had a lot. They both bid red. One of them hearts, the other diamonds. I had the ace of hearts, so if it went that way, I took the point and ran the table. I also had the king of diamonds, which meant depending on how things went, I might lose one trick," I said. "So six."

"It's just not that simple. There are so many more things to consider. Your opponent's skill. Your partner's skill," said Misti, who is to my left.

"I agree," said Kiernan, who is to my right. "I'm still learning all the things to consider."

"You're overcomplicating the entire game. As long as you can plan out all the tricks, you know pretty close to exactly what will happen," I said.

"You planned out all the tricks in your head," said Markum.

"There we 61 different permutations of how this played out. All but one led to me sweeping the table," I said. "I was conservative and didn't bid that trick. I should have, given the outcome and the odds, but I'm new to the game, so I'm playing it safe."

"New. How long have you been playing?" asked Kiernan.

"Camron and I taught ourselves this afternoon, with some friends. You'd like our friends," I said, to looks from them all, just as Camron's partner Gennifer cheered. Camron had swept the table, just like I had.

"Are you human?" asked Markum.

"Maybe," I said, smiling at them. It's actually an honest answer to the question. I can read minds, and fly, and a bunch of other things. I think we're evolving.

We played the rest of the night and to no surprise, at least from us, Markum and I won.

Markum and I beat Gennifer and Camron. Barely.

"So what's the bet?" I asked. They all looked at each other, but it was Gennifer that answered.

"The top two teams are the doms. Everyone else is the sub," said Gennifer. "But we only have about an hour. We share a couple babysitters who are watching the kids in the community center."

"Who has the youngest kid?" I asked and Gennifer responded.

"We do. Shanel is 7," said Gennifer.

"Oldest kid?" said Camron.

"Dono is 16," said one of the other women.

"You have a babysitter watching a 16-year-old," I asked.

"He's on the spectrum. Non-verbal," she said.

"No he's not," I said. She just stared.

"We'll come back to that," said Camron. "Are they all friends?"

Everyone quickly agreed that they were and had been for a long time.

"Perfect," I said. "Bring them along. They'll enjoy it."

That silenced the room.

"You're suggesting they be in the house with us while we're having an orgy," said Markum.

"No," said Camron. "We're suggesting they are part of the orgy."

Bedlam. Such a fun word.

"Hold up," I said, once they'd settled a little. "Let's use this as an educational opportunity. How many of you want to play with me?"

Every hand went up, including Camron's. OK that made us all laugh. It also excited some people. After all, we're siblings.

"I'm 15," I said. "How many of the kids are older than that?"

There were five couples. They spoke for a bit.

"We have 9 kids between us," said Markum. "Four are your age or older."

"I'm 13," said Camron. "How many more does that add."

"Two," said Gennifer.

"So you are all happy to fuck us, who you just met, but won't fuck your kids," I said. They all looked confused.

"You know they're all fucking each other like rabbits, right?" I said. Bedlam again.

"She's right," said Gennifer, quietly. "I'll bet she's right. We're fucking idiots. Somebody is going to get pregnant."

"I'll bet you $100 that every girl is on birth control and that every boy has condoms," I said.

"What's the payoff?" she said.

"If I lose, everyone in this group gets to fulfill a fantasy with me," I said. "Then again, that's the payoff if I win, too."

Yeah, they all moaned.

"So you think our kids are sexually active and careful about it," said another woman. Another freaking smoking woman. Dannie. Her name is Dannie. I am going down on Dannie.

"Yes," said Camron. "The kids are paying attention to the world. I'll bet they're even following our rules."

"Let's do this," I said. "Call them all in. The room is private. Camron and I will talk to them, and you can hear it from them. Then the entire group is going to go out on our boat and spend the weekend fucking."

"You have a boat that can handle all of us for the weekend?" asked Markum. I just raised my right eyebrow.

