24 December 2024

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Pari the real estate mogul

Pari, here. Yep, pint-size real estate mogul and NBA team owner. Oh yeah, I'm the Minister of Education, too. Gotta have a day job. Can't forget the beer distributor. Who ends up owning 6 of the top 10 largest beer distributors in the US just so she can have a beer?

That would be me. I like a nice IPA could be my motto. Then again, a nice wine hits the spot, too. That was easier. Now, some of you are probably worrying about me. I know my limits. It's not even one per day. Three bottles of beer or glasses of wine a week. I'm small. It could be a problem. Luckily my spouses are supportive of me.

Spouses. Ya gotta love my life.

So back to this story. Do you remember way back when Bob and I bought a school and used a threat to buy it for back taxes as a negotiating ploy? It was my first trip with Bob.

Damn. It was my first trip with Bob. We had such a great time. I think I knew then but didn't even take myself seriously. He was the freaking King and married to the most amazing woman on the planet.

And now we're a quad. Fucking amazing. Amazing fucking. It works either way. No, we're not married to Rylee yet.

Yet. We're still a quad.

Anyway, back to this story. I hadn't planned on actually doing anything, but the idea has been on my mind since then. Not often, but every once in a while it's like someone taps me on the shoulder and says is now the time?. You get what I mean.

So I went to the department chair of the international business program in Athens and proposed a class project. They would research, globally, banks' bad loan portfolios and cross-reference them to back taxes. Then they could value the properties against the taxes and gather pertinent information, including health of the bank, status of the property, and value versus loan. In other words, I was going to cherry pick the best assets. I would make a fair offer, just like I did the last time. If they dug their heels but were nice about it, I'd put it on the list to try again later. I think I have a bit of a mean streak though, because if they were assholes, I could be, too. Sorry to be so blunt. People underestimate me because I am young and small.

Never underestimate someone who is young and small and from Dionysus. Hell, look at Jessica and Bill. Seriously, look at them. They're freaking gorgeous. Literally the most beautiful people on the planet.

Again, back to the story. Special emphasis would be on properties that could become a school. Actual schools would get the highest priority, then properties with buildings that could at least be class rooms, then open land. Coming in last would be demos. You know, where we had to demolish everything. Schools in smaller cities where we could really expand would be a plus. They didn't have to be that big. Oh, I'd buy random stuff, too, but schools were my priority. I was particularly interested in opportunities outside the US since we had the shopping centers in the US. We're also buying up school districts in the US. It wasn't a requirement though. Even something school related wasn't a requirement, just good value for the money.

I didn't have any particular reason to do it other than it was interesting and seemed like a class project, but I would probably skim at least the schools, if they found any. I sweetened the pot by offering 10% of the immediate benefit. Half would go to the student that recommended the building and half to the professor personally. Hey, we can do shit like that here. Money, right? Oh, now that I thought of it, any properties with potential for wine or weed would be good. That's a song title if I've ever written one. By immediate profit, I mean the valuation difference between what we paid and our estimate of what it was worth. That would be Jason's call. You can't let the kids calculate their own benefit. Actually, we were going to let the kids calculate it and then have Jason's team validate it. My guess was they would be very close and that the kids would undervalue their benefit.

Today was pitch day. We set it up like Shark tank. The professor had chosen the first batch of ten that she thought had the best combination of benefits, from usefulness of the property, to immediate profit benefit, to ability to close the deal. It was based on over a dozen criteria that she had developed.

I was going to surprise the class just a bit, since I brought judges with me. It was going to be a three-person panel. I was the chair and made the ultimate decisions. I brought our Minister of Finance. You know, Morgan.

And I brought the Queen. The only other Queen. For now. Amy. She tried to argue me out of it, but she has a sensitivity that would be helpful. She read the situation and knew good from bad, well before she had the facts. The only other person that I knew that could do that was Ruby. OK, Jessica, but Jessica isn't human. Ruby was the master, although my skills were improving.

Except with Simpson. That was a fail. We won't go there. I think my rebound relationship is pretty good though, right?

The kids had just come in and at least half were stunned into silence by the panel. Let's face it, regardless of what type of woman appealed to you, we had it covered. There was some serious sex appeal on our panel.

And we had a princess and two queens. OK, that sounded like a porn title for transgender porn. And I'm telling that to Bob. Married or not, I like it when Bob rewards me.

Focus.

First up was Nikolas, a hometown boy from Athens. We had his profile, but nothing about his project. He is 11 years old and freaking adorable. OK, I am always horny, but still, he was. He was tall for his age, really thin, with gorgeous skin and an infectious smile. He was in khakis and a DAU polo in burgundy that just popped on him.

And he wore actual pants. That's classy for pitch day. Kidding, sort of. They were allowed to have notes, but not a presentation. Bob had infected us with his hatred of PowerPoint. He had nothing. He was prepared to do his pitch without notes. I was impressed with his confidence.

He skipped the introductions and dove right in.

"My proposal is an asset in New York City. The financial district to be specific. The property is the World Trade Center complex, highlighted by the recently built One World Trade Center. However, it includes the entire site. Three other building are under construction, one museum of two is complete, and the rental agreements in One WTC are favorable," said Nikolas. "It is available due to a bet by a single bank created for the purpose. It was, frankly, a tax dodge for the ultrawealthy. They weren't even subtle about it, given they named it WTC Bank and their one and only office is in One WTC. While I recognize that the scoring rubric leads towards negotiation first, my analysis says that would be ineffective. My recommendation is to pay the back taxes. New York, both city and state, are very favorable towards investors clearing their tax rolls and there is one major concession with the property. Purchasing through tax liens in the US often come with the responsibility for toxic cleanup, even retroactively. In this case, there is a very specific waiver for this, guaranteed by the Federal government, because of 9/11. The trade is the two museums, which are major tourist attractions and actually quite profitable.

"So my two-step proposal is to quietly pay the back taxes and then negotiate, preferably without mentioning that ownership. The tax investment would be $1.2 billion. They owe a lot of taxes. I suspect that the investors and customers believe they have been paid and that money may have been stolen."

I'm not sure he didn't do that all-in-one breath. Then again, I can breathe underwater.

Anyway.

He was very professional, but you could feel the passion.

It was also outlandishly bold. The value of the underlying asset was easily $25 billion, and the outstanding loans were a hair over $10 billion. Even with the taxes, the calculated upside was $13 billion. Once he pitched, we were given the financials to review.

Remember the rules. If we said yes and pulled it off, $1.3 billion would be split between Nikolas and Daphne, the professor. That would make their day. The next step was a break for everyone except the three of us. They actually cleared the room. We promised a 5-minute decision but hadn't planned on a $11+ billion first investment. I let the other two talk first.

"No brainer," said Morgan. "Do it. You have over a 100% return on your investment day one and own an iconic property that is not fully developed. Put our construction techniques into play with our project management and take them off the grid and damn near everything is upside."

"Nothing to add to that," said Amy. "Go do it."

I didn't even have to vote on the first one, but seriously, $11 billion. We called them back in. We weren't announcing decisions until all 10 had pitched for the day. I'll come back to some of those, because we approved nine of the ten and sent the tenth back for more research but were pretty confident we would fund it, too. None were as audacious as the first one, but none were small either. Somehow I expected proposals in the hundreds of thousands or maybe a million or two.

