4 March 2024

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The kids too!

I was just lying on a lounge on the back patio reading a book. That's not clear, is it? First, this is Rylee. Second I was on the back porch of Bob, Pari, and Amy's house in Robertville. And I was naked.

I thought you'd enjoy that last one.

I felt more than saw someone walk up.

"It's your house too, Mom Rylee," said Jessica, as she walked up holding hands with Bill. Both naked.

Breathtaking.

"Not yet," I said, laughing.

"Inevitable," said Bill, with a big smile. Give me a minute while I vibrate. Between Bill's smile and the visual stimulation of both of them naked, it is going to be a long one.

Whee!

"We know you did weekends with your future spouses and wondered if you'd do weekends with the kids," said Jessica.

"We're headed to Crested Butte," said Bill. "It's a gorgeous time of year to hike. Want to come?"

"Fuck yeah," I said, hopping up. Quickly.

They are as enthralled with my breasts as I was with them.

Finally Bill just pointed at his plane.

"Shouldn't we get dressed?" I said. Bill just raised his eyebrows.

Naked it is.

We all got on board, and I sat behind them. You absolutely have to know that they're the pilots. It didn't take us long to get there. Nowhere takes us long to get there. It was late afternoon in Robertville, so it is still pretty early here. I doubt anyone is up.

I was wrong.

Tyler, Ashley, Lauren, and Austin.

"We brought gifts," laughed Bill.

Not even Austin is young enough for them.

"Not true, Mom Rylee," said Jessica. "You're young enough."

Oh God.

"Not sure how I feel about that if I'm going to be your mom," I said.

"Who drained Bill dry with me last night?" said Jessica. I thought for a moment.

"Pari," I said.

"Mom Pari," said Jessica, emphatically.

Ah.

"First we hike," said Jessica. She handed out the hiking boots. Did I mention that the four people I listed are wearing hiking boots?

Only hiking boots.

"Why are we hiking first?" I said.

"Because we're hiking until lunch and then we're having lunch on Priapus," said Bill.

"Good reason," I said, in a surprisingly low voice. OK, an unsurprisingly low voice.

We headed out and had the best time catching up. We didn't make it a power hike. Just a joyful walk through the countryside. Now, it was up and down hills and for most would be, well, impossible.

We're not normal and by we, I include our four friends. They're absolutely part of Dionysus.

We can't explain it either. Literally. We can't. Not even my soon to be son, the doctor.

I love saying that.

"We love it too, Mom Rylee," said Bill.

Then we hopped to Priapus, and he showed me how much he loved it. Yeah, the bigger cocks are fun with people like Tim, but let me tell you, Bill is a seriously talented lover, and a little extra length and girth is amazing.

Kind of hard to tell from Bob on Earth.

That good.

Now, with Jessica underneath?

Out of this world.

Do you see what I did there?

I love them so much.

"We love you, too," said Bill and Jessica.

That jinx payoff was impressive.

We spent four days in Crested Butte. It was so damn much fun. OK, we hopped to Priapus three times.

Whee!

These are just little vignettes. I do love Jessica and Bill with all my heart. I've seen them grow into fine adults and yes I get how ludicrous that statement is given they are 5.

But it also isn't. Ludicrous that is. Not in our world. Hell, I'm 16 and about to become their third mom.

Third.

Fuckin' nuts.

In a good way.

And yes, Jessica and I drained Bill dry.

On Priapus.

It took effort. Great effort.

Whee!

Yes, it deserved the second whee.

My bestie

"You know you're my best friend," I said.

"I do know that, Mom Rylee," said Leslie.

I threw a pillow at her.

"OK, that was intended to be funny," said Leslie. "But it is true. Our being best friends and your being my new Mom are not mutually exclusive. Just the opposite. It builds on my love for you. How could it not? Three of the people that I trust and value most in the world love you with such an intensity that they want you to be the fourth in their marriage. A marriage, by the way, which was the best on this planet and many others and now will be even better."

Wow, I hadn't thought about it.

Wow.

"What if I fuck up what they have?" I said, in a voice that was shakier than I realized.

Leslie rolled onto her side and gently kissed me. Yes, we're in bed together. Yes, we're naked.

You could have inferred that.

"I felt that way when Hallie left," said Leslie. "I felt like if I hadn't gotten in their way, they would have been together forever."

"You did?" I said.

"Yeah," said Leslie. "And do you know what? We talked a lot. A lot. Before she moved back in. Do you know what the common theme was? We all felt that way. Hallie really thought that she was ruining Hunter and me. Hunter felt the same about Hallie and me. But that wasn't true then and it isn't true now. You absolutely know that Dad loves you. There is no question there. You also know that we're talking about Dad. His love for you does not, in any way, affect or diminish his love for Mom and Mom Pari. Heat of the sun. Heat of three suns. Dad has loved you since the day he met you. At the party."

"Your dad, Bob, loves everyone," I said.

"Not the same," said Leslie. "He does love everyone that is a nice person. That's a trigger for him. Then he has the love for me and my siblings. A loving caring dad."

"In oh so many ways," I said, and we laughed for a bit.

"Best I've ever had, and Hunter and Hallie would both agree," said Leslie. "I cannot even imagine the intensity of the sex with Dad when you're his soulmate."

"Pretty freaking great," I said, and we're still laughing.

"I didn't finish," said Leslie. "Dad loves you in the same way he loves Mom and Mom Pari. It is a level above. Deep down I think we all know you should have been with Dad a long time ago, but it was pre-Dionysus. We were all confused and then we were afraid we were going to get caught and our lives destroyed. But deep down, we all know it. Mom knows it. Mom Pari knows it. They're not afraid of it. They value it. They love you with that same intensity."

"I haven't known Pari as long," I said.

"You're not listening," said Leslie, in a scary AF voice.

"It is my mom voice," said Leslie. "It has to be pretty intense."

"Because your kids are Tia and Jax," I said. We're laughing again.

"I've never had to use it," said Leslie.

"Not once?" I said. She shook her head no. Well, it is Dionysus.

"But you really aren't listening. Love like you have doesn't take months or years," said Leslie. "Dad fell for you, hard, the day of the party. He's shown it to you every time you've been together ever since."

She hesitated a bit.

"You don't have to share anything," I said.

"No, I think you need to hear this," said Leslie. "We, meaning all the OG kids, have known for a long time. Longer than Mom and Dad have been with Pari. We knew it was inevitable."

"Why?" I said. Then it hit me.

"You have a movie playing," I said. Leslie nodded.

"Your wedding," said Leslie. "It's amazing."

"How long have you had that playing?" I asked.

"First movie I ever experienced," said Leslie. "It was like a daydream but so intense and vivid. I felt like I woke up after having the dream and it stuck. I talked about it with Orlando, and he admitted he had the same dream. We compared notes. They were identical. I asked Chris and Morgan, too. All four of us. The same night."

"When?" I asked.

"The night of the first party," said Leslie. "We wondered for years who Pari was. Then we met Pari, and the movie made sense."

"Wow," we both said, and she said jinx while laughing.

"Predictable," said Leslie. She rolled over on top of me, and we kissed and kissed. Perhaps I failed to mention the double-ended dildo that Leslie is wearing.

We finally rolled back into our same positions about an hour later.

"You have known for five years that I would eventually marry them," I said. "And none of you, not one, ever told me."

"It wasn't the time," said Leslie.

"Why now?" I asked.

"Because it is the time," said Leslie.

We're having trouble stopping laughing. We keep laughing and cumming then laughing some more and cumming some more.

Whee!

Damn, I love Leslie.

"Ditto," she said.

"Wait," I said. "Chris wasn't at the party."

"I know," said Leslie. "She still had the movie."

"But she wasn't even at the party. We hadn't met her yet," I said.

"I know," said Leslie. "You can imagine the day she met you."

"Wow," we both said, except I said wow jinx.