"Dude, they own JetsonCars, Best Buy, and the Warriors," said Saul. Saul is smoking, too. Smoking Saul.

One of the mom's had texted and the door opened and in streamed all nine kids plus two older kids.

"The babysitters are kids too," I said. There was some hemming and hawing.

"OK, kids, crisscross," said Camron and sure enough they did it, including the babysitters.

"This is a safe zone. All your parents have agreed that they want to know the answers," I said. "No matter what, they love you, will support you, and won't punish you. They just want to be safe."

"Who is Dono?" I asked, although I suspected it was the freaking hunk. He raised his hand.

"Your parents tell me you're non-verbal. I call bullshit. School bores you, you've studied on your own and could be doing college work and talking to adults that don't get you is just a chore," I said. "So I'll ask you a direct question. Which one of these kids is your soulmate, or are your soulmates?"

Dono just looked at me. His look was a bit of shock, but shit, maybe I was wrong.

Then a young girl got up. Likely one of the youngest in the room. She went over to a boy that is a little older and held out her hand and he stood up. They walked over together to Dono, and each sat on a knee. He instinctively wrapped his arms around them both.

And they freaking glowed. The love just oozed out of them.

"This is Elissa and he's River," said Dono, in a nice strong voice.

You could have heard a pin drop.

"Any other soulmates? Sit together," said Camron. I went over and sat on his lap, which made everyone laugh. All the parents rearranged and for every couple one sat in the other's lap. Two couples sat together. Really together. Got it.

The kids rearranged too, including the two babysitters. Eleven of them. The trio we had already seen. One quad, with three boys and a girl. Lucky girl. Two couples. One with a boy and a girl and one with two boys. Those four sat next to each other.

"One trio, one quad, and two couples that are a loose quad," said Camron. They all just nodded.

"Three cocks?" I said to the one girl, and she laughed. She stood up and flipped up her dress.

"Four," she said.

OK, we all moaned, particularly given she is commando and hard.

"How old are you?" I asked. She smiled.

"I'm 9," she said. "I'm Norah."

"How many people in this room would like to suck Norah's cock?" I asked. My hand went up. So did Camron's, which caused some interesting moans. Yes, moans. Slowly but surely every hand went up.

Including Norah's parents.

And the babysitters.

"OK, now's the tougher question," said Camron.

"How many people in this room have already sucked Norah's cock?" asked Camron. "You don't have to answer."

Dono's hand was the first one up, to the surprise of his parents. The rest of the kids laughed and up went all the hands.

"Hey, I like my cock sucked," said Norah, smiling.

"Don't we all," said her dad, under his breath.

"So let's explore that," I said. "Cocks are made to be sucked. Pussies are made to be licked. Arbitrary rules about age are just dangerous. Now, there have to be some rules, and we have those, but eighteen? Give me a break. Why don't we adjourn to the boat?"

The kids hopped right up. The parents got up more slowly.

"OK, back down," said Camron. "Too much reluctance. Let's talk about it some more."

"Fuck that," said Dono. Yes, Dono.

"There isn't a person in this room that doesn't love sex. There isn't a person in this room that isn't experienced with sex. I can't comment for the adults, but for the kids, every single one of us has fucked and been fucked, using toys if necessary. Personally, I love a train. A nice pussy or ass in the front and a cock pounding me in the ass. We're being given an opportunity to explore that we've never been given before. Let's take advantage of it. Now, it is so important for everyone to realize that your choice is your choice. You can go home, including taking your very disappointed children with you. You can come along and just watch, or not watch. Or you can come along and have the night of your freaking life. I will take any and all questions," said Dono.

Sure, the non-verbal dude will take all questions.

"When did you lose your virginity?" asked a parent, of Dono.