Damn. I'd underestimated powerful young men and women. In the end, that day, we awarded over $100 million to nine students and would eventually to the tenth. Each. The professor broke $2 billion.

It was a lot of fun. There were also 43 people in the class. We'd have to come back for the rest. Ten more at a time, with thirteen in the last group. This was fun. I'm going to pass the pen for a bit.

I never thought they'd do it

Nikolas, here. Oh, you were expecting Morgan or Amy. Yeah, I get to use just their first names now.

Sorry, that was meant to be a joke. I'm pretty calm and collected and can present pretty well, but my social skills and understanding of humor are lacking. I know I'm on the spectrum, but I am working on it. I'm pretty fucking smart so I should be able to figure out how to not be a dork, even if it is just through training.

That was a weird tangent, wasn't it? It's sort of a passion of mine for obvious reasons. I had shared with the judging panel that I planned on donating almost all of the money to the top global autism research organizations if we closed the deal. There were others like me. They insisted that I wouldn't do that and Morgan donated a billion dollars in my name from Hayden. I like these people. I was just a student at the school. My family still lived in the crappy part of Athens. Maybe not anymore.

Did I mention the celebration? All eleven of us, the professor and ten students, were invited to dinner that night at the Queens' house. Holy shit, I went from a bad school in a poor part of Athens to partying with the Queens.

And it was one hell of a party, but that's not what my first entry is going to be about. I'll let someone else tell that story. Oh, I understand I should tell it. Let me come back to that.

The reason I have a story to tell is that Pari and I were in her plane flying to New York for our appointment with the principal lending officer of the bank. It hadn't gone well, and we weren't even there. He pushed and prodded to not have a meeting. Pari and I discussed it and finally decided to be pushy.

We faxed him a copy of the tax receipt where we paid all the taxes. Yep, he didn't have to meet with us. We were foreclosing.

Bam. Meeting scheduled.

Hell, I can't even believe I am on this plane let alone that Pari told me I was leading the negotiations. I might not have been quite this bold in my proposal if I knew that. I'd never even been on an airplane.

I'd never been out of Athens.

I do clean up well, though. Pari had someone named Jamir take me to a clothing store on freaking Eros. Jamir picked me up at the marina in a yacht. He is 10 years old. In a yacht. Just him. A fast yacht. We flew across the water and docked at a marina on Eros. It must have been a weird joke though because there were rows of what looked to be mockups of the Jetsons car. I'd seen the cartoon.

Not mockups. I flew to the clothing store in a Jetson's car with my new 10 year old friend, Jamir.

And I thought being in college was weird. Sorry for this tangent, but it was fun. We went into the store, and he introduced me to Timmy, who owned the store. Hell, I may be socially awkward but I know who the hottest designer on the planet was. I like fashion. I do. I'm OK with that. Maybe it is because I like girls and boys. Oh, that might have been insulting.

Not very good at this.

A girl came out with a tape measure around her neck and told she needed to measure me. I was a little distracted though, because she was naked.

Naked.

She introduced herself as Mehri. I found out later she was distant cousin of Pari's, which made sense because they could have been twins.

Same puffies. I was staring at her puffies. OK, maybe Pari has A cups but you get my point. She looked confused, too.

"I can't measure you with your clothes on," she said. Then she just stood there.

"You don't live on the islands, do you?" said Mehri. I shook my head no.

"OK, got it, sorry," said Mehri. "Most people just strip right here. We're pretty comfortable with nudity. If you prefer, I can take you to someplace more private." For some reason, Jamir and Timmy were stripping now.

"We thought it might make you more comfortable," said Jamir. What it made me was even harder. Then Jamir got hard. Then Timmy did. Mehri laughed and reached over and stroked Jamir's cock. She stroked his cock!

"Let me get this done first, Jamir," said Mehri. "Or was that for Timmy?" Jamir laughed.

"Both, but I am hopeful about Nikolas, too," said Jamir. Mehri smiled.

"Me too," said Mehri. "Me too."

"Me too," said Timmy.

Oh my God.

I might be shy and awkward, but there was a beautiful girl and two incredible men, naked, in front of me inviting me to strip. I stripped. I'm pretty sure my clothes evaporated. Mehri did a very nice job measuring me. I even got a stroke when I got hard.

I almost came.

"Are you close?" asked Mehri. I just nodded while trying not to cum. She dropped to her knees and suddenly my cock was in the warmest, wettest place I have ever felt. I'd read about blowjobs, and seen them in porn, but nothing prepared me for the experience. No, I am afraid I didn't last and filled up her mouth. She even showed it to me on her tongue.

"Would you like it back?" asked Jamir. I must have looked confused because I was confused. Jamir explained what he meant.

Oh yeah, I was in. I liked my own cum. I often shot into my own mouth. It's sexy and fun. This time I got it from Mehri, in a passionate kiss. With tongue!

I'm kind of new to this. Mehri took my hand and pulled me over to a couch. She sat back with her legs wide, right at the edge of the couch. She clearly understood my inexperience because it was a teaching moment. I learned how to give head. She said I was a fast learner, and then squirted all over me. I kind of liked it. Timmy and Jamir were sitting on each side of her. They were giving me direction, too, and playing with Mehri's nipples. I don't know how many times a girl can cum in a row, but I lost track. She tugged on my hair, which was odd, but when I looked up, she pulled me up her body. She took my cock in her hand. Her hand!

Back in her mouth. She whispered and coached me, and I lasted and lasted. Well sure, I'd just cum. She kept going over, which surprised me.

Wow, a tangent during sex. She told me to cum on her tits. Her tits! Sorry.

And I did. A lot. More than I've ever cum before and I just did. You couldn't even see her nipples anymore. Jamir and Timmy dove right in. They kissed some of it to Mehri, but most of it to me.

I liked this. When we were done, we talked. Yes, I went to the Athens school, and I knew all about the wrestling room, but shy, remember? Maybe not quite so shy anymore. I was going to the wrestling room. Yes, I fucking was.

Oh wait, I hadn't finished the story. I'll do the quick version. I gave my first blowjobs. Yes, plural. I fucked Jamir in the ass and Timmy fucked me. In a train. I was in a train!

Sorry, still excited.

That was quite a tangent. This is hard! Oh, did I make a joke? I didn't mean to. They tell me I need to tell the joke to King Bob and he will reward me.

"How would he reward me?" I said. "I'm pretty rich now."

"Probably by fucking you in the ass," said Timmy. "He's very good at it. Trust me."

Oh. That sounds amazing.

Back to the present. I know that was all confusing. Yes, I had been to the party. No, it wasn't my first blowjob.

It all just still excites me.

Back to our trip to New York. I was wearing a very nice suit. Charcoal gray, white shirt with cufflinks and a red and blue tie. I looked snazzy. The tie was something called a Jerry Garcia. I didn't know what that meant, but it was a work of art.

I did not look anywhere near as nice as Pari. She was in a simple dark skirt and a white blouse. Very professional.

Sexy AF, too.

We landed on a damn tall building and Pari took me downstairs into the top floor apartment. Wow. Just wow. The view. That's when I realized there were no bedrooms.

"Where are the bedrooms?" I asked. Pari smiled and held out her hand.

"We're early. Let me show you the bedrooms," said Pari, leading me towards a stairway I hadn't noticed.

Pari taught me a lot more things in a short period of time. She showed me a book called the Kama Sutra. She promised that the girls and boys at school knew the book. Then she taught me something called the Golden Arches.

