18 March 2024

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I love email. If you give me a story line, I'll name a character after you. I really need ideas for fun situations. Get it?

It was just for fun

It really was just for fun. I found an article about an insane house in Beverly Hills. 115,000 square feet. Over 10,000 square meters. Almost three acres.

On an 8-acre lot in Beverly Hills.

The projected asking price was $500 million, but the builder defaulted on a hundred-million-dollar loan.

So I texted the link to the article to Bob.

He replied, "Looks cool, you should buy it".

Oh, this is Odelya. I own a car restoration company in LA. I'm 13.

I replied with a simple "lol".

He replied "Go negotiate a fair deal. Text the acquisition team. They'll buy it for you."

For me. Wait, what? For me?

So I called him. Who does that anymore?

"Bob you're fucking nuts," I said, to start the conversation.

"Well sure," he said, with a laugh. "Pretty sure that's been established."

"This house is a half a billion dollars," I said.

"Yes," he said. "Looks cool. You can put a bunch of bedrooms in the app, and we'll all have another place to stay in LA. It will stay pretty full unless you block days. You don't even have to put it in the app if you prefer privacy."

"Why?" I asked. "Why me?"

"Odelya," said Bob. "You're part of our family. You know that. We've had this conversation more than once. You've had it with Amy. You've had it with Pari."

"In your case, usually while I am bouncing up and down on your cock," I said.

"Always a great time," said Bob in the most sincere tone.

"You really love everybody, don't you?" I said.

"Everybody, no," he said. "There are bad people in the world. Everyone connected with Dionysus? Absolutely. And you're family."

"So what do I even do?" I said.

"You put on a nice business dress, with dress shoes, and pearls. You put your hair up in a ponytail. Really work the professional look," said Bob. "They'll doubt themselves, but you'll pull it off. The bank is in a bad place, and you're prepared to buy it for cash, delivered by wire, while still in their office. Don't play the Dionysus card if you don't have to. Let them believe you represent a family member, which you do. Don't claim to be licensed or a legal representative. Just helping out a relative. Have them put it in your name."

"They'll need ID," I said.

"And you have ID. You have a passport and a license," said Bob. "By the time you need those, it won't matter if they know you're part of Dionysus. They don't have your birth year on it. None of our documents do."

"They don't?" I said. "I never noticed."

"For exactly this reason," said Bob. "You are absolutely an adult in every jurisdiction in the world, but they don't believe it. This just makes it easier. Now, go shopping for nice clothes. Pick a plain white blouse that isn't sheer but is close enough that they can get a hint of your nipples. You have amazing nipples on incredible breasts. You'll pull it off."

"You think I have amazing breasts," I said. Bob laughed.

"Because you do," said Bob. "You still doubt your beauty. Ruby commented the other day that while she knows she is pretty; she isn't as pretty as you are."

"Ruby," I said. "One of the Top 5, or probably Top 3 most beautiful women in the world."

Bob laughed.

"I know a bunch of people bunched up there at the top," said Bob. "You are absolutely in that group. Now, go shopping."

Shopping. Sure. I texted Lexie to see if she wanted to go. We've got really close in every definition you choose. She's grown and has amazing A cup breasts now. Then again, I'm a solid B cup now and I do have nice puffy nipples. Lexie just got here, and I laughed. We're dressed pretty similarly.

We're wearing jeans shorts that are way too short. We've both got crop tops. Mine is white and hers is a super pale yellow.

There are nipples in play. We've got on cross-trainers. Adidas, of course.

We look like the jailbait we are. Unless we invite you over to one of our houses, then we're entirely legal and talented.

Living the dream.

"So what are we shopping for?" asked Lexie. I told her the story and she's as shocked as I am.

"You can do it," she said. "Easily. Dressed up like Bob suggested? In a heartbeat. The nipples are the win. Let's say they think you're underage. They're going to see your nipples and think that no parent would allow an underage daughter to show her nipples like that."

She has a point. Now, my mom is a single mom and as deep into this culture as you can imagine. Let's just say our relationship has changed. Dwain's parents are not there yet, but they're supportive that their 10-year-old son lives with his 13-year-old girlfriend. Then again, he also runs the most successful low-rider shop in LA. Probably the world.

He's making bank.

Me too. And our teams. The wealth gets shared in Dionysus. Our team meetings are legendary, too. OK, I might be offtrack, but legendary team meetings. Feel free to use your imagination. Should I add that the quantity of men on the two teams vastly outnumbers the number of women?

Whee!

Lexie and I took a JetsonCar down to Rodeo Drive. Just a couple of young women out shopping. But we forgot one thing. The high-end women's stores wouldn't give us the time of day. They saw two girls that couldn't afford anything.

So we went to the Coach store. Nothing screams Daddy has money than a teen with a Coach bag. We went in and browsed the handbags. They pretty much ignored us, which didn't surprise us. We did this to ourselves. We should have dressed up. Now, we think it is insane, and sure not the Dionysus culture, but it is what it is.

I found a nice leather shoulder bag which I love. Nice and big. Lexie bought their willow tote, in burgundy.

I bought the dark teak leather skirt with an adorable sky-blue T-shirt with a big owl on it. The leather skirt matches my bag. It cost almost $600. Ridiculous, but what it is. Lexie bought a cute, flowered skirt and the Coach T-shirt. Between the T-shirt, the bags, and the buttons, we exuded Daddy's money.

We finished it off with shoes. I bought their Gemma sandals, in the same dark teak. Lexie went with their Lorimer bootie. A silly name for a short boot that looks like a work boot. I bought a pair of their sunglasses and pushed them up in my hair.

One more stop. Agent Provocateur. Lingerie. Sexy freaking lingerie. Somehow, somewhere, someone is going to see my panties today and they should be sexy. The fact that I am going to wear panties is unusual.

But we had fun at the lingerie store. Kimber helped us. She is young and gorgeous.

