29 May 2023

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Damn straight I'm proud

Hi, this is Nicolo. I'm proud of a lot of things, but right now I'm talking about Pride with a capital P. I'm on my way to a meeting with Shawn, who is the partnership coordinator for NYC Pride. I live here and I'm proud. I've known since I was really little that I like boys. You've read about my family. You have to know that us kids were experimenting pretty damn young. I liked it all. But it isn't just about who you have sex with, it is about who you are. Let's use Bob as an example. If you're reading this, you started at the beginning of the journal. If you didn't, stop right now and do that. Not only is their origin story fun, but it is also one hell of an unbelievable fairy tale.

Says the guy that got swept up into it. Yay!

Sorry, but it was a yay moment. With an exclamation point. Heck, I'm number 268 in the journal. Right before my sister, Nova. No real need to mention Nova, but you're welcome.

Anyway. Hayden has been a sponsor of NYC Pride for a long time, but I wanted to get more personally involved. We have more than just money, although there is plenty of that. We have access to technology they won't. Bathrooms. Let's just talk bathrooms. We can float them down from the sky. We can do the same with food, but I have a different idea there. I'm open-minded. I talked to Morgan and Chris, and they told me I have a blank check. Given the assets of Hayden, I could pay for all of NYC Pride and buy Manhattan.

Manhattan would be nice. It's so different than Austin, but great in different ways. But I don't think I need to own it.

I could predict the conversation with Bob and Amy.

"Hi guys," I'd say. "I bought Manhattan."

"That's nice," says Amy.

"Why do you have clothes on?" asks Bob.

And then I wouldn’t, and things would go in a different direction. It's not that they're nonchalant about that much money. Not at all. They strongly believe that if anyone close to them does something like that, then it will work out just fine. They have that level of confidence in all of us.

I could freaking buy Manhattan, if I thought it was a good idea. Now, they would be counting on my doing an in-depth analysis, with financials, and likely involving the best and brightest of NYU's business school and I would have done that. Except Ruby. Ruby doesn't analyze anything. She feels it. No one ever goes against something that Ruby feels. You'd lose. Tomas once told me that they absolutely never fight because what would be the point? In the end, Ruby would have been right.

Ruby's not cocky about it. As she puts it, it just is. She can't control it. Others do it too, but not often with big bets. Amy, for sure. Bob bought a country and that turned out pretty well. Zao bought Lebanon. I could buy a country. Do I want a country?

I might be on a tangent. I do like the Turks and Caicos.

I got to the Pride offices and the first thing I thought was that they needed to move. I won't say it was a shithole. I'll just think it. I actually appreciate it though, because that means they want their donations to go to the event. Before I went in, I texted the real estate group and ensured there was room in Hayden Tower. I had a plan B, though, which I went ahead and did, because I was pretty confident they wouldn't go for Plan A. They might be in a shithole, but it is in Hell's Kitchen, which is a perfect place for them to be.

Shawn met me in the lobby and was so darn nice. I suspect that word will fit everyone I meet. We went up to their offices, which was basically a room that was way too small, with a haphazard assortment of what used to be desks. None would be considered a useable desk in a prison. I'd warned him that I was 12, but once the word Hayden came out, he was quite open to chatting. Or maybe it was Dionysus.

You get the idea.

"So what can I do for you today?" asked Shawn. Who is cute. Damn. I'd made myself a promise to not fuck with the people involved in Pride. It is going to be tough. It isn't just about the fact that Shawn is cute. It is his passion.

"I'm going to be cliche and turn that question around. I have resources that can help and want to find out how we can best provide them to your organization," I said.

"Can you give me an idea what you mean?" he said.

"It is a pretty long list, but I'll share some ideas," I said. "First, we have bathrooms. Actual bathrooms, not portapotties. We can drop them in place anywhere in the city on short notice." Shawn laughed.

"Well, that's a good one," said Shawn.

"Better than you think," I said. "After someone uses it, it automatically cleans and disinfects the entire bathroom. In case anything was spilled." That really set him off laughing.

"Dionysus thinks of everything, don't they?" said Shawn. I shouldn't have, but it just popped out.

"Well, we pretty much fuck everywhere," I said, smiling. Shawn just smiled and rolled with it. Well done, Shawn.

"We would also like to involve local food trucks," I said.

"Oh, the food trucks love Pride," he said.

"Yes, but they'd like it even better if we made everything free," I said.

"Free?" he choked out.

I just nodded. Again he shook it off. I like Shawn.

"Well, those two are great," he said.

"Not done," I said, laughing.

"We want to offer two nights at Madison Square Garden for a free concert. It would be broadcast world-wide, live. The tickets would be via lottery, but the suites you could auction," I said. "Free food too."

"Well, that's great, but how would we get people to perform?" said Shawn.

"I've already lined up Orlando, Grace, Gina, Halsey, Camila, Khalid, Willie Nelson, Elton John, and Barry Manilow," I said.

"Barry Manilow?" he said, and I laughed.

"Trust me," I said. "He puts on one hell of a show. On Saturday afternoon, we thought we'd do a Broadway show medley at the Garden. Three hours long. Fifteen minutes per show. Twelve shows."

He just stared at me.

"I was going to ask if you could do that, but you wouldn't have said it if you couldn't do it, would you?" he said, and I smiled.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"A private party on Ellis Island and another at the Intrepid Air and Space Museum. Hosted by the Royal family. Half the tickets auctioned, half in a lottery," I said.

"Well sure, hosted by the Royal family," he said, starting to get a little overwhelmed.

"That's my list," I said. "What else do you truly need?"

"Volunteers. Lots of them," he said. "It is our single biggest challenge."

"Well," I said. "I do have 1.1 million volunteers available nearby." That threw him, but I saw the lightbulb turn on.

"School kids," he said. "Their parents would never allow it."

"Their parents would be disappointed if they didn't volunteer," I said. "You don't realize how many people in the New York metro area support your cause now. Every single parent of a school age child knows that their kid is fucking away at school, within the age rules, and that a lot of that sex is same sex. We have millions in our school system now. We have a few that don't do anything yet, and more power to them. We have a few that are asexual, and more power to them too. Almost all the rest are bi."

"Bi. Millions of them," he said.

"Oh yeah," I said. "More accurately pan, but you get my point. And I'm a product of the school system." I hit him with my best smile but pulled it back a bit. In other words, I just edged him. Hey, you want to make a point.

"And in your world, it would be legal for me to just come out and ask if you'd like to fuck," said Shawn.

"Listen, I made a pact with myself to not fuck anyone involved in the event," I said. "Yet. Maybe after. But the answer to your question is yes, it would not only be appropriate, but it would also be encouraged. Heck, if this office were in Dionysus, you'd be fucking me on this desk right now."

"I think I would enjoy Dionysus," he said.

"Everyone does," I said.

"Let's come back to something," he said. "You said they're all bi. You don't have straight and gay people out of millions of kids." I explained the spectrum to him.

"So I might be at the gay end," he said.

"Unlikely," I said. "Seriously. I know you find it hard to believe, but if you take off all the stigma, all of it, and as they grow up, kids see and are involved in sex with everyone, they don't think of straight or gay or bi or anything. Sex is fun. Some have innies. Some have outies. One goes in the other. All of us have innies. All of us can have outies with the right toys. So yes, virtually everyone is bi."

"And you're not just talking the kids," he said. "Everyone." I just nodded. Sometimes it is fun to nod.

"King Bob," he said, and I nodded.

"Orlando, Hunter, Tomas," he said. I nodded.

"Amy, Leslie, Nova, Chris, Pari, Ruby," he said. I nodded and laughed.

"Very much so," I said. "I'm going to be blunt as an example. Last night we had some friends over. It was Luke, Cassie, Cassie's sister and brother-in-law, Hunter, Hallie, Leslie, Nova, and me. Everyone in one room, on the wrestling mat, for hours and hours. Every single one of them fucked me. I fucked them all. Nova twice. Nova's pretty hot."

