27 November 2023

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After the wedding

I think they were worried about me and how I was accepting their marriage. I'm a little late posting this though.

They were wrong, but it ended up with a lot of amazing vacations, so, hey, I went along.

Kidding. I was honest that everything was just fine. I know they're a trio. I think we're a quad, but we'll get there. We've seen this dance before. But the trips were mentioned and Pari suggested I write about them. Paris with Pari. New York with Bob. Santiago with Amy.

My life is pretty fucking good.

Paris with Pari. Sounds like a dream, doesn't it? Just Pari and me.

OK, we might source some local cock. For that matter, we'll source local pussy, too.

After we wear each other out.

We decided to be silly and fly commercial from Athens to London. We could get there in minutes in either of our planes. Heck, we could jump.

But no, we're flying commercial.

For four hours.

And we probably shouldn't make out and finger each other to orgasm.

Darn it.

Why exactly are we doing this again?

Anyway.

We got to the airport and made it through security. I had to laugh because they're making us wear lanyards and ID badges. You see, Pari is too young to travel by herself. I'm old enough but since I am under eighteen, they want to be aware of us.

Good grief. And people wonder what is wrong with the world. Tia freaking won Top Gun.

I suppose I could buy the airline and change the policy.

Might be an overreaction. For now. I might mention it to Leslie. My soon to be daughter. Also my best friend in middle school. Which out of context sounds pretty freaky. Or even creepy. Leslie is still my BFF, too, but that list is longer now. Including Pari. Then again, Pari's number one BFF is Karolina. Her daughter-in-law. They love to troll for cock together.

And that is our normal.

We got to the gate, wearing our lanyards, and were immediately accosted by a gate agent. Yes, accosted and no it is not worthy of reward. It was insulting.

She really lit into us. In English.

There are times I love being a polyglot. OK, a hyperpolyglot. We use the word too often to be rewarded.

"I'll reward you anyway," thought Pari.

How sweet.

The agent finally figured out we didn't understand English. We do, of course, but hey. She grabbed Pari's tag to read it and in the process actually pulled Pari over.

Pari stood back up. Pretty forcefully.

Two things happened.

First, the gate agent tipped forward.

Right before the lanyard broke.

Which made the gate agent just face plant. She scrambled back up hot.

And not in a good way.

Now she is shouting at us in Greek that we won't be on this flight and she's calling our parents.

"She's tiresome," said Pari, in English.

"You understood me!" she shouted, in English.

"Of course we did," I said. "But you were being an asshole."

Well she was.

"You can't talk to me like that!" she said. "I'll have you banned from the airline."

If eyerolls provided power, we just powered the universe.

That's when a man in about his fifties walked up. With the most freaking adorable young man of about 11.

I would do them both. Right now. On the carpet.

But you knew that.

"No, you won't," he said to the gate agent. It is clear that she recognizes him because she's shocked.

"You were an asshole," said the young man. "And given you didn't recognize either one of them, you're not that bright either."

"Why would I recognize them?" she said, with some disdain.

He looked at us first and Pari nodded. He pointed at her first.

"She is Queen Pari of Dionysus," he said.

Then he pointed at me.

"She is Rylee," he said. "A name you should instantly recognize. It is also rumored that she will be the next Queen of Dionysus."

"If the little one is the Queen, how would the bigger one ever be Queen?" said the woman.

"She would be the third Queen," he said. "Including the two of them being married to both Queen Amy and King Bob."

It was a peep. Not even a full moan.

>From his dad.

We get it.

"Granddad," thought the young man. "Pretty sexy, isn't he?"

Shit.

Then he laughed in our heads.

"I go to DAU," he thought.

OK then.

"He's the president of the airline," thought the boy.

"So why are your rules so ridiculous?" asked Pari, of Giles.

Cosmo introduced us. In his head. Which I am pretty sure Giles heard.

Given his soft snort, I'm going with that.

Ya gotta love involved grandparents.

Well you do.

"We have to be careful. The liability for children is a major concern," he said.

"You consider us children," said Pari.

"See that's the problem," said Giles. "In your country? Of course not. In Greece, we could reasonably say that you are a child and Rylee is an adult."

"How?" I said. "I'm only 16."

"The age of consent in Greece is 15," said Giles. "France, too."

"You would tie it to consent," said Pari. "That would be controversial."

"You tie everything to consent," said Giles. "You're all about consent."

"So I could ride with Rylee," said Cosmo.

"Or ride Rylee," thought Cosmo.

A peep. Just a peep. From Giles.

Yeah, he's listening.

"But some airlines are less conservative," I said. "For example, Southwest Airlines allows 12-year-olds to fly alone. Clearly below the age of consent."

"They do?" said Giles. "Who insures them? This is all driven by the requirements of our insurance."

"AIG," I said.

"That was rhetorical," said Giles. "How in the world do you know the answer?"

"Because 12 is Southwest's policy, not AIG," I said. "AIG does not have a minimum age requirement."

"That would be amazing, but again, how would you know?" said Giles. Suddenly Cosmo laughed.

"Because she owns AIG," said Cosmo.

I just shrugged. What can you do?

"Neither does Allianz, ACE, Chubb, or HCC," I said.

"All of them?" said Cosmo, with some surprise.

I just shrugged again.

It's a thing.

"But AIG is already our insurer," said Giles.

"Then someone in your risk unit is either not doing their job or not keeping you informed," I said. "The notice of the removal of the minimum age was made clear more than once. Loud and long. It was a pretty big deal."

"Yeah, it was," said Giles, with some heat.

"Let me guess," I said. "They probably decided unilaterally to not take the risk even though we offer 100% indemnification."

"100%," squeaked Giles. "Nothing is 100%."

"Still not keeping you very informed," I said. "Almost everything is 100%. The only exception is bad faith."

"Then what do I need all of them for?" said Giles.

That's a wait it out question.

I'm guessing there will be a restructuring in the risk department.

"So are you headed to Paris?" said Pari, to Cosmo.

"Yeah," said Cosmo. "For the weekend. Just a granddad and grandson weekend."

"Well," said Pari, making that about a twelve-syllable word. "You should spend time with us. Our suite is considered Dionysus."

"Yeah," said Cosmo. "So is ours. New rules. Family of students are allowed to follow the rules in their room in any Peaches property."

"Wow," said Pari. "That's going to be a lot of fucking."

"It sure will be this weekend!" said Cosmo. Damn. Giles is hard and endowed.

Oh, I gotta check. Oh goody. That description describes Cosmo, too.

"The invitation still stands," said Pari. "We will be sourcing local cock, too."

"Oh really," said Giles. In such a hopeful tone.

So hopeful.

"How do you go about sourcing local cock?" said Cosmo.

"We walk up to them and suggest going back to our room to fuck," said Pari.

"Probably works pretty well," said Cosmo.

"Oh yeah," said Pari. "Kind of sucks that in the outside world the girls can do it and the boys can't."

"Sort of," said Cosmo. "I certainly couldn't do it but just about anyone from your world could. Tomas, Hunter, Luke. Very few girls or boys would say no."

"Probably true," I said. "I sure wouldn't."

Then we all spent a moment thinking of the three of them naked and hard.

Pari and me from memory.

We finally got on the plane and are seated just across the aisle from them in First Class.

Now I appear to be on the aisle with Giles next to me.

Which means Cosmo is next to Pari.

Smooth move Cosmo, smooth move.

Not exactly complaining myself. Giles is smoking hot.

I mean smoking.

Probably early fifties. Tall. Olive complexion. Just a touch of stubble that has the tiniest bit of gray. Longish hair.

And fit. Seriously fit.

"I'm planning on riding you like a bull," I said to Giles. "Please."

"Well, you did say please," said Giles.

"Did you know that this aircraft has sleeping pods on the lower level?" added Giles, in a hopeful tone.

"If I owned the airline," I said. "We'd already be there. With Pari and Cosmo."

"Name your price!" said Giles, laughing a little.

"Nah," I said. "As much fun as that would be, if anyone is buying airlines, it will be Leslie."

We both took a moment to imagine Leslie riding us.

Me from memory. Last night.