We like young and gorgeous.

I finally settled on the Sparkle thong. Small and really sheer. I tried several choices and modeled them for Lexie and Kimber, who seemed to enjoy it. I know I did when she insisted on adjusting each pair. Now, she didn't do anything inappropriate, but it was still sexy. Lexie went with their Raiven thong. Mesh. Very see thru.

Sexy AF.

Kimber rang us up. I couldn't resist.

"Would you like to come over to my place tonight? The three of us could have great fun and even order in some nice cock," I said.

She laughed.

"Yes, I would love that," said Kimber. "But not the jail term following."

"So here's the thing," I said. "My place is designated as a Dionysus consulate."

"Why?" she said. "That can't be true."

There are times your Dionysus diplomatic passport has value. This is one of them. She looked at it and then back at me, then Lexie, then back to me.

And moaned. Oh, and had a nice little orgasm.

She's fun.

"What do you mean order up some cock?" said Kimber.

"Well," I said. "You're going to give me your Top 5 list of anyone 9 and above and I've to get as many of them as possible to come. Most will."

"Five and up," said Kimber, with a smile. "I'm 17."

"How handy is that," said Lexie.

"True dat," I said, laughing. "I would 100% put Bill on that list."

Lexie's moan was long and deep.

So was Kimber's.

Oh goody.

"When and where?" said Kimber. We traded cellphone numbers. I think she liked our phone/tablet things. They're cool.

"Let me give you the address I think we'll be at," I said. "It might change and if so, I'll text you. Just grab a JetsonCar. If it delivers you to one of our places, it won't charge you."

"Really?" said Kimber. "What if people just JetsonCar to your house and walk where they're going?"

"Then they needed a ride, and we gave them a ride," said Lexie.

Kimber thought about that for a bit and nodded.

"Wait, hold up," she said, looking back at the address.

"You're buying this house?" she said. Her face showed shock.

"You know the house?" I said. "Kind of a long shot."

"My dad's a realtor," she said. "He dreams of selling this house. The bank has a bounty out that anyone that sells it for more than $300 million gets 20% of what is above that."

So there is a reason we shopped for lingerie.

"And is your dad as adorable as you are?" asked Lexie. Yes, she went there. I love the expressions. Shock, surprise, acceptance, lust.

Oh yeah.

"He's pretty attractive," she said, in a careful voice. I admit, Lexie and I laughed.

"It is entirely your call," said Lexie. "But bring him tonight if you have an interest. He can fuck us all. Hell, once you tell us your Top 5, he can fuck them, too."

Now Kimber is staring.

"Do you know his Top 5 list? No overlaps," said Lexie. Lexie fits well into our world.

"Well, I, um," she said. We both laughed.

"Spit it out," said Lexie. Lexie the bold.

"OK," she said.

"Mine is Bob, Hunter, Tomas, Amai, and Carlina," she said.

"Well played," said Lexie. "No overlaps and you're betting they'll bring their significant others."

Kimber laughed.

"Hopeful," she said. "Very hopeful."

"Your dad?" said Lexie. Kimber held up a finger.

"Some overlaps, so I have to go deeper," she said.

"Morgan, Grace, Cassie, other Morgon, Juanita," she said.

"So your dad likes tits and a cock," I said.

"He's interested," said Kimber. "Then again, he lusts for Queen Pari. I messed up. She should be on the list."

"Oh, she'll be there," I said. "So will Amy and probably Rylee."

We all took a minute to moan.

"We have to pop," I said. "But we need your dad. He's our realtor now."

A little change of direction but come on. Karma led us to meet Kimber. Later we'll meet Kimber.

And you get the difference.

But we still needed to shop for actual clothes.

Next we went to Versace, looking for that perfect dress. Two things were a fail. First, their clothes were wildly overdone. Great on a mannequin but not on a human. Maybe not even on the mannequin. I think I have a decent body but not for their clothes.

"You have a perfect body," said Lexie, with just a hint of lust. A girl appreciates a compliment. I will reward her later.

Repeatedly.

The other problem was the salesperson. Not even naming her. Not wasting a line in the journal. She was rude.

Seriously rude.

Although there was a side benefit. Just as we were getting ready to bail, Arely walked in. Dressed kind of like us. Not us now. Us then. The crop top is nice.

That did not please the salesperson.

Learning that Arely owns Versace now and had the power to fire her also did not please her.

I have never seen that side of Arely. It is a powerful turn on.

I will reward her, too.

Let's do this. Let's skip the rest of the shopping trip. It wasn't very exciting, and the other end of this day is an orgy that now includes Arely and Lewis. I don't really know Lewis yet and I admit their relationship feels unusual.

"Our relationship feels unusual?" said Arely. "Leslie is married to twins. Bob has three wives. Karolina is married to twins that are 7."

Now she's laughing.

"Spend time with him tonight," said Arely. "You'll understand." That last sentence was in a voice that was a bit dreamy.

"Only if it is a threesome with you," I said.

"Oh yeah," said Arely. That gravelly voice we have come to expect in our lives.

We're off to meet with Coby, Kimber's dad, now.

Coby is hot, hot, hot

Kimber politely underrepresented her dad's hotness factor. Coby is smoking hot. Tall, dark, and handsome. Olive skin, with dark hair, muscular but not overly so. I can't comment on his cock.

Yet.

He actually picked us up in front of Prada. Yes, he scoped us out. He didn't give Lexie as much attention. OK, maybe he did. She's not going into the bank.

Her shirt is much more sheer. Think transparent and A cups.

Glorious.

Me, I'm as described. Simple yet expensive skirt, a shirt that is almost opaque. Almost. A very nice pair of Jimmy Choo's. Our last stop was Peter Marco.

The jewelry store.

I went a different route. A tennis bracelet. Diamonds. Two rubies at the clasp. Stunning.