"Eight," he said. I had to count and laughed. Then I nodded.

"And twice with your sister," he said.

I nodded more vigorously.

"You people are weird," he said.

"No, we're not," I said. "That's the entire point. This event wouldn't exist in our world. It wouldn't need to exist in our world. It's just stupid."

I might have put a little heat into that last statement because I got a standing ovation from the room. Shawn waved them all over and ran through everything we discussed, quite quickly and quite well. Including the sex.

"So you're saying we'd be having sex here in the office. Just right on desks," said a gorgeous young woman. "And I could just walk up to you and ask if you would please fuck me?"

"Well, you said please, so yes, that would have worked, with damn near anyone," I said. They ran through examples and the answer was always yes.

"This is crazy," she said. "I'm a lesbian, but I really want you to fuck me."

"Me too," came a chorus from most of the women. Then Shawn laughed and all the men rolled through "me too" as well.

"Perhaps we'll have to have a post-event party, with the Royal family," I said. I think a solid third of the people in the room just rolled through an orgasm.

Including Shawn.

"Sorry," I said to Shawn.

"Not sorry," he laughed.

The gorgeous young woman is Meriel. She really is stunning. I might be rethinking my rule.

"You're thinking about a threesome with Shawn and me," said Meriel.

"No," I said to her surprise. "I'm thinking of a foursome. You'll like my sister."

"Your sister that is the superintendent of schools," said Shawn. I just nodded.

"And you know she'd join us?" said Meriel.

"You weren't listening, or you just can't believe it," I said. "Usually the latter. Your minds are not open enough to how our world works. Listen, I know I'm a kid. Nova's a kid. But we're both adults too. We both have two PhDs. We're smart. We're motivated. We're passionate. We fucking help people. That's our lives. And yes, intertwined with it all is nearly non-stop sex. We don't have meetings. We have meetings/orgies. We know you have to do the meeting first because if you don't, you never have the meeting. Putting the meetings first is also good because meetings are really short in our world. There is an orgy after every meeting. No one is going to waste time. Then again, we don't meet much because all of us can do damn near anything. I thought about buying Manhattan this morning."

"So yes," I said. "I'm confident of Nova's interest."

I am pretty sure the entire room moaned.

"Your sister is simply adorable," said Cat. "Then again, you are too, and I am a confused lesbian."

"She'd be happy to be your whisperer," I said, softly. Which led to me explaining a whisperer.

"Would you be for me?" asked Deandre. I smiled at him but was careful.

"Sure," I said. "For anything you'd like to try. Men, women, goats."

That got me a look as you can imagine.

"I was kidding about the goats," I said. "Let's focus. After the event, everyone is invited. We'll have a post-Pride party. A triple P."

With that, we got to work.

I confused the organizers of Pride

I've been spending a lot of time at the Pride offices, doing anything I can to help. I am also the object of intense curiosity. Everyone is getting a little more comfortable asking me pretty blunt question, knowing I'll be just as blunt with my answer. I have blanket agreement of the entire extended family to be honest and blunt about them too. It is not exactly a secret. Pari is married to Amy and Bob. That sent a message, don't you think?

They're also incredible together. Then again, Nova and I will marry one day. We're open to a third or fourth too, but if it is just us, we're comfortable with that.

Have you seen Nova? Sorry, that was a joke and it fell flat. Yes, Nova is gorgeous, but she is the whole package. Yeah, maybe we overuse that, but it applies.

Shawn just came up and sat down.

"I'm confused and struggling," he said. "Can I talk to you about it?"

"Sure," I said, giving him my full attention. "What's up?"

"I have lived my entire life, since I was really little, believing I was gay. I have a lot of friends that were girls, but my attractions were always guys," said Shawn. "And I'm good with that. I love being part of this organization and what you're doing to help us is amazing."

He kind of wound down. I think he expected me to jump in, but I waited him out. He needed to wrap his head around this.

"I'm finding myself with feelings for Meriel," he said. "I'm even fantasizing about her. I don't get it."

"So what's the problem? Ask her out," I said. "Go to dinner and a movie. See what develops."

"But she's a lesbian," he said.

"If you recall, she did ask me to fuck her," I said. That threw him.

"Yeah, she did," he said. He sat there for a bit, and I let him think it through.

"I don't have the nerve to do it," he said.

"With your permission, I am happy to inquire on your behalf," I said. How formal was that!

"You'd do that?" he said. I waited. "I guess you wouldn't have offered, would you? Yeah, please do."

"Hey, Meriel," I shouted. "When you have a minute, I need to chat, please." She hopped up and came over. She sat down between the two of us.

"With Shawn's permission, of course," I said. "Would you like to go out to dinner with Shawn and then wake up to breakfast in bed with him?"

"I thought you'd do it in private! And be more subtle!" he said.

Meriel just broke up laughing and Shawn melted into himself.

"No, no," said Meriel. "Don't look that way. I'm laughing because I've wanted to ask you out since the day we met Nicolo. I just didn't have the nerve. I've never been with a man, but I cannot stop thinking about spending the night with you."

They both turned to me.

"But we literally do not know what to do," said Meriel.

I think I am going to have to break my rule.

"You both need a whisperer," I said, reminding him of what that was.

"But we don't know anyone that knows how to do any of that," said Meriel.

"We need someone that is bi," said Shawn.

Which is when they both turned and looked at me.

"OK," I said. "We'll need Nova too. We'll have to do it at our house."

So much for my rule.

We'll come back to that story.

Volunteers, volunteers

Volunteers was not our problem. We have plenty of them. Our problem is the event is a lot bigger than it has ever been. Think it through. There are 1.1 million kids in our school system. All of which are comfortable with the continuum. All of which want to support the cause.

As do their families.

Last year the event was huge. Two million people. Now, even assuming some crossover from year to year, we were likely adding another couple million.

We underestimated.

Over the course of the weekend, 14 million people participated. Yes, we have the technology to count them. Sure, some came for the free food, but it was a party that 14 million attended and there were zero issues. Zero. We had a few protestors show up, so I put in a program that if anyone showed up to protest, a member of the royal family greeted them with a beer and a hot dog and talked to them. They might still protest, and we'd ensure they safely could, but many would join the fun. I'll let Jessica tell a story.

I just don't get it

I don't understand discrimination in any form. You're bi? Yay. You're black, white, brown, or purple? I'll be your friend. What does pigmentation have to do with anything? Now you're thinking, sure, sure, good for Jessica, but in my case I literally don't understand it because I do not, in any way, in our culture, live it. We're just nice. That's the undertone of everything in our world. If you're nice to us, we're nice to you. If you're not nice to us, we're still nice to you. That's the way we live, and we don't really know any other way. Bill and I were born into it. We came post-Dionysus. It is all we know.

Anyway, back to the story. I got a message of a mother, father, and two kids with some pretty awful signs, ironically at the park at NYU. I was up near Central Park, so a JetsonCar dropped down to run me over. How annoying. Having to take a JetsonCar when it would have been much faster for me to have just flown over. Not in my plane. You get it. Flown over. We're still not sure the world is ready for that and when we think they are, I'm wearing a cape. Yes, they've seen it in the movies -- after all, I was in the last Avenger movie -- but everyone assumes that was CGI.

Like we need CGI.

Anyway, the JetsonCar dropped me off and I walked over to the family. There are four of them, so I brought a picnic basket. It's pretty big, and pretty heavy, but not to me. It is just a floatin', although that's not obvious. I walked right up.

"Hi," I said. "I brought us all lunch. I thought we could sit down and chat."

"Who the fuck are you?" said the mom. The girl snorted.

The snort is kind of expected. Hell yes, I waited her out until she laughed.