It was a big dildo.

"So what's your favorite position?" asked Giles.

"Cowgirl," I said, without hesitation. Giles laughed.

"I meant of all your roles in the business world, but I think I like your answer better," said Giles, with a smile.

So there are pods. OK, no, we can wait. We just chatted for the entire flight and had a great time. Giles is really a nice guy.

"So is there a Mrs. Giles or a Mr. Giles?" I asked.

"Mr. or Mrs.," he said.

"Or both," I said. "Maybe a couple of each."

Well, there could be.

"Pretty sure that only works if you live in Dionysus," said Giles.

"Sure," I said.

"Sure?" he said, making it a question.

"You work in Athens," I said. "You and your family should move to Dionysus."

Giles just kind of stared at me.

"We, um, we, wow," he said.

"Well said," I said, laughing.

"And no, there isn't a Mr. or Mrs.," he said, with an undertone. What is the undertone?

I just looked at him and gave him a moment. Not really waiting him out, since he clearly didn't have to share, but more letting him decide if he wants to continue.

"My wife passed away from cancer last year," he said.

"I am so sorry," I said.

"It wasn't unexpected," he said. "She suffered too long."

We sat in silence for a bit. It felt appropriate.

"If you're ready, there is no better place to date than Robertville," I said. "OK, maybe Amyville. You could move to either one."

"I am sure we could not afford it," he said.

"Define we," I said.

"We're a multigenerational family," he said. "Me, my daughter, Aliki, and my grandson, Cosmo." He nodded at Cosmo.

Sometimes we moan, too.

The rest of the flight was uneventful, and we just chatted. At one point I am pretty sure Pari had a small orgasm.

OK, not that uncommon.

After she calmed down, she leaned over. In the process, she gave Giles and me a very nice downblouse. We enjoyed it. Adorable A cups now.

I will nuzzle them later.

"Me too!" said both Giles and Cosmo.

Oh, and Pari.

I admit I was surprised that Giles beat her to the jinx.

"We'll pay that off later," said Pari, leaning over again.

Glorious.

"Not compared to you," said Pari.

"Of course they are," said Giles. "I admit I would also enjoy the view for Rylee, but larger is different, not better."

Exactly.

"Thank you," said Pari, quietly. Wow, I have never seen insecure Pari before and you could see it fade.

She might have overshot with that smile. I'm vibrating, here. To Giles's delight.

She leaned over again at a slightly different angle. Which resulted in a moan from the seat behind me.

Understandably.

"You should cancel your return flight," said Pari, while we were both enjoying her breasts. "We'll take you home. We're sure not flying commercial again."

"I was surprised you were," said Giles.

"We thought it would be fun," I said. "Turns out it was just to find cock."

OK, the guy behind me might have just spit out his drink. Oops.

"So you'll take us home in one of your spaceplanes," said Giles.

"Only planes I have," I replied.

"Planes plural?" said Giles.

OK, Pari and I laughed.

"Can we go into space?" said Cosmo.

"Sure," said Pari and me.

Good thing we're on the aisle. We paid off. We shouldn't have, but hey, the president of the airline was our audience.

The guy behind me might have sticky pants.

It happens.

"Where are you staying?" asked Pari, leaning over again. Just assume our joy.

"Hotel George V," said Giles.

"Nice," said Pari. "Why don't you check in and come over to our apartment. We can introduce you to whoever is staying the weekend."

"You don't know who is in your apartment?" said Cosmo.

"We sign up in an app," said Pari. "Rylee and I got the last bed in the apartment, and we have to share it."

"We do?" I said. "With whom?"

"Luke," said Pari.

"Well, that's a win," I said. It really is.

"Two Queen beds," said Pari. "The other bed is Tomas, Hunter, and Colby."

"Also a win," I said. "Getting to the right ratio. Four of them gives us three to one. We will need to get to at least seven to one."

"Seven to one?" said Giles.

"Cock ratio," said Cosmo.

Yep.

Quite a moan there, Giles. You too, Cosmo. And the guy behind me.

Who I will meet. Right now. Good thing I am on the aisle. I stood up and scoped out the situation. Let's face it, there is not very much that would exclude you from my invitation.

Particularly not this guy. Guys. A man and what I assume is his son.

Oh goody.

I leaned over. I do appreciate the stereo moans. Kind of a loose shirt, here, which is rare for me. Now I know why. Not why it is rare. Now I know why I wore it.

Enjoy the girls, men.

"Excuse me, are you traveling together?" I asked. They both nodded. That was hilarious.

"Will you be in Paris for the weekend?" I asked.

The younger man spoke up.

"Yes," he said. "I am Sander, and this is my older brother, Tassos. Just a little weekend vacation."

"Well, you should join us," I said. "As you clearly heard, our cock ratio is still off."

"We would both certainly enjoy that," said Sander. Tassos at least nodded. He actually shook himself a bit. Shaking it off. I get it. Although it is more entertaining when I do it.

"We would be honored," said Tassos. I admit I laughed.

"And we're fine if you tell anyone you want," I said. Well, we are.

"No one would believe us," said Sander.

"Then I guess it will just be a pleasant memory," I said. "Talk to us when we get off."

"Oh, you'll get off," said Sander, with a smirk.

Liking this kid.

"We saw what happened with you," said Tassos. That's when I noticed the lanyards. I just raised my eyebrows.

"11 and 17," said Tassos, who seems to have found his voice.

"Very fine ages," I said. I went back and sat down.

Four new friends. I guess flying commercial isn't so bad. Yay!

Feels like I should just walk down the aisle inviting people.

If I owned the airline I would.

The plane finally landed, and we were the first six off the plane. We moved out of the way and did all the introductions. It turns out that Sander and Tassos are the kids of the COO of the insurance company that Karter runs in Athens. Remember with Elena and Ruby cut a deal with him to insure young drivers? You probably remember his kids, Cora and Semaj, too. As you can probably guess, we own the company now. No, not because they got swept up in dishonesty. Just the opposite. They didn't.

They were worth buying.

So I did.

We figured all that out during the introductions.

"So just to close the conversation," said Sander. "You're our dad's boss' boss."

"Yeah," I said.

Oh. That makes them nervous.

"Dudes," said Cosmo, before I could. "You absolutely know can but don't have to. It applies here. If this makes you nervous, politely decline the invitation and go have fun in Paris. Now me, I'd take to heart that they really mean it and not pass up this prize."

Then Cosmo looked at both of us and smiled. Apparently we are the prize.

The vibrating prize. If you get my drift.

Pari and I then vigorously nodded our heads.

Which was appreciated by pretty much everyone in the gate lounge.

You're welcome.

"Oh, we are so in," said Sander. Tassos is just happily nodding.

We finally walked out toward baggage claim and just outside of security were Luke, Hunter, Tomas, and Colby.

Well, that's a nice win. We again moved to the side and did more introductions.

"We thought it would be fun to go old school," said Tomas.

"Old school?" said Sander.

I like Sander.

"We're going to the apartment by helicopter," said Hunter.

Oh, that's awesome.

Pari and I almost smiled Hunter and Tomas into the ground. Individually we were very careful.

We neglected the additive effect of both our smiles. The men react quickly and closed their eyes.

Well done.

Except there was a guy a little farther back that looks remarkably like Ralph Lauren. I am pretty confident his shorts are sticky right now.

Given he just smiled at me and shrugged, I think I might be right.

Tomas led the way out and a shuttle bus for the FBO was waiting for us. We all piled in and they drove us over to the FBO and right up to the old girl.

The Paris helicopter.

This is too cool.

We clambered on board and Colby and Luke dropped into the pilots' seats. Everyone seemed to accept that.

Except Giles.

Who appears a little nervous.

Luke caught it before I could say anything.

"We both flew on the day," said Luke.

It is a pretty effective statement. Giles just nodded and strapped in. They took us on an amazing sightseeing tour of Paris, all narrated by Hunter and Tomas.

Who apparently know Paris really, really well.

"Our second store was here," said Hunter. "We spent a lot of time here."

"It was great fun," said Tomas and Hunter laughed and nodded.

Then they kissed.