Also a quarter of a million dollars and it looks like it. Then again my earrings are flawless diamonds and close to two carats a piece.

I am rocking my new look.

It didn't hurt to have my tall, dark, and handsome realtor with me. Oh, and his pants are a little too tight. Hanging left with a solid 7-inch (18 cm) cock.

Soft.

I'm liking Dad. OK, Coby.

He suggested that I just smile a lot and he could negotiate. OK, we'll try that. A little misogynistic.

"Listen, I'm sorry that comes across as misogynistic, but this is the banking world and they're pretty much an old boys club," he said. "Happy to let you do it if you prefer. I am comfortable with powerful young women."

"You'll be a lot more comfortable with them later," I said, with a laugh.

OMG.

A 7-inch cock soft translates, in his case, to about an 11-inch (28 cm) cock. Thick. Uncut.

Yes, I can see all that.

"You know I can deep throat that," I said, looking right at his cock.

Which bounced a little.

"You would be the first," he said, with a smile.

I admit I laughed.

"There will not be a single person at the party that can suck you that can't," I said.

"That can suck me?" he said.

"Some will be under 9," I said. "They're for Kimber."

OK, now we're both moaning just as we walked into the bank.

Understandably.

I think the fact that my glorious nipples are just hammering out my blouse is quite effective in my ruse.

Yes, ruse.

"I will reward you for that," thought Bill, to me.

Yay!

I kind of have a thing for Bill. We all know it. Not sure where it is going. Right now it involves a simply massive amount of sex.

Feels like a good approach.

A man in a suit simply ran up to us. He clearly knows Coby. They did this wild handshake thing and then hugged.

And are both hard.

Let's get this deal done so I can invite Thayer to the party.

Have you seen his cock? OK, technically I have only seen the outline. Long and thin.

Perfect.

Coby in the front, Thayer in the back.

Well, I do like DP.

We went into his office.

"I love the subterfuge," said Thayer. "Just enough hint of a nipple for me to convince myself that you're of age."

"I absolutely am of age," I said. Which is the truth. Thayer smiled.

"Yes, you are," said Thayer. "You're also not as anonymous as you think you are. I love your work. I'll bet I've sat in your viewing room and watched a dozen times."

"Was any of that time focusing on my cute little ass?" I asked and Thayer laughed.

"Pretty much all of it," said Thayer, lustfully.

Yes, lustfully.

"So let's get this deal done," I said. "So both of you can fuck Kimber and me."

"Kimber?" squeaked both Coby and Thayer.

Oh, I waited them out. Finally Thayer laughed.

And leaned in for a simply amazing kiss with Coby.

Good for you, boys.

"OK," said Coby. "Let's focus. You know this house is an albatross."

"Yeah," said Thayer. "I have this job because of that house. The last person lost their job over it."

"Understandable," I said. "Even in this housing market they overreached."

"Yeah," said Thayer, with just a touch of sadness. OK, I'm going there.

"Spill it," I said, in a voice that will not be refused. It startled them both. I gave them a moment to imagine me in crotchless faux leather panties, holding a crop.

Well, I did.

"The woman that lost her job didn't deserve it," said Thayer. "It was our boss that did the loan and he forced her to do the paperwork. I can't prove it, but I think he skimmed, too."

That's when my phone beeped. It is on silent, so that beep is meaningful. I pulled it out and unfolded it.

"You know that's pretty cool," said Thayer. I just smiled at him. Right to the edge.

I'm having fun so far.

Ah. His boss has been indicted.

"Your boss has been indicted," I said. Thayer looks surprised.

"I am surprised," said Thayer. "Seems like interesting timing, too."

OK, I laughed. This is a branch.

Of Chase Bank.

Which is when Emory walked in the front door. Oh, we all looked. She's in a diaphanous sun dress and the sun is just at the right angle to basically make it disappear. OMG. Emory has little nipple bumps now.

Her cock has grown, too.

The men are mesmerized. Understandably so. Emory saw us and came and sat in the remaining chair.

"Why am I here?" said Emory. "Other than the obvious that we're arresting the bank manager."

"Pretty much it," I said. "Probably to offer the job to Thayer."

"No," said Thayer. "I appreciate the idea and maybe so, but the person that really deserves the job is Danah."

"I know," said Emory, just as the most stunning woman walked in. Wearing a similar sundress.

Oh, she has a nice cock, too. Very nice. We're pretty much all staring at it right now, which made her laugh.

And get hard.

Yay!

Oh, she's invited to the party, too.

And yes, I bought the house. I kind of had to. The party is at the house.

We're headed to the house now. Just pulled into the driveway. The lawn looks like a used plane lot, including one E-111.

An E-111 holds 100 people. They would have brought the 50-passenger E-101 if that is all they needed.

"There is an airliner in the yard," said Kimber, just so stoically.

"Yes," I said.

"Well played," said Danah. "Just acknowledging the airliner."

"That one happens to belong to Queen Rylee," I said.

There's a lot of moaning going on right now. Given Rylee just walked out the front door holding Pari's hand, the moans continued.

Well, they are naked.

Fuck, they're gorgeous.

"Stop it," said Rylee. "Just stop it. You are one of the most beautiful women at this party."

I guess I appreciated that Coby, Kimber, Thayer, and Danah are just nodding away right now.

It felt like a good time to strip. There was a whirlwind of clothes flying.

Thayer is mesmerized. Given that most of the party just walked out to greet us, the fact that he is locked on Danah is impressive.

"Feels like the time to ask her to marry you," I whispered, into Thayer's ear. He stared at me.

"Good grief," said Pari. "You both love each other. It's obvious. Just fucking admit it. I'll pay for the wedding. You can have it on the Space station."

Now the two of them are just staring at Pari.

A worthy place to stare.

Then they turned to each other.

"Will you marry me?" they both said.

Danah just screamed it.