"On my seventh birthday. We're smart. Really smart. You had to know, or suspect it," said Dono. "We all did on our seventh birthday. Now, oral was five, just like the Dionysus rules, even though we started before Dionysus existed. It just seemed about right. I've had eleven years to improve my orals skills and I am as good with a cock as a clit. I would argue that I am better at it than any of the adults because you're too constrained by moirés. Not me. Show me your cock? I'll suck it. Got something you want licked? I'll lick it. My rimming skills are exceptional."

That got a moan from the room. Dono led the way and three of the adults were right behind him and the fourth trying to catch up. We got outside just as Mona walked up. They all got to watch us kiss. Just kiss. Public sidewalk, you know. Waiting for us was a row of JetsonCars. Autonomous ones. We'd just keep them on the boat.

"Diina and Jakkob are going to be so disappointed," said Markam to Gennifer.

"Talk to me," I said.

"Diina and Jakkob aren't quite comfortable bringing their 1-year-old daughter Chelsi with them yet," said Gennifer. "They get a babysitter but couldn't tonight."

"What's their address?" I asked. Gennifer laughed and pointed at an apartment building down about two doors down on the other side.

"3C," she said.

"Got it," said Mona. "Hey Camron, go without Akira and me. We've got something to do really quick."

Everyone took off, leaving us with a car. That has an infant seat. And seats 5.

Of course it does.

We walked over and climbed the stairs and knocked on 3C. The door was opened by a man wearing only exercise shorts. Tight exercise shorts. Damn. Read that word with six syllables.

Strong chest. Just a little hair. Strong chin.

And an 8-inch (20 cm) soft cock stretching out his exercise shorts.

He looked at us quizzically.

"To what do we owe the honor of a visit by two of Pacific Heights newest superstars?" he asked. I admit, we both laughed.

Just then a woman walked up, wearing basically the same thing and holding a toddler on her hip who was breastfeeding. Hell, I'd breastfeed if I got to suck on those breasts.

"It's a lot of fun," said a voice in my head.

"You can talk too, can't you?" I thought back.

"Yeah, but they're not ready for it," she thought.

"Trust me, they are. You'll know the moment," I thought. She burped and laughed.

OK, I did too, a little. Laughed, that is. I didn't burp.

We asked if we could come in and they stepped back. We all sat down, and I just looked for a bit.

"Can we help you with something?" asked Jakkob and Mona laughed.

"She was enjoying the view," said Mona. "Me too."

"She's a horny little thing, isn't she?" thought Chelsi.

"We came to invite you to an impromptu party with your friends that we met from bridge club. We're going out on our boat," said Mona.

"The Al Lusail? It is beautiful," said Diina.

"A sister ship," I said. "You know your yachts." She went on to share that she's a yacht broker.

"I hope those are your work clothes," said Mona.

"Is she going to strip right here?" thought Chelsi.

I just glared at her.

"Well that's thoughtful, but we weren't there because we couldn't find a babysitter," said Diina. Chelsi glared at me and then laughed.

"Oh, come on," said Chelsi. "You've been invited out on a yacht by two gorgeous young women that I suspect are on the menu tonight. I won't get in the way. It's not like you'll be doing anything I haven't seen. Well, maybe a few things, but it would be a learning experience. Heck, I can be useful. People can call out numbers and I'll explain that Kama Sutra position to them."

To say that Diina and Jakkob were surprised is an understatement.

Chelsi latched onto Diina's nipple, and she wasn't there for just the milk. It didn't take long and Diina just rocketed over.

"I'll pretend I didn't see that," I said. "But your days of breastfeeding Chelsi are over."

"Dammit," said Chelsi. "I should have thought of that. Damn. It."

"This is a lot to accept," I said. "Just roll with it. Throw on T-shirts and we're ready to go." I turned to Chelsi.

"You don't need diapers, do you?" I asked. Chelsi shook her head no.

"I'm tired of forcing myself to pee in them to hide myself," said Chelsi. In Ukrainian.

"That would suck," replied Mona. Also in Ukrainian.

"OK then," said Diina. "Let me pack a bag."