Now we're pretty exhausted.

"You know there is a timeline where we're married," I said.

"Yeah," said Leslie. "And they have an amazing marriage."

"It could have been us," I said.

"Yeah," said Leslie. "It really could have. I love you with an awful lot of intensity. But it wasn't meant to be."

"Because you saw the movie," I said.

"I suppose," said Leslie. "But more than that. Even without the movie, a pretty big group of us knew before you got your head around it."

"A pretty big group," I said. "How big."

"Well," said Leslie. "Certainly the inner circle."

"All of them," I said.

Leslie just nodded. Interesting. When she nods lying down, her breasts jiggle.

"I know," she said, laughing again.

We put that dildo to a lot of good use. Sometimes you get a second wind. And a third. Fourth. Fifth. You get the idea.

Then Orlando joined us. Don't know why. Happy he did.

Did I mention we're on Priapus?

I love my little boy and girl.

They both hit me with a pillow.

And then fucked me again. Orlando in the front, Leslie in the back.

Whee!

Over and over and over.

We slept for hours.

I am feeling better about it all now.

A little movie.

We went to the Smithsonian

Believe it or not, we went to DC and stayed at the Falls with Barb and Davis. Amai visited, too, with Juanita. Even Kyrsten came for dinner.

Came for dinner.

We're a fun country.

But this story is about me and my soon to be Mom. Third mom. Rylee. You see, Rylee doesn't understand my feelings for her either. No, not in the she should be our third way.

Maybe. It would be pretty spectacular.

But we knew. For years.

Oh, this is Chris.

Yeah, I remember the day I met Rylee. Confused the hell out of me. I wouldn't meet Pari for a long time either.

But let's back up to when Amy and Bob took me in. I was a mess. Now there is no one in the world more caring and compassionate than my new family.

No one.

But sometimes the world itself overwhelmed me. I was a little girl that lived a slow-paced life where our parents ran a marina.

Suddenly I was on the world stage running Hayden and influencing elections.

Then I was the freaking President of the United States.

You know how we talk about people just showing up when you need them? No one more than Dad. Always with something that is your favorite. Or your favorite at the moment. OK, the last time Dad came to check up on me the favorite thing he brought was Horacio.

Good call, Dad.

Anyway. Rylee. Mom Rylee. Damn proud to say it. Seriously.

Rylee came to visit me. A lot. For a long time she and the kids even moved into The Falls. At the time I thought it was because she was lonely and missed us all and while I am sure that was true, I know the real reason now.

I needed her.

When Noah was gone, that side of the bed was almost always Rylee. Then again, when Noah was there, Rylee was often our middle of the bed girl.

Pretty fun times.

But it was the nights that were just the two of us that were special. Sometimes we'd Netflix and chill. Sometimes we'd play a wicked game of cards. Often we'd read books, lying on the couch together.

Sometimes we'd fuck. OK, more accurately every time we'd fuck.

But some nights were tough. I came back to the house just done. Wiped out. Overwhelmed.

More frequently than I like to admit.

Those nights we'd take a bath together. I'd lie between her legs, sometimes for an hour. She'd shampoo my hair and stroke my arms and sometimes reach around and get me off. Left hand on my clit, right hand on my right nipple. Sometimes the other way.

You have to give both nipples attention.

Then we'd dry off and climb into bed, under the comforter, and cuddle.

Yes cuddle.

Sometimes I'd talk things out. Sometimes I just needed comfort and didn't say a word. Many nights, we'd lie facing each other and she'd stroke my hair for hours. Often she would hug me when I cried.

Rylee was my rock. Not that Noah wasn't. Just different.

I need to thank her. I never did. We're having dinner. Just the two of us tonight. At L'Auberge Chez Francois. It's a wonderful little place west of town in Virginia. Truly historic and on a six-acre garden. You can walk in the garden while waiting for your food. Which we will.

"Hi," said Rylee. She just bounded into the room and let me tell you, Rylee bounding while naked is pretty damn nice.

"Let's go find outfits for tonight," she said. She held out her hand and pulled me up from the couch. We walked down the hall, hand in hand, to the closet room. I am also appropriately attired to choose an outfit.

You get I'm naked too, right?

"Kind of your call here," said Rylee. "This is your town. Full business? Business casual? Casual and flirty? Informal rompers? Slutty as hell?"

I admit I laughed.

"Slutty as hell?" I said, with a laugh.

"It is a look we would rock," said Rylee.

"Yeah, it is," I said. "We've got a bit. Let's pick slutty and see what we think."

In my case, it is basically a teddy. Satin boy shorts and a satin camisole. Pink. Very slightly sheer. Nothing underneath. Nothing.

In Rylee's case it is a bodycon dress without much material. Lots of strategic cutouts, including her left hip and entire right shoulder. Why is that important?

Because it makes it very clear she is not wearing any underwear. Anywear. Do you see what I did there? Or thear?

Sorry. Still telling Dad.

We're standing next to each other at the room wide full-length mirror.

"We look damn good," said Rylee.

"Uh huh," I said. "You know we're jailbait here."

"Yeah," said Rylee. "Just adds to the look."

It does.

"How are we going to handle PDA?" asked Rylee.

"Dressed like this?" I said. "Barely able to contain ourselves. Touchy. Kissing a lot. Visible gropes. Your hand up the leg hole of my shorts. Putting on a show."

"That would be fun," said Rylee.

"Uh huh," I said. You get the tone, right? I'm picturing the orgasms.

"Have we reached that point?" asked Rylee.

"What point?" I said.

"Where we truly have zero fucks to give," said Rylee. "You're basically going to dinner in lingerie that is pretty small and pretty revealing. In DC."

"I don't," I said.

"Don't what," said Rylee.

"Don't have any fucks to give," I said. "I really don't. If they don't understand that no matter what we wear to dinner, we're coming back here and getting naked, then they're pretty freaking clueless. And that's a stupid saying. I have many, many fucks to give."

I really do.

"But are we up for the firestorm?" said Rylee.

"I'll bet you there won't even be one," I said. "Some outlets will publish the pictures. Some will but will shade out our naughty bits. Some won't. But we're past firestorms."

"You were the President," said Rylee.

"I was," I said. "I'm not. I'm the Prime Minister of Dionysus now. It is almost expected."

"What about me?" said Rylee.

"You're Rylee!" I said.

Yes, we both broke up laughing.

Finally when we stopped, I took her hand and headed out of the room and towards the garage.

"You're fun," said Rylee.

"Wait until you see what I have arranged for dessert," I said.

"What or who," said Rylee.

"Can't it be both?" I said. Now we're laughing again. We went into the garage, and I led her right over to a nice Ferrari 812 convertible.

It kind of sets the tone, don't you think?

I dropped into the passenger seat and Rylee drove. Or flew, more accurately. We did drop down nearby and drove into valet parking. We pulled up and two valets damn near got into a fistfight over who got to drive the Ferrari. One went around to Rylee's side. I heard his gasp when Rylee stepped out.

Understandably.

It didn't feel fair, so I took my time getting out. I moved my right leg first and slowly brought my left around.

Why?

Because it gave the valet a lengthy pussy shot, of course.

We're generous that way. Then again, Rylee and I both tipped our respective valets with multiple hundreds, so I don't think they feel like they lost out.

I'm confident our car will be near the front door, too. That's handy!

Rylee came around and took my hand and we strutted into the restaurant. Yes, strutted. I laugh because my strut is basically me trying to copy Nylah's strut.

She's damn good at it. A lot of confidence in that little body.

We walked up to the maitre d' and got a reaction I didn't expect.

Disdain.

Did I mention that I own the restaurant?

"You can't possibly expect to wear those outfits in here little girls," he said. "Where are your parents?"

Now we're just standing there laughing. I'm having trouble stopping.

"God, it doesn't happen often, but it is hilarious," said Rylee.