Now, that's a kiss. Oh. Well, they both just got the first one out of the way.

That's when Kimber pushed them both to the ground and waved for Coby to get down with her.

And cleaned them off.

And kissed it to each other. Once they were clean, Kimber looked at Pari.

Who nodded.

"Will you marry me?" said Kimber, to Coby.

That escalated quickly.

"Well sure," said Coby. "Dream of a lifetime, but you know we can't."

"Sure you can," said Pari. "I declared you citizens of Dionysus."

"Can she do that?" asked Coby, of me.

I admit I laughed.

"You know she's Queen Pari, so I'm going to say yes," I said.

"Two queens at this party," said Kimber, to me.

I motioned for him to look again. As Amy walked up.

"Three queens," he said.

Just as the rest of the immediate royal family walked up.

"I might be a little overwhelmed," said Kimber.

"No need to be," said Rylee. "We're just normal people. Let's all fuck."

"Well, that seems like a good plan," said Kimber.

So we did.

Repeatedly.

In my new house.

Dwain, Jessica, and Bill spent the night.

Oh, I meant in my bed. There are people scattered all over this house.

Whee!

Tomorrow we break out our dom outfits.

My second client!

Mine! All mine!

OK, not exactly, but still. If you recall, my first client was Ava Max. Let's just leave it that her album hit number one for 6 weeks and spun off six top 10 hits, including three that went to number one.

I should mention this is Gina.

On two of the three, I was the featured artist. Yeah baby. Did I mention that Ava hosted Saturday Night Live, and would only do it if I was the co-host and co-musical guest?

Me!

Yes, that deserved another exclamation point. The first two didn't count. Or something like that. I have more artists asking for me to produce than I can possibly do and surprisingly it isn't just women. Now, they all have to understand our culture, even if they don't participate, but it isn't exactly a secret anymore. I don't plan on telling all the stories, but I want to tell one. With permission, of course.

You see, Camila's sister Sofia introduced us. She's a big fan. I am, too! I'm probably being too cryptic, so I'll just say that it was Billie. I'll bet you can figure out her last name. I wanted to go back to the day she arrived in Robertville. I went and picked her up personally. I like to provide that level of service to my clients. Now that I have two and can use the plural. If you're going to pick someone up in a spaceplane, you have to go into space, right? I suppose you don't have to, but if feels a little cruel if you don't, especially on their first ride. I was meeting her at her house, since her parents would have to sign the final paperwork, which I admit, I think is crazy. It doesn't take long to understand how utterly ridiculous that policy is. I'm freaking 14 and I can sign. Hell, I could buy the Eiffel Tower if I wanted.

That would be weird. Then again, the Eiffel Tower has a place in our country's lore.

So anyway, I landed, and I admit I hadn't exactly thought through what I was wearing. It was a beautiful day in Southern California. What do the young girls of Dionysus wear on a beautiful day, if they wear anything at all?

We wear rompers, which tend to be thin, usually without underwear, and always a little small.

As in you can see which way I am hanging and see the nipples on my cute little A cups. Why does that matter? Because Billie's really conscious about body image and wears big sweats. Always. I don't know who has seen her in less clothes, but certainly not in public.

Given I had already dropped the stairs, it was kind of a too little, too late thought to run through my head. I was flying my S-88. Me! Sorry, that one slipped out. Not meaning to show off, but I came home a few weeks ago and my plane was gone, and this was in its place. No matter who I ask that could have done it, all I get is a smile and a shrug. All of them. A smile and a shrug. I think they're all in on it. I picture the S-88 landing and they all stream down the stairs. Of course in my mental image, they're all in matching silver suits with silver turtlenecks and have the expression of a zombie on their faces.

That, my friends, was officially a tangent. The S-88 part. The romper is kind of important. As you can imagine, dropping your S-88 onto the lawn of a house in a suburban neighborhood, even in LA, attracts attention. A lot of people swarmed out of their houses to check it out. Billie and her mom and dad came out, too, and we did the introductions. Her parents were in shorts and T-shirts, but Billie was in sweatpants and a loose sweatshirt.

She must be freaking roasting. A crowd had gathered, and they were all pretty casual, including a few kids in swimsuits that were lacking in excess cloth. Now, that presented a small tangent. Cute kids, some my age. Sexy swimsuits. The hormones of a 14 year old.

I got hard. Really freaking hard.

Want to know when Billie found out I was MtF? Months ago, I'm sure. It is pretty common knowledge.

Nope. She found out right now ago.

And she was mesmerized. She shook out of it when a young woman about my age screamed and ran up.

Wearing the exact same romper. Zara, of course. Which is how we ended up taking a selfie together, with four hard nipples poking out.

Along with one hard cock.

I turned back to Billie. I wasn't sure what to do, so I didn't do anything. I didn't mention it. She didn't mention it.

Until she did.

"So," said Billie. "You have a cock."

I don't think it was a question, but agreement seemed like the appropriate response.

"Yes," I said. "Is that an issue?"

"No," said Billie, quickly. "That would be pretty hypocritical of me, now wouldn't it? My whole persona is how you should appreciate a musical artist for their music, not their body. You're clearly comfortable with your body while I'm not, but the presence of parts on the outside versus parts on the inside doesn't matter, now does it?"

I admit I laughed. Then she looked down and leered. Right at my cock.

"And it appears to be a very nice cock," she added. Which is when we both just lost it laughing.

"Although never having actually seen one, I don't have a lot of comparison," said Billie, still laughing.

Really? At her age she hasn't even seen one? That is so foreign in our world, but more power to her. This was going to be an interesting few weeks.

She would see quite a bit of cock. I needed to be blunt.

"You are aware of our culture, right? Your agent went over that?" I said. Well, her dad is. He was now visibly hard and not really embarrassed about it. You go, Dad.