"No bag. No need. No one will be wearing many clothes, if any," I said.

"Where did all the other kids go?" asked Jakkob.

"They're already on the boat," I said. Then I counted. It took them almost four seconds.

Before they moaned.

Diina ran out and came back with two T-shirts and threw one at Jakkob.

"This is one of your T-shirts," said Jakkob.

OK, I know that look from Diina.

Jakkob put it on. Jakkob rocked what is now a midriff baring very tight shirt.

I'm pretty sure I moaned.

I know Chelsi did.

We headed outside and got in the car and flew out over the water. They'd gone ahead and gone out. We landed in a cluster of JetsonCars at the front of the boat. We all got out.

Mona, Chelsi, and I all stripped. Yes, Chelsi.

"Do you know the rules, Chelsi?" I asked.

"Yeah, and they suck," said Chelsi. Just then two small kids came running up. Jessica and Bill. They took Chelsi's hands and started to run off. Jessica shouted over her shoulder.

"We'll take her downstairs and play with her," said Jessica.

"She's going to learn things, isn't she?" asked Diina.

"More likely just get to try what she has already learned," I said.

"And that's OK?" asked Jakkob.

"Who was that?" asked Mona. The light bulb went on for both of them.

"Princess Jessica and Prince Bill," said Diina, with reverence and Mona and I both laughed. It make her breasts jiggle.

It was nice.

"They prefer just Jessica and Bill. No one uses titles," said Mona. "OK, I admit, I'm fond of yelling King Bob repeatedly as he fills me up."

"Me too," said Camron, who walked up, naked and hard. Diina and Jakkob went back and forth from Mona and Camron and back.

And both moaned again.

Did I mention that Camron's cock is just gleaming with juices?

Mona leaned over and licked from the tip to his balls. She kind of swirled her tongue in her mouth.

"Wow, Juanita and Amai are here?" asked Mona and Camron laughed and nodded.

"Two more I don't know," said Mona.

"Dono and River," said Camron.

"River can cum?" asked Diina.

"That's your question?" asked Jakkob. "OK, I admit, it is a good question. But Dono? He doesn't even speak."

"Sure I do," said Dono. "When I have something to say." Then he held out his hands. Diina and Jakkob each took a hand and he walked away with them. Oh boy. Pari and Noah just joined them.

It appears a lot of people came to visit.

It was a hell of a night. The funny thing is that the kids grabbed some cards and started playing bridge.

They're a lot better at it than their parents. They also have a variation of the game that makes it interesting. Partners are allowed to think to each other during bidding.

Yeah, they can all do it. I did laugh that their relationship with their babysitters was that they were all friends.

Really close friends. Just then Jessica and Bill ran back out with Chelsi. All dripping a bit. No, not Chelsi. Not at that age. Come on. Not even us. Why did they come out?

To put on a class about the proper use of spatulas. An expert-level class.

My new full-time job

I work for the family now, which sounds vaguely like the mafia. The good mafia. Mona laughed when she read it and pointed me to places in the journal that the family has called themselves a good mafia.

The journal is amazing. I'm only about a third of the way through it so far and so is Jakkob.

Chelsi laughs at us a lot. Why?

She's finished the journal. I think she is writing a chapter for it.

Our 1-year-old daughter has read the entire journal that primarily focuses on wild levels of sex and we're OK with it.

She's coached us a few times.

Spectacularly.

We're not crossing the line, of course, but she does have a small white board on her bedroom wall with the number of days left until her fifth, seventh, and nineth birthdays.

We watch that last number.

God. My mind seems to always be full of sex.

Yay!

Our bridge club has sure changed. We play in the orgy room at Akira's house. The kids all play, too. We have payoffs after each hand. Now, sometimes the payoff can't happen yet, so we put it in a log for the future. Oh, this is Diina.

Then we find another group that is mismatched and trade. Sometimes we break up groups that work but fix our problem. You know, someone that is at least 9 with someone at least 7. Or 5.