We both liked it.

I think I may have found the perfect way to calm down and focus more before a meeting. Pari is quite the teacher. We went downstairs and a freaking Mercedes limo was waiting for us, complete with a driver with a little hat.

"Someone will see us drive up," said Pari. "It is all about the image. I was torn about this or driving us, but then we have to deal with parking, although I could have just let the car fly off to the nearest Target."

Sure, let your car fly off. I know I gave her a look and she laughed.

"I'll show you later," said Pari. "This will be over before lunch. We'll go someplace nice for lunch."

I'd follow Pari anywhere. Oh, I know I had no shot, but I'll take what I can get. It was a bit of a drive and the temptation to rip off her clothes in the backseat of a limo was strong. I wouldn't do it. I can control myself.

"Not now, big boy," said Pari. "You'll get another chance later."

I can't believe she said that where the driver could hear! She looked over at me and made sure I was looking.

"He couldn't hear me," she said, but her lips didn't move and no sounds came out. But I could hear her. She just laughed and patted my hand.

"Some things we don't always understand," she said, this time out loud.

We finally pulled up in front of One WTC. People were staring at the limo and I think it disappointed them when two kids got out. Pari had warned me that people would not take us seriously and to just push through it and she would help. We presented ourselves at the reception desk and they were ready for us. We could tell they were surprised by our ages, but they didn't say anything. We were led into a conference room and it started off badly. Really badly.

We knew the two people in the room were the CFO and CEO. The CFO slammed the door and the CEO started yelling. Pari had taught me that you never react to aggression. The louder they are, the softer you are, to the point of them having to lean in to even hear you. We just stood there smiling while he yelled. Much of it was new words I was learning in English and I'm pretty sure they were not good words. Finally he ran out of words and sat down, hard. The CFO took over. Damn, that man was smarmy, which is a word I just learned but applied.

"I am sure you understand that this was just a paperwork error," said the CFO. "We are prepared to cut a check for the amount you paid in taxes and correct the error."

Pari let out a short laugh that came out as almost a bark. She'd expected this and coached my response.

"We calculate a profit opportunity of more than $13 billion. We are happy to discount that for you," I said. "Cut us a check for $10 billion and when it clears, we'll sign it back over to you." I thought the CEO was going to explode. Just then I got a text. I ignored it until I immediately got a second text. Pari ignored the men and pulled out her phone, so I did the same.

"Found it. CEO and CFO skimmed. Solid proof. FBI on their way," said the text from Morgan. "Close it now."

"Sorry, Nikolas, but I'll take this," said Pari.

"You two gentlemen are not in a position of power. That message was to tell us that the FBI is on their way to arrest you. We suspect you'll need money for good representation," said Pari. "We're prepared to make a fair offer to close the deal even though we don't have to. We've valued the asset to return the initial investment of the participants, plus provide a $2 million legal fund for the two of you to share. That is less, of course, all your seized assets. In other words, if you don't sign, you'll get public defenders, and every investor will want your hide. I wouldn't be surprised if some of those investors would literally want to skin you alive." With that, she pull out paperwork and set it in front of them. They got all blustery and both used some even newer words for me.

Just then the door burst in, and we heard "FBI" shouted loudly. Pari and I just stood there quietly. The CEO quickly pulled the paperwork across the table and signed it. While the FBI agent grabbed it, we knew that wasn't an issue. We'd get it eventually. Sooner than I expected, because the lead agent skimmed it and turned to us.

"Are you Nikolas?" he asked. "We were told to expect Nikolas and Pari and that you'd be well-dressed and young. The odds are in your favor." We laughed and agreed we were. He handed me the paperwork.

"It looks like you own this entire complex," he said, turning and walking out of the room. I looked at the paperwork.

The entire complex was in my name. Pari laughed.

"Your project," said Pari. "Now you have to hire someone to run it or run it yourself."

Run it myself. No fucking way I could run this myself.

"Sure you could," said Pari, without actually speaking. That was still weird. Then she looked around and leaned in for a kiss. And groped me. I think I moaned.

"Yep," said Pari. I'm sure I moaned again.

I was a little embarrassed when an older man walked into the room, given I was tenting my pants a bit. He noticed. Yes, he noticed, and it made him smile. That was nice, I guess. He looked at Pari closely, and then he got hard. I can't blame you, dude. She's beautiful, stunning, funny, and every other word I could think of. I'll have to expand my English to discover some more.

"Thanks, that was sweet," she said. That got a funny look from the dude, because she did say that out loud. She just laughed.

"My name is Bryson," he said, shaking both of our hands. "Could I beg you for a moment of your time as the new owners? I'm the senior Federal banking regulator for district." We all sat down. It was weird. He didn't even seem to notice he was talking to two kids. He treated us like, well, the buyers.

"First, I want to thank you both. We've had our eyes on this bank since the day they consolidated the debt. They were good, though, and while we knew they were dirty, we didn't catch them. How did you figure out that they were delinquent on their taxes? We didn't make that connection," said Bryson.

Pari and I explained the program at DAU.

"So you're a graduate student at DAU," he said, indicating me. "And you, Pari, are the Minister of Education. You're a legend in the financial community."

"Me?" said Pari. "Why me? I'm nothing special." What is it about people barking out their laughs?

"Really? You rolled up the top five shopping center owners in the US into a single entity and are closing most of what you bought and turning them into schools and community centers. Incredible schools. My kids have applied for the school in Trumball. They're on a waiting list and hopeful. We understand the announcement of acceptances will come shortly. Our kids will fit in so well," he said, and his cock bounced. I'll bet they would. Pari pulled out her phone and asked the kids names. Kinsley was his 9-year-old daughter and Preston was his 11-year-old son. In the time it took you to read that, she got a text.

"Would you and your family like to join us for dinner tonight?" asked Pari. "Our treat. We could celebrate their acceptance in the school." His eyes got huge and, yes, his cock bounced again, and he looked at us both with what could only be viewed as hunger.

"They're in?" he said. She just smiled and nodded.

"You would have gotten the letter in a day or so," said Pari. "Dinner? We can send someone to bring them all into the city. We know about your two kids. Is there a wife or husband, too?" He cocked his head.

"Wife or husband," he said. "That's just normal to you?" Pari laughed.

"Well, yes, but wife and husband would have been normal to us, too," said Pari with her amazing smile. "After all, I am married to the King and Queen."

I admit, Bryson and I both moaned, just a little. He formed a little wet spot, too. The precum was strong with this one. Pari looked around to ensure there weren't any cameras in the room and walked over and locked the door. Then she kneeled down in front of Bryson and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She waved me over and I got on my knees next to her. She pulled out his cock and, damn, took the entire thing down her throat. She's good at that. Then she passed his cock to me and I showed my lesser skills.

"We can't have a mess," said Pari. "Whoever is sucking him when he cums needs to swallow."

It turned out that was me. I saved a little to kiss to Pari. Are you kidding? A reason to kiss Pari cannot be missed. Pari zipped and buckled him up and then waved at me to stand up. She did the same to me and dropped my pants and underwear. She grabbed my cock.

And offered it to Bryson. Oh, he was eager. Very eager. He was quite good, too, and swallowed every drop.