"Mom," said the girl, in a pitch perfect whine. "This is Princess Jessica. I'll bet if you shut up and sit down, we'll pull a wine bottle out of that basket that will rock your world. Then again, I'd love her to rock my world in a totally different way."

I shouldn't have. I really shouldn't have. It was inappropriate.

And hilarious. I hit her with a tingle. I overshot. OK, I didn't, but it sounds better.

She was writhing on the grass for a bit.

The mom's reaction surprised me, although maybe it shouldn't anymore.

She moaned. The father moaned.

Their son moaned deep and long.

Oh. Got it.

"You don't go to our schools," I said, stating a fact in which I was pretty confident.

"No," spit out the girl. "They think it will turn us gay."

"Um, she moaned when I made you cum," I said.

"I never!" said the mom.

"Mom, stop it," said the boy. "You damn well did and so did Dad and he is freaking hard as a rock."

Well, he is. Impressively so.

"Let's back up," I said. "I'm Jessica. Would you at least share your names?"

"I'm Lilly, he's Lincoln," said the girl. "I'm 11 and Lincoln is 12. These confused adults are our parents, Daphne and Everett."

Who appear to be mute. OK, I'll pull out my secret weapon, although it only works if they like wine.

It appears they do.

"That's over $200,000 in wine," said Daphne. "In two bottles."

"Sure," I said. "Let's open them both." I reached into my basket and pulled out a corkscrew and did just that. I handed the two adults a glass and then a glass each to the kids. I pulled out the last glass and poured myself a sip of the red and tasted it.

Damn, that's good.

"You can't drink!" said Daphne.

I admit, I laughed. Lincoln laughed. Lilly laughed.

"Dad," said Lincoln. "If Jessica wanted, we could all strip and I could pound her doggy-style. Assuming she has an exception, which I am willing to bet she does."

"Oh yeah," I said, a few octaves lower. Hey, he's cute.

"You'd be arrested!" shouted Everett.

I don't think it helped that I laughed, and Lincoln and Lilly joined in.

"Dad," said Lilly. "We're on the campus of NYU. This is a Dionysus school. Their rules apply."

I don't think it helped either adult that they both moaned.

"I sense a little confusion," I said, to laughter from Lincoln and Lilly.

"Ya think?" said Lilly.

I pulled out a blanket and spread it out. I admit, I made sure I bent over a lot, with my ass facing them, because I damn well knew it pulled my little shorts up tight, likely giving them a great pussy shot. Panties? What are those?

Yeah, lots of hard cocks and nipples when I sat down. I doubt it helped that I am sitting crisscross, given the booty shorts rode up. A lot.

"This is wrong," said Daphne. Then she took a sip of her wine and swooned a bit.

It is damn good wine. I took a sip of mine and just sat there. OK, I shifted around a bit, which just made my pussy more obvious. I know, all the bullshit about my beauty, but I do have a nice pussy. Just a slit with a little bit of definition and a big sensitive clit. I think I inherited Mom's clit. Can you inherit a clit?

I think you can.

Everett kept looking and then looking away. Back and forth. Then he put his face in his palm and rubbed his eyes a bit.

"Let me guess," I said. "With no disrespect intended in anyway. You belong to a church that exhorts that our lifestyle is wrong."

"Exhorts?" said Lilly. "Really?"

I smiled at her and held it.

We watched her thrash for a bit on the blanket.

"Damn," said Everett, a bit under his breath. Daphne stared at him with fire in her eyes. This is when you just wait. It took a bit.

"That was fucking hot," said Daphne, softly.

"Language!" shouted Lilly and Lincoln with such glee. Then Lilly looked at me. I knew why. I just raised my eyebrows.

"Jinx!" shouted Lilly. Then she just mowed Lincoln down and ended up sitting on his legs. More accurately, sitting square on his cock. She wiggled a little and settled in.

With his hardening cock between her ass cheeks.

"May I kiss you, please?" said Lilly, to Lincoln. Daphne and Everett are just watching. The looks on their faces blended so many emotions. Shock, revulsion.

Delight.

"For you I have no boundaries," said Lincoln. Lilly leaned over and we watched that kiss for a solid five minutes. Lilly mewed through at least three orgasms.

"Oh no," said Lincoln. I understood. Lilly understood and moved surprisingly fast. She got up on her knees and pulled her shorts to the side with her right hand. With her left hand she pulled Lincoln's shorts underneath his cock. A nice thick uncut cock. She lifted it up quickly and sat right down on it.

"Ouch!" yelped Lilly, just as Lincoln clearly erupted in her. She sat there for a moment and then I realized.

Kegels.

He clearly hardened again inside her and she started slowly bouncing up and down on him. Everett and Daphne are just mesmerized.

That's when Lilly whipped off her top.

To moans from Daphne and Everett. Lilly waved them over and they moved and sat crisscross, one on each side. Lilly took one of Everett's hands and put it on her gorgeous A cup breast. Then she took Daphne's hand to her clit.

I think their primal brain took right over. Everett played with her nipple. Daphne played with her clit. Then Lincoln pulled their other hands to his nipples.

It felt like a good time for me to leave. I left the picnic basket and wine with them.

My work is done.

I brought in the expert

Nicolo here. I'm backing up to some earlier stories, since, well, they're fun. It is exciting to see people open up their lives and minds to new experiences. Let me start with one of my favorites. The organization maintained their volunteer lists and hours on a spreadsheet.

We offered over 1.4 million volunteers.

That does not work in a spreadsheet. So we needed someone to help us with the technology. So I reached out to Rylee and one of her partners. A damn good looking guy.

Ah, you went to Bob, didn't you? He would have, but he was already volunteering.

Colby.

The dude rocks. In oh so many ways. His seventh birthday opened up so much.

So much.

We're meeting at the offices, with Shawn and Meriel. We walked in together and over to a beat up conference table.

"Hi," said Colby. "I'm Colby. I'm here to show you the volunteer tech we developed." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and unfolded it, but into more of a laptop shape, and set it on the table. Then he pointed at the TV on the wall.

"Your phone turns into a laptop," said Meriel.

"Sure," said Colby. "Nicolo, you should give them all phones."

Just then Nancy walked up with a box.

"This just arrived for you Nicolo," said Nancy. It's a big box.

Full of phones.

Which made Colby and me laugh.

"I wonder who sent them?" I said. Colby shrugged.

"Someone sent you a box of phones that turn into laptops and you don't know who," said Nancy. I just shook my head no.

On the TV was a map of Manhattan.

"So each volunteer will have a watch," said Colby.

"Hold up," said Meriel. "I know this is inappropriate, but you're gorgeous."

To Colby.

Who laughed.

"Thank you," said Colby. "You'll have to come to my ninth birthday party. You both will."

"Your ninth?" said Meriel. "How old are you now?"

"7," said Colby.

"Oh my God," said Meriel. "I think I just hit on a 7-year-old."

"Sure," said Colby. "Polite and direct. You have to have heard this from Nicolo. Yes, no, or not yet. From me you got not yet. On my ninth birthday, it will change to yes."

"For both of us," said Shawn. Colby laughed.

"Sure," said Colby. "For my wives too."

"Wives?" said Meriel. "You're 7 and you have wives plural? How old are they?"

"7 and 12," said Colby. "Then again, the first is predictable given she is my twin."

"You're married to your twin sister and to a 12-year-old," said Shawn. Colby laughed again.

"Still not quite getting Dionysus yet, are we?" said Colby. "When's your wedding?"

"We're not, um, a, um," said Meriel. Her sentence just kind of petered out.

"Holy shit," said Shawn. "We should get married."

"What?" said Meriel. Colby and I just waited. Props to Shawn for waiting too.

There it is. The moan.

"But we're gay," said Meriel.

Colby laughed first. I was right behind him.

"You want me to fuck you so bad," said Colby.

Both of them blushed which just made Colby laugh more. That's when Nylah and Karolina walked up.