Dono is popular. For a reason.

Usually we choose Kama Sutra positions. Chelsi pushed her way in one day and started choosing the positions for everyone. Then she coaches us on how to improve. It is incredibly weird.

But her advice is so good!

I appear to have gone on a sex tangent in my first post. Which seems to be common.

Thankfully.

Anyway, back to the point of my post. Nickie hired me to be a full-time yacht broker for the family. I am now in training to fly my own space plane. Sophia hired Jakkob to join her team to search for new wineries to acquire.

Let me tell you, the interviews were spectacular. They're basically interview/orgies. Then again, whenever anyone gets together for anything, you end it with slash orgy. We attended a church service in Robertville. Afterwards there was a lunch/orgy.

I'll let Jakkob tell the story of his interview. They're family interviews, but Chelsi went off with Jessica and Bill again.

And came back speaking fluent Greek.

Our lives have changed.

Let me share my interview experience. We were out on their giant freaking boat. You read about that story. We met Nickie, who owns the marina, and we had the nicest chat. OK, we chatted while she rode me cowgirl on a surprisingly big double-ended dildo.

These folks like their double-ended dildos. A lot.

Me too.

Let me go back to the conversation.

"So you're a boat broker," said Nickie, mid-bounce.

"More of a yacht broker," I said.

She shook her head no, very slowly.

"What are we on right now?" said Nickie.

"The biggest damn yacht I have ever seen," I said. She shook her head no again.

"No one in the kingdom owns a yacht," said Nickie. "We own boats."

"Huh?" I said, using all of my flair for the English language.

She laughed.

"It is kind of a thing," said Nickie. Then she stopped talking long enough to roll through a pretty damn impressive orgasm.

Nickie is fun.

"Bob has never been comfortable owning yachts," said Nickie. "He owns boats. Therefore, when you accept the job, you are a boat broker."

"What job?" I said, and she laughed.

"Their full-time boat broker, of course," said Nickie. "You have been assimilated into their world."

For some reason that had me rolling through what might have been the biggest orgasm of my life.

It took me a bit to recover, especially given Nickie never stopped bouncing. I think her twisting my nipples contributed, too.

"Why would they need a full-time boat broker?" I asked. She just laughed.

"OK," I said. "What would it pay?"

She named a figure that, well, pushed me through another orgasm.

"That's nuts," I said, once I recovered.

"Why?" said Nickie.

"That's too much!" I said.

"That's just the base," said Nickie. "You also get 1% of each purchase price."

"This boat had to cost over a hundred million dollars!" I said.

"Closer to 400," said Nickie.

"That would be a $4 million commission!" I shouted. "How often do they even buy a boat this size?"

Now she can't stop laughing.

"Well," said Nickie. "You'd be buying for the entire family, so no more than a dozen."

I know I just started.

"That's one a month!" I said. She laughed again.

"That was per month," she said. "And this is kind of small."

"Now you're just punking me," I said. "I get it. Make fun of the black chick."

"No one would ever punk you," said Nickie, with some heat. "Our world is just different. It is. That's couch cushion money to this family and they simply love to share it."

"Um, Nickie," I said. "You suggested a commission over a half billion a year."

"Yep," she said.

OK, we rolled through that one together. That's when Jakkob ran up. I have no idea why, but just as he slid to a stop, he came all over both of us.

We consider that a win.

"Sophia offered me a job!" said Jakkob. "As a wine broker. The money is simply insane."

He was a little confused why we were both laughing.

Then he joined us.

It. was. amazing.

I got the strangest message

Morgon here. I got an email from someone in San Francisco. She said she had negotiated to purchase the San Francisco school district but needed my help to close the deal. I'd approached them several times without success, so I admit I am pretty excited about it, even given the unusual circumstances. I'm on my way to meet with the author of the email now. I actually had to look her up since it wasn't a name that registered with me.