Well, sure.

There was not a limp dick on this helicopter.

Then again, Pari and my nipples, well, you know.

We finally landed on the roof of the Hotel George V.

"Where are you staying, Sander?" asked Tomas. "We forgot to ask."

Sander just laughed and pointed at the floor.

How handy is that.

Luke held up one finger and we patiently waited.

"I got us the Presidential Suite," said Luke.

Of course he did. Why stay at the apartment when we can stay with our newfound cock, er friends.

"Oh my God," said Cosmo. "You have reservation people that you can freaking think to."

Well, we do.

"OK everyone, listen up," said Pari. In her in charge voice. Pari in charge.

It is fantastic porn.

"We're here to sightsee, overeat great food, and fuck," said Pari. "Not necessarily in that order. But we have to be careful because we risk never leaving the suite for the entire weekend."

"Are you going to explain why that would be a bad thing?" said Cosmo, so earnestly. Yes, earnestly.

"Yes," said Pari. Oh God, that was a little scary. Cosmo is just beaming.

I suspect he is imagining Pari in only crotchless panties and holding a crop. I am not imagining it. I am remembering it.

Just last night.

"You all live in Athens," said Pari. "You are all moving to Dionysus. We will be able to fuck repeatedly. Let's go down to the suite and wear all the men out and then go to dinner."

"Wear us out?" said Tassos.

Pari just raised her eyebrows. Oh, and her nipples popped. Yes, we're all moaning.

"Can we back up to all moving to Dionysus?" said Sander.

"No," said Pari, in the same scary voice. "I will explain once we are in the Dionysus Talk Position."

Now they look confused.

"Otherwise known as cowgirl," said Tomas, with a smile.

It appears we're moaning again. Just then a young man in a hotel uniform walked up.

"Welcome," he said, in French. "I am Quincy. May I show you to your suite and rooms?"

"Just the suite," said Pari. "You can release their rooms."

"He can?" squeaked Giles. Yes, Giles.

"Your choice," I said. "You can have your own room or share a suite with all of us."

"Yes, please release our room," said Cosmo. Sander and Tassos are just nodding.

"When does your shift end?" said Pari, to the young man.

"This is my last task," he replied.

"You should join us, if there is an interest," said Pari. "We're going to fuck until none of you can anymore and then go have a nice dinner. Join us."

Oh God, he is conflicted.

"No pressure," I added. "You've had the can but don't have to speech.

"Oh yes," he said, brightly. "That is not the issue at all. It is a dream come true. However, after work I have agreed to spend the weekend with my sister. I will not disappoint her."

"How old is she?" asked Cosmo.

"Cosmo!" said Giles. "OK, I want to know, too." He added a laugh.

"Coralie is only 9," said Quincy.

"A very fine age," said Pari. Damn, that was a deep voice. It took Quincy a moment to catch up.

And there is the moan. Right before we all joined in. Hey, we appreciate a good moan. We reward a good moan.

Repeatedly.

"I am able to grant an exception for the parental signature requirements, if that helps," said Pari.

"You can?" said Luke.

"I am Queen Pari," she said, in her Queen voice. Yes, I know the difference. It isn't quite as scary. OK, it is.

"Well, I'm actually her guardian," said Quincy.

"Where do you live?" asked Pari.

Now Quincy looks completely freaked out.

"There is a reason we met you," said Pari, in a totally different soothing, soft voice. "We will fix it all."

Everyone is just nodding. Including me. Including our new friends.

Now Quincy is crying. I moved to hug him, but Hunter beat me to it.

You go, Hunter. Quincy finally calmed down and broke the hug.

"I am so sorry," said Quincy, trying to pull himself together. "That was unprofessional."

Just then the door to the roof opened. A young girl came just zooming out and hugged Quincy.

A woman came out, too.

"Mom!" shouted Cosmo.

I looked over and Cassie waved and started to close the door.

"Get your ass over here," yelled Pari. "You're staying."

Whee!

Let me recap.

Pari, Cassie, and me

Tomas, Hunter, Colby, and Luke

Cosmo, Giles, and Aliki

Sander and Tassos

Quincy and Coralie

Five innies. Eight outies. Not a perfect ratio, but an impressive group of people.

Only two real adults and everyone is nine or over.

Whee!

Yes, again. Apparently we're going to have quite the weekend.

Do you see what I did there? Yes, I'm telling Bob.

We walked over to the door just as the helicopter took off.

"Was there anyone in that helicopter?" asked Giles. "No, that's silly."

"It was a fair question," I said. "And no, there wasn't."

"Your helicopter is autonomous," said Giles.

"Everything is autonomous," I said.

Well, it is.

"Your world is different," said Giles.

"You're in our world now," said Pari. "We have assimilated you."

"What?" said Aliki. Yes, we did the introductions.

"They have offered a home in Dionysus for us," said Cosmo. "You two could marry."

"We, wait, what?" said Giles and Aliki

Word for word.

That's when Giles laughed and just shouted it out.

And pulled Aliki in for quite a kiss. You know how that works. He held her up. How thoughtful. He looked at us and laughed.

"We're regulars in the wrestling room," said Giles.

"As you should be," said Pari.

"I accept," said Aliki. Giles appears quite pleased.

"Well, the first engagement is out of the way," said Coralie.

"First?" said Quincy.

"First," said Coralie.

"You should be more direct," said Pari. "He's still not getting it." Coralie nodded.

"Quincy, will you marry me?" said Coralie.

"How?" said Quincy. "In a heartbeat, but how?"

"You just have to be Dionysus citizens," I said, looking at Pari, who laughed.

"I dub thee Dionysus citizens!" shouted Pari.

"Does she have to shout it to make it happen?" said Coralie.

"No," I said. "She just enjoys it."

"That's nice I suppose," said Coralie. "But I enjoy other things better."

Me too, Coralie, me too.

"Oh," said Quincy. "I'm supposed to give you key cards to two small suites."

He handed them to Pari. She handed one back.

"You have the weekend off," said Pari. "Join us if you'd like or don't. Everything is free. Anything in the hotel. The shops. The restaurants. Room service. The spa. Enjoy. We'll meet Monday before we leave and figure out the next steps."

"OK," said Coralie, taking the card from Quincy and steering him back towards the door.

He seems confused.

Pari handed the other card to Aliki.

"Did you hear all that?" said Pari. Aliki laughed and nodded.

"Cosmo will stay with us," said Pari.

"Seems like a win for him," said Aliki.

"More than you can imagine," said Pari.

"Oh, we're joining you later," said Aliki.

"Us too," said Coralie.

"Let's meet at dinner time. Say 2000," said Pari. "I'll make reservations. The hotel is one of ours, so you're fine in your rooms."

"Whee!" said Coralie.

She gets us.

And they did. Simply spectacular. Seriously so. Lots of outies, which we like, but just great chemistry from a group that really just met.

And a surprising number of engagements. Cosmos appears conflicted on whether he should be in a trio with Quincy and Coralie or with Sander and Tassos.

I'll just wait until they figure out the right solution. You get it, don't you?

All five of them.

"Whee!" said Cosmos, with a laugh.

I guess he does get it.

Goin' sightseeing

We have a local tour guide. It is going to be awesome. You see, we wore the men out so much that they're all asleep, in a big pile, on one of the beds.

Naked and sticky.

Those of us not asleep are going sightseeing.

That would be Coralie, Rylee, Pari, and me.

Cassie.

I was just dropping her off! Then I got off.

Repeatedly.

We have the best life.

Aliki is still with Giles. Coralie wore out Quincy, so is with us. That can't surprise you.

"So where do you want to go?" said Coralie. "The Louvre?"

"Let's drop by," said Pari. "I want to pick up the Mona Lisa. I've got the perfect spot in our living room."

Coralie is staring at her. She finally smiled and laughed.

"I guarantee your living room is big enough that the Mona Lisa is just too small," said Coralie.

"That's why it isn't in my breakfast nook," said Rylee.

Coralie is just looking at us.

"We really wouldn't take the Mona Lisa," I said.

"Speak for yourself," said Rylee. "I'm thinking about a spot over the master toilet."