"Holy shit they're gorgeous," said Shawn.

"And I'm 12," said Karolina, with a smile. "The four of us should fuck. Nylah and Colby can give us pointers. Heck, they can demonstrate."

"You know we're joining Nylah and Colby too," I said, and Karolina laughed.

"The perfect age," she said. "From 5 to infinity."

"You got that right," I said. We're the same age.

And know each other really, really well.

"So in your world a 12-year-old is fine for us," said Meriel.

"Feels like that was an open-ended question," said Nylah. "Brother or sister?"

Meriel turned bright red.

"Well, um, uh," said Meriel.

We all laughed again.

Meriel and Shawn joined in.

"I have a 12-year-old sister, Yoselin," said Meriel. "We're really close."

"And I have a 12-year-old brother, Cullen," said Shawn. "We're also close."

"Do they go to our schools?" I asked.

"Yes," they both said. Meriel shouted it with such glee, then they looked confused.

"Good grief," said Colby "Kiss each other like this."

He kissed Nylah. It was impressive as hell. I learned three new things.

Meriel and Shawn just stared with open mouths.

"I learned six new things," said Meriel.

"Seven," said Shawn.

"I didn't learn any," said Karolina, with a little smirk.

"Let's get back on track," said Colby. "If they don't have one, we'll issue a watch to volunteers. That way we can track them. If they're one of our students, they already have the watch."

"Can we stick with our getting married for a minute," said Shawn.

"And our brother and sister," said Meriel. Gravelly voice there, Meriel.

"Do you volunteer at their schools?" asked Karolina. They both shook their heads no.

"A good place to start," said Nylah. "In the wrestling room."

OK we giggled. We're kids.

"The wrestling room?" said Shawn.

"The wrestling room," said Meriel, about 43 octaves deeper.

Their joint moan drew a crowd.

It was kind of loud.

"We're going to the wrestling room with my sister and his brother!" said Meriel with such glee.

Yes, glee.

I'm inferring who the two people that just walked up are.

Looking flushed.

And holding hands.

"Feels like a break is in order," said Nylah, laughing. "We have an apartment near here. Let's all adjourn to the apartment and fuck."

"Sounds like a plan," said Yoselin. "But first can we clear up that all four of us are getting married?"

Everyone in the entire office yelled yes.

Yoselin just shouted the jinx.

"Is there a post-Pride party?" asked Yoselin.

"A triple P," I said, with a laugh.

Yoselin hopped up on a desk to moans from, well, everyone. Short skirt, no panties.

You get it.

"We'll pay that off at the post-Pride party," said Yoselin. "That way we can do it naked."

The moan tsunami was strong.

The funny thing is that the Pride event itself was pretty uneventful. We'll go through a few of the specific events, but the overall Pride weekend was hugely successful.

And so freaking stupid. Why? Just why?

We're co-hosts

We're the co-hosts today of the concert in Central Park. Three of us. This is Greta. I'm here with Emma. But we're not the big draw.

That's Nova. She's the Superintendent of the Dionysus New York City school district.

Nova is beloved.

But I'm up first to introduce the first act. Here I go.

"Good afternoon New York," I said into the microphone. I've spoken to large crowds before, but the response was deafening. The crowd size is interesting. There was an expose a few years back in the New York Times about the inflation of crowd sizes. The official capacity is a little under 50,000 now.

1,432,122. Not all in the park, of course. Spilling out into the streets. You would think New Yorkers would be pissed about it blocking traffic.

Not so much. Most of them are here. OK, not most, but there hasn't been a single complaint. Now, maybe that's because all JetsonCar rides are free today. How does that matter?

They fly over the crowds.

And yes, we're sure that is accurate. Come on, you have to know that our satellites can count the people that accurately. How you ask? OK, maybe you didn't, but our satellite technology is pretty amazing.

Look at me. Our.

Yay!

I think this entry is short. It was a huge success.

As you would expect.

Volunteer pay

Nicolo here. I'm meeting with the Shawn and Meriel. Yes, at the office. Too bad. Maybe later. Oh yeah, later.

"Hi," I said. We did quick hugs and kisses. A chaste kiss is allowed.

"So," I said. "A couple things. The new furniture should arrive later in the week."

"What new furniture?" said Meriel. I just sort of waved my arms at the haphazard shit they have now.

"So you bought us furniture?" said Shawn.

"Yes," I said. "But one more important point. I bought the entire building."

"Wow," they said. They both laughed and Meriel said it.

Did I mention I said it too? Not the jinx part. The wow part.

"About that," I said. "You see, since I bought the building, I also declared it a consulate."

"So what does that mean?" said Shawn.

I pulled him in for a kiss. He kind of melted into it. We'd been through the for you I have no boundaries a long time ago, so I slid my hand into his shorts.

To stroke his cock. He might have been a little over excited and I could feel him throb.

That's when Meriel used her hip to push me out of the way. She dropped to her knees and took his shorts down, all in one smooth move.

She got his cock into her mouth just in time. He just erupted. She tried to keep up, but it started to leak.

So I licked it off.

That seemed to surprise them both and then they moaned.

"A consulate," moaned Shawn.

He got that right.

Well, I did say I'd wait until after pride. It ended yesterday. We haven't even had the PPP yet.

Which is why Meriel is bent over a desk, and I am just pounding her.

Shawn is pounding me.

Ya gotta love a train. Well, you do.

We gathered a crowd too. A big crowd. We'll just leave it that more than the three of us participated. Did I mention that while we were fucking Nova walked in?

We whispered a lot.

Especially to Meriel, Shawn, Yoselin, and Cullen.

You knew they had to be there. We thought it would be at the PPP.

It was.

Repeatedly.

Think of this as getting the first one out of the way. The first ones.

It is a good thing new furniture is coming. The old furniture took a beating.

Yay!

I look just like her

I do. We have all seen a picture of the family on their first day. No, maybe a few days later, because Queen Amy is in the picture.

And what a picture it is. Bob looking all nerdy, before he became the ripped King. He was wearing a Speedo. A small one. Orlando was so small in the picture. Well, not small everywhere. He was wearing a tiny Speedo.

The women looked fantastic. Not a top in sight. Amy's amazing breasts thrust out there, next to Morgan trying to do the same. Now, on that day Princess Morgan had fine B cups, so nothing to complain about.

Have you seen her tits recently? Damn. I dream of those tits.

It's Leslie that is a vision. She's just so damn cute. Little nipples. Just a slit with a clit.

Did I mention Leslie is naked in the picture? Now, I probably sound like I am boasting about Leslie, given I look just like her. Just like her in that picture. My name is Avia, and I am 9 years old.

Just like her. So I reached out to the world's most acknowledged expert on computer vision.

Rylee.

Now, that might sound ridiculous, to reach out to someone as prominent and powerful as Rylee. How would I even contact her?

I looked her up in the address book and it has her cell phone number. I was curious, so I looked at the Queen and King. Yep, cellphone numbers. Surely none of them, including Rylee, actually respond. It must be their assistants.

Well...

I sent a text to the phone number saying that I had a fun idea that I thought the King and Queen would love but needed her help. I asked if I could make an appointment to call her.

Call now. I'm free

I called the number expecting to still get the assistant who would politely tell me to pound sand. Oh, it is ringing.

"Hello, this is Rylee. How may I help you?" she answered. I couldn't speak for a minute, but thankfully she was patient.

I'll bet it happened a lot.

I explained that many people thought I looked like Leslie in that picture. I wanted her help to find another Orlando and Morgan. I thought we could surprise them.

Rylee burst out laughing. Fuck. This is embarrassing. Then a popup showed on my phone asking permission to switch to a video call. Well, why the fuck not. I hit the button and there was Rylee. I appeared to have interrupted her, because she was mid-orgasm. She laughed and turned the phone and I saw someone was between her legs going down on her. I couldn't see who until they looked up.