Ah, no he didn't. He kissed it all to Pari. Damn, that was hot. I buckled back up just as someone knocked on the door. Pari went over and casually opened it and let it an incredibly attractive woman in her twenties. Tall, blonde, athletic, with nice B cups. She was in a conservative suit, but I could see all that well.

Smoking, but not compared to Pari.

"Thanks," she said, in my head.

She had a stack of paperwork and waved us over to the table.

"We have an issue and wanted to brief you on it and make you an offer," said the young woman, who we found out was Tiff. Yeah, Tiff. I loved it. Tiff's eyes settled on Pari and Tiff cocked her head a bit. Then she reached over and wiped Pari's cheek and then stuck her finger in her mouth. Her eyebrows went up and she looked right at Bryson and laughed. Then she went right back to work.

They seemed like a fun team.

"We recognize that everything you've done was correct. We have no issues with your ownership of this property, in fact, more power to you," said Tiff. "We see you've already established a US corporation, with Nikolas holding all the stock, and transferred ownership, which makes us even more comfortable." We had?

"Just listen," thought Pari. I smiled at her and got a killer smile in return.

"Here's our problem. You didn't have to buy the loan, but you avoided a lengthy court battle by doing so and clearly established ownership. Unfortunately, the combination of your purchase and their theft, leaves the bank insolvent. We don't care about the rich people trying to get away from paying taxes, but to maintain the front, they have a significant number of smaller investors, most of who they did not put into FDIC covered accounts," said Tiff.

"Ah shit," said Pari. That made Bryson and Tiff laugh.

"Not the way we might have put it, but an accurate assessment," said Bryson.

"Oh, it is worse. In the event of the dissolution of the bank, which will occur shortly if we don't find an alternative solution, the accounts are setup, so the wealthy clients get it all. Every penny," said Tiff.

"Ah shit," I said to much laughter.

"You have a suggestion," said Pari.

"Yes, now that you setup the US corporation," said Tiff. "We take over the bank, but do not put it in receivership. That means the clause doesn't trigger. Then we sell you the bank for a dollar. Then you, as sole owners of the bank, change the clause to favor the small investors, and immediately dissolve the bank. The money you generously invested will get dispersed to the smaller investors, who will get roughly 85 cents on the dollar, and the higher-end investors will get nothing.

"You, Tiff, are devious, and I like that in a woman," said Pari.

"Did I mention that I have a third child, an older daughter?" said Bryson. Oh my. Tiff had clearly recognized the taste of Bryson's cum.

"Then you must come to dinner, Tiff," said Pari.

"I think that is an excellent idea," said Bryson. "Simply excellent." Bryson got up and locked the door. He came back and got on his knees in front of Pari. He lifted her skirt and to his delight, she had nothing on under it. He waved Tiff over and they took turns getting her off with their fingers and tongues. I was impressed at her ability to cum quietly. She reached over and felt to see if Bryson was hard. I know I was.

Which is how I found myself pounding Tiff doggy-style on the floor of the conference room, next to Bryson, who was doing the same to Pari.

I think I like being a banker.

Pari made sure we came down someone's throat. In my case, Tiff's. In Bryson's case, still Tiff.

Tiff was fun.

Hell yes, they were fun

Pari this time. They were fun and Nikolas is going to do a fine job. If he's ready, he can move to New York for a while. If not, he can hire someone. Bob and Amy owned the whole building now and I know there a couple half floors that are vacant, and they've just been holding. I'm pretty sure Nikolas would like Robert and Scarlett, too. The rest of us did. Scarlett. Wow.

With Ruby. That was quite a night. Don't you wish you were me? Then again, I go home most nights to Amy, Bob, and Rylee. Still wish you were me, don't you?

Back to today. We could have gone out to dinner, but I suggested we cater it at our apartment and enjoy the view. The view they were expecting to enjoy was of the New York skyline.

Not the view I was hoping for at all. I'm a horny little thing, remember? I needed to find a pilot to pick up Bryson's wife Margarita and their kids. I could have just sent the plane, but most people won't just get on an empty plane. We all will, but we get that they fly autonomously, and we can all fly them anyway. I looked in the app for a pilot. I admit I was leaning towards a cock. I didn't care if they were a man or a woman, but we needed more cock. Cesar and Bogdan, two brothers in Bucharest were both available, and so was their sister, Delia. I'd met them just one time, but damn. I invited them all.

We're a fun group, what can I say. Given that I'd been fucked by Bryson, I had high confidence I wasn't misreading the situation. His cumming down Tiff's throat kind of cemented it.

I think I'll leave the story of tonight to another chapter.

You're not going to let me get away with that, are you?

You'll love this, too. Let me walk through who is here.

Nikolas, Cesar, Bogdan, Delia, and me. Three boys, two girls.

Bryson, Tiff, Preston, and Kinsley. Two boys, two girls.

Here's the part you're going to love.

Margarita and Roman. One boy, one girl.

Margarita is Bryson's wife. Roman is their boyfriend. See! Oh, it gets better. Roman is Margarita's 16-year-old brother.

Fun, fun, fun.

Six boys, five girls. We used up all six cocks. It totaled 26 cums. We let them use up one cum each on each other. That left 20 cums. Five of us. Four cums each.

Nope. Three cums for the others.

Eight for me.

Seemed about right. Oh, you want to know how. Come on. All five in the front. Two in the back. One on my lower back. Yeah, I thought that one was weird, particularly when he spread it around with his cock. Although he did offer me his cum covered cock. I liked that.

Roman is a little odd. He did clean it all up though and it felt oddly nice to have someone licking your back. Particularly when he worked his way down and rimmed me.

Fun night. I didn't mention the Kama sutra game or s'mores. Both were involved. I also did not go into detail of the girls getting off girls. That would require an entire chapter. We all love pussy.

I'm off to bed. Nikolas gets to sleep with me. So does Tiff.

Ah, the party

I guess I do have to tell the story of the party that night. The night that Morgan, Pari, and Amy were the judges for our project. Remember, back in a time a bit to that first day. They didn't just invite us. They invited our entire class of 43, plus the professor. They picked us up at the marina in three boats that they called a 37. It was wicked looking. I happened to get a seat next to Jessica, who was driving. Our captain, I guess. I did ask even though I thought I knew. Jessica is 5. Jessica also asked if I'd like a blowjob.

"Yes," I said. "I would love that, but I have my eye on someone to be my first tonight." Jessica looked at me closely.

"On the spectrum. Shy. You don't mean first time tonight, you mean first time," said Jessica. "I'm guessing it is one of the three who were your judges. All would be amazing choices. Mom is intimidating, so I doubt you'd go there, leaving Morgan and her amazing D cups and Mom Pari with her puffies. Given your cock bounced in your shorts at the word Pari, that's where I'm going."

Don't forget. This was before Pari, and I went to New York.

I think my whole body was red at this point. I blush when I'm embarrassed. Jessica noticed and smiled.

"Dude, it's all good. You know that. If you're not ready, you're not ready. If you are ready, then just walk up to Pari and tell her exactly what you want. Sex in public? In private? A small group? For your first time, you should bring someone to help. Have you ever gone down on a girl?" asked Jessica.

I shook my head no.

"Then you should pick a chick. They're better teachers of oral sex," said Jessica. I looked at her and smiled.

"Are you a good teacher, Jessica?" I said. I couldn't believe I said it! I know I blushed again.