"You would put the Mona Lisa over your toilet," said Coralie.

Now we're all laughing.

"Ok, not the museum," said Coralie.

"We need to troll for more cock," said Pari. "We wore out our cocks."

OK, I absolutely have to laugh. She said that just as we got to the corner. The light was red. Waiting to cross were two young women. When she said it, they whipped their heads around.

And scoped us all out.

"You have cocks, too?" said the younger girl. Maybe 11. Her friend, no maybe her sister, looks to be about 13.

"No," laughed Pari. "None of us have cocks. We wore out the cocks that are in our hotel suite. They're all asleep. We're out trolling for more cock."

Well, we know Armelle has a cock. I wonder.

Oh. Not wondering anymore. Sundresses. Hard cocks. Plural.

Pretty easy to spot.

"Are you girls interested?" said Rylee.

"Um, yeah," said the older girl. "I'm Allete and this is my sister, Armelle."

"Pleased to meet you," said Pari. "I'm Pari. Rylee. Coralie. Cassie."

She pointed at each of us.

"Wait, wait," said Armelle. "The Pari, Rylee, and Cassie?"

She's looking at Coralie and clearly wondering.

Coralie laughed.

"Nobody you know," said Coralie. "Just thrilled to have been swept up in it. My brother is one of those lying naked and sticky in the bed with the other men."

We all pictured that for a moment.

"When will they recover?" said Armelle, with such clear anticipation.

"We're going to dinner at 2000," said Rylee. "You should join us. You should spend the night. Would your parents agree?"

"We're in boarding school at the Sorbonne," said Allete.

How freaking handy is that.

"But we need a lot more cock," said Pari.

"How many are in your hotel room?" asked Allete.

"Nine," said Pari.

"The four of you need more than eleven cocks," said Armelle.

We all yelled yes. Including Coralie.

And Allete. She got it out first.

"Odds of a yes were high," said Allete.

"Dammit," said Armelle. "I didn't react fast enough."

So Pari pulled Armelle in for a kiss. On the street corner. In Paris.

Armelle finally pushed her away and is clearly trying to not cum.

We get it, Armelle.

"OK, maybe a coincidence but a favorable one," said Armelle. "If there is an interest. We're meeting four of our friends. We're working together to form a club at the Sorbonee for transgender students. At the moment there are six of us."

"All MtF," said Allete.

"Well, that's a freaking win," said Pari.

"That would be fifteen," said Armelle.

"Close," said Pari. "Actually fine. We'll just be opportunistic for more cock."

Which she said just as two young men walked up to the light. They're staring now.

"Apparently Paris has delivery," said Pari, laughing. "We're going to dinner and then have an orgy. A big group of men, women, boys, and girls and six of the girls have cocks. My treat for dinner and our suite at the George V."

The young men are looking at each other.

"Sounds amazing," said the younger man. "First, I'm Flynn. This is my brother, Greer. We're visiting from Pittsburg. But tonight we promised we'd watch our sister so our parents could have a romantic night."

"Cool," I said. "How old's your sister?"

"Iva is 7," said Flynn.

"A very fine age," said Pari. "Not many in our group are over 18 and they can certainly watch each other, just not play. For example, Colby is 7 and Luke is only 9."

"Lilou is 7," said Allete.

"Can we back up to Colby and Luke?" said Flynn. I think that's when the lightbulb went on. They looked at each of us, one by one.

"I'm sorry but I don't know you all," said Flynn. "But I do know Princess Cassie and Queens Pari and Rylee."

"Not yet," said Rylee.

"Inevitable," said Flynn.

When you're right, you're right.

"We'll need your parents to agree," said Rylee.

"They will," said Flynn. "They've often expressed disappointment in our not going to your schools and I'm pretty confident it wasn't just for the educational opportunity."

"Well," said Pari. "Is this your last night in Paris?"

"No," said Flynn and Greer. Flynn laughed and said it.

We're now watching a pretty impressive kiss.

You go, guys.

"We don't leave for a couple days," said Flynn.

"OK then," said Pari. "They should join us for dinner and the orgy."

"They can't play with Iva," I said. "But they can play with both of you."

"And we can talk about your taking over the Pittsburg area schools," said Pari.

"Really? We could do that?" said Flynn and Greer.

Word for word.

"Hold that jinx," said Pari. "Later, when everyone is naked. And of course you can do that. I'm the Minister of Education."

"Well, there is that," said Greer.

Now we're all laughing. Rylee laughing is exciting as hell.

Well, it is.

"Where can we find all three of them?" said Rylee.

Both boys pointed at the crosswalk.

Where a man, woman, and girl are crossing.

Whee!

They walked up to us. Iva is about to burst.

"Can we? Can we?" said Iva.

Both Flynn and Greer nodded.

Well played, boys.

"Can you what?" said Rockwell.

"Can they fuck," said Junia, in the throatiest voice. Their mom. I'm holding back. Controlling myself.

Whee!

Ah well.

"We're all invited to dinner and an orgy," said Flynn, just like it was something that happened every day.

"That feels like a win," said Iva.

It certainly does.

"Are we taking over the school districts?" said Iva.

They nodded again.

Junia understands.

Rockwell is lost.

"Who is going to be in charge?" asked Pari.

Flynn, Greer, and Junia all pointed at Iva.

Who is just beaming.

"OK," said Pari.

Rockwell is still confused.

"OK, Dad," said Iva. "We're all going to dinner with a group of royals from Dionysus. Then we're going to spend the night with them, and everyone is going to fuck everyone, within their rules. Then when we get back home, I'm going to buy and run all the school districts in the Pittsburg area."

"Well, that was obvious," said Rockwell.

Well played, Dad. Who is enormously endowed.

Ah. So are Flynn and Greer.

Oh!

and Iva.

Whee!

"This is my first trip as Iva," she said. "Feels like it is working out."

"Yes it does," said Flynn and Greer together. They didn't even say it. I do find it hilarious that the both said it in the deepest voice.

We get it, boys.

We ended up just going for a nice walk in Paris on a gorgeous day. Everyone kind of switched around to get to know everyone else. Armelle and Allete's friends joined us and fit right in. Including 7-year-old Lilou. OK, maybe especially 7-year-old Lilou. After about an hour, we swung by the Hotel George V and the men joined us for the walk. We finally ended up at the restaurant right as it started getting dark. That glorious twilight. In Paris. With the love of my life, Luke. And a lot of new friends to fuck.

I know the beginning of my life was rough, but my God, it is good now.

Luke just squeezed my hand. God, I love him.

"Ditto," he said. It made me smile. I did not realize that Junia had turned and was looking in my direction. We're in line at the restaurant. Props to Rockwell for holding her up. I'd say the crowd was about 50/50. Half were concerned about her health. The other half were jealous of her massive orgasm.

Just a taste for later.

Did I mention this is the hottest restaurant in Paris?

Inside the HT store.

We got up to the front of the line. Yes, we stood in the line. Yes, a lot of people recognized us, but in Paris they were nice enough to leave us alone.

"Hi," said Pari. "I believe you have a reservation for our group. My name is Pari."

"Yes, of course," said the young woman. Who is wearing the briefest of panties.

I have now described her outfit. She also appears to be about 14.

Ya gotta love Paris.

I am pretty sure Pari got her number for later. Maybe not this trip, but a trip. We're packing the suite already tonight. The hostess waved over a waitress who picked up the menus and led us to the table.

"Hi," she said. "My name is Eloise and I'll be your waitress tonight."

Oh God. The cock gods have been generous to us. Eloise is in similarly skimpy panties and an impressive cock is hard and peeking out the top. Nice, uplifted B cups, too.

Did I mention the long, dark hair in a braid down to her very fine ass?

Ah, Pari has her phone out. I am confident she has Eloise's contact info, too.

We had just the best dinner. We laughed and talked and got to know each other. Everyone spread out so you weren't with the people you knew. I had Iva on my left and Lilou on my right. First, I am having them both. Second, the sparks between them are flying.

Awesome.

Finally dinner was winding down and we're enjoying out desserts. Cheesecake, of course. We realized that since we all love the HT restaurant and we all love cheesecake, we should serve great cheesecake at the HT restaurant.