Her name is Chelsi. You might remember her from when Camron and Akira learned to play bridge. She is Diina and Jakkob's daughter. I admit, the terms of the deal are perfect. Fair for them, fair for us. She's also negotiated for almost every surrounding suburban school district, with a clause that we close the San Francisco deal first. She mentioned that she had done all the negotiations over the phone and via email and the final meeting was in person which was why she needed my help.

You see, Chelsi is 1.

Crazy, huh. OK, maybe not that crazy in our world. Have you met Tia? Have you met any of us?

But 1 is unusual even for us.

Chelsi said she was available now and both her parents are home, so I just landed in front of their apartment building. I made it quick, so there wasn't much of a disturbance. I sent the plane off to the nearest Target. I walked upstairs and knocked on their apartment door. Her dad, who I know is Jakkob, opened the door.

"May I help you?" he said. "Selling girl scout cookies perhaps? I do love Thin Mints."

OK, I laughed.

"They are good," I said. "But not why I'm here. My name is Morgon. I'm the director of education programs for the US for the country of Dionysus. I report to Pari, our Minister of Education."

"Of course you are," he said. I appreciated that there wasn't even a hint of disbelief in his voice.

Kind of rare.

"Come in," he said, turning to his side.

His profile is spectacular. It is. Particularly given when I said the word Dionysus, he started to get hard.

He's fully hard now. As I moved around him, I admit, I pointedly looked at his cock.

"Good thing I'm 9," I said.

He moaned. I moaned. There was another moan.

Diina.

I moaned again. Just a lot of moanin' here.

"To what do we owe the honor of such an important representative of Dionysus?" asked Diina. Just then Chelsi toddled into the room.

"Yeah, yeah, toddled," she said. "Tryin' my best."

Well sure.

"I invited her," said Chelsi. "I need her help closing the deal to buy the San Francisco school system and the suburban districts, too."

For some reason, her parents stared at her for a bit. Finally Diina turned back to me.

"Is she serious?" she asked. "Oh my God. I just asked you if our 1-year-old daughter is buying a school district."

"Districts," I said. "Plural. I'll bet she forgot the one rule when you have an idea."

"No I didn't," said Chelsi, with some heat.

OK, that made me laugh, which made Chelsi laugh. Diina and Jakkob appear confused. I wonder why.

"Listen," I said. "It's dinner time. Have you made dinner yet?" Jakkob shook his head no.

"I was just about to start," he said. Oh God, that made me happy. Jakkob was going to make dinner.

"I think I love your family," I said. Diina laughed.

"He's a better cook than I am," she said, with a smile.

"They're both great fucks though," said Chelsi. "You'll be a great dessert for them."

Back to moaning.

"Chelsi," said Diina. "That's not appropriate." OK, Chelsi and I laughed again.

"Sure it is," we both said, and she shouted it with such glee.

"OK, parental decision time," I said.

"Oh hell, kiss her," said Diina.

So I did. She's damn good at it. I might need new shorts.

Chelsi laughed and ran into the other room.

"These arrived a few days ago," said Chelsi. She was holding a pair of shorts. In my size.

So I changed into them.

I think Diina and Jakkob enjoyed the view.

"Later," I said. "Very much so, but later."

Come on.

"And back to the original comment," I said. "Happily appropriate for her to have suggested a night of passion for the three of us. If there is interest, I'm in."

"And you're hoping Dad will be in too," said Chelsi, with some snark.

I just nodded. Sometimes nodding is the right approach.

"Come on," said Chelsi. "I made reservations at The Snug. Michelin rates it highly and the ambiance looks great."

I still think her parents underestimate her.

"I'll get the diaper bag," said Diina.

Chelsi snorted.

"Can we all just acknowledge that I don't need a diaper bag or diapers?" said Chelsi. "They're annoying. Buy me some damn panties."