"Dude!" shouted Jessica. "Well played. I'm proud of you for asking that. Really proud. And the answer is that I am a simply outstanding teacher. But keep in mind, it is customary for the coach, the teacher, to be your second. While I'd love that, and so would you, don't limit yourself just because I'm adorable. Which I am." She hit me with a smile and damn she is adorable. Somehow that made her laugh.

"Yeah," said Jessica. "And I have a 7-year-old exception. So does my twin brother. He's a great teacher, too."

"Can we change the subject?" I asked. "Much more of this and I'll waste the first one in my pants." We talked about this and that. It wasn't that long of a ride at the speed were making. You couldn't even tell there were waves. The boat was amazing. We all got off onto a deck at the back of a resort or a clubhouse. Jessica laughed.

"This is my moms and dad's house," she said, still holding my hand. "Let's find them. Mom Pari and Rylee will be with them. After all, they're a quad."

I think I stared.

"Yeah," said Jessica. "She's Mom Pari. Doesn't change a thing. She'll still happily be your first. And Rylee will be Mom Rylee soon."

"Then again, Mom and Dad would do ya, too," said Jessica, with a leer. "But if you pick them, you can't have me."

Well fuck. That was tantalizing and complicated.

"Not a difficult decision at all. I found my coach. I still like my decision," I said, smiling at her. I feel really comfortable with Jessica.

"What are you studying?" I asked and she laughed.

"I just finished my doctorate in international business," said Jessica. "I'm looking for a project that I can help with. No specific ideas."

"How would you like to help run the new World Trade center complex," I said. "I hear the guy whose idea it was doesn't have a clue."

"I hear he is pretty self-aware and always chooses good coaches," said Jessica, laughing. "We'll talk after." Just then we pulled up next to a really big lounge. For some reason it was gold. Gaudy and gold. Pari was in the middle and Amy was on her left, from my vantage point. King Bob was on her right.

They were all naked. Pari was casually stroking his cock with one hand and making lazy circles on Amy's clit with the other. Yes, I know the anatomy. I read books. She saw me and saw that I was looking at the chaise. The gaudy gold chaise. Pari laughed, Bob smiled, and Amy rolled her eyes.

"Bob insisted we needed a throne," said Pari. "We prefer a throne with a broader set of uses." Just then a young guy came up and took Jessica's other hand.

That must be Bill. Pari looked at me, then at the kids.

"Are you coaches?" asked Pari. Bill and Jessica both nodded vigorously.

"That means it must be me," said Pari. Then she gave me a smile that would set a black hole back on fire.

Hey, I'm not good at this yet. It was a great smile.

Bob and Amy hopped right off the lounge and Bill and Jessica climbed up. They each sat beside Pari, cross-legged.

"Do you want to do it here, or would you prefer privacy?" asked Amy. "It is entirely your choice. Out here, you can wave anyone you want to join you. Anyone or no one."

I thought about it for a bit.

"I'd feel more comfortable in a bedroom," I said. "But I don't mind a small audience." Which is how we ended up with Bob and Amy joining us.

And Rylee. Oh. My. God.

"Happy to be your second," said Rylee.

"Third," said Jessica, with some passion. It made Rylee laugh.

"Third," said Rylee, who laughed some more. It is mesmerizing. She is naked.

"Bounce, bounce," said Rylee. Then she lifted her left breast and sucked on her own nipple. I think she had an orgasm, too.

Can my day get better?

Pari, Bill, and Jessica got onto the huge bed and into the same positions.

"OK, we're going to start with proper foreplay. Lay down on Pari, but with your knees on each side so you can support most of your weight," she explained. I did just as she told me and gave Pari a tentative kiss.

"That was nice," said Pari. "May I teach you some more?" I think my head almost fell off I shook it so hard. She held my cheeks and started kissing me. I felt her tongue touch my lips. I had no idea what to do, but my mouth opened a bit and in went her tongue. I pulled away, but not for a good reason.

"Deep breaths, thinking of anything else. Math problems. Anything," said Jessica. Bill shifted and Jessica pushed me to roll onto my back. I don't know how, but I didn't cum. I was so close. Pari rolled up onto her side, facing me.

"It's all good, Nikolas. Part of the learning experience and you handled it perfectly. Back off. Take your mind off of it. Lay back," said Bill. "Have you ever noticed when you jack off that the first one is really quick and after that it takes more time and effort but is amazing?"

I am confident I was bright red from head to toe. Pari leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"We all play with ourselves," said Pari. I looked at her and she had her hand between her legs and was pumping two fingers in and out. Bill and Jessica were demonstrating, too, but I know I'm not supposed to be specific. They did say that I could share that Bill and Jessica taught a class on giving an outstanding blow job and I was, um, their model.

It was amazing. I learned how to give a blowjob, too. Then I learned how to go down on a girl.

Then I went down on Pari. Get it?

They taught me something called the Full Orlando. Up, Down, Up, In.

In. In! I have never felt anything like that in my life and may never again. It was amazing. Wet, warm. Well, you know.

"This is your first. Cum in me. Usually you'll pull out and cum on someone. We'll teach you that next," said Pari. If felt someone pull apart my ass cheeks and start licking me. I'd never felt anything like it. I was slowly pumping in and out of Pari and they were matching the movements.

Then they slipped a finger in. I've never cum so hard in my life. Then they taught me cleanup.

I like cleanup. Lick it out, kiss it to someone. This was an interesting one, because I could kiss it to anyone. My cum. Pari and I are of age.

I can now attest that Amy is a spectacular kisser and yes, she insisted I call her Amy. My revelation was Bob. I know, not a lot of experience, but his kisses were electric.

"Time for us to leave," said Bill. He and Jessica ran off and I saw a slightly taller girl join them and run out of the room.

"That's Nan," said Pari, with a laugh. "They're pretty inseparable."

"The Nan?" I asked. Pari laughed.

"Yeah. Be sure to politely ask her if you can perform the Full Orlando," said Pari. "For that matter, there isn't a person here that wouldn't do it with you." I am sure I got a funny look on my face.

"It works just as well with two boys," said Bob. "Perhaps you'd like me to demonstrate, if you have an interest. Just to be clear, it usually ends with the man on top fucking the man on the bottom in the ass. If you'd prefer, you could be on top, or we could do both."

Both, please. Somehow thinking that made them all laugh. All of them? That made them laugh again.

Not stupid. I laid down.

I learned a whole lot of new things. I did put my newfound blowjob skills to use. Repeatedly. Apparently getting a blowjob on the night of a boy's first time is considered a big deal. I'm pretty sure anything that could lead to sex is a big deal. Hey! The wind is blowing, let's fuck.

Yeah, they laughed again.

"We're laughing because it is true," said Pari. "In those exact words. Just last week. We had a big group over, which is, well, always, and were just finishing dinner. I hopped up on the table, naked. Be sure to imagine that."

Oh, I was, I was. I looked around and realized everyone was. Damn right.

"Except she finished the sentence with I declare a gangbang," said Amy, laughing. Then they explained what that meant. My respect for Pari grew.

"When you're ready, you can call one, too," said Bob. Then he proceeded to hop up on a table, naked, and do just that. Being a newcomer, I got to be at the front of the line.

I liked that. I learned so many new things that night. Threesomes. Foursomes.

Rylee. In every way you can imagine.