Some epiphanies may not be world changing.

"Speak for yourself," said Rylee. OK, she has a point.

"OK," said Pari. "There is an E-82 waiting outside. Since we all fit on it, we're going to hop over to Priapus for a bit and then hop back."

"The rumors are true?" said Iva. Lilou is just moaning.

Well educated 7-year-olds.

"Not sure what the rumors say," said Pari.

"Cocks grow 50% in length and girth, cocks can cum 50+ times in a row, sometimes more, and after 30 minutes rest can do it again," said Iva.

"Repeatedly," added Lilou.

"Oh yeah," said Pari. "Those rumors are true."

A number of people are staring at Pari right now. I am, but I just like to stare at Pari.

We all do.

Pari and Rylee hopped up to moans from our entire table. OK, a few nearby tables, too. They headed towards the door.

"Don't we have to pay?" said Giles.

"Hunter and I own the place," said Tomas. "It is all taken care of, including a very generous tip."

Tomas looks fetching in a cute pink knit dress tonight.

I am having him tonight. Heck, Priapus. We're all having Tomas tonight.

Repeatedly.

And we did. I haven't pulled an all-nighter in, well, I don't know that I have ever pulled an all-nighter. It's not like it takes us long to memorize a schoolbook.

We finally fell asleep in what would have been Earth morning. On the grass. On Priapus. Luke on my left. Tomas on my right. Lilou face down on me.

Not an article of clothing in sight. They're all on the plane. Neatly folded. Which doesn't surprise you.

I think Pari and Rylee's weekend in Paris is off to a fine start.

A little final note

Rylee, here.

We saw Paris.

A little.

Not a lot. Lots of exchanging of contacts. After all, many of our new friends are at the Sorbonne.

Which has lots and lots of wrestling rooms. Lots.

Huge benefit to Pittsburg, too. I'm pretty confident that Flynn, Greer, and Iva will marry.

I'm confident the entire group from the Sorbonne is at least a loose sextet. OK, sextet made me giggle.

Hey, I'm 16.

Sometimes it is hard to believe. We will certainly come back to Paris. Six wonderful young women who also have cocks?

Frequently.

Off to New York!

I'm off to a weekend in New York. Now, that's pretty cool by itself, but the big win is that my traveling companion is Bob.

I should mention this is Rylee.

His future wife. Yeah, yeah, we get it.

Damn, though. Three wives.

Bob is a stud. Oh yes he is.

We're flying commercial again. Just curious how it goes.

You know. With a white adult male.

And, come on, my tits. Or cum on.

Probably not on a commercial flight. OK, now I am picturing myself in first class, naked, and every cock on the plane has cum on me.

I would like that.

We're flying from Clearwater, so it is only a couple hour flight. OK, technically from Tampa. We got to the airport and checked in with our passports without any delay. Then again, the US security folks all know a Dionysus passport now, particularly a diplomatic one.

Hey, I'll bet I get a new passport.

"I did," thought Pari. "With my title."

Queen Rylee. It sounds about right.

We were even preboarded although we didn't ask.

"Would either of you like champagne? A mimosa?" said the flight attendant.

Of course we're in first class.

"I would," said Bob. "But my companion is underage."

"Really," said the flight attendant. "May I ask your relationship? We're encouraged to do so."

"Because of sex trafficking," I said. "That's fair. In fact, I applaud it. I'm his lover and likely his future third wife."

Oh, those eyebrows hit the ceiling.

"Third wife," said the attendant, to Bob. "Does the second wife know?"

"Sure," said Bob. "So does the first wife. I'm still married to them and still will be when we marry."

He took my hand and squeezed it.

He's so sweet.

She seems a little confused.

We usually just wait it out. Which we did. It's the tickle in their brain. Some dots that need connecting.

And bam. There it is.

"You're King Bob," she said, with such awe. "Wait, wait, that makes you Rylee. Oh my God!"

We just laughed a little.

"We'd appreciate it if you'd shout it a little quieter," said Bob.

"Oh, I am so sorry," she said. "So sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you both?"

Her last sentence was in an entirely different tone.

"You could come back to our apartment and get naked with us," said Bob. Way to be blunt, Bob.

"Tempting," she said. "Husband and family."

"How old are your kids?" said Bob. "I have nine myself."

"Our son Kael is 14 and our daughter Imre is 9," she said.

"Very fine ages," said Bob. "Bring the whole family."

She is now in shock.

But she moaned at an appropriate volume.

"We could all," she said, just leaving it there.

"Fill in any ending to that sentence you'd like," said Bob. "Are you based in New York?"

"Atlanta," she said, with such disappointment.

"And where are you tonight?" I asked. "Back in Atlanta?"

"Overnight. Hilton Midtown," she said.

"How handy," said Bob. "That's where we're staying."

Um, no it wasn't, but sure, it is, and yes, that made sense.

The flight was uneventful, and we waited to get off with Britta. Oh, we'll get off with Britta.

We made it out of the security area, walking with Britta. Who just squealed.

Why did she squeal?

She is now hugging a family.

Her family.

Who are standing there with Tavi.

No clue why. Happy they are. Happy for Tavi, too.

Tavi is skilled.

"Uh huh," said Bob, in kind of a dreamy voice.

"What are you doing here?" said Britta, to her family.

"Tavi brought us up so we could all fuck," said Imre.

Way to be blunt there, girl. Given that Fraser and Kael are vigorously nodding, it seemed to be pretty well received, at least by those three.

And there is the moan.

>From Britta.

Tavi is staying but I'll bet you inferred that.

"We'll need to get two cars," said Fraser.

"No, we won't," said Tavi.

"Oh, you have a van arranged?" said Britta.

"Something like that," said Tavi, with a laugh.

"Let me guess," I said. "We're going old school."

"Exactly!" said Tavi.

We walked outside to find the FBO shuttle, and all got on.

"Why would we need the FBO shuttle?" asked Britta.

"Just roll with it, Mom," said Kael.

Kind of our motto. The van wound around and finally pulled right up to the helicopter. We all piled out.

"Kind of like a van, huh?" said Fraser.

"Serves the same purpose," said Tavi, with a laugh.

We guided them on board and into seats.

"Won't we need pilots?" said Imre.

"We have them," said Tavi. He dropped into the co-pilot seat. I looked at Bob and he laughed.

Guess I'm up. I dropped into the pilot's seat. On the right. I think the journal had it backwards earlier. In a helicopter, the pilot is the right seat. The reason is not that critical, but in the interest of accuracy.

We're all about accuracy. And fucking. OK, maybe more about fucking.

"Should we be worried that two teenagers are flying the helicopter?" said Britta.

"We both flew on the day," said Tavi.

"OK then," said Britta. "And thank you."

"Not really much choice," I said.

"So," said Bob. "I thought I'd throw out a couple choices. I can happily upgrade you to a nice two-bedroom suite. I can make it so in that suite, you can all live by Dionysus rules."

"As amazing as those sounds, and it is amazing," said Imre. "Something makes me think you're about to make another suggestion that is even better."

"Oh yeah," I said.

"The other option is that there is a two-bedroom suite with two Queen beds in each room. In other words, eight spots. There are only seven of us, so we could basically bed hop all night long," said Bob.

"That seems better," said Imre.

"Let me throw out one more idea," I said. "Why don't you work together to suggest one more person to fill that last slot."

Now they're staring at me. It felt like a fun time to flash them.

They seemed to enjoy it.

"How do you expect us to choose?" said Imre. Who seems to be in charge. Which absolutely cannot surprise you.

"But wait, I just thought of something. We'll come back to my suggestion. You live in Atlanta. Those are our school districts. Why does this feel like something new?" I said.

"Ah," said Imre. "When asked where you're from, it is common to refer to the metro area in your response. Rather than Plano, you say Dallas. Rather than Napierville, you say Chicago. Rather than Marietta, you say Atlanta. You only took over the actual Atlanta school districts, not metro."

"Well, that's silly," said Bob. "Do that when you get home."

Britta, Kael, and Fraser are looking at Bob with total confusion.