It was freaking Princess Leslie. Who screamed.

"You look just like I did!" she shouted. Well, she did. Rylee quickly explained and they both just laughed and laughed.

Still embarrassed here, folks.

"That is the best idea I have ever heard," said Leslie. "Where are you?"

I explained I was a boarding student in Chicago. They asked me my apartment number. We don't have dorm rooms. We have apartments. I share with Deluca. Deluca is talented. They try to match us with someone with a personality that fits ours and is fairly close to our age range. In my case I got Deluca who is 11.

Deluca does not look 11 particularly when he is naked. His 8-inch (20 cm) cock will fool you.

Fool me, Deluca, fool me. Sorry that was silly, but before we ended our call, I turned my phone and let them watch as Deluca slid right in.

"Have him save two for us. Twenty minutes," said Rylee, and then hung up.

"Did they mean that I get to fuck them?" asked Deluca.

"Oh, I hope so, because I'm sure as hell in," I said. Deluca laughed.

"You are a horny little thing," said Deluca. "I met a couple cool new kids today. Twins. Boy and girl from Southern Indiana. You want me to bring them home?"

I slapped him lightly on the arm and he laughed.

"I guess the answer was predictable," he said, just as he exploded all over my nipples. Just nipples, remember. Just as he did, the two of them walked in. No doorbells, never lock the door, everyone walks in. You know the drill.

"Is that for us?" asked Leslie and I just nodded.

Leslie took the top and Rylee took the bottom. I appreciated that Deluca watched closely. Both Leslie and Rylee gave him pointers and he asked a few questions. You have to enjoy an inquisitive lover. Finally I was clean and had stopped vibrating. That last part took a bit.

"Let's talk, then fuck," said Rylee. That sounds like a fine plan. Rylee opened up her laptop and brought up the photo.

"Just looking while we plan," she said. She started getting some alerts, but she ignored them.

"Ignore it," said Rylee. "Wait until the end. Much better." We chatted about how we would do it. Nothing felt natural enough. A louder alarm went off and Rylee looked back to her laptop and showed us. There were individual photos of each person from the picture. We all looked at her and I shrugged. She pointed at the picture of young Leslie and then back to me. You see, I have small mole low on my neck.

So did the picture.

Leslie screamed. Again.

"You found all five of us!" said Leslie. Rylee couldn't stop laughing.

"Well, that changes everything," continued Leslie. "It's so simple. The three of us kids take Mom and Dad to dinner. The next table, these five. Let's not tell anyone else, particularly anyone in the picture. Especially not Morgan."

Rylee and Leslie kept laughing.

"There is one problem," said Rylee. "Only two of them live in our world. Leslie, or Avia, does and so does our Morgan. Our Orlando, Bob, and Amy don't. Let me show you what I found if I limit it to our world."

Oh. No. That won't work.

"A couple other things. To look this closely, the computer gave them makeovers. Haircuts mostly, although in Amy, or Karen's case, it included coloring her hair."

Just then the computer dinged again, and a sixth picture popped up.

"You found a Chris?" screamed Leslie. "That's the day we met her for the first time. In the same sexy outfit."

"No," said Rylee. "I added the outfit. It was her school picture, at a Catholic school in Rome."

"Well, that could be a challenge," said Leslie.

"Or a perfect fit. Catholic schoolgirls, you know," said Rylee. OK, we all laughed at that.

"So what about the people not in our world?" asked Leslie. Rylee shrugged.

"We go visit them. Tell them the truth. The entire story. Show them the picture, well, maybe not that picture of Chris," I said. "Or maybe we do."

"Do we hire them?" asked Deluca, who was naked. And hard.

We took a break.

Deluca may be young, but he is well-endowed, inquisitive, and listens. We both learned things. A lot of things. He had already gotten the lesson on improving his oral skills. Rylee suggested one thing with a spatula.

I am buying a spatula.

Rylee and Leslie both coached him on making love too. He practiced on Rylee and she appeared to really enjoy it. As in the Resident Advisor came in to make sure the screams were OK.

Then he stripped. He and Leslie put on a clinic too.

Then it was my turn with Deluca. He is a changed man, let me tell you. He fumbled with the full Orlando before. Now, he is smooth and if that word could have more of the letter o, it would be more accurate.

Then the RA fucked me in the ass. Well, he did.

Squish, squish. Oh wait. Nope. Leslie had teachings for that too. It was a good thing our RA was in the room.

He might have called the police from that last scream.

I simply love this

This is Leslie. This is going to be hilarious. A lot of effort for a sight gag, but worth it. Rylee and I chatted on the way home, after some pretty athletic sex with Deluca and Avia. Seriously athletic sex, and much of it on Rylee's and my part. We are strong. Really strong. Then again, powers. Anyway, you've heard about that already, but we were going to be frequent visitors. I never did learn the RA's name.

We decided that this would only work if we were involved. People will meet with Rylee and me that might not with Avia. We needed to be on point.

So, figuring a Catholic school girl might be the toughest, we were starting in Rome. We were willing to make a big offer, although it was just rearranging timing and order. We would open a school nearby. Her name is Giana, and her parents are Enzo and Isabela. This was going to be difficult, because there were two ways we could play this. The first was easier. We just did it in a restaurant, had a good laugh, took a lot of pictures and sent everyone home. At least those not in our world.

Avia was definitely going home with us.

We landed at the airport at the FBO. We only do that if we have no other place to park, but it works. We backed off the car we brought. We brought a classic with us today. One of Dad's restomod Miuras. Remember? The ones that were not salvageable, Dad had restored with ion tech.

Yep. A flying Miura. There were 764 built. I think Dad owns them all.

It felt very Italian. We flew to near their apartment and then drove. We pulled up and there were tons of kids playing in the yard. Some were kicking a soccer ball. Others were just running around. We stood and watched for a moment. We're not very intimidating, being two teenagers in a Lamborghini. Men could never get away with just staring at a group of children playing. At least here. They could in Robertville and the vast majority of them would be naked. Then again, there would be random people having sex too. I admit, a bunch of these kids would be on my list.

Sorry. I'm a little horny. Avia and Deluca did a fine job, but, well, still horny.

It didn't help that most of the kids were still in their school uniform. Something about young kids in uniform.

I should try to focus. This wasn't the best part of Rome, but the kids were clean and happy. Sometimes we forget how important it is.

We found our way to their apartment, which was a fifth floor walkup. That had to get old. The building had an elevator, but it was out of order, and I suspect it was always out of order. Just as we were about to knock, a young girl ran up. We knew she is Giana.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"We were looking for the couple that lives here," said Rylee. Giana laughed.

"Well, that couple won't be home for about 45 minutes," said Giana. "I'm Giana. Would you like to wait inside?"

"I'm sure your parents wouldn't be OK with that," I said. All in Italian, of course. Giana laughed again.

"Well sure, who would allow royalty to just wander in their crappy apartment?" said Giana, smiling. "It happens all the time. Just the other day, King Bob dropped by, and my parents were pissed I let him in."

I'm sure our faces reflected our surprise.

"You know I'm kidding, right?" said Giana. "Although I suppose Duchess Rylee and King Bob were the only two that could have easily found me."

"Huh?" said Rylee.

"Come on!" said Giana. "I could be Chris' younger twin. That can't be a coincidence. Did you find them all?"

This kid is quick.

"Wait, wait, you did find them all," said Giana. "I have one question though."

We just waited her out and she laughed.

"Will King Bob fuck me?" she asked, as serious as could be.

"What kind of question is that?" said Rylee.

"Says the young woman who has probably been fucked hundreds of times by the King," said Giana. OK, that made us both laugh.

"Listen," I said. "You're not from our world. It doesn't work the same."

"Then fucking fix that," said Giana. "Buy my school. It's financially stressed and the diocese can't handle it anymore. They'd love to sell."

"Any thoughts on a price?" asked Leslie. Oh boy. Setting the poor girl up.