I learned the best use for a freaking s'more. A very fine use. Everyone was so nice, and it was like having a patio full of coaches. Rylee. Rylee is a good coach. Rylee taught me how to properly fuck a woman's tits. You're picturing me sliding between her amazing D cups, which would have been spectacular, but that's not what I did. You see, Rylee brought someone I had already met.

Barely.

Morgan.

I admit, I stammered a bit. I know, I should have been confident since we've met.

I'm not confident.

That got me the sweetest smile and a kiss on the cheek, which calmed me down. After all, she was already naked, so those D cups were right there.

"I love introducing tit fucking to a newcomer," she said. "But only if you promise to give me a facial and lick it off."

I think I got just a little bit harder. If that was possible. She took my hand and I had to concentrate to not cum just from that. Given this would be my fifth, that's powerful. She laid back on a lounge and then I got to watch Rylee use lube between her breasts and then get Morgan off by only playing with her nipples.

I've got to learn that.

"No problem," said Morgan. "Sit on me." She pointed to where I should. I was straddling her. Right below her breasts. She taught me how to lick them, and roll them, and tweak them. When she taught me to lightly bite them, she went off. Damn near bucked me off.

It felt like the right time to slide between her breasts. I hope that was the right thing to do. She finally calmed down a bit.

"It was, it was," she said. I held her breasts together to create friction, and used the palms of my hands to really rub her nipples while I did it. That kept setting her off, if she ever stopped, and finally I couldn't take it anymore and just unloaded. I admit, after she got a pretty big facial, I pulled back to make sure I covered her amazing tits and quite a bit on her equally amazing pussy.

Oh no, more cleanup. I am pretty sure she liked it, given she darn near drowned me with a squirt. Suddenly Morgan shouted.

"Clinic!", she yelled. "I need Julia!" I didn't know that any of that meant, but I liked it. As in got hard again, although the fact that Morgan was stroking my cock might have played a part. Everyone from the party crowded around. The new people like me were pulled over by others. They arranged themselves around the lounge. They even did rows, by height, so everyone could see. Jessica and Bill were right at the front next to another pair of kids I found out were Nylah and Colby.

"We like clinics," said Jessica. "Even though we might not be able to use them all for a while."

The crowd parted and an incredibly good-looking woman came through as the crowd chanted "Julia" over and over. I mean drop dead gorgeous. Behind her was a smaller version of her. Holy shit. That's Ruby. Everyone knows Ruby. They introduced themselves as Julia laid down and Ruby kneeled over her.

"My job to get her ready," said Ruby, wiggling her ass at me. "If you have one more after the clinic, I'd love for you to fuck me."

I don't know what I have to do to make sure that is possible, but my soul is available if that helps.

"OK, this is your clinic," said Morgan. "Fuck her tits like you did mine, but show everyone what you did with the palms of your hands."

So I did. It didn't seem like a big deal, but Julia actually did buck me off once. I lasted and lasted and lasted until the fingers went up my ass. I was kind of liking that. I looked back and it was Sophia. Everyone knows Sophia, too. Oh, I had covered Julia and yes, I got to clean her up. She liked that, too, and yes, I was drenched again.

"OK, Mom, that's enough. Move it," said Ruby, to Julia's laugh. Ruby pushed me back. There is no way. I am worn out.

Oh! There is a way. It apparently involves Ruby's oral skills. Damn, I was hard. She slid up my body and sat right down on my cock. I like this position. I can get to everywhere. She was bouncing away when a cock appeared. Hey, cock. I seem to like cock. I lasted and lasted. Much longer than the five cocks I sucked, all of whom came all over Ruby and me. Finally I was close and right at the last minute, Ruby sat right down and I filled her up.

"Better for cleanup," she said. "You have to work harder."

And harder I did. No, not another one. I was tapped out, although I was close. You see, Sophia leaned over while I was going down on Ruby.

"You're between Morgan and me tonight, in the bed. We'll wake you up and rock your world," she whispered.

"Hey, he was going to be Tomas' and mine," said Ruby. They quickly worked out a compromise which involved a big bed and all five of us. I'll bet you want that story, too.

Maybe. I need to sleep first.

I do suspect this is not the typical first-time experience of the average 11-year-old boy.

Except maybe in Dionysus.

The next morning

Tapped out before breakfast, although Tomas assured me I would recover quickly. Something about the amount of cum I swallowed. I didn't understand, but I swallowed a lot more, just in case. Come on. Sophia, Morgan, Ruby, and Tomas.

Well, used up my first four. Then they started arguing about what was going to be my fifth. Apparently, I didn't have a choice in the matter. While they were arguing, and didn't notice, Ruby taught me the Golden Arches, but this time it didn't use one up. Directly.

You see, she used a big double-ended dildo in my ass. It was simply amazing. So many new experiences. I'm afraid I enjoyed it a little too much and came all over myself without anyone, including me, touching my cock.

It worked out OK. They all cleaned me off. Somehow I ended up in a Jacuzzi, have a mimosa, with the four of them. Jessica and Bill wandered in and joined us.

Jessica sat on my lap. We'll just leave it there.

This was one hell of a day.

I finally headed home. The last thing Pari said didn't make any sense.

"Welcome to the inner circle," she said. "I'll come over and explain it soon. At your new house."

Say what?

I think my project went well. I did get an A.

He is so sweet

Nikolas is a sweetheart. He really is. He totally underestimates himself. Let me tell you that trick with the palms of his hands is amazing. I know, not much up top for me, but I still enjoy a good tit fuck. I enjoy it more now.

We'll practice. Pari, here.

We're on our way back to New York. Nikolas finally agreed to run the WTC complex and the bank. He's a bit overwhelmed though. I'm going to introduce him around New York. He needs a supportive group around him. Emory is first on the list. He'll like Emory. Luke and Cassie. Mila. Oh, he'll like Mila. Can't forget Mindy and Mark. Oh my. Almost forgot Nova and Nicolo.

Leslie. With Hunter and Hallie.

"Why is a list of names of famous people running through my head?" said Nikolas, who is riding in the co-pilot's seat.

Ooh. Anna Maria and Octavia. He will like them both.

"Just people you're going to meet. Your social circle, so to speak," I said. "People to fuck."

"People to fuck?" squeaked Nikolas.

I admit I laughed.

"Who on the list is first?" I said. He thought about it for a bit.

"There is absolutely no answer to that question," he said. "Luke."

Now we're both laughing.

Carly and Celia.

Robert and Scarlett. Rachel and Ray.

New York is seriously fun. I need to spend more time in New York.

"I'd like that," said Nikolas, softly.

I was careful with my smile.

"Just don't let any of this overwhelm you," I said. "We'll ensure you have a solid therapist. We all believe in the power of therapy."

"Really?" said Nikolas. "You're all so perfect. Why would you need therapy?"

"Because we're not perfect," I said. "I'm a terrified little girl from Iran."

"You hide it well," said Nikolas, in such a dry tone.

Now we're laughing and the plane stopped.

"Why did the plane stop?" asked Nikolas, with a little fear.

"Because it decided we should fuck," I said. Well it did. Having fun. Laughing. Clearly connecting.

Fuck.

"The AI seems pretty good," said Nikolas, again just so stoically.

Now we're laughing as we headed back into the bedroom pod. Of course we have the bedroom pod.

Duh.

I taught him The Yawning. Think missionary, but the fuckee lifts their legs onto the shoulder of the fucker. No, I couldn't say man and woman. Works just fine with two people with cocks.