"OK," said Imre. "I'll need contact numbers."

Bob reached into his pocket and handed her one of our phones. Which I guarantee he knew to bring.

Imre immediately unfolded it and brought up and scrolled through the contacts. She found acquisitions and sent a text and then folded it back up and smiled at Bob.

Who closed his eyes.

Well played, Bob. It did make Imre laugh.

"What, no earrings?" said Imre.

Bob reached into another pocket. He does love his cargo shorts. Out came a small jewelry box which he handed to Imre.

Who looks shocked.

It appears Kael has caught up with a little of what is going on.

"He told you to buy all the suburban school districts and you're just like OK," said Kael. "But he gives you a pair of earrings and you're shocked? I mean they look like nice earrings, but still."

Now Britta and Fraser are staring. Kael just caught them up a bit.

"Well," said Imre. "For one, they're not just nice earrings. They're a cluster of flawless diamonds including incredibly rare blue diamonds."

Now she has her entire family's attention.

But they still don't get it. Imre does.

She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She looked at Bob and he nodded.

"It means I am in the inner circle of Dionysus," said Imre.

Bob just smiled big. Really big. This kind of thing makes him happy. He smiled right at Imre. I presume she is having quite the seizure because I am.

That darn line of sight. OK, it was a win. Glad Tavi can fly the helicopter.

And wasn't in the line of site. Oh, who cares. They're all autonomous.

By the time we woke up, we had landed on the hotel.

"That was a fast trip," said Imre. Kael laughed.

"He took us on a sightseeing tour," said Kael. "You were unconscious during it."

Imre just nodded.

Liking Imre.

"Wait," I said. "You need to answer my question."

I admit, I was surprised it was Fraser that jumped in, but good on you, dude.

"Hunter," said Fraser, quickly.

Britta looked at him and moaned.

That pleases Fraser.

Hell, Hunter pleases us all. I have a great relationship with my soon to be son-in-law. Another middle school BFF!

You didn't think all my BFFs were innies, did you?

We opened the stairs and who should be waiting on the roof of the hotel but Barack and Michelle.

Kidding. It's Hunter. Although I would have been happy with Barack and Michelle and to answer the question, no we haven't gone there. It's still discrete to say you haven't. Disappointing as that is.

And it is.

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

"I'm Imre," said Imre. "My brother and soulmate, Kael, and our parents, Fraser and Britta."

"Soulmate?" squeaked Kael. Imre turned to him.

"You don't think we're soulmates?" said Imre, with a little sadness.

"Yes, of course I do, but how could that happen?" said Kael. Oh, now that is hilarious. Imre raised just her left eyebrow and waited.

"Oh," said Kael. "Oh my God."

Maybe we should just let you assume the drop in tone in the end of many sentences.

Britta and Fraser are both just grinning.

"You don't even seem surprised," I said.

"We're not," said Britta. "We just didn't know how it was going to happen."

"Bullshit," I said. I tilted my head a bit. "But I'll let you decide."

Fraser snorted and Britta laughed. Britta just turned to him and waited. Finally Fraser laughed.

"If you're OK with it," said Fraser, to Britta. Britta pointed at Hunter and Fraser laughed.

"Britta and I are brother and sister," said Fraser.

"No wonder we're so powerful," said Imre. Kael looks confused.

"Really?" said Imre. "I have much to teach you."

Imre ran and just leaped off the top of the hotel. Kael screamed.

Britta and Fraser didn't.

Imre flew around a bit and landed next to Kael.

"You didn't scream," said Kael.

"That's because we can fly," said Fraser, who is floating about 6 inches off the roof. Britta laughed and floated up a bit.

Then the rest of us did. Finally we floated back down.

"I'll catch you up, bro," said Imre. "Fianc . God, I love that."

We went inside and down into our suite. It was, um, fun. Yes, we had fun with the family, but we finally left them the suite and went out to a nice dinner by ourselves. Just Bob and me. Something we way too rarely do. Special one-on-one time. Tavi and Hunter had other plans. I am sure they are having fun.

"You know," said Bob. "We don't do this enough. We need more one-on-one time. We all do. Every possible combination. I love all of you and I love us as a group but alone time is special. I'm glad you did these trips. I'm going to do it with Pari and Amy, too."

"It's a lot of fun," I said, laughing. "Six MtF girls in Paris was unexpected."

"A little jealous on that one," laughed Bob.

"We'll visit," I said.

"Whee!" said Bob.

People are staring. Probably because we're laughing. Maybe because he's King Bob and I'm his concubine.

I kind of am.

We finished up dinner and went for a walk through Times Square. I'm with Bob so to no surprise, we're holding hands. I like holding hands with Bob. His energy just flows through. We don't feel the need to talk. Just a casual walk. There are some crazy people in Times Square and it is fun to watch. We could tell that occasional people were recognizing us but leaving us alone. Honestly, we appreciate it.

We finally made it back to the hotel and when we got on the elevator, Bob led us to a different elevator.

"I got us a regular room," he said. "They should have their own night. I told them we might be out all night and to meet for breakfast."

We got up to the sixth floor and we just have a single room with a king bed. It is kind of nice. Normal.

Bob is so freaking thoughtful. One of the reasons I love the guy. Luckily he had recovered. We stayed up pretty late.

I wore him out. Then we kept going for a surprisingly long time. Bob is a caring lover.

Yes, we met them for breakfast. Checkout isn't until noon, so we wore the men out again.

It is kind of our thing.

So far, so good

Well, my trips with Pari and Bob were wins. Right now I am on the way to Santiago with Amy.

Not flying commercial. Too long a flight. In my S-88.

We're actually going to the Puma Lodge, not Santiago proper. It's supposed to be gorgeous. They have horseback riding and bike riding and hopefully other things to ride.

Amy and me. Right?

There are only 24 rooms, so we might have to import cock from Santiago.

We can do that.

We got all checked in and to our room. We both stripped.

You're welcome.

Yes, we need cock. After an hour or two of pleasuring each other.

It turned out to be four. We need food. Badly.

Badly.

We put on cute little rompers. Clothes. We have to wear clothes. Maybe we should have chosen a Gamma resort.

"This was the right choice," said Amy. "We just don't know why yet."

"Sure we do," I said. "It is because we're here together."

Amy just took my hand and we walked into the restaurant. Did I mention our rompers are a bit too small and a bit too sheer?

They seem to be well-received by the host.

He seated us at a small table for two. We're next to two men. They're wearing riding clothes and have their helmets and crops on the seat next to one of them. I guess I should explain. These are two seat tables. One side is a bench, like a booth, for about six tables. The other side has a chair. They have their helmets and crops next to the simply gorgeous blonde guy sitting on the bench. I slid in next to him. Amy sat in the chair, next to the simply gorgeous dark-haired guy in the chair.

I might have swooned a little.

They're trying so hard to not stare at us. Amy finally laughed.

"Hi," she said, in their direction. "I'm Amy and this is Rylee. Who are you?"

Yes, she said it in Spanish. We're in Chile.

And they don't understand her. She tried English.

"We speak a little English," said the blonde dude. We need names. "We are from Munich."

Ah.

"A lovely city," I said, in German, with the correct dialect of Munich. It appears to have startled them.

"You're from Munich!" said the dark-haired dude.

"No," I said. They appear a little lost now. It happens a lot to us.

"Heinz," said the blonde dude. Well, at least we know one name. But his friend is ignoring him.

Finally he turned to us.

"It is an honor to meet you both," said the blonde dude. "I am Claus. This is my husband Heinz. We're on our honeymoon."

"An honor?" said Heinz. "I'm sorry. I missed your names."

"I'm Rylee," I said. "She's Amy."

Heinz's eyes got big. Amy and I laughed.

"I'm so sorry," he stammered. Still in German.

"No need to be," said Amy. "We're just Amy and Rylee. We're not intimidating."

"Yes, you are," said Claus. "We get that you don't want to be, but you are."

Amy nodded.

"Perhaps we could retire to our room and fuck until you're not intimidated anymore," said Amy. "We're quite good fucks."

"We?" squeaked Claus. "Aren't you 16 Rylee?"