"Yes," she said. "Of course. I don't have a problem with other people being more comfortable with their bodies. I think. Not having seen an actual penis, I am predicting my reaction more than living it."

"Penises are nice, dear," said her mom. "Without one, you wouldn't be here." It might have been a bit much that her mom pointedly stared at her dad's hard cock, but who am I to judge.

We hung around a bit and let their neighbors wander around in the plane a bit. It is pretty futuristic. The young woman in the matching romper came over.

"Wrestling room mat as a floor and what appears to be some form of self-cleaning system," she said, quietly. "I'll bet your plane trips are fun. Maybe you'll take me for a ride someday. And take me up in the plane, too."

Well, I can recognize a come on.

"I'd love take you on a ride, but you have to be direct," I said.

"I want you to take me into space and fuck me hard," she said. She looked around to see if anyone was looking and did a quick stroke of my cock. Then she got a shocked look on her face.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't ask permission." I leaned over and whispered right in her ear.

"For you I have no boundaries," I said. I'm pretty sure she just rocked through a small orgasm. Hell yes, we exchanged contact info. Olivia. She did mention that I was welcome to bring Kevin, too.

Two cocks in space. I won't even say it.

Billie and I took off and yes, I took her up and into space. She was going to have challenges with the ten-time zone change, so today was just a play day. I took her up to the space station and we had lunch. Bob had actually built up even more of the family apartment, so we ate at the bar in the kitchen. I'd had the restaurant cater it, and the young man that delivered it knocked on the door right after we got there. I'd said that everyone needed to have clothes on, but he took that with a pretty minimalist view, given he was just wearing a white Speedo.

That was a little too thin and a lot too small. He had some of the nicest abs and we could see that he was well-endowed, and he was still soft. He set it all up on the counter for us and left.

"Did he get dressed, such as it was, for me?" asked Billie. "Isn't this a Gamma resort?" I was a little surprised she knew, but I agreed it was.

"I'm not ready for it today, but when I am could we walk through? Is that rude? I don't want to do anything, I just want to, well, watch a little," said Billie.

"Sure," I said. "You wouldn't be a member of Gamma if you didn't like performing in public a bit. It will really push your belief system, though." She kind of thrust back her shoulders and for the first time, I caught a glimpse that there were breasts under that sweatshirt and if my brief impression was correct, they were large breasts. With big nipples. Which appeared to be hard.

Aw shit. She noticed.

"You just got hard," said Billie. "What caused that?" Damn, this girl is naive, but I can help.

"Do you want the honest answer?" I asked. "You might not like it." You could almost see the lightbulb go on.

"You got hard from just seeing the outline of my breasts under a sweatshirt," she said. "I don't know whether to be excited or offended."

"Maybe neither," I said. "I think that's maybe a part you're missing. I didn't see the outline of your breasts and then consciously decide to get hard. It was a purely physiological reaction. I like breasts. That's the way my brain is wired. Then again, you didn't notice, but I got just as hard seeing the waiter in his Speedo."

"Oh, I noticed," she said, laughing. "I admit it affected me a little, too. This has been a very confusing day." We changed the subject and had a pleasant lunch getting to know each other and looking out the giant window at the Earth.

"I'm pretty sure if artists knew that a trip to the space station was part of your contract, every artist on the planet would sign with you," said Billie. She thought about something else for a second.

"Particularly if you let them mingle in the resort," she said. About an octave lower.

"I am very confused," she said, quietly.

"If it gets overwhelming at any point, just say so, and we'll head back to your home," I said. "No one will ever force you to do anything, including creating your next album."

"Well, you are are different. No other producer in the world would let me walk away from that contract," she said, laughing.

"You'll find out we're different," I said, softly. With that, we headed back out to the plane and dropped down at my house. Our house.

Oh yes, we toured the Gamma resort first. She learned things. Lots and lots of things.

We landed at the house and Kevin came out to greet us. We stayed up late, for us, to help with Billie's time zone switch, but just watched a movie and ate popcorn like old friends. Finally Billie stood up.

"This is silly. You have to be exhausted. I'm going to my room and will read a book until I can sleep. I suspect I'll fall right asleep. It's been an amazing day," she said. She headed off to the bedrooms but turned back.

"Have a nice fuck. Feel free to think about my breasts," she said, and then ran out of the room.

Yeah that got me a look from Kevin. It also got him hard. I damn near dragged him into our bedroom.

We weren't quite as tired as we thought.

There wasn't any foreplay. Just a lot of lube. I laid back on the bed, right at the edge, and Kevin slid right in. We started with a bit of a power fuck, then he slowed and made love to me. He leaned over and we kissed as he slid in and out. He timed it well and pulled out and came all over me just as I came all over myself.

Lots of cum. That's when I realized that the door was cracked open, and I think Billie was watching. I couldn't see anything, but I hoped she enjoyed it. We traded positions and repeated what we did and then we were both cum covered.

So we cleaned each other up. After we showered, we dropped into bed and slept well. Great sex does that for you.

Did they know

Still Gina, here. We came out for breakfast and were both a little more dressed. Nice shorts and polo shirts that were a little thicker and a little looser. We walked into the kitchen and Billie was already there, having some cereal. We grabbed bowls and milk and sat down.

"Did you get a nice rest?" asked Kevin.

"Oh yeah," she said. "So did you know?"

"I didn't, but Gina told me after," said Kevin. "She did. It doesn't bother us. You could have come in and watched if you want. We both have cocks, so it isn't exactly what you'd experience. Not putting any pressure on, but if you wanted to understand the mechanics, we could have a friend come over and we could demonstrate."

"Let me think about it," said Billie. "Maybe. Probably."

And we let it drop.

Just helping out

Gina texted me this morning and asked me if I could spend the day at the studio with her and Billie. She thought it might make her feel more comfortable. I'm a big fan and had never met her, so of course I agreed. Orlando was going to be Gina's assistant producer, so I got to be an assistant or something, right? We got to the studio at the same time and got out of our respective cars. Oh, this is Grace.