"I work in the office. I overhear things," said Giana. "Not to speak out of turn. OK, speaking out of turn. They'd gift it to you if you'd take on the responsibilities, meaning the liabilities."

"OK," said Leslie. "Approved. But we pay a fair price."

"What do you mean approved?" said Giana.

"You follow our country pretty closely, don't you?" asked Leslie. Giana laughed.

"Pretty close to stalking," she said, laughing.

"So how do young women and men get such responsibility so early?" asked Leslie.

"When they propose something, they're expected to do it," said Giana. We waited. Oh, how we waited.

"Oh, come on," said Giana. "You met me ten minutes ago and only because I look like a young Chris. You're telling me that I'm supposed to take over the school under the Dionysus school system?"

"Do you want to go to a Dionysus school?" asked Leslie.

"Fuck, yeah," said Giana. Then she laughed. "With lots of fucking."

We waited. Again.

"OK," said Giana. "I'll do it."

Good for her.

"But I still want to fuck King Bob," she said, grinning. "And I want our apartment declared a consulate."

Really?

"Hey, my mom and dad are smoking and so is my brother," said Giana. Just then the front door opened, and a young stud walked in.

"See what I mean?" said Giana. "This is my brother, Gio. You need to make this a consulate so we can fuck without risk." Gio just smiled at us and got hard. Well, it happens.

"Are you on birth control?" said Rylee.

"Catholic, remember?" said Giana. "In Rome. So no."

"Then you two have to stop until you are," I said. They both laughed.

"Like that is going to happen," said Gio, with a big smile. And a bounce of his cock.

"Yes, it is," said Rylee. "Do you want to be a father right now? Leslie's 9-year-old brother is. He has the resources to be a great dad. Do you?"

They both looked shocked.

"Listen," I said. "We get it. Sex is powerful. Sex is wonderful. Buy the school, build a wrestling room, and we'll both come back and christen it with you."

Well, we just got to watch them both cum. Sorry, dude. He just laughed.

Then I did and so did Rylee. Hell, he was hard again already.

The door opened again and in came their parents. Gio didn't even try to hide the wet spot.

Their parents smiled. We did the introductions. Isabela and Enzo. Isabela sure noticed Gio's hardon. Then again, so did Enzo.

"We wondered when someone would notice the resemblance," said Isabela. This time I am sure our faces showed shock and she laughed.

"Giana," said Enzo. "Go put on the outfit." She ran out of the room and came back quickly.

In the sheer panties and top. Hell yes we all moaned.

Then we gave the entire family a firm talking to. Then Rylee pulled condoms out of her purse. I took that as the hint to convert their apartment into a consulate. We've made it pretty easy.

Then we fucked. Yes, Gio and Enzo fucked Giana and yes we left a lot of condoms.

We didn't need the condoms. Gio and Enzo. You're picturing DP.

You would be wrong. Gio fucking me and Enzo fucking Gio. Then it got crazy. Finally we wound down.

"You'll get a delivery tomorrow," said Rylee. "Both of you will be on birth control." Isabela started to object but then got a thoughtful look.

"OK," she said. Enzo looked surprised, but pleased.

Rylee pulled out her phone and looked something up. Then she pulled a pad and pen out of her purse and wrote down a number and handed the paper to Giana.

"This is your upper limit. It's also your lower limit," added Rylee. "You have an appointment at 1000 with the bishop. He'll come to the school and pull you out of class."

Enzo and Isabel just stared. Gio smiled.

"Awesome," he said, but Enzo and Isabel were still confused.

"Giana is going to buy the school tomorrow," said Gio. "And turn it into a Dionysus school."

Hell, we all moaned.

We're off to Prague

We have to be careful because Sophia and Morgan love Prague. I could see running into them. We decided it didn't matter. We'd go for a girls' trip, just Rylee and me. Leslie here.

We signed up a room in the apartment and headed out. Guess who was staying in the master?

Guess.

Nope. Fooled ya. Maite, Jameis, Aja, and Lawrence. They insisted we join them.

Darn it. Did I sell that?

We lost a few hours. Oh well.

We did have a cock imbalance, so Maite and Aja fixed that with nice double-ended dildos. Something about Maite and Aja with cocks was a turn on. The four of them spent their entire time pleasuring us in every way imaginable. Lawrence in the back and Maite in the front. Jameis in the back, which takes some effort, and Aja in the front. You get it.

Sex. Lots and lots of sex. Finally we were just done.

We invited them to go to dinner at a place we knew. OK, never been, but you get my point. When we got there, I admit, we got looks from all four of them.

It is a shithole. I mean seriously bad. Seedy. Bad crowd. Broken down.

A shithole.

Rylee and I did our best job acting like it was special and we should look past that. I hope we don't get food poisoning. We went in and there was one harried waitress trying to do everything.

Karen.

The place is packed. Wall to wall. Such a variety of customers. Jeans and work shirt. Shorts and t-shirts. Suit and tie. Everyone knew Karen and treated her well. They were all patient, knowing she was on her own. It was not what we expected. We waited for a bit, and she finally came to seat us. There was instant recognition.

"Took you long enough," said Karen. She showed us to a table, and we all sat.

"We don't need menus," said Rylee. "Just bring us what you think we would like the best."

Well, that's bold. It was freaking amazing. The food was incredible. Simply incredible. We stayed and ate and ate until they closed for the night.

Then Karen sat down with us.

"So what's the plan?" she said. "Start with a good hairdresser or do you need to check out my tits?" With that, she lifted up her shirt.

Yep. Just like Mom's. No bra. Would you expect less? She looked at us all and pointed at Lawrence.

"You're old enough. I can cum from nipple play," said Karen.

Lawrence knocked over his chair he moved so fast. We all would have, but she had a point. Jameis got up and Karen looked up and up. And up. He's tall. It also put his impressive hard cock right at eye level for her.

We all moaned. We did patiently wait while Lawrence and Jameis got her off. For the first time.

"If we adjourned to your place, it would open things up," said Karen.

I think we all knocked over our chairs.

Just a meetin' with the bishop

But he can only move diagonally. I probably won't say that. I'd be willing to bet he's heard all the chess jokes. I was in class and there was a knock on the door. The bishop himself opened the door and asked for me.

That caused a stir in the classroom. I heard at least five people whisper the word Dionysus.

We walked down the hall and into the office and into the headmaster's conference room. He just sat there. I guess it was up to me. He finally smiled.

"I'm sorry. I always pause with someone new to wait for the inevitable joke about chess," he said. "You're the second person in a long time who didn't do it and the other person was yesterday."

"Well, I admit I thought about it," I said. "But honestly, it just isn't funny." He laughed.

"This is almost word for word what the young woman yesterday said," he laughed. "She mentioned that only Bob could get away with jokes like that. She apparently assumed I would know which Bob but given she is the Minister of Defense for the country of Dionysus, and Bob is her father, I believe she was referencing the classic dad joke."

This is not what I expected from a Bishop.

"I did not expect a funny Bishop," I said. He let out quite the belly laugh.

"We are pretty intimidating, aren't we?" he said, with a smile.

"Not really," I said, matching his smile. He laughed again.

"I like you, young lady," he said. I admit, I looked. You would have looked too. I know, scandals, but this was different. I think.

And I was curious. Yep. Hard as a rock. It reaffirmed my thinking. They told me to buy it and it was mine to run. So I was going there. I got a little more formal.

"Thank you for taking time to meet with me, sir," I said, politely. I am nothing if not polite. May I please suck you cock? Most of the boys in my class have heard that one. What a weird tangent while sitting with a Bishop.

"I am hopeful that you have an offer for us," he said. I still had the piece of paper, so I slid it across the desk to him. It felt very dramatic, and we both laughed. He picked it up and pulled out reading glasses to read it. I admit, I do like distinguished older men.