"Yes," I said. "But this is A Peaches Property."

"What does that mean?" said Heinz.

"It means Peaches owns it and you're sitting in Dionysus," said Amy.

"My apologies if I overstepped," said Amy. "I realize you're a same sex couple."

Now they're looking at each other.

"I, well, um," said Heinz.

"Well said," said Claus. Now we're all laughing.

"Why don't we do this," I said. "We're going riding, too. Why don't we go for a ride together and get to know each other. We can talk about it. We can talk about our philosophy of sex versus love. And then if there is an interest, we can go for a different kind of ride."

"That would probably be best," said Claus, with a little laugh. "We wouldn't be very good rides right now."

"Honeymoons are fun!" said Amy.

"Apparently ours is going to be even more fun," said Heinz.

"Oh, Bob would love that joke," said Amy. "He would reward you."

"King Bob would reward me?" said Heinz.

"She means sexually," I said.

OK, both of them moaned. I almost expect Bob to be in our room when we get back.

OK, it is likely.

We had the nicest time at breakfast. They really are funny guys.

"You really are funny guys," said Amy.

See!

"I admit," I said. "Not a trait we've found in a lot of German men."

"Have you met a lot of German men?" asked Claus.

I think it confused them that we're both laughing.

"We're kind of insatiable," said Amy. "We've met a lot of every kind of man."

"Repeatedly," I said.

Now we're laughing some more.

The two men appear a little overwhelmed.

"Sorry," said Amy. "We can be a little overwhelming."

"It's not overwhelming," said Claus. "I guess it is a little bit of jealously. You live in a different world then we do. We live in a reasonably progressive country, but two men will still face challenges that a heterosexual couple won't. Even two women will fare better. In your world that's just not true."

"No, it isn't," I said. "And that makes us sad. We're trying. We really are."

"We know," they said. Claus laughed and said it.

"This is where you kiss," I said. "Like this."

I leaned over and put my hand behind Amy's neck and pulled her in. It is across the table, so no groping. Darn it.

But it was still quite a kiss. It took us a moment to stop vibrating.

It always does. We finally turned and looked at the men. They appear a bit stunned.

"Your turn," I said. "No, I'm sorry. That was pushy."

Claus leaned over and duplicated my move.

It was one hell of a kiss. Until they broke it. Abruptly.

We get it guys.

"You can finish the kiss in our room later. Naked," said Amy. "We'll lick you clean."

Now they're looking at us with that same shocked look.

"Shake it off, boys," I said. "We may be overwhelming, but we're fun. Let's go ride."

I stood up quickly. Kind of a test.

Oh, they enjoyed it.

"We haven't gotten our check," said Heinz.

"It's covered," said Amy. "Your whole stay is covered. Eat well, drink well, shop in the shops, go to the spa, go ride. Anything on the property is covered, including tips."

There's that look again.

"Why?" said Claus. Then his face got a hard look.

"No, no," said Amy. "You can walk away from us right now. We won't be offended. It is still paid for. We have more money than we could spend in a thousand lifetimes. We find it fun to treat people. Just let us do that. Now we're off to ride. We'd like you to join us for that. You can make a decision on whether to keep going at each step."

"That was very generous of you," said Heinz.

"Dude," I said. "I'll buy you both new cars if you want. I don't think you quite understand what we're saying. I'm 16. I could buy Chile. It would not put a dent in my net worth."

"Really?" said Heinz. "I mean the rumors, but really?"

"Nan bought Portugal by mistake," said Amy.

I just nodded.

"I accidentally ordered a pay-per-view movie once," said Claus. Which was why we were laughing when we got to the stables.

We walked up to the desk and gave them our names.

"I am concerned about your attire," said the clerk, nodding towards our rompers. "They might be fine, but I believe you have signed up for the jump course."

"I'll be fine," I said.

"We'll need your parent's signature," he said.

"No, you don't," said Amy. "That is absolutely not the policy of this hotel and has not been for quite some time."

"How would you know?" he sneered. OK, sneered might not be a verb, but you get my point.

"Is he really this stupid?" asked Amy, kind of to everyone.

"Apparently so," said Claus.

"Well, you clearly won't be riding today," he said.

Amy leaned over the desk and got right in his face.

"She will be riding today," she said, in a pretty terrifying voice. "And you're going to find someone else to man this desk and report yourself to the HR department for retraining. Right now."

He laughed. Oh boy.

"Why would I listen to you?" he said.

"Because my name is Amy," she said.

"Why would I care if...shit," he said. He blanched.

Yeah.

"Does this kind of thing happen a lot?" said Heinz.

"More than it should," I said. "There is no way a parent signature is required for me. No way. I don't know whether he is poorly trained or just stupid, but it happens too often."

It really does.

He actually kind of ran away. I don't even think he told anyone but eventually a pleasant young woman walked up.

"Where is the clerk?" she asked.

"We scared him away," said Amy, with a smile. A careful smile.

We got signed up quickly without question.

Claus and I are off to learn how to jump. Amy and Heinz are going on a pleasure ride. I asked Amy if she wanted to add to the post but she said they had a wonderful pleasure ride and it really wasn't journal worthy.

Mine was kind of hilarious.

There was pomposity involved.

Hilarious.

Claus and I turned out to be the entire class. It is being led by an adorable young woman named Imely.

Adorable.

No, I am not going to seduce her. Maybe.

"So," she said. "Let's start with your riding experience."

She looked at Claus first. I'm not offended. This is Chile. Latin culture.

Claus nodded to me, deferring.

OK then. I am liking Claus more and more.

"I'm a reasonably accomplished rider, but have never jumped," I said. "I can't wait to try. I am sure I will be terrible but it will be fun."

"What do you mean by reasonably accomplished?" she asked.

"I barrel race," I said.

"Well?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, with a smile. No, not over the line. Tempting, but no.

"OK," she laughed. "We'll see how you do."

I should mention that Imely also speaks German. She was a little surprised I speak both Spanish and German given I am American.

Me too, Imely, me too.

Claus shared that he had ridden since he was small but had never raced. He's just really comfortable on a horse.

"Let's go ride the course," said Imely. "We'll ride at a trot and around the jumps. You need to learn the route first."

We did that for a couple laps. Then she had us ride to a little observation spot up a small hill. We sat on our horses and watched her do a run of the course. Afterwards she cooled down her horse and then rode up to us.

"Now," said Imely. "I want you to do it at about half that pace, but it is exhilarating. Who wants to go first?"

This time I nodded at Claus, and he laughed. He went and did a credible job. Probably right about half pace of what Imely did. He cooled down his horse and joined us.

"That was great!" said Imely, with enthusiasm. "It is rare a first time rider does the course without missing a jump. Seriously well done. We'll work on your pace next."

"I'm not sure I have a much faster pace," laughed Claus. "But it is amazing."

"My turn," I said. I rode down to the beginning of the track and got into position. I nodded at the timekeeper and watched the lights. Kind of like the drag strip, right? When it was time, I took off and rode absolutely as hard as I could.

I'm guessing that doesn't surprise you.

I could feel the weight of the giant horse beneath me. We were flying. We quickly approached the first jump, and I actually loosened my hold on the reins a little. I was gambling, and it was a big gamble, that the horse knew better when to jump than I did.

On at least the first jump, my gamble worked. We barely slowed a bit. In fact, I don't think we did at all. We just kept going and the horse kept doing it and the wind just whipped me around. We finished the course and I stepped the horse through the cool down. He seems really winded, so I walked him a little more. Finally I rode over to Imely and Claus. For some reason Claus can't stop laughing and Imely just kind of looks constipated.

"This course is used for the finals of our national championships," said Imely.

"It's very nice," I said. I'm not sure where she is heading.

"You just beat the course record by eighteen seconds," she said.

Oh.

"Well, you did say you were good at barrel racing," she laughed. "How long have you been riding?"

"About four months," I said.

She laughed again.

"Since a young girl then," she said.

"About four months," I said. "I was serious. Oh, I'd done the ride a horse around a circle being led by an adult, but barely. I took up riding four months ago."

Now they're staring.