Billie screamed, which didn't surprise me that much. Not only is Orlando famous, but he s also gorgeous. He's in modest khaki shorts and a white T-shirt and has never looked more gorgeous.

And then Billie came up to me, not Orlando.

"I am such a huge fan of yours," said Billie. "I'm Billie. Would you be on one of my songs?" She stuck her hand out to me. Heck yes, I shook it, and she does have a nice firm handshake.

"I'm in," I said, which got a little squeal. She did introduce herself to Orlando, and clearly knew who he was. I'm pretty confident she appreciated the view and somehow I suspected she was feeling some hormonal rushes that were new to her. I think she was a little overwhelmed, so I did what I knew would calm her.

No, not that. Come on.

I got her singing. We had a small backup band we would use, and the only other person was PJ, the sound engineer, who is super nice. She took a break and looked at me.

"You're all wearing such nice clothes and are all covered up. Somehow I expected a little more revealing and a lot more skin," she said, kind of hesitantly. I decided this was my place.

"Billie, here's the deal," I said. "You're not comfortable with your body yet. Maybe you never will be. Maybe you are, and you're caught up in this persona. We don't care. We don't. Your body, your choices. We felt like you would be more comfortable in an environment you were used to, so yes, we have clothes on. My last album was recorded in this studio. It took seven weeks. There was not a day in that time that we had clothes on. Not me, not Orlando, not any of the crew. Naked. We're comfortable with that. We're comfortable with more than that."

Billie stared at me and then looked around the room. Gina. Orlando.

PJ. She got stuck on PJ. PJ is a big guy.

"Sure, get stuck on the fat guy," he said, somberly.

Billie looked horrified. Then PJ started laughing and walked over.

"I'm not offended. I moved here from LA. Born and raised. I understand what your normal is. But I'm also the perfect example of our culture and why I have been truly blessed to be here, in so many ways," said PJ. "But let's focus on one. Appearance. I'm fat. I know it. In LA, I was completely ostracized, particularly since I weighed almost a hundred pounds more, but we'll come back to that. Here I am accepted, and it is incredible. You know this is a very sexual society and chubby old me is having just as much fun as anyone else. In LA, I was brutalized by strangers. Here I am encouraged, welcomed, and appreciated for all of me.

"I've also lost over a hundred pounds and will lose more. Without the pressure, it has been possible to do it, and I know that sounds weird. In the end, you just need to be you. Just know that everyone you meet, and I mean everyone, is here to help and support you in any way that we can. You want to talk, just say the word. If I was going to pick one person to have a heart-to-heart talk with, it would be Bob. He has been simply an incredible force for me. Sorry, I didn't mean to lecture, and I think it came out that way."

"I've never felt more comfortable in my life, but I am still uncomfortable," said Billie.

"That makes complete sense to all of us," said Orlando. "Everyone in this room had to relearn all their thinking about their bodies, and sex, and relationships and how they all work together."

"How do they all work together?" asked Billie. "You're married but fuck around and you're married to Grace and Valeria. How could that even work?"

"Because sex and love are not the same thing," I said. "They're not. We love to have sex, so we have a lot of it. It's fun and pleasurable and more than anything else, you get to make someone else feel pleasure. Everyone feels that way. It's not about you, it's about the people you're with. They feel the same way, so you get to feel amazing, too. It doesn't diminish my love for Orlando when I fuck Kevin or Gina. It strengthens it. You see, the best sex is with people you love. Sometimes with them, sometimes not."

"You said people, not person," said Billie. I admit I laughed.

"You caught that distinction," I said. "I'll be honest, if you were comfortable and ready, we'd start each day with a bit of an orgy. We find it is relaxing and sets the tone."

"What if I told you I was comfortable and wanted to do that," asked Billie.

"Then we would all say no," said PJ. "That's not right. We'd say not yet, which is different. Because you're not ready. You know it and we know it and no one in this entire country would do anything until you were. Listen, it is pretty clear you have no experience, and that's fine, but for your first time, you need a whisperer."

Well, that was going to lead to some questions.

"What is a whisperer?" asked Billie.

See?

So Orlando, the original whisperer, explained. Including that he is the original whisperer.

"And you're OK with that?" asked Billie. I laughed.

"He whispered to me," I said. Well, that's interesting. Billie moaned.

"And when I'm ready, and I'm not saying I am, you'd be OK if Orlando was my first," said Billie.

"Yes, I would be, but no you shouldn't," I said. "He's grown too much to be your first."

Billie looked at Orlando, who is almost 6'3" now.

"How does his height matter?" asked Billie.

"It doesn't," I said. "That's not the part I am referring to."

It took her a minute, but her eyebrows went up and she moaned again.

"My parents would completely freak out about all of this," said Billie.

"No, they wouldn't," I said. "You're 17. You wouldn't be here without your parents signing a form that gave you permission to make your own decisions under our rules. They don't know if you will, but they have said that you could. Now, it wasn't really required, since you're an adult here at 13, but we thought it was a good choice."

"My parents did that?" said Billie, clearly confused.

"They've also agreed you could attend our schools, if you choose to," said Gina.

Billie sat down in a chair.

"This is all very confusing. My body and my heart want to do so much, but I'm scared," said Billie. "I don't know how to get over that."

"Let's play some music and avoid the issue for now," said Gina.

"That's a good idea, but I have a suggestion," I said. "Let's have a girls' night out and you can talk about anything. I'll pick a half dozen more girls that you'll like and can ask anything."

"Anything?" said Billie.

"Honey," I said. "Anything. You want to see two girls in a 69? Done. You want to see one of us fuck the other with a strap-on, also done. You just want to talk about music, that's cool, too. Then again, Gina is one of the girls I'm inviting, so you could see her fuck me."