"Particularly in DC!" I said. "I was the freaking President!"

Lovely eyeroll there, buddy.

"Listen," I said. "Your attitude just sucks. Totally. It is not acceptable for you to behave this way to customers. Ever. I don't care if we came in naked."

"Which we would happily do," said Rylee.

Well we would.

"Go away little girls," he said, with even more disdain. You can hear the murmurs. Of the other restaurant patrons, particularly those waiting for their tables.

"See, they're even talking about you," he said, in that nasty ass tone.

"Oh, Senator," said the guy. "So nice to see you."

"No rush," came a voice behind us. "Go ahead and seat them."

"Oh, they won't be dining here," said the maitre d'. "Just some local trash."

"Oh boy," said the Senator. "This is absolutely not going to go well for you."

"That's what I keep telling them," said the maitre d'.

"I wasn't talking to them," said the Senator. Yes, we know him, but in the interest of his privacy, we'll just call him Senator.

"The young woman on your right, in the fetching dress, is named Rylee," said the Senator. You can see the twitch in the maitre d's eye.

"Her companion," said the Senator. "Is the former President of the United States, Chris Hayden."

"Oh," said the Maitre d'. "Oh my."

I'm guessing he is aware of who owns this establishment.

"Entirely my error," he said.

"Let me post a hypothetical," I said. "If you were to make the decision. If you were me and had been treated like that. What decision would you make? Would you still have a job?"

I give him credit, he thought about it for a moment.

"I'll answer that question, but if you'll indulge me, I have something to say. I don't expect it to change anything. I'm not even sure I think it should change anything. But I honestly am sorry. I got caught up in the whole upscale dining in the most powerful city in the world vibe. We have senators that dine here regularly, as you clearly now know. I was, deep down, trying to protect the restaurant, the image of the restaurant, and even our patrons," he said. "What I didn't do is handle that properly. I should have been upfront about my concerns and politely, very politely shared that your attire did not fit the expectations of the establishment. I didn't do that."

He took a deep breath.

"So my answer, my hope, being that I know what kind of person you are reported to be, is that you will give me another chance. This job is important to me and my family and honestly, I think I am normally quite good at it," he said. "That said, if it was my decision, I'd fire me."

I turned to the Senator who just smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

"OK," I said. "You can keep your job. And honestly, if you had done that properly, we would have gone and changed. We're just having fun and we absolutely know we pushed it. We'll change."

I am confident it confused them when both our outfits essentially morphed into nice business casual clothes. Including our shoes.

It is pretty cool.

Even the Senator is staring.

"That's pretty handy," said the maitre d'.

Well it is.

The waitress took us to our table, and it turned out we were next to the Senator and his wife. We pushed our tables together and had just the best time. We laughed so much. We also learned some wonderful things later. For example, the Senator has quite the stamina. As interesting, no more interesting, is that his wife has a surprisingly large cock.

That was a win. Now, you understand our earlier point of privacy, now don't you?

Did I mention that Barb, Davis, Amai, and Juanita joined us?

Whee!

Oh, and about dessert. I'd arranged for really spectacular cheesecake to be at the house. You can eat it off the most interesting places.

While that deserved another whee, I will control myself.

Barely.

Everyone is gone now. The funny thing is that we're right back in the bed in the master bedroom. Rylee and me.

"This is just like when I was president," I said. "Except I'm not panicking and you're not comforting me."

"Happy to comfort you," said Rylee, with a leer.

"Oh, you will, in a minute," I said. "But I want to thank you. I don't think I ever did. I never would have made it without you. Being president was crushing. I was, no I still am, a kid. Noah is the best and so supportive, but he didn't even understand like you do. I don't even know why. You are and always will be my rock. I will forever be proud that you are going to be my mom."

Now we're both tearing up a bit.

"Well I would never expect to replace your mom," said Rylee. "But I love you very much. If I was just a tiny bit of help getting you through, then I'm happy I could help. I can't explain how all this happened. It will always be completely nuts. But it works."

"Now, let's fuck some more," added Rylee, holding up a surprisingly large double-ended dildo.

Oh, it fit.

Barely.

Freaking spectacular.

Colby and Nylah do Disneyland

OK, now we own Disneyland, which has the potential to be the sexiest and most informative porn ever.

Rylee, again. This going on a trip with your future mom has taken off. Taken off. We're about to take off.

Bob!

No, that can wait.

We're walking out to my plane and Karolina is with us. We walked up the stairs, but Karolina is staying at the bottom.

"Does she have a concert?" I asked. "Why isn't she coming with us?"

"We tried and tried," said Nylah. "She wanted to give us private time."

I walked back to the top of the stairs. She's about halfway to the house. OK, I admit, I hesitated for just a bit.

Cute little naked ass.

"Karolina," I shouted. She stopped and turned around.

It took me a moment to recover. That young woman is stunning. Which made her smile.

I did not anticipate falling down the airplane stairs while cumming. That would be a tough square to get in orgasm bingo.

I woke up to the three of the them standing over me. Naked.

"Are you OK?" said Karolina, with clear concern.

"Invulnerable, remember?" I said.

"Oh, yeah," said Karolina.

"Get your cute little ass on the plane," I said. "Let Leo know we're picking him up, too."

Apparently Leo's skills have improved. Karolina, Nylah, and Colby's moan was long and deep.

That bodes well for our vacation.

It is a surprisingly short flight. Maybe because we're on the island off LA. We could have just taken a car, but we're spending the night on Priapus. Apparently with Leo.

Leo is young, tiny, and talented. His focus rivals Bob's. Extending the girth and length of his cock by 50% will be a win. Then again, a win for Colby, too.

I love my soon to be kids.

We landed in Leo's yard. OK, technically his parent's yard. Slacker. Still living at home at 2. We realized we couldn't get off the plane.

"Did any of us bring clothes?" asked Karolina.

Apparently only Leo.

He ran up the stairs and while the door closed he looked at us.

"Did you all forget clothes again?" said Leo.

"Yes," I said, sounding like a disappointed tween.

He went over to the closet and pulled out T-shirts for all of us. At the bottom of the cabinet were shoes. In the drawers were socks and shorts.

All the right size. Once we were dressed, the cabinet and closet were empty.

"They must have gotten loaded at the last service," said Nylah.

Of course they did. To our disappointment, we all got dressed. My T-shirt appears to be about three sizes too small.

"This seems to be too small even for me," I said.

"Nope," said Karolina. "Nope, nope, nope."

Isn't she the sweetest?

"There is a giant closet room on Priapus," said Leo. "That was my plan anyway."

"We're only going for the weekend," I said.

"But I will be tearing that T-shirt off of you later today," said Leo.

"Well that seems good," I said.

"Why don't we just leave the plane here?" said Colby. "There's a nice Kia SUV in the plane."

"That works," I said. We all went through the door and got into the SUV while it was still on the plane. I'm driving and Karolina is riding shotgun. In the back, it is Nylah, Leo, Colby.

They hate it. They're in car seats.

"We can live with it," said Leo. "I have to ride in one all the time. Honestly, I can see out a little better."

"I never thought of that," said Nylah. "I just worried about my image, but hey, this is nice."

"Your image is that you're the most powerful attorney in the world and a sexual beast," said Colby.

"Feels like a nice image," said Nylah.

"It does to me!" said Karolina.

"Me too!" said Leo, with me. He just screamed it out.

"We'll pay that off later, on Priapus," he said.

Yes, it is really weird. Yes, I will happily pay it off and more. Yes, it will be amazing. It sure doesn't hurt Leo. The kid is as powerful as it gets.

He's a freaking Avenger.

"You know you just have to ask your daughter and you can be an Avenger, too," said Leo.

"Ask my daughter?" I said. Then I started laughing.

"Soon," I said. He means Leslie.

"I might," I said. "I could be Tit Girl."

"Pretty sure Leslie is already Tit Girl," said Nylah.