With that, Chelsi stripped off her shorts, took off her diaper, and pulled her shorts back on. Not sexy. She's 1.

Just pragmatic.

"Let's go," said Chelsi, who walked over and stood by the door.

"Come on," she said. "I don't have the motor skills to turn the knob yet."

But hey, run school districts? I think she needs an aide.

"I think I need an aide," she said. "I'm thinking Dono."

"Dono doesn't even talk!" said Diina. Chelsi waited her out.

"Oh yeah," said Diina, in such a deep voice. "Dono's fun. But nothing can happen." That last one came out in her mom voice.

"Mom," said Chelsi in a pitch perfect preteen whine. "Not yet."

Not yet.

Jakkob opened the door and Chelsi held up her arms in the universal pick me up signal.

"If we want to get there this century, someone needs to carry me," said Chelsi. "Toddling, you know."

So I picked her up. She snuggled her head under my chin.

"You smell good," she said. OK, not creepy, but I get how you might have gone there.

The Snug is great. Highly recommended. But let's get back to the conversation. For some reason, Diina and Jakkob are still a little confused.

"So here's the deal," said Chelsi. "Dionysus is good for the world. I know you believe that. I was headed towards an education where I did preschool, then kindergarten, etc. The traditional American education program. I would have fucking hated it."

"Language," said Diina, Jakkob, and me.

Jakkob said it with such glee.

"Pay off later when you're naked," said Chelsi, with a smirk.

"You did that on purpose," said Jakkob.

Chelsi is just laughing and laughing.

"OK," said Diina. "Can someone explain what is going on?"

I just looked at Chelsi and waited. She laughed again.

"I already explained it," said Chelsi. "I need a Dionysus school system. You like it here. Hell, I like it here." She paused, but no one took the bait and she smiled and continued.

"So I reached out on behalf of Dionysus to the local school superintendent. He kept suggesting meetings, but I let him believe I wasn't local, and did the entire thing over the phone. Apparently there is a quirk in the laws for San Francisco and all the area school districts, that a private company can take over an individual school under the charter program. So I negotiated a fair price for them all. Then I spoke to each nearby district and leveraged the San Francisco agreement. I got as far south as Monterey and as far north as Salinas."

"What?" I said. "All of Silicon Valley?"

"Yeah," said Chelsi. "They were pretty easy. You already own Palo Alto and Stanford. The others were damn near willing to give me there schools. I can go farther and shift inland, but this is a good start. It's 83 school districts."

OK even I am just staring at Chelsi now.

"OK," I said. "Roll'em up. You don't need to meet with them. Let the acquisition team do it."

I pulled her new phone out of my pocket. Come on, you know I brought her a phone.

"Contacts are all in the phone," I said. "Just text the acquisitions team. Do you have a spreadsheet?"

"Do I look like they let me use the computer?" said Chelsi. Then she tapped the side of her head.

"Perfect," I thought. "Just bring up the text app and tap the picture of a brain. Then think of the list."

Chelsi was quick. She had all that done in about 20 seconds and then folded the phone back up and set it down.

"I'd like Macaroni and Cheese please. The lobster mac. It is supposed to be outstanding," said Chelsi. "Did you bring my passport?"

"Sure," I said.

"Then I'd like a nice IPA. Let's see the menu," said Chelsi.

"Yeah, no," I said. "You have to be four. It pisses off Tia, too."

"Did you say four?" said Jakkob. "She has to be four before she can drink beer?"

"Yes, but we don't own the restaurant, so it couldn't be here," I said. Chelsi picked up her phone and sent another text.

Then she laughed.

"A girl has to be prepared," she said.

"Did she just buy this restaurant?" asked Jakkob. "Now I have officially lost it. I just asked if our toddler bought a restaurant."

"I bought 83 school districts," said Chelsi. "A restaurant isn't a stretch."

Just then a man that I am guessing is the manager came literally running to our table. He looked us over and turned to Diina.