We all moaned.

Sweatshirt or not, we could all tell her nipples were hard.

Girls' night

Still Grace, here. I might have been a little younger, but I completely understand Billie's situation. I was just as confused. Thank God I met Orlando. Even if he did stalk me a little. Yes, I'm laughing.

So Gina and I are in, so to speak. For the girls' night. I invited Leslie and Hallie, Morgan and Sophia, and Amy and Pari. Three couples, two of whom are in trios. One with Hunter and one with Bob. Then I added Ruby, Amara, Carlina, and Tegan. Then for good measure, I included Nylah, Jessica, and Karolina.

It is a hell of a group.

Morgan suggested we invite Amai, too.

What a wonderful suggestion. I explained everything to all the people I invited. Clearly they're all supportive.

We're going to a show at the casino and then dinner in their nicest restaurant. I got us a big suite, so we're going to have a sleepover.

Of course I arranged s'more fixins'. Did you doubt me? We actually started in the hotel suite, to do the introductions where it was quiet. I think it might have overwhelmed Billie, but she was handling it well. We were all just hanging around, cocktail party style. I was standing with Nylah and Karolina when Billie walked up holding a glass of water. Karolina and Nylah both had a nice IPA.

"I suppose I could start with the fact you're both drinking beers, but that doesn't seem that unusual, now does it? Haven't I seen you perform on the pier?" said Billie. "You're amazing. Would you be on my album?"

"Oh, I know who you mean. We do look a lot alike, but I'm from Cleveland," said Karolina, with a bright smile.

Billie looked really confused.

"And you're both named Karolina?" said Billie. "Yeah, I'm not buying it. I am curious how you went from Santa Monica to Eros."

"I'm married to Nylah and her twin brother, Colby," said Karolina. Billie looked confused, then looked at Nylah.

"Does she mean you?" said Billie.

"Sure," said Karolina. "We're a hell of a trio. You're even young enough to experience all of us. Once you turn 18, Nylah and Colby will be off limits for a bit. Not me, of course."

"Of course," said Billie, clearly confused. Karolina looked at me.

"No one explained?" asked Karolina.

"Not yet," I said, so Karolina did, just as Amy walked up and stood between Karolina and Nylah, hugging them both.

"Are they bullshitting you with the story that they're married, along with her twin brother?" asked Amy and Billie nodded.

"Good," said Amy. "It was an amazing wedding."

"Hi," said Amai. "I know we all exchanged names, but I thought I'd share that I'm the Chief Mental Health officer for the kingdom, so if you need someone trained just to talk to, I'm your girl."

And yes, Billie could see that Amai is special.

Oh, I hope this heads into a direction where Amai uses that on me.

Off to the casino

Still Grace. My story to narrate now, I suppose. We're off to dinner at the casino, then a show. Oh shit.

"Billie," I said. "Come here." She walked over to me, holding an IPA. A good one.

"Nice choice," I said, nodding at the beer.

"My first," said Billie. "Not sure how I feel about it yet."

"Don't rush it," I said. She nodded and put it on an end table.

"That's mostly what your life is, isn't it? Making choices that are reasonable ones and that you're comfortable with," said Billie. "Kind of a golden rule vibe."

"Not just a vibe," I said. "We literally live the golden rule. Have fun. Be nice. Be safe. Treat each other well. Take care of each other."

"When we checked in, I noticed that Ruby knew everyone's name. Does she work here?" asked Billie, and I admit, I laughed.

"No," I said. "But she's stayed here before. When you meet Ruby, you become Ruby's friend. She'll learn a little about you, and she'll remember it, and she'll always remember your name. I guarantee she has filed away a few interesting things from the conversations you've had. You'll likely also get a birthday card from her."

Billie looked a little surprised.

"Ruby owns things and runs things," I said. "She owns and runs Target and Costco. She owns Inditex, so Zara and other lines. In fact, your hoodie is Soto, isn't it?"

Billie just nodded.

"Ruby just bought it. Soto is her Chief Designer now for her hip-hop lines," I said.

"Soto works for Ruby," said Billie. I just nodded.

"That little girl," said Billie.

OK, that made me laugh. Ruby won't mind.

"Ruby is more mature than you think. She is the most sexual person on the planet, bar none," I said, just as Carlina walked up. I forgot Carlina and Tegan were here!

"Hey," said Carlina. "You really think she is more sexual than me?"

"Yeah," I said. "But you're top 10-ish."

"Ish?" said Carlina.

"Bob, Amy, Orlando, Leslie, do I need to go on?" I said. "Pari." By now she was laughing.

"Ish," she said, with a smile, and walked away.

"That little girl, Carlina, is that sexual," said Billie and I laughed again.

"Oh yeah," I said. I didn't count on a smoker's voice, but that's what came out.

"She's also 10, so if you need a demonstration of that 69, we'd be happy to do it," I said. A little forward, but Billie's moan spoke volumes.

Mine might have, too. Come on. Carlina.

My own darn post

My name is Billie. Yes, I get to post here. Yes, they let me read the entire journal. Yes, I asked a lot of questions about masturbation.

The journal, right?

We're going to dinner, and this is one hell of a fun group. I mean seriously so. You know how in every group there is a slightly obnoxious person that is all about themselves?

Not here. Literally no one I have ever met. From Jessica to Amy, they're amazing. All have offered to help me. Every single one. Now I realize what they mean everything from someone to talk to, to a shoulder to cry on, to someone to fuck, and I appreciate it. I do. I'm not quite ready, but, well, soon.

Very soon. Jessica is simply hilarious. She is perhaps the deepest person I have ever met. At 5.

Right now we're going to spend time at the pool before dinner. Grace had a heart to heart with me that pools here did not require any swimsuits and the odds were high that a lot of people would be publicly fucking and some of them would be as young as 7.

Then she explained exceptions and lowered that age.

Wow.