Oh God. I'm thinking about seducing the bishop.

"This offer is quite generous. Well beyond, by a significant amount, what the school is worth," he said. I am so not surprised.

"This is the offer I was provided. I was told it was both a maximum and a minimum," I said.

"Thank you. We're thrilled the school will stay open, even if it ends almost 200 years of our involvement," he said, clearly sad. Well hell, I am going there.

"I have an additional suggestion, sir," I said. He smiled and waited.

"Would you consider the church still running the school? We would still pay the full price and entirely fund the school and all those involved from the church would be on full salary at the generous pay scales of the kingdom," I said.

"How would that work?" he asked. "Would the entire program be under Dionysus rules?" I knew where he was headed.

"Yes, absolutely," I said. Well yes, it would.

"Including wrestling rooms that also allow faculty, staff, and parents?" he asked.

"Also yes," I said.

"Including those employed from the church," he asked. I think hopefully.

"So here's the deal on that one. Every employee will be offered a job. We will be brutally honest with how things work. They will also get to hear the can but don't have to speech. Which means just what it means. So, if they prefer to stay but not participate, more power to them. If they choose to leave, we will make them a generous severance offer and help them find a new role, hopefully with the church. We would continue to subsidize their full salary," I said. I was just making shit up but felt pretty confident. Everything I've read said this would all be OK. Leslie and Rylee gave me a pep talk about how I should be decisive, even on big things, because the likelihood that what I felt in my heart was correct was near 100%.

This felt right. Was I being swayed by the cute older Bishop's hard cock?

Maybe, but there ain't nothin' wrong with that. No seriously, there isn't. Hell, I've been a Dionysus citizen for less than 24 hours and I knew that.

Admittedly I learned much of this with either Rylee or Leslie telling me because the other was in the throes of another orgasm.

"So stretching the bounds of propriety, to make a point, if we accept, once it is a consulate, I would be able to politely suggest that you and I spend an afternoon in a wrestling room," he said. His cock bounced, so I am pretty sure he really did want an answer. To the affirmative. I decided to be equally blunt.

"The entire school has already been registered as a consulate, pending your acceptance of our offer. Once you do, we could immediately strip, and you could fuck me on this conference room table." I thought he'd be a bit taken aback.

He wasn't. He leaned forward and in the sexiest fucking tone I have ever heard, said two words.

"We accept," he said. I am a woman of my word. I stepped back and did a little striptease for him. Catholic girl's school uniform, remember? His moan said a lot. Then I took his hands and had him stand.

And I undressed him. Dude, you're sexy as fuck. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He didn't last long, but celibate, right? I held it all in my mouth and stood up. I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

He quite happily swallowed all the cum. It was not his first time swallowing cum.

Oh goody. He was also hard again. I pulled him over and laid back on the conference room table. It was the perfect height. He was just power fucking me and we must have gotten a bit loud. Just as he pulled out and started spraying my nipples with cum, the headmaster walked in. I did appreciate that his reaction was to close the door and start undressing.

"With both of your permission, of course," he said. We both eagerly nodded. Then I had an idea. Already my school, right?

I walked towards the door, naked and covered with cum. I turned back.

"You both need the cum of a young man too," I said. I opened the door and walked out into the school office lobby. There were a couple kids there. One I knew and he just looked shocked. The other was a young girl. Maybe 5 or 6. She walked over.

"May I lick a little off?" she asked. I just smiled and nodded. The fact that the spot she chose was my clit was fortunate, although they were going to have to get the carpet cleaned.

Oh. They being me. My school. She licked one big swipe off my left nipple and kissed it to me. It was really obvious that I had a clean spot above my clit and one nipple. The width of a tongue. A small tongue.

I walked out of the office and walked down the hall with my head high. By the time I made it to Gio's class, the only cum left was in my hair. I did ask someone to call the janitorial staff to clean up each spot where I stopped. Hey, horny.

I walked into Gio's class, and everything stopped. What, you don't see a naked 10-year-old girl come into your class every day? Covered in cum. OK, not anymore, but still sticky.

Today is the first day. Not the last.

"Excuse me," I said. "But I'll need Gio for a bit." I will tell you, his teacher, Gena, might be the single sexiest woman in the entire school. Dark hair, great figure, C cups. She reminds me a little of Sophia. Hell, Sophia is famous. Now that I think about it, with the right hair style she freaking is Sophia.

Cool. I guess I should listen to what she is about to say.

"Can I come?" she said, smiling.

"Sure," I said. I turned to the class.

"Please continue the lesson in her absence," I said. "Who is the most knowledgeable in the topic?" Every finger in the class pointed at a young woman in the front row, including the teacher's. She looked embarrassed.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Aelda," she said, shyly. I went over and kneeled down. I took her hand.

"Aelda," I said. "Starting today, things are going to change in our school, and it is likely going to be a pretty big change. You don't have to do this, but if you want to, I promise, everyone in the class will take you seriously and you will do well."

OK, I did not expect her to kiss me. With tongue.

"May I finger you to orgasm, please?" she said, with a smile. Hey, I did walk in naked and sticky.

"Not yet," I said. I held up a finger.

"Everyone in the school will go home tonight with permission slips for your parents. Feel free to spread the word. As of today, this is a Dionysus school, but your parents have to sign. If they have any questions, have them call the school and I'll help," I said.

"Who owns the school?" asked Aelda.

"I do," I said, to gasps from everyone in the classroom not named Aelda.

"I was tested for the Madrid school," she whispered. "You'll find my permission paperwork already on file." Oh hell, I looked it up. Yeah, they left me with a phone.

Which is how we left the classroom with me holding Aelda's hand and Gio holding Gena's. I don't know who taught the class, but a young man was at the front of the class by the time we left.

We got back to the conference room to find the headmaster, Alonzo, fucking the bishop in the ass. With the door open.

And an audience. Two women and a man. I shut and locked the door and did the fastest intro of can but don't have to in history. Maybe. I suspect it has been done quite quickly before.

It was quite an afternoon meeting.

My first trip

I have never been out of Rome. No, I had never been out of Rome. Right now, I am about to land at what looks like a small village in Oxford. Outside London. My pilots said that this entire village is actually the Kingdom of Dionysus Consulate.

My pilots are a stunning young man named Horacio and an equally stunning young woman named Diane. I am hopeful.

Very hopeful.

We walked down the stairs of the plane on a truly gorgeous day in England. Like I know anything about England. Diane was smiling at me.

"Are you a hopeful person, Giana?" she said, with a little smirk.

"I am very hopeful," I said.

"Then you should be polite and direct and tell us what you want," said Horacio. Well sure.

"I want to get naked and fuck right here on the grass. Diane on the bottom and Horacio fucking me doggy style." They didn't answer. They both pulled off their shirts, to my gasp, and then dropped their shorts.

"Damn," I said. "I aspire to be as beautiful as you, Diane."

"What about me?" said Horacio.

"I aspire to having you fuck me with that cock," I said.

"Let us prove to you that you are already gorgeous," said Diane.

And they did.

We're here to meet everyone, but I am ahead of myself. You need to meet the other people. So far you have Leslie, who is Avia, Amy, who is Karen, and me, and I am Chris. I'll pass the pen back to Rylee and Leslie.

Off to Dallas

We're a hopeful pair too. Leslie here. We're meeting Brogan at the coffee shop on campus. Come on. He looks like original Dad. Hopeful.

Really freaking hopeful. We got there early and saw him when he came in. It's not like we wouldn't recognize him.

Then we started laughing. So did he.

He was wearing the exact board shorts with a white t-shirt.

I think he might be on to us. We did the introductions and he sat down.

"I always wondered if anyone would notice," he said.

"Want to go visit the wrestling room?" said Rylee. He laughed.

"I have been hopeful," he said.

"Us too!" we both shouted. I got it out first. And we're on campus. It included playing with each other's nipples through a big orgasm.