"How is that possible?" said Imely.

"Because she is from Dionysus," said Claus.

"Maybe," I said.

We rode a few more laps. They swapped out a new horse for me every time. Apparently I was a little hard on them. The last horse. Oh my God, the last horse. We rode like one. I knew it was faster. I just knew it. It felt so great. I finally rode over to them and there were two other people on horses, too.

"You cut another ten seconds off," said Imely.

"You beat my record," said one of the men. "I had to see it. I didn't believe it. I believe it now."

"I'm the head of the racing association," said the other man. "I live nearby and wanted to see it, too. I heard a story that you've only been riding a few months. That can't be true. I've never seen anyone bond with a horse like you did. You were one animal."

We kind of were. And I just know remembered I could have thought to the horse.

"Would you consider entering in an event?" said the racing association dude.

"Maybe," I said. "Let me have the information. I don't have a horse so we'd have to deal with that."

"The last horse you rode was mine," said the champion guy. "I retired this year. I am thrilled that perhaps he will not. You rode him better than I ever have.""

"I cannot believe I am saying this," said the racing association guy. "Because he holds more records than anyone in the history of the sport, but I agree with him."

"OK," I said. "I can probably make it work. But right now, Claus and I have plans."

We're going to fuck.

But you knew that.

Grooms walked up and we slid off our horses.

I took Claus's hand. I wasn't sure he'd let me, but he did. We walked back towards the main hotel.

"You're pretty amazing," he said.

"Nah," I said. "That's the thing. I'm middle of the pack normal in our world."

"You're about to be a Queen," he said.

"OK," I said. "There is that."

Which was why we were laughing when we got into the lobby and ran into Heinz and Amy.

Off to our room.

Back to the room

I have to laugh. OK, not out loud. This is Amy. Claus and Heinz are a little like puppy dogs. Or maybe middle schoolers. They seem to be losing their ability to speak. I stopped us outside our suite.

"It feels like we're pushing too hard," I said. "We don't have to do this."

"No!" they both said, with some verve.

I will be rewarded for verve.

"Repeatedly," thought Rylee. I knew there was a reason to marry her.

"OK," I said. "You can stop at any time."

"No!" they said, with equal verve. Now we're all laughing as we went into the room. Rylee and I are leading the way and shedding clothes. We walked into the bedroom with equally naked Claus and Heinz.

Lying on the bed, equally naked, are Bob and Peaches.

Well, that's a win.

"Hi," said Peaches. "I'm Peaches. I'm here to ravish you all."

Bob's cocked throbbed. They both noticed it. They're struggling with who to look at. Lots of sexy choices.

"OK," said Claus. "This seems pretty amazing, but you seem to be about 9."

"Oh no," said Peaches. "I'm much older. I'm 10. I also own this hotel."

"This hotel," said Claus. "You're the Peaches. A 10-year-old owns tens of thousands of the best hotels in the world."

"Sure," said Bob. "Two of the Queens are 12 and 16."

"Not yet," said Rylee.

"Soon," said Bob.

"Feels like a celebration is in order!" said Peaches. "So men, do you need us to coach you in how to make love to a woman?"

They both nodded.

"First we need to shower," said Amy. "This suite has four bathrooms. No sharing. No wasting one in the shower."

Darn it.

We took quick showers, and all came back into the bedroom.

"Oh goody," said Peaches. "This is so much fun. Rylee. Go down on me. Teach them. Boys, get on each side of me. Would you like Bob to take turns fucking you in the ass while you observe?"

"Well, that seems good," said Claus.

Now we're all laughing.

"Who do I fuck first?" asked Bob.

It bodes well for their marriage that they both wanted the other to go first. Wait, I should say that out loud.

"It bodes well for your marriage that you both want the other to go first," said Amy.

See! We're so in sync.

"Yes, we are," thought Amy.

"Did I just hear something in my head?" said Claus.

"Oh boy," said Peaches. "This is going to be fun."

"Let's focus on the sex lesson," I said. "Then we'll teach you about reading minds and flying."

"That seems a bit unbelievable," said Heinz.

"Is there much about Dionysus that is believable?" said Peaches, right as Amy got her over for the first time. Hey, we were talking, but Amy got busy.

Peaches screamed a bit.

"Is she OK?" said Claus.

"I think she had such a big orgasm that she screamed," said Heinz.

"Yes!" we all said.

Including Heinz, who threw out that jinx.

"It seemed like a safe bet," he said.

Oh, we paid off, but we were careful.

"Thank God you were careful," said Heinz. "But it was close."

Amy got Peaches off a few more times while I narrated and then they each got their turn. They finally decided that the man not getting fucked could go down on Peaches.

Then we explained the Full Orlando.

It seems like a nice balance.

We finally wore everyone out and it was pretty late at night. Several bottles of amazing wine were involved. Claus and Heinz got dressed and headed to their rooms. It was the four of us in bed. Amy, Bob, Peaches, and me. Suddenly Peaches hopped out of bed.

"Come on, Bob," said Peaches. "Our job here is done."

Bob hopped out of bed, too, and we watched them get dressed. We appreciated what they were doing, but damn, our cock is all leaving.

"We're going to have to find more cock," said Amy.

"A lot more cock," I said.

We were asleep moments later. Naked and sticky.

A pretty common occurrence.

Oh, we found more cock. Do you doubt us? But I'll leave this story here. Just let me close by saying every trip was different but every trip was the same in that it was a wonderful time spent with my future spouse.

It is going to be amazing.

"It is already amazing," said Amy.

She got that right.

Sweep people into our world

Just the four of us. That's pretty rare. Rylee, here. Just Bob, Amy, Pari, and me. We just finished dinner and we're enjoying a nice glass of wine in the living room. The walls are open and there is a full moon over the Mediterranean.

It's pretty nice.

We're on two love seats that are 90 degrees from each other. Both have a great view out the wall. Both have a great view of the other couch. I'm on the left couch with Amy. Pari's on the right couch with Bob. Could have been any combination. It really could. Oh, Pari and I get that Bob and Amy are the anchor of the relationship. That just naturally means that Pari and I spend a lot of time together.

Feels like a win to me. Gorgeous, physically perfect, incredibly brilliant, an incredible conversationalist, powerful throughout the world, and simply incredible sexually.

"Right back at ya," said Pari.

Aw.

"You know something?" I said. I have their full attention. It is really quite fascinating. They are completely focused on me.

God, I love them.

"I just went on a glorious vacation with each of you," I said. "On every single one, we swept people into our world. Sometimes literally people off the street. In every case we completely upended their world. Some moved across the country. Some kids bought school districts. Tsunami level change for all of them. To top it off, we fucked every single one of them and in every case introduced the families to all fucking each other, including same sex. Parents and kids. Heck, most of the kids are going to marry and a few of the parents are adding more."

"Yes, all that's true," said Amy, with a little twinkle.

"I know," I said. "But that's not my point. My point is that I think it is wonderful for every single person and I am 100% confident that they will always agree. Our world is not just better, it is orders of magnitude better and it could be everyone's world."

"It could," said Pari. "We're trying."

"Sometimes I just feel like Leslie should just take over the world," I said. "After a few days, they'd all thank us."

"But I know that's not the right answer," I added. "So we sweep people in. Sometimes families. Sometimes school districts. The occasional county. Accidental countries. I honestly think it is inevitable."

"Jessica is alive on this planet in our world at this time for a reason," said Bob.

We all sat there quietly for a bit, sipping our wine, thinking about what he said.

"With Bill at her side," said Pari.

A little more wine sipping.

"If anyone can save the world, Jessica can," said Amy. "Not to diminish people like both of you, and Carlina, and Chris, and Luke, and Leslie, and more."

"You're not," said Pari. "At all. We do what we can, but we're limited by being human. Jessica and Bill aren't."

I think that ended the conversation. We sipped wine for a little longer and then Pari uncurled from the couch and walked out onto the lanai. We all watched her cute little ass in the moonlight for a moment, then got up and hurried after her. She laid down on a big lounge right at the edge, over the water. She is simply glowing in the moonlight.

"Ravish me," she said.

So we did.

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