OK, she has a point. Two points. Another for Bob.

"I could be Rhodey," I said. "Her Rhodey."

"Oh God," said Leo. "You could. I would help you both. Vigorously."

"That sounds fun," I said. We landed near the park and got in the VIP line. No, not because we're, well, us. We paid extra for that line just like the hundred cars ahead of us. We paid for the best park pass too and will still stand in hour-long lines. Yes we could close the park and have fun but that would mess up too many vacations.

"Holy shit," said Leo. "Ten hours."

"Huh?" said all of us, including Leo. He was quick.

"Odds were high," he said. "I did not count on sweeping the board."

"We'll pay off in line," said Nylah. "The lines are going to be long."

"Wow," I said. "We really could do that."

"Yeah," said Colby. "But will we?"

"Let's just see how it goes," I said, and they all nodded.

"And can we get back to ten hours?" I said.

"Let's say you wake up at eight am in Robertville," said Leo. "What time is it in Los Angeles?"

"Ten PM," we all said, quickly.

Including Leo. This time Nylah beat him to it.

"You know we all know that time difference," said Nylah. "Holy shit."

"Can someone clue me in?" I asked.

"When does Disneyland close?" asked Nylah.

"Nine PM," I said.

"Holy shit," said Karolina. I'm still...

"Holy shit," I said. "We run Disneyland around the clock. All our theme parks. We can set up shuttles from everywhere in Dionysus. Locals can come at 1 AM, but not many will, so it will be really light. Heck, if a lot of people shift times, it will be half as busy. We don't care that it isn't profitable."

"Exactly," said Leo. "3 AM at Great Wolf."

"Yeah, baby," said Nylah, in a surprisingly good Austin Powers voice.

By this time we pulled in and parked. We have our earrings. Everything in the park will automatically read them. Yes, even Leo has some nice earrings. Yes, Leo is in the inner circle. Stop thinking chronological age. That's not Leo.

We walked up to the entrance and got in the line for pass holders. We're not carrying anything at all. We have earrings! We got to the front.

"Hold on kids," said the dude. "You can't come in without a parent."

"That's not park policy at all," said Nylah. "Please let us pass."

"No way, Jose," said the dude. The white dude. Ah, let's layer on some racism.

"No kids without adults," he said.

"Well how handy that we're all adults," said Nylah. "Now, let us through. If I count to five, you're out of a job."

"I'm calling security," he said. He pressed what appears to be a panic alarm.

Which is likely why four armed guards came running with guns pulled.

Doesn't feel very Disney-like.

All the guards ran up, set their guns at Nylah's feet, and stepped back and stood at attention.

The ticket dude appears a bit confused.

That's when someone ran up. A young woman.

"What's going on?" she said. I'd put her at about 14. Adorable. We like adorable.

The ticket dude just rolled his eyes.

The four guards are now performing Beyonce's Single Ladies.

Which is confusing the ticket dude.

And making the young woman laugh. You get that she's the supervisor.

"That's pretty impressive," she said. "Who's doing it?"

Leo raised his hand.

"Of course," she said. "The Avenger."

"Avenger?" said the ticket dude.

Yes, this time it was the young woman whose eyes rolled into her head.

She turned back to us and focused on Nylah.

Hey, we get it.

Now the guards are doing a surprisingly good rendition of YCMA. The people in the line appear convinced it is part of the show.

"That's pretty slick," said the young woman. "Now they all think it is just part of the show. Thank you. Can you tell me what happened?"

"He wouldn't let us in since we don't have an adult," said Nylah. The young woman snorted.

"Oh," she said. "You're serious. I'm Rayven, by the way. I'm the supervisor on duty."

Personally, I'd like her to be on me.

I mentioned she's about 14. She's tall, about 5'7", thin, dark hair, wonderful B cups.

Did I mention she's Black? I'm betting she goes to one of our schools.

The snort implies agreement.

"Jordan high school," she said. "Watts."

"Damn," said Leo. "I'll bet that's a great school."

"It is!" said Rayven with verve.

"We will reward you for verve," thought Rayven.

Yes, Rayven.

Yes you will.

"When does your shift end?" said Leo. You go, little player. Rayven looked at her watch.

"About five minutes ago," she said. "Let me deal with this."

She turned to the ticket dude.

"We have no policy that children can only come in with adults," said Rayven. "You know that. I know you don't like that and frankly, I don't care. Be warned. This is your last chance. You pull a stunt like this again, and I will fire you."

He looks appropriately cowed. I might be appropriately cowed.

"It's my dom voice," thought Rayven, to me. The snorts implied it wasn't just to me.

Particularly the snort of the girl behind us with her family. I spun back to her.

"Permission," I said, a bit fiercely.

"Oh shit," she said. "I am sorry, but she pushed it out there pretty hard."

"Oh, things will get hard," thought Rayven.

Now we're all laughing, including the girl.

"I am sorry," she said. "I'm Teanna. This is my older brother, Quang. I'm 9 and he's 14."

"Just like me!" said Rayven.

Whee!

"Let's do this," said Leo. The little player.

"Why don't the three of you join us," said Leo. "We'll have a fun afternoon at Disneyland. Then we'll go out to a nice dinner, our treat, and spend the night on the planet Priapus."

The three newcomers are looking at me. Well I am the oldest.

"It's the tits," thought Leo.

Possibly the tits. Probably. OK, likely the tits.

"What he said," I laughed, nodding at Leo.

"The legend of Priapus included a simply enormous cock," said Teanna.

"Cocks grow 50% in both length and girth," said Leo.

Teanna is just staring at Quang's cock with a bit of a shocked look.

"And cocks can cum 50 times and do it again in a half hour," added Leo. "Forever. Plus the cum volume is quadrupled."

"Quang has a 10-inch (25.5 cm) thick cock," said Teanna, in a sultry voice.

I will be rewarded for sultry, too.

"Whee!" said Nylah.

Just wheeing our way through life.

Did I mention that Teanna and Quang are Asian?

"Vietnamese," said Teanna. In Vietnamese.

"Cool," said Colby.

In Vietnamese.

"You all speak it?" said Quang.

"Fuck yeah," we all screamed yes. Including Rayven.

Who got the jinx out first.

Then she took off her name badge and slipped it into her pocket.

"I probably shouldn't take payoffs with the badge on," said Rayven.

Probably not.

Every single one of us, from Leo to Quang.

In age order. OK, I guess technically I am the oldest.

And went last.

For the younger folks, she picked them up by their cute little ass.

The people in the line seemed to appreciate it, so we paid off our earlier jinx.

So far, Disneyland is fun. Oh, we'd gotten out of the line. We were slowing it down. Just then two sexy AF men walked up.

"Hi, Dads," said Teanna.

Dads.

Whee!

"These are our dads," said Teanna. "Deondre and Jontae. You can probably infer we're adopted.

Given Deondre is Hispanic and Jontae is Black, we would have inferred.

"It is an honor to meet you all," said Jontae. Rayven laughed.

"Not me," said Rayven. "I'm just a worker bee here at Disney."

"It is absolutely an honor to meet you," said Deondre. "You're the first person that works at Disney we've ever met."

Rayven is smiling.

"Please, please, please tell me you're bi or pan," said Karolina.

They both laughed.

"Oh yeah," said Teanna in the deepest voice.

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

Jontae got it out first. He appears pleased with himself.

Then Teanna shouted it, too.

"I'm the backup kisser," she said, nodding at Colby and Nylah.

Well sure.

Right here in Disneyland.

It took a little time. Puddles were involved.

Then Teanna explained Priapus.

I admit, we're all checking out Jontae.

Who has a huge 12-inch (30.5 cm) cock.

We can tell.

But some of us were even more observant. To see Deondre's 13-inch (33 cm) cock.

Priapus is going to be fun.

Very fun.