Did I mention we pulled down the tops of our rompers first? Brogan just watched with a grin on his face.

"How exactly do I get a job here?" he said, laughing.

"You're hired," we both said. This time we fingered each other to orgasm. In the coffee shop. In Dallas.

"You are really fun," he said, laughing again. We took a few minutes to explain what we were doing, and he loved it.

"Hell," he said. "It is an honor and I get to meet them. Plus I got a new job!"

"And you get to fuck us both," said Rylee.

"I love it when a plan comes together," he said.

"The A-team reference gets you an extra blowjob," said Rylee.

"I'm sort of addicted to TVLand," he said.

"Us too!" we shouted.

Sorry about drenching the floor of the coffee shop.

I suppose we should ask him what he does for a living.

"I'm a high school math teacher," he said, smiling.

"If a cock was moving at 3 meters a second," said Rylee, laughing.

We explained what we were doing, and he was in. Then he was in. In the wrestling room. In us. In Phary.

And Cassiopeia. Come on. Dallas.

Wore the poor dude out.

So we have Avia/Leslie, Brogan/Bob, Karen/Amy, Giana/Chris.

I get the pen back

This is Giana. I am off recruiting. This one should be easier. Melia, who is Morgan, is in the Dionysus world. Oxford, you know. Yeah, bought it. I don't know when. Leslie and Rylee didn't want to be recognized so they sent me alone. Did I mention Poppy and Alfie? I think they had things to do.

I hope Alfie is saving one. Or two. Or five.

I just got to campus and knew exactly what class Melia had. I have an in with the administration. I wasn't quite as bold as the picture of Chris in the sheer panties. I'm wearing cheer shorts. I am wearing a thin, damn near see thru tank top. I'm leaning against the wall, opposite the classroom door. Class let out and the people started streaming out. Dionysus schools are cool. There was one woman, probably in her sixties talking to a young woman who looked like she was about 5. I made the same assumption most would make. Professor/student. That part was right.

The professor was the young girl.

Finally Melia walked out. She saw me and laughed. She walked over.

"All of us?" she said. I nodded and she laughed.

She is stunning. Morgan at fourteen. Thin, B cup, sexy AF. After all, Melia is 12. Dionysus school, remember?

"I don't know what's happening, but I'm in and take that every way you can imagine," said Melia.

Well, this one was easy.

Last one to complete the set

Leslie here. This one is mine. Alphie. In Munich. Our Orlando doppelganger. He's not in our world. He works at a bagel shop in Munich. He works behind the counter at his parent's place. After all, Orlando was 12. Alphie is 11.

Did you hear me moan? Come on. My memories of my bro at 12 are better than your memories of my bro at 12. And 13. And 14.

OK, you get the point. I walked in and ordered a bagel and a shmear with an Espresso. From Alphie. The resemblance is amazing. I'd have to strip him to find any differences. I am willing to strip him to find any differences. I admit, either he is the most stoic person on the planet, or he legitimately doesn't know who I am.

I got my food and sat down and just watched him. Everyone clearly loves him. The older customers dote on him. The kids treat him as a peer and laugh with him. Everyone in between is just nice to him.

Because he is nice to them. I'd say over half are regulars and he knew every name and asked about their family. Not in generalities. He knew every single family. Which baby had a cold. Which Grandma broke her hip. The football playing high school girl. The trombonist college guy. The middle schooler who he asked about her swim meet, and she was clearly so excited to tell him that she won.

This is one good kid. We really couldn't just approach him.

Aw fuck it. Sure I can. He came out from behind the counter and was cleaning the table next to me.

"Hi," I said. "Do you have a minute to talk to me?"

"Sure," he said, in German, of course. Yes, I asked in German. He walked over and sat down. He smiled at me and held out his hand.

"I'm Alphie," he said, shaking my hand. "I don't think you've been in before."

"Even once? Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

Wait, what.

Oh.

"Sister?" I asked, and he laughed.

"Cousins," he said. "Plural. Boys and girls."

OK, we both tried to moan quietly.

"You know why I am here," I said.

"Let's just say I am hopeful," he said, with a little smirk.

"You're the last one for us to find," I said, which made him smile, and then frown a little.

"It would be great, but my parents need me," he said. "We're running too close to the limit for them to pay someone to help out."

Which is when Ruby walked in the front door. Wearing a matching barista outfit.

And I wasn't even surprised. She walked over and sat down.

"Can I read you?" she asked, of Alphie. He just nodded. Yeah, he knew what she meant. She sat quietly for a minute and then got up and went behind the counter. A woman walked up to order, and I heard Ruby ask how her dog had handled his surgery. It surprised her a bit, but they chatted while Ruby made her coffee.

Without asking what she wanted.

"She's going to do that with everyone, isn't she?" asked Alphie. I nodded.

"She's pretty special," I said, and left it at that.

"I hope I get to meet her," he said, with some awe. I admit, I laughed.

"If by meet, you mean fuck her repeatedly, I'd say yes," I said, still laughing.

Damn, the kid appears to be hung. He's pushing out those pants.

Yay!

Our quest is complete.

And the final act

Rylee here. We have them all in place. Leslie, of course, is in on it. She promised to have them all at dinner in Athens, at Carlina's restaurant. I made reservations for six at the same time and was able to work it out that they'd be at the next table. I staged them at hotel outside Athens. I'm going to be at the bar, in a position where the family can't see me. I don't want them to invite me to dinner, which they 100% would. I don't know what story Leslie told them, but it is just the six of them. Bob, Amy, and the four oldest.

I'm in a dark corner. They're all at their table. I texted Avia and they all came in the front door and were led to their table and sat down.

We'll wait for the sparks to fly.

What the hell. They new group has ordered and is waiting for their dinner. Nothing. No reaction at all. This can't be happening. They have to see it. They have to. They're damn near identical.

Both groups are enjoying dinner now and nothing is happening. Fuck. This is insane.

Shit. Bob and Amy and crew are finishing up and getting ready to leave. They're almost all facing the table of our doppelgangers.

Nothing. No reaction at all. They all just freaking left! Now the doppelganger group is leaving.

I am totally confused. What the fuck just happened. I sat through their entire meal, waiting for the fireworks. We spent weeks on this.

Nothing.

I'm going after them. I left money on the counter and moved quickly to the front door. I walked out to twelve people laughing hysterically.

At me. Maybe with me.

"What the fuck!" I said. They kept laughing. Avia came over and gave me a hug.

"Bob found us months ago," said Avia. "We thought this would be hilarious and it was."

"You were in on this!" I said to Leslie.

"No, I wasn't, at least until dinner. Dad did it entirely himself, then sent Avia to you," said Leslie. "I had no idea. But it was all worth it for the look on your face. Just watching you at the bar was hilarious."

"You will pay for this," I said, to Bob, in my most menacing voice.

"And you somehow think that would be a bad thing for me?" said Bob, laughing.

"Point taken," I said, laughing.

"A lot of work," I added.

"Worth it," said Bob. "Now, come on. We're going back to our house for a weekend of debauchery."

"So a weekend like every other," I said.

"Exactly," said Amy.

"We're going to recreate great moments in the history of the family," said Avia. "It will involve lots of fucking."

"Lots," said Brogan.

"Lots and lots," said Melia.

Just then one more person walked up. Holy shit.

My doppelganger.

"I'm Tasia," she said, introducing herself to me. "I'm from Warsaw, in Poland."

"Oh my," I said. "I'm watching you and Brogan. Then Bob and I are joining in."

"Oh yeah," said Tasia. "Oh yeah."

With that, we headed to the marina.

The weekend was amazing. They'd found doppelgangers for my parents, who were waiting at the house. There were doppelgangers for everyone. Jessica and Bill. Nylah and Colby. Karolina. Sophia. Elena.

Everyone.

Best prank ever. Maybe I'll come back to the weekend.

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