"I just wanted to introduce myself. I understand you're the new owner," he said. "I am Maury."

Then he bowed.

"Not me," said Diina. He looked a little confused but looked at the rest of us and focused on me.

"You?" he asked. I just shook my head no. He finally turned to Jakkob.

"This is quite confusing," said Maury. "Is your name Chelsi?"

We all pointed at Chelsi. She laughed and laughed.

"I am still confused," he said. Just then Chelsi got a text.

"Wow," she said, after unfolding her phone into a tablet. That confused Maury, too. "They rolled them all up already. We've got a busy few weeks."

"Huh?" said Maury. Chelsi looked up at him.

"Yes," said Chelsi. "I bought the restaurant as part of a portfolio for the Kingdom of Dionysus. However I will be very much a silent owner and will look for you to lead."

"Am I being punked?" said Maury.

"No," said Diina. "She's serious. She'll be too busy running school districts."

Just then the door opened and Pari walked in.

Everyone knows Pari. She's pretty freaking famous. It is pretty public that she's engaged to Bob and Amy, so there is that. She walked over and pulled out a chair at the table and sat down.

Maury is just staring at her.

"He doesn't believe I bought the restaurant," said Chelsi.

"You did?" said Pari. "Awesome." Pari then ordered a bottle of wine that would make his month.

"So I hear we bought a few school districts," said Pari.

"You did?" I said. "That just happened."

Pari just nodded at Chelsi.

"Where were you?" I asked.

"Nibiru," said Pari, with a smile.

"Damn," I said. Pari just nodded. Chelsi laughed.

"Mom just loves cum," said Chelsi. "I'm pretty confident it was her craving when she was pregnant."

Diina laughed and nodded.

"Chelsi, you're very powerful," I said. "Probably time to share with your parents."

"Really?" said Chelsi. "You're calling me out?"

I just raised my eyebrows and she laughed again.

"OK," she said, in a perfect preteen whine.

"Mom, Dad," said Chelsi. "I can do things that are somewhat unexpected. For example, I can telepathically communicate with some people, like Pari, that are also powerful."

Both parents just stared at her.

Chelsi looked around to make sure no one was watching and held out her hand. The pepper shaker floated over to her.

"Those are the only two I know," said Chelsi.

"Might be all you can do," said Pari. "But I doubt it.

"It's not like I can fly," said Chelsi. I just looked at Pari and she laughed.

"Hold up," said Chelsi, in the cutest voice. "I can fly?"

"Probably," said Pari.

"How?" said Chelsi.

"Perhaps we won't teach you that in a restaurant," said Pari.

"Point taken," said Chelsi. "Anything else?"

"Well..." said Pari. "You can likely breathe underwater. If you can fly, you can probably fly all the way to the space station. You don't need much oxygen."

"But I'd explode when I left the atmosphere!" she said.

"The fact that you know that is impressive, but, no, you wouldn't," I said.

"Oh, this is cool," said Chelsi.

"Yeah," I said, with Pari.

"Jinx!" shouted Pari. Pari did not wait for later. Pari came and sat on my lap facing me.

It was one hell of a kiss.

"Excuse me," said Maury, just as we stopped vibrating. "I believe you are Pari?" He held out a small package.

"This was delivered for you last week. We thought it was a mistake," he said. He handed it to Pari who tore it open.

Two fresh pairs of shorts. One in my size. One in her size. Pari hopped up and skinned off her shorts. It took her a moment to unsnap and unzip the new ones.

No one seemed to mind. I didn't want to distract from the show, so I waited until she was dressed.

And did the same thing.

Come on. You knew I would. You just knew it.

Dinner was raucous and fun and then we went back to Diina and Jakkob's apartment.

Pari and I were both dessert.

Repeatedly. Sure, I made their apartment a consulate. No, Chelsi doesn't need it yet.

But I've got to come check out her progress, right? And Diina and Jakkob will be there.

Yum.

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