He's going to like Emory.

He seemed to enjoy the position. Now I am squish squish.

Emory will like that.

We're actually landing on the top of One WTC. That is way the fuck up there. Emory said she'd been doing some research and wanted to show us something and coming in from the roof was easiest.

OK then.

We landed and who should be standing on the roof but Emory. Just as we got off the plane, a gust of wind lifted her dress.

Emory does not favor panties.

I looked and it is pretty clear that Nikolas understands what he just saw.

The moan cements it.

Emory heard the moan as she walked up and laughed. She lifted her dress up and is impressively hard.

"Like what you see?" she said.

"Very much," said Nikolas. "Very very much."

"And I'm squish squish," I said.

"Whee!" said Emory. "Let's head down. What I am going to show you will be really handy."

She led us through the door and down into the top floor. The top two floors are listed as mechanical.

"Yeah, they are listed that way," said Emory, with a laugh. She opened a door, and we walked in...

To an apartment.

A two-story apartment. On the top of One WTC. It is even decorated really well. Modern, light, and open.

"This apartment doesn't exist," said Nikolas.

"Their final bit of tax avoidance," said Emory. Just then she did the move the straps, drop the dress move.

Well that seems good.

"Well that seems good," said Nikolas.

See!

It took us about four seconds to all be naked.

They each have six. Six! Three for me and three for each other.

Did I mention the three for me were all DP?

Then again the three for each other were all trains with me at the back.

Emory is always prepared. She had a big purse and had pulled out a huge double-ended dildo and fourteen spatulas.

Nikolas learned a lot about spatulas. Finally we were just worn down and took a nice shower. Big shower.

Yay!

We all plopped down on the couches in the living room looking out over New York.

"Nice view," said Emory.

"Seems like we should celebrate," added Emory.

"Pretty sure we celebrated all we could," said Nikolas.

"Well," said Emory, making it about fourteen syllables. "I thought the three of us could take a nap to recuperate. I hope I was not too forward, but you're having a bit of a party here tonight. I arranged for catering."

Then she listed everyone that was coming. Remember the people I mentioned? All of them. Plus Ramon, Jiro, Rodrigo, and Danna.

Our nap was glorious. Nikolas in the middle with Emory and me cuddling from each side.

We did finally get up and take another shower, but we made Nikolas save himself. In fact, I'll let him narrate.

The party

Nikolas again. When we woke up they led me into the shower, and both shampooed me. It was freaking amazing. I returned the favor, of course. Pari wouldn't let Emory or me cum. She did not have the same limitations.

Fun was had by all.

Finally the caterers arrived to setup. Mexican food. I have never had Mexican food. I now love Mexican food. I also met Anna Maria, who came with the caterers. Probably because she owns the restaurant. El Parador Cafe. I will be visiting the restaurant regularly. Yes, good food, but did I mention Anna Maria?

Pari wouldn't let us get dressed either. Just hanging out naked while they setup the buffet. The two helpers finally left. I admit I was a little startled that Anna Maria immediately stripped. She has a nice smile. She has a nice everything.

Tonight is going to be epic.

People started arriving and coming in from the roof, which is a little freaky. To a person they walked in, stripped, and carefully folded their clothes. OK, more than half came off the roof without clothes.

Every single one is now naked.

Whee!

They all came and introduced themselves to me. They're super nice but you knew that.

"You have an amazing apartment," said Nova. Oh God. Nova.

"It is a nice apartment, but it isn't mine," I said.

"Of course it is," said Morgon, who just walked up. "I'm Morgon, by the way."

"Knew that," I laughed. "No wait. I knew you were Morgon. But this isn't my apartment."

"Sure it is," said Emory, who walked up, too. "Hey, this is a pretty sexy group. We should fuck."

And that started my evening. People would walk up, introduce themselves, gather a group together, and invite me to fuck.

Finally the fucking wound down. OK, not all the fucking. The fucking for me. I was standing at the window when Pari walked up and stood next to me, looking out at the amazing view. We just stood quietly for a bit. She took my hand and squeezed it, and we looked out for a bit more.

"It is your apartment, if you want it. It should go to the person that runs the complex and bank," said Pari. "It is your call and either answer is the right answer, but I know you can do it. I know you'll enjoy it. Heck, put the extra rooms in the app and this will be every night."

Then she explained extra rooms in the app.

That was a pretty encouraging development.

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

She squeezed my hand. Then she kissed me. Then we celebrated. It turns out I had one more celebration in me.

Pari.

My life has taken a turn.

My first date

I am going on my first date ever. I might be doing this in modestly the wrong order. You see, I recently lost my virginity in a sex-filled two-day orgy. I am fairly confident most people go on their first date prior to their first sex-filled two-day orgy.

But hey.

Then again, my first date could be viewed as non-traditional as well. I am going on a date with Mila, who is an attending at the NYU hospital, and Anna Maria who owns the El Parador Cafe. Now, given I am 11, that sounds a little weird, not even considering I'm going out with two gorgeous women on the same date.

Pretty normal, right?

But the ages are not as confusing as you think. Mila is 10 and Anna Maria is 15. I'm kind of bracketed in the middle.

"You'll be bracketed in the middle after dinner, too," said Mila.

Anna Maria is just nodding.

The date seems to be going well.

"You know we're both moving in with you, right?" said Anna Maria.

"Seems like a win, now doesn't it?" I said. "But we'll need a lot of guest cock."

"That we will," said Mila, with a laugh. "That is a perfect enhancement for the scheduling app. When you put your rooms in the app you should be able to favor characteristics. If you have a need for extra cock, like we do, favor cock. Not completely. Maybe a percentage slider bar. You could change it pretty easily, too. Maybe you want a weekend where all your guests are MTF. Or 9-year-old girls. Or have over 12-inch (30.5 cm) cocks. Or 9-year-old girls with over 12-inch (30.5 cm) cocks."

"Feels like that would be a pretty short list," said Anna Maria.

"Surprisingly it is not," said Mila. "OK, it is, but not as short as you would expect. I will also suggest a feature that if the number of matches is small that they all get a notification."

I am not even surprised that Colby just walked in from the roof. Are you surprised our date started out at the apartment? You can't be surprised our date started out at the apartment. Wear me out, have a nice dinner, wear me out.

"Haven't worn me out yet," said Colby.

"Another win," said Mila.

So we did.

Then the four of us went to dinner.

"Dating is amazing," I said. "It feels different than a two-day sex-filled orgy. Probably not the normal order either."

"Actually no," said Colby. "Not in Dionysus. A two-day sex-filled orgy is just having fun with your friends and new people you meet. Think of it as going to a dance club or a church social in the outside world. Going on a date is more serious. It means you have an interest in getting to know that person more. Not just the sex. Their heart."

"Yeah," said Mila. Anna Maria just nodded.

"Who here is on their first date?" said Colby. I raised my hand. Oh. Oh my. So did Mila and Anna Maria.

"Are we soulmates?" I asked. With our hands in the air.

"Yes," we all said. I waited and I'm pretty sure Anna Maria waited. And we put our hands down.

Mila said it with such glee.

"And I accept," said Mila.

"Me too!" said Anna Maria and me.

This time we waited for Anna Maria.

"That was sweet and all, but don't ever do that again," said Anna Maria. "The fun of the jinx is the competition."

"OK," said all three of us. Except I said OK jinx.