Fuck yeah, Priapus is fun

My name is Rayven. I have no clue how this day got to where it is. Or where I am.

On another freaking planet. It has three, count'em three suns.

It is very pretty.

But not nearly as pretty as the sight in front of me. You know who came with me to Priapus.

We were not the first ones here.

I'm a bit of a royal watcher. Apparently Jontae and Deondre are as well. We compared lists. A surprising amount of overlap, so we're wandering around together.

It appears you are well received if you bring along two men with simply huge cocks.

"Honey," said Pari. "It ain't just the big cocks. You're simply gorgeous."

Then she taught me the golden arches. Sort of.

I'm on the bottom. Deondre is fucking me in the golden arches. Pari is kneeling over me and going down on me. I am returning the favor.

Well her pussy is right there.

Oh no. It seems like I am licking Jontae's cock, too. As it slides in and out of Pari. Now, it did take some preparation. A 12-inch (30.5 cm) cock and a 13-inch cock. Remember?

On Priapus.

I could play baseball with either of these cocks as my bat.

OK, that was weird.

We were on Priapus for three days.

Three.

I might be engaged to Deondre and Jontae now.

Whee!

We're just about to head back. I'm sitting with them both, plus Quang and Teanna.

"Are you going to be our new mom?" said Teanna in a hilarious tween whine.

I looked to my left. Deondre is nodding.

I looked to my right. Jontae is nodding.

Then all five of us moaned.

Yes, for that image, but also because Luke walked up. Kind of sticky.

Teanna is cleaning him like a cat.

"Hi," said Luke who is ignoring that Teanna is licking him.

"Not ignoring it," said Luke, in a low voice.

"But did want to talk to you," said Luke. "We have a job opening at the park and I immediately thought of you and wanted to offer it to you."

"Probably the General Manager role," I said, laughing.

"Yes," said Luke.

OK, I'm staring at him. I finally laughed.

"You did that really well," I said. "You almost got me."

Luke is just standing their stoically while Teanna continues to lick.

"Holy shit," I said. "You're serious."

Luke just nodded.

"We can discuss compensation when we have a little privacy," said Luke. It appears Teanna was a little vigorous in her cleanup. Luke just covered her with cum.

Which Quang is now lapping up.

Kind of like a cat.

"You can talk in front of them," I said. "They're my new family."

"Congratulations!" said Luke. "You'll want to check out the wedding benefits in your package. They're pretty good."

Then he shared the base and bonus of my new job.

I'm pretty sure I passed out. Although that could have just been his big smile at the end.

Today was a good day.

Did I mention the houses, cars, and spaceplane?

So damn much fun

Crested Butte was so damn much fun. Hell, just watching Austin with Bill and Jessica. OK, watching pretty intimately. As in joining in. What can I say about Leslie and Chris?

I love them so. Oh yeah, Orlando was great fun, too, although we still have our trip ahead of us.

But now I'm going on a trip with Morgan and Sophia. It is such a freaking win.

It really is.

We're going to the Gamma Resort on Helios. Yes, one there, too.

We're going to swim and lie by the pool.

And fuck.

A lot.

But you might have noticed something missing in this group of three.

Cock.

Which is why we're going to a Gamma resort. No worries about trolling for cock. There are theme rooms. Wander in, fuck, wander out. We're going to be wandering.

And fucking.

Come on. Rylee. Morgan. Sophia.

Lots and lots of fucking.

We met in Clearwater and flew down together. By met, I mean we got together yesterday and renewed some friendships. I suppose I should back up and tell that story, too.

It all started with Brittney. You remember Morgan's cheerleader friend. And her adorable brothers Evan and Ricky.

We do like to reconnect with old friends.

We invited them to come over to the house. The new house. On campus.

On. Campus.

We also invited Jimmy and Jackie. Remember them? Jimmy does not have a 2-inch (5 cm) cock anymore. Jimmy is 15 now. Jimmy is 6'2" and has a very thick 7-inch cock now.

Ask me how I know.

Jackie is 14. About 5'6". Tall, thin, lithe, with B cups.

OMG.

We're skewed towards innies so we did the only thing we could possibly do.

We headed to the wrestling room.

On. Campus.

Remember?

This isn't even our trip. This is the day before our trip.

It was freaking amazing. Something about sex with old friends. Let's face it, my last experience with Jimmy and Jackie was when they were 10 and 9.

It is better now. No, that's honestly not fair. It is different now.

But we love friends, you know? So we invited all five of them to go with us and got them a nice suite.

I wonder if they'll ever leave.

Anyway. Right now we're on my S-88 headed to Helios. It's the one island on which I have spent the least time.

"Not us," said Sophia, in kind of a guttural voice. "Imagine an unlimited supply of Gabe and Ruby."

Oh God.

Then we got into a spirited discussion of whether that was racist. We finally decided since it was sincere admiration, maybe it wasn't.

But we'll be more careful.

We landed in the parking lot and there were two people waiting as the stairs lowered.

"Hi," said the young woman. "I'm Jeri. This is my twin brother Gilbert. We're 10 and your hosts for your visit. We're here to help you with absolutely anything you need."

"And in case it wasn't as obvious as intended," said Gilbert. "That includes sexually."

"Whee!" said Sophia.

What she said.

"Have all of you been here before?" said Jeri, brightly.

"Not all of us," said Morgan. "And our trip was brief for the grand opening."

"Oh, we've expanded significantly since then," said Gilbert. "For example, our theme rooms are more varied and larger."

"What's your favorite?" asked Brittney.

Gilbert laughed.

"We have a room dedicated to giving and receiving blowjobs," he said. "I'm fond of that one."

Jeri snorted.

"Yeah, quite fond," said Jeri. "Particularly given he is a bit of a cum slut."

"That I am," he said, with some pride. "Just like my twin sister."

"So is that room limited to people with cocks?" said Jackie.

"Oh no," said Jeri. "That's why it is a favorite for me. Although I particularly like the bukkake room, too. Same theory. Different place for the cum."

"We would absolutely love to see that room," said Jimmy.

Yes we would.

"Great!" said Jeri. "You're all checked in. Do you want to stick together? We can split up and if there are more than two immediate interests, bring in others to be your hosts."

"While that sounds appealing," said Morgan, with a laugh. "Let's all go. I'm pretty confident we all love the idea of being covered with cum."

"Uh huh," said Ricky, with a little moan.

Now we're all laughing.

And headed to the bukkake room. With both Jeri and Gilbert. Gilbert is leading the way.

At quite the pace.

Well he did say he enjoys the room.

What surprised me was the size of the room. Think of a football field. Whichever football you prefer.

Roughly three times that.

Three.

There are easily two thousand people in this room. So far every single one that isn't in our group has a cock.

Lots of nice cocks.

You could also see it, or more accurately hear it. Someone recognized us. There was a buzz in the air.

Let me recap a bit.

Brittney, Evan, and Ricky.

Jackie and Jimmy.

Morgan, Sophia, and me.

It is a quite a group of eight. We quickly stripped and formed a circle. Facing out. All ten of us.

Don't forget Gilbert and Jeri.

Lines formed. Long lines. No one was left out. What few people there are with innies paired up with us. They'll be licking.

Yes, licking. Us. Licking us. And likely getting covered themselves. I, for example, have an adorable young woman named Candace with me. Candace is 9. And small.

She's snuggled right up with me. Cocks will cum over her onto me. There will be plenty of splashing.

And now they have started. I did appreciate Candace's innovation.

Three at a time. For each of us.

We were in that room for almost four hours. It was a lot of cum. I mean seriously a lot. More than I have ever been covered with at one time. That was a high bar to exceed and exceed it we did. We finally gave in and headed to the showers. I did have to laugh because once we were clean and headed out, Candace just went with us.

No one complained. Why would they? An adorable slit and a clit.

Whee!

We spent four days at the resort. We experienced the BDSM room. Twice. There is a great room with gloryholes.

We were all receivers, but you knew that.

The dinners were amazing. Simply amazing.

After dinner was better. It is, sadly, finally time to leave. So it was time to sit down with Candace. One on one. I took her hand and led her over to the seating area in our suite.

"Now is the time to tell me what is really going on," I said.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" she said, all innocent and shit.

I waited. She got fidgety. I waited some more.

"Shit," she finally said.

I shook my head no.

"We'll fix whatever it is," I said. "How did you even get on the island?"

"I'm a member, of course," she said, with more bravado than she was feeling.

I wanted some more. This time she finally laughed.

"Stowaway," she said.

"Who is missing you?" I asked.

"No one," she said, with some pretty profound sadness.

It felt like a good time to wait. Let her gather her thoughts.

She took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

"I ran away," she said. "From my mom and stepfather. In Panama. My stepfather was raping me. My mom knew. It was a difficult marriage. I was the prize that calmed down his anger towards her. Don't get me wrong, I love sex, but I didn't like getting raped."

Sadly, we've heard that before.

"How long have you been here?" I said. She smiled a small smile.

"Almost five months," she said. "I just found someone fun to attach myself to. No one seemed to mind. I always had a warm bed and damn the sex has been great."

"It's pretty brilliant," I said.

"Isn't it?" she said.

"Wasn't it," I said. No she looks scared again.

"You're not in any trouble," I said. "You have to know we're going to help you."

"Offer her the GM job," thought Julia to me. "I have no clue who we're talking about, but the GM quit abruptly. I have a note in my calendar to have you offer her the job. I wrote it almost a year ago."

Of course she did.

"OK," I said. "Here's the deal. You're welcome to stay, but with your own private cottage. Play all you want, but you have a home. It comes with the job I'm about to offer you."

"Probably GM," she said. "Rumor is that he quit suddenly."

"Yes," I said. She has beautiful eyes. Why did I mention that now? Because they're wide open. As in a bit of shock.

"Holy shit," she said. "It was real."

"The little movie," I said. She nodded.

So I nodded.

The upside of these trips appears to be that we're filling some pretty high-level jobs.

"Oh," thought Julia. "I put a set of earrings in your purse."

Oh my.

I opened up my purse. Yes, it was nearby. Because it needed to be nearby.

I found the little pouch and pulled it out. I handed it to Candace. She shook the earrings out into her hand.

She didn't say a thing. She just took out her existing studs and put in the new earrings. She turned and tossed the studs into a trash can and then turned back.

"It's not like I'm going to wear simple studs anymore," she said, with a big grin.

Excuse me while I vibrate for a moment.

Whee!

"These are probably even inner circle earrings," said Candace, with another laugh.

I just nodded. It took her a moment to recover.

"Feels like the day is going well," she said.

It felt like another good time to nod.

Then we fucked. A big double-ended dildo.

Our lives are amazing.

I am not clear how this happened

My name is Madison. A change of pace in the story. Faithful readers will remember me from early in the journal. Number 12! I gave them the tour of Orlando's school. That was back when I had the nicest damn puffies and I favored really tight, really thin shirts. Our dress code was funny because it didn't include one word about bras. I know. I checked. I had to have sleeves, and my belly couldn't show. No cleavage either, but my puffies didn't exactly scream cleavage. So I did the obvious thing. Long, tight, thin t-shirts. As in my puffy nipples were way out there.

I used to tweak them all day long when no one was looking.

And sometimes when someone was. Oh, you might be thinking of the more recent Madison. The Avenger. Nope, not me.

I know this is way back there, but I think it is hilarious. It was a sad commentary on the times, and they haven't changed that much, at least in the US. I'd started school at Dionysus Clearwater awhile back. Talk about life changing.

But back to middle school. Two years after you met me, so I was 14. One day I really pushed the limits, and I knew it. I figured I'd get in trouble, but I was a straight A student and had never had a detention in my life. I was going through this phase where I was pushing and pushing to see what I could get away with. All the teachers liked me and, well, I think liked me. Come on. Puffies.

So I went to school in what was little more than a camisole with sleeves. It was almost see-thru. Before I put it on, I put rouge on my nipples. I was careful to blot it properly so it wouldn't rub off in the shirt. I pulled on the shirt and checked myself in the mirror.

I might as well have been topless. No, this was sexier. I knew exactly what I could wear in shorts too and pushed it with yoga shorts. They were the proper length, which was their only criterion. The fact that they would have barely fit me in kindergarten and were thin and white might have been another push.

Particularly after the rouge on my pussy lips.

Pushing it. Hard. Oh yeah, they'd be hard. I was really curious if I could make it through the day. My own teachers would never complain. Not the men teachers or the women. I knew. Every once in a while I'd wear a skirt commando and spend the class flashing them.

They liked it. I don't know why I did all that. No, that's not fair. I was horny. This was a regular middle school.

I wasn't getting enough.

Then Orlando and his family came along.

So I made it through the morning. I was surprised how good people were at not staring. Oh, they were looking; they were just more subtle about it. I tried to talk to as many people as I could all morning. Cocks and nipples were popping right and left. I felt like I should be taking notes. JT, the left guard on the football team looked like he had a 9-inch (23 cm) thick BBC. I must find JT. It has been 5 years.

Whee!

It was lunch that got me. The lunch lady. I'd even thought about putting on a sweater for lunch, but I didn't. I know exactly what her problem was. She liked the girls. She liked us a lot. She wanted us. The crazy thing is that she was young and beautiful. She was just frustrated. Muriel. Oh, I have to tell that story, too because she is at DUC now. The Dionysus school.

Let's just say all of us celebrated.

I'll come back to that or let Muriel do it.

So.

The school resource officer came to get me and took me to the principal's office. Is that your Billy club or are ya just glad to see me? OK, that was his Billy club. It was long and thick.

His own endowment, maybe not so much. He was tenting his pants, but it was a small tent. It freaked me a little that he kept his hand on his gun all the way to the office. He opened the door to the principal's office, and I stepped through. Just as I walked through, he turned to the principal.

"Here's the slut," he said.

He was going to have to explain my handprint on his face for a few days. He even went for his gun, but the principal got between us. They got into quite an argument. The resource officer wanted to arrest me. The principal said he'd testify to what he said and that he deserved every bit of it and would ensure he was fired for it.

It was nice of the principal to back me, and I told him. The principal is also young, hot, and from what I could see right now, extremely well-endowed.

Did I mention he is at DUC now, too? Montrel. Let me tell you about Muriel and Montrel together. Damn. I'll come back to that, too.

He was pretty cool then, and we all just called him Montrel. Did I mention this was just a few years ago? Yeah, my puffies have grown now, but hadn't then.

"What can I do for you, sir?" I said, all sweetness.

"Cut the shit, Madison," said the principal. "You know damn well why you're here. Hell, you're sexy as fuck and yes I am hard as a rock but come on. This is over the line."

"So I got called out because I am a distraction?" I said.

"Yes, and you know it," said Montrel. "This isn't about you not wearing a bra, even when you wear the tight white t-shirts. I know you do it. We all know you do it. Hell, we all like it and you're in the guidelines and we just all pretend we don't see it. But you're pushing too hard today. Let me guess. Makeup on your nipples and your pussy."

OK, he was more blunt than I expected. I kind of liked it. He glanced down at my crotch, just plain as could be, and then raised his eyebrows. I looked down.

Oh. Sexy Montrel got me wet. My shorts are now completely transparent. I struck a pose.

"But I do look sexy," I said.

"Yes, you do," said Montrel. "And if we were in Dionysus, I'd take you on that couch, but we're not."

This timeline is a little confusing. It was a couple years after I met the family and Dionysus was pretty new.

I would have liked him taking me on that couch.

"So what's my punishment?" I asked, a bit defiantly.