Now we're all laughing.

We finished a truly amazing dinner at a restaurant that Amy owns. With a simply fabulous wine that apparently I can afford. Or more accurately is free to me which makes no sense but is pretty nice. We got back to the apartment and there appears to be a small cocktail party with about a dozen young women.

"I am not complaining but why is there a cocktail party with about a dozen young women?" I asked.

"Because I finished the enhancement," said Colby.

"And I entered our preference for the night, and they were notified," said Mila.

"They're all 9 and have at least a 12-inch (30.5 cm) cock," I said.

"Now, that's just nuts," said Mila.

"And wonderful," she added, with a laugh.

Turns out it was a baker's dozen. Thirteen of them. I am too exhausted to narrated but let me tell you, it was a fine night. It was made even better that I fell asleep in the middle of Mila and Anna Maria. I admit I don't remember the name of the young woman sleeping face down on me, but I'll ask her in the morning.

Colby is asleep in the middle of a group of about six on the carpet in the living room.

I wonder what we'll choose tomorrow night.

Maybe some alone time.

"Nah," said Mila. "I'm thinking 17-year-old men rated 10 that have small cocks."

"That's oddly specific," said Anna Maria.

"You mean like 9-year-old girls with at least 12-inch (30.5 cm) cocks," said the girl lying face down on me.

She has a point.

"Why small cocks?" said Anna Maria.

Mila just waited.

"Because if they're rated a 10 and have a small cock, they're truly amazing lovers," I said.

"Give the man a prize," said the young woman laying on me. "And I'm the prize."

Oh look, she's hard.

And just hammered into my ass.

Whee!

So far our date is going well.

Given Mila just slid down on my cock, and Anna Maria sat on my face, I still believe that to be true.

Dinner with Luke and Cassie

This is crazy. We've been invited to dinner by royals. Luke and Cassie. At their house.

Me! I'm just a kid. OK, Luke is 9, but still. This is still Nikolas. Anna Maria, Mila, Melinda, and me.

It was Melinda that was face down on me. She's around a lot. She might be our fourth.

Just feeling it out.

"You like the feel of my big cock," said Melinda.

"We all do," said Mila.

Well we do. She's pretty damn talented with it, too. Then again the highly rated 17-year-olds were great fun, too.

Not as much fun.

It wasn't cock size. It was depth of connection.

Focus, Nikolas. You'd never left Greece before. Now you're about to have dinner with royals with your two soulmates and your girlfriend.

"Girlfriend?" squeaked Melinda.

"You don't think you're our girlfriend?" asked Mila, with a little hurt in her voice.

"I'd like to," said Melinda, softly.

"We would, too," said Anna Maria, who took Melinda's hand.

Melinda gave Anna Maria a big smile, which was why she was mid-seizure when Luke opened the door. He just patiently waited for her to finish her orgasm.

"It's pretty common," laughed Luke. "Come on in. You know you don't need to knock."

"You leave your doors unlocked in New York," I said.

"Sort of," said Cassie, as we walked into the living room. "There is a force field. It only allows in people that should come in. You would all have gotten through."

"Even me?" said Melinda.

"Especially you," said Cassie, with a twinkle in her eye.

"So will this be dinner and an orgy?" asked Melinda. Bold, there, girl.

"Oh, I hope so," said Nova, as she and Nicolo walked into the room. Naked.

"Kind of setting a tone, there," said Luke.

"A very fine tone," said Mila, who is undressing.

Now we're all naked. We all appear to be getting admiring glances, especially Melinda.

"Just because I'm new to them," said Melinda.

"Girl," said Nova. "You may be new to us, but you are fine."

You can imagine the tone.

Melinda appears to be in shock.

"But," she said, then paused. "But I look like a boy. I'm flat as a board. I just have long hair and a big cock. Naked I'm not a girl."

"That's just not true," said a voice coming through the door. Naked.

A fine time for Emory to join us. She has the cutest bob and even has a barrette in her hair. She has gorgeous ruby earrings on tonight. Melinda is just staring. She finally broke out of it.

"You are breathtaking," said Melinda, to Emory.

"Thank you," said Emory, sincerely. "You are, too. We all think so. Everyone in the world thinks so. You need to think so. You also have three people in this room that love you just the way you are."

"Love me?" squeaked Melinda.

"Love you," said all three of us.

Oh. All four of us.

Melinda just screamed it out.

"Best jinx ever," said Melinda.

That's when the orgy broke out. We're going to be late to dinner.

"Don't worry about it," said Nova, who happens to be bouncing on my cock.

Nova!

Sorry, but Nova!

She deserves both of those.

"We always have buffets," said Nova. "If we didn't, we would either always eat cold food or starve to death."

"How often does a spontaneous orgy break out?" I asked.

"Every day..." screamed Nova.

The enthusiasm was driven by her orgasm. Which caused my orgasm. Which simply covered her with cum.

I'm not completely clear why, but at least a dozen cocks erupted on us both at about the same time.

I am not complaining. Nova and I found ourselves at the bottom of a pile of people. Licking and kissing. Kissing and licking.

Finally Nova broke free from the pile and stood up. Let me tell you, looking up at naked Nova while lying on the carpet is quite a view. Seriously so.

"Quick showers everyone," said Nova. "Pick someone with whom you think you can control yourself."

"You know that's not possible," said Luke.

"Then just control yourself," said Nova, louder.

Now we're heading off to find bathrooms. I ended up with Melinda and Nova. We just took showers. OK, we might have soaped each other up, but it was quick. I didn't exactly understand the closet room but apparently I already have one. I admit, this group dresses up really, really well.

We're headed to Anna Maria's restaurant, which is a short walk. We're overwhelming the sidewalk a bit and laughing a lot. One thing that impressed me was how often the group came to a stop. People wanted selfies. Sometimes Luke, or Cassie, or Nova, but they always, every time, said yes. They took the time to actually learn a little about the person. It was amazing to see. A lot of adults gushing over Nova and sharing how amazing the schools have been for their kids. A lot of compliments to Luke for the impact the UN is finally having in the world. Oh, I forgot Leslie. Everyone loves Leslie. Yes, I got to love Leslie in a more intimate way. You get my point, but it was fun to see.

"Just wait," said Nova, as we started walking again. "You're going to have an impact on this town, Nikolas. People will ask you for a selfie."

"They will," said Melinda. "Hold up."

We stopped and Melinda pulled out her phone. She pulled in Anna Maria and Mila and we took a selfie.

"We needed to be the first selfie," she said, with a smile.

God, this is good.

Then Cassie recruited a passerby to take a group photo of us all. I laughed because a lot of people took our picture. One ended up on both the New York Times and Washington Post front pages. Oh, the LA Times, too. They identified everyone in the photo except Melinda and me. They even figured out that Anna Maria owns El Parador, which has to be good for business. They knew that Mila is a local doctor, too. Oh, you may have read that Mila was down in Tampa but she's back. Now she says that she knew she needed to be back.

For all of us.

But not Melinda and me. I'm fine with that. So is Melinda.

"They'll know who we are soon," said Melinda.

I think maybe they will.

Oh, and I found out that the orgy we just had was the pre-dinner orgy.

The post-dinner orgy was amazing, too.

I'll finish here. My life has changed. Introverted student that had never been out of Athens to owner of the WTC complex and engaged to three women.

It has only been a few weeks.

I am freaking loving it.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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