"I'm going to politely ask you to put on those gym clothes and wear them the rest of the day and to not push it this hard again," he said. He pointed at a set of the school gym shorts and a t-shirt. That wasn't going to show anything.

"That's it?" I said. "No detention?" He laughed.

"That seems to be your goal, so it is more fun to deny you," he said. "Listen, I'm going on the tour at DUC this weekend and then interviewing. Have you been tested yet?"

"Not yet," I said. "My appointment is this Saturday." We compared times and realized we would be on the tour together.

Now I had transparent shorts, and he had a big wet spot. I walked over and wiped my finger over it, rubbing his cock just a bit. I licked off my finger and looked at him. Then I walked over to the new clothes I was supposed to wear. I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts. I let him drink me in naked for a bit. Then I pulled on the shorts and shirt and left his office.

Leaving my sexy clothes on the floor. Souvenirs, right? I looked back just as I saw him pick them up. He pressed my shorts against his face and inhaled. Enjoy, Montrel. Maybe this weekend you'll get the real thing.

Maybe not my first though. That's a monster.

Things happened fast

My name is Muriel. Yes, Madison is right. I like the girls. I like the boys, too, don't get me wrong, but Madison just did it for me. Yes, she was pushing it and damn straight I liked it. Montrel shared their appointment times and mine was the same. Yes, Montrel and I are close. Just friends with benefits, I think. He's sure adorable.

And yes, we both want to enjoy Madison. Come on.

Puffies. Right out there.

Madison suggested we meet for breakfast and ride in together. Her parents were OK with it. No, let's be clear. Madison's parents were quite eager for her to be accepted.

Her dad came out and said that he hoped to fuck her soon.

All with her mom just smiling and nodding.

Madison's reaction was to flash him. Those damn puffies. Oh hell, we all liked it. I picked up Madison and Montrel met us at the Denny's. No better way to start the day than with a Grand Slam.

Yeah, I didn't sell that. I'd rather get naked and all pile onto the table and fuck. Maybe with the waiter. He's cute, too.

Madison is a distracting influence. We got to the school, and they took us on the tour. School was in session, so we all got to observe. Yes, on Saturday. Optional, but a lot of kids showed up. I loved that the potential staff and the potential students were all on the same tour. Some kids brought their parents, some didn't. There sure were all ages. You know how these schools work and yes, the tour included the locker room and the wrestling room. We got to watch, but not play. If we were hired, or became students, we could. Make that would.

I learned some things, too.

We all made it back to the HR office and Madison went off for testing and Montrel and I each headed towards our interview room. I interviewed with the most adorable young woman named Maria. She was helping out with interviewing because they were growing so fast. She's also an adjunct professor.

We chatted a bit and did the innocuous interviewing questions and then she jumped into a new topic.

"Have you considered going back to school? All of our positions allow for time for both classes and studying. We pay you your full salary counting that time. We encourage it," said Maria. Wow, really?

"What would you study if you could?" asked Maria. I admit I laughed.

"Medical school," I said. "It has always been my dream." Well, it has. Given I had to drop out of high school to take care of my parents, which wasn't going to happen. I'm already 24 years old and I told her that.

"According to our records, you dropped out to take care of your parents, correct?" asked Maria. I agreed that was the case.

"Many are not aware that the testing we do for hiring is the same testing we do for students," said Maria. "You test off the charts. Based on your test results, we'll already award your high school diploma. There are a few areas where you'll need some content from the pre-med program, but that shouldn't take you long. I'd suggest a minimal amount of work in the first three years. Just focus on the schoolwork. Once you've completed the pre-med program, which I think you can do this year, we'll have an advisor talk to you about your medical school choices. Harvard, Stanford, and Georgetown are all part of our US school system, but we have other choices like Berlin."

I think I just stared at her. Finally she laughed.

"It is a bit overwhelming, isn't it?" said Maria. "Perhaps you should just accept the position, then we could go find a couple nice cocks and celebrate in the wrestling room." Then she rattled off the compensation and told me that, for now, I should work exclusively on schoolwork.

"Where are you living right now?" asked Maria. Fuck. This was a showstopper, I'm sure. They'll never hire me now.

"I'm between places right now," I said. Fuck. She knew what I meant.

"OK," said Maria. "We have some very nice on-campus apartments. We'll have someone show you several and you can pick. When can you bring your daughter in to be tested?"

"You know I have a daughter?" I asked. Maria laughed again.

"This is Dionysus. Literally. The entire campus. Families are important to us. We encourage you to enroll your daughter. She's the perfect age," said Maria.

"She's 3 years old," I said. "She is two years from kindergarten." Maria laughed again. She has a nice laugh.

"Oh no," she said. "We'll do the testing, but I'd be stunned if she wasn't doing high school work in a year. She's your daughter." I admit I laughed.

"I'll make you a bet," said Maria. "If she is doing high school work in a year, you spend the weekend with my brother and me and do absolutely everything we ask."

"And if she isn't?" I asked.

"Then Pedro and I spend the weekend doing everything you ask," she said, smiling.

"Seems like a win-win," I said.

"It certainly does," said Maria. "Listen. You're my last interview and Pedro is meeting me here. Why don't we go find you a nice apartment and then have dinner."

"I can't afford dinner at a restaurant," I said, sadly. Maria smiled again.

"Sure you can," she said. "You make a lot of money now. Your first paycheck has already been deposited." She reached in her desk and handed me a debit card, already in my name.

I just raised my eyebrows.

"You don't make it to this interview if we're not going to hire you," said Maria. With that, she hopped up and came over to me and held out her hand. We walked out of the office and Pedro was waiting.

Suddenly Maria turned.

"Where is Brisa?" asked Maria, clearly concerned.

"She is at daycare. I can afford an apartment or daycare, not both," I said. Maria laughed.

"That's not a problem anymore," she said. She took my hand and Pedro took the other. When we got outside, Maria started skipping. Yes, skipping. It was exhilarating.

"What do you mean it isn't a problem anymore?" I asked.

"Because she'll be in school," said Maria. "And all the schools have 24/7 programs. If you need to study, you just drop her off. She can even spend the night. Most of the younger kids love it. It's a big sleepover and they go right to school."

"None of this can be real," I said.

That's when we arrived at an apartment complex. We had skipped all the way. It is incredibly nice and appears to be on the water. There is even a marina.

"We have several choices for apartments, but one of them is particularly nice, so let's start there," said Pedro. "I previewed them all while you were interviewing."

"How did you know we would need an apartment?" I asked. Then I realized. "You already knew we were homeless." I tried to keep from crying, but I didn't succeed. I did get a very nice hug from both of them.

I stopped crying, but now I'm all wet in a different location. They were great hugs. Pedro walked us through the complex. They were basically duplexes and triplexes but freaking huge. We walked all the way to the end. As in on the beach. We walked up and right through the front door. You walked right into the main living area. The back wall was entirely glass and looked out over the Gulf.

"Alexa, open wall," said Pedro. The entire glass wall opened. We walked through the apartment. There was a huge kitchen, a laundry room, three bedrooms, four baths, and an office. The master bedroom is bigger than any house in which I have lived. Read that again. It isn't just the biggest bedroom. The bedroom is bigger than any house I have lived in. All the bedrooms opened onto the beach and had walls that opened.

It was at least 5,000 square feet. I just stared at Pedro.

"I don't get it," I said. "I just don't."

"It's really simple. You have incredible potential, and it was going to go to waste. We can help. So we help. Nothing more complicated than that," said Pedro.

I felt like I was going to cry again but had a better idea. I was wearing a simple wrap dress.

Now I am not. Now we are all naked.

"Oh, we love a good christening," said Pedro.

Yes they do. It wasn't just Pedro's skills, which are outstanding. Or Maria's, which are equally outstanding.

The two of them together is amazing. Watching Pedro fuck Maria, from my position underneath, is just primal. If only my brother and I had grown up in their world.

They're also good at cleanup. Just then, someone walked into the room.

Murry. My 12-year-old brother. Naked.

Now Maria is underneath, Murry is fucking me, and Pedro is fucking Murry.

They still did cleanup. Finally we were sitting on the patio, looking over the water, still naked.

"We have to run," said Maria, hopping up. "One thought to put in your head. You know you can marry in Dionysus."

What? Oh.

Murry and I went back to the bed.

Mom got hooked up

My name is Brisa. I'm 3. Barely. I just had my birthday. I go to daycare, and it is boring. Boring, boring, boring. Mom just picked me up and said that a lot had changed today. She picked me up just after lunch. She had to pay extra for them to watch me on Saturday. She loaded me in our piece of shit Subaru.

"Where's all our stuff?" I asked. This was our house, too. It should have been crammed with what little shit we had.

"It's all at our new apartment," said Mom. Say what? "And we're off to have you tested to start at Dionysus Clearwater. I started my new job there today. It includes an apartment. They think you're ready for school, too. I even have a bet. The young woman that hired me thinks you'll be doing high school work in a year. I admit, I bet against you, but I win either way."

"Dionysus, huh," I said. "Then I'm betting the payoff involves some pretty spectacular sex."

"What?" shouted Mom.

"Mom, listen up," I said. "I damn well should be in that school. And yes, I know all about the sex. I know I can't do anything yet, except in private."

"Except in private?" asked Mom. "You're telling me you're sexually active." I admit I laughed.

"Jamar and I have been friends since birth," I said. "Of course we are. I can't wait until I'm 5. Then again, I'll be talking to you about an exception."

I think I'll stop there. Mom's a bit confused at this point. Just then we pulled into an incredible apartment complex, right on the school grounds. Mom walked us up to the door. This can't be ours. We walked in and she gave me a tour.

And let me pick my room.

On the beach.

I'm feeling like our lives took a turn for the better today. Given Uncle Murry walked out of Mom's bedroom naked and sticky, I'm pretty confident of my observation. The fact that he didn't even seem to be embarrassed about it was a bonus.

Even under their rules, I can watch, and watch I will.

Just then Mom got a text.

"We've been invited to dinner," said Mom. "The young woman that hired me. Maria. She said to come on over anytime and people would wander in. She said it's swimsuit casual. She also warned me that most people will be naked and that you'll likely see a lot of people fucking."

"Cool," I said. "I'm always looking for new ideas. I'm thrilled because you haven't been laid in way too long." Mom had a lopsided grin on her face.

"I stand corrected," I said, laughing. Oh, I knew. Uncle Murry. Naked. Sticky.

"I'm confused," said Mom. "You suddenly have the vocabulary of a college student. What gives?"

"There was no point in being anything but a 3-year-old," I said. "If talked like this in preschool, no kid would ever play with me. That's not an issue anymore."

I appear to have surprised Mom. It seemed like a good time to tell her that I speak Spanish, French, and German. I learned them from kids in the daycare. I wish we had more breadth of students, but I'd learn fast enough.

"Please tell me you're in the pre-med program," I said, and Mom just beamed. Damn straight.

"Me too," said Uncle Murry. Well that's worth celebrating. Mom just got a text.

"It says you have a 5-year-old exception but only for Murry," said Mom.

Well he does need to be cleaned up. We'll just leave it there. OK, we didn't leave it there. You'll have to use your imagination.

And it won't come close.

Off to dinner

Murry, here. I have no freaking idea what is going on. I've loved Muriel for a long time. No, not that way. OK, yes that way, but nothing could happen until today. I had no idea it was mutual.

Apparently we are engaged. I think that means that Brisa will be my stepdaughter and my niece.

"Not that uncommon, dude," thought Brisa. Wow. I knew Muriel and I could do it. I didn't know Brisa could. Which made her laugh.

"Yeah," said Brisa. "I particularly enjoy watching you jack off. Nicely endowed there, dude."

Well, she had cleaned me off today, too.

Back on track, Murry.

When dreams come true

My name is Montrel. I've been given the opportunity to write in the journal.

Damn, that sounded stiff. Mr. Principal stiff. God, I hope I get the job. Fuck yeah. Then I'll be stiff in an entirely different way.

OK, that sounded more like me.

You see, they have an opening for the director of the high school. It is a little confusing since the school goes from K through PhD. High school is short for most. Measured in months.

Crazy.

I'm just a single guy, with some friends with benefits, including Muriel. I just checked in with Muriel and she suggested I come over to her new apartment.

I'm still in my interview, so I told her to hold on. The interviewer just came back into the room.

"Checking in with Muriel?" he asked. I must have looked shocked, but he laughed. His name is Eric. He's a teacher here. And still a teenager.

Things are different here.

"We're thrilled to offer you the position," he said. He outlined the compensation package and shared it included an on-campus apartment.

It took me a moment to recover.

It is a lot of money.

"Before you decide, let's go look at the apartment," said Eric. "There are other choices, but I think you'll like this one."

I followed him across campus and into the complex. It is amazing. He walked all the way to the back and into a unit right on the beach.

"It's two bedrooms plus an office. Two full baths," he said, walking me through. "It is also on campus, so all the Dionysus rules apply."

Then he opened up the entire front wall and walked out onto the beach.

"I think you know your neighbor, too," said Eric.

Muriel and I screamed at the same time.

The fact that she is standing on her porch, naked, with her brother Murry, who is also naked, is encouraging.

They both walked over. Murry looked at me, then Muriel, and then back to me.

"I'll be damned," said Murry. We both looked at him and Eric laughed.

"Trios are a thing here," said Eric.

What? Oh.

Oh.

"Come on," said Eric. "You're all invited to dinner."

"We need to get dressed," said Muriel. Eric laughed again.

"Not really," he said, as he undressed.

As. he. undressed.

"We're having dinner at Amy and Bob's," said Eric.

"You said that like we would know who you mean," said Muriel.

Eric just smiled and looked at her. Waiting. What the hell?

Then Muriel moaned. Deep and long.

"Amy and Bob," she said, in a guttural voice.

Huh?

Oh God.

It felt like I should undress, so I did. I appreciated the moans, although I admit Brisa moaning was a little weird. The fact that Brisa is naked is a little weird, too, but I think I just have to get used to it.

Eric walked around the end of the building and I admit, I enjoyed his ass. People in Dionysus generally have a nice ass.

I like that. There is a whole row of golf cars. Eric climbed in one. Brisa climbed right up into Eric's lap, which made him laugh.

Did she just grind his cock? I think she did.

Muriel got in next to them and Murry and I got in the backseat.

"May I kiss you?" asked Murry. I just nodded.

That was one hell of a kiss.

My first entry, so I'll keep it short. We were at Amy and Bob's place for four days.

Four. Days.

Now, it was an almost overwhelming amount of sex, but Eric suggested I just needed to work at it. As he put it, the best training for a lot of sex is a lot of sex.

A workout program I can endorse.

The fact that Eric said it while he was bouncing on my cock, and I was jacking him off was just a bonus.

I have to say that when I got him off, he hit me with a lot of cum.

A lot of cum.

It was just a little weird at first when Brisa was giving Muriel and me tips.

You know. During.

But they were damn good suggestions. We learned about spatulas.

She didn't give us that many tips though. She ran off with two kids I later found out were Jessica and Bill. I'm sure they had fun.

Oh. Do you think they have fun?

Some things I might not be ready to think about yet.

Did I mention the OG Three? Morgan, Orlando, and Leslie.

Together.

Back to Robertville

I'll come back to Muriel, Montrel, and Murry. They're married now. I was invited to the wedding. As they put it, I was their muse. Madison, here.

In oh so many ways. Wedding reception/orgies are a thing.

It was glorious.

And that's my little story. I am so late with this story that Brisa and Jamar just had their 7th birthdays.

It was one hell of a celebration.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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