I think that got driven home about 10 seconds into being at the pool when Jessica was just getting pounded by the most adorable young man. Yeah, I watched. Jessica even narrated.

It was quite helpful.

We mostly played in the pool, and I was the only one in a suit. A modest one-piece. Not one person commented on it at all. It just was.

We've been here about an hour and I'm ready. No, not quite for that.

For taking off my suit. I stood up and pulled the straps to the side and let it drop to the ground.

Which somehow got me one hell of a hug from Ruby.

Most powerful orgasm I have ever had in my life. Then again, the rest have all been at my own hand, if you get my drift. That was the only reference to my nudity. We played volleyball in the pool, swam laps, and even played in the splash park. Naked people everywhere. No one stared at me. Some looked, but it seems like looking without being creepy is OK.

I kind of liked it.

Finally Amy stood up on a lounge and whistled.

That was ear piercing.

"OK, to our group," said Amy. "Back up to the suite."

About half our group laughed.

"Why was that funny?" I asked, of Karolina, who happened to be standing next to me.

And is freaking gorgeous naked. I watched her get fucked, too. By the pool boy.

Who has a simply huge penis.

I liked it.

"Because that's the first time most of us have heard that whistle and it wasn't followed by her declaring a gangbang," said Karolina.

"A gangbang?" I said. "Oh. Oh my God."

"Yeah," said Karolina. "They're great fun."

"You mean when Amy calls one," I said.

"Sure," said Karolina. "But a hell of a lot more fun for me when I do."

"You've called a gangbang," I said. This young girl.

Who just laughed. So did Nylah, who just walked up.

"Hell," said Nylah. "I called one last night. I was disappointed when I wore out all the cock. Barely reached triple digits."

That was a bad time to take a big drink. I spit it all out all over Nylah. I don't know what the hell I was thinking. I grabbed and towel and started vigorously rubbing it all over Nylah.

I realized what the hell I was doing when she started vibrating. I know my look was shock when I stood up. Nylah and Karolina laughed.

"Thanks," said Nylah. "That was fun. Always an open invitation."

I think Nylah just suggested we could do more. Now they're both laughing.

"For you I have no boundaries," said both of them. Then Nylah just shouted the word jinx.

Holy mother, that was a kiss. It involved fingers in the, well, front and back, too.

"I have so got to try that," I said, softly.

"Happy to help," they both said. This time Karolina said it and I think they both passed out briefly.

I won't go through dinner and the show, although they were spectacular. I am going to jump past that.

To the evening I lost my virginity.

To Luke.

It was amazing. Then again, so was Gina.

Hey, I was curious.

The album hit number one the first week.

I should mention that Luke was amazing, and I understand the concept of a whisperer better now. He was patient and understanding and a simply amazing teacher. It was so easy to look past his age. Heck, I just thought he was small. I'd already met his wife and knew he had a child.

A fantastic first time.

SNL

OK, one more story. I'm more comfortable with my body now. A lot more comfortable. We're about a month out from the album dropping and I'm hosting Saturday Night Live. With Gina.

Of course.

I won't narrate it all, because overall it was a pretty typical episode.

Except for the rompers. Gina and I came out together and did a joint monologue. OK, that's not a monologue, but whatever it was.

We were wearing matching rompers.

Small, tight rompers.

Highest rated episode ever.

Apparently being on TV excites Gina.

She was visibly hard. For the entire episode.

And in my bed later.

Best producer ever.

I can't imagine ever working with anyone else. I am also almost 18, so my world is going to change. Gina also took me to look at a house before I left. Next door to Camila. Halsey's house is on the other side. I don't think their production studio is that profitable, at least if they give all their artists houses, like they did me.

Whee!

When do I get in the journal?

Jeez, all the way at the end of the journal entry. What a way to have your story debut in the journal.

I'm in the journal!

Sorry, but I'll bet newbies use too many exclamation points.

So, my story.

I'm Billie's neighbor. If you remember, which you probably don't, Gina and I were wearing the same romper the first time that she picked up Billie. My name is Olivia. She promised me a ride in space, and I suggested she bring Kevin.

Oh, she did. She also brought their friend Nan.

Oh. My. God. That tiny little body and the things she did.

I learned a lot.

Not the least of which is that sex is fun and glorious.

I already knew that a bit. You see, I live next door to Cy. I have since we were born.

We're really good friends.

Did I mention he is with us today?

Two innies. Three outies. I don't even begrudge Nan's innie.

Nan is fun.

We spent the weekend on the space station. The limitation on outies was no longer a problem.

Particularly given we got to meet Bob. Gina even warned me before my time with Bob that I needed to temper my future expectations. Apparently while sex with my soulmate will be transcendent, it will never match my experience with Bob.

I compared them side by side. Literally.

Then Cy did the same. Apparently he enjoys getting fucked in the ass. Oh, I mean Cy. Then again, apparently I mean Bob, too.

It was sexy as hell.

Just a little story about spending time on a space station fucking.

Livin' the dream.

Moon commanders

Chris, here. I'm not sure why, but I was thinking about the two astronauts that Morgan and I saved. That felt like so long ago. So much had changed. That was before Dionysus even existed. Can you believe that? We flit around in all our spaceplanes and spend weekends on the moon now. Back then there were a total of two spaceplanes in the world.

And then there was one. That was simply insane. I fucking space walked! I was a kid. I still am a kid but kind of a different kid. That makes sense to me and probably does to you, too.

So I used my connections to find out where they were right now. Being a former part of the US administration had its perks. Oh, I didn't do anything wrong. I never would. It turned out they were based in DC! Well, that was handy. If only I knew someone that owned a house in the DC area.

Oh yeah. Me.

I sent them both an email and invited them to lunch. I think it kind of surprised them. After all, their exposure to me was as a kid. I suspect the email address from the office of the US President might have confused them. Yes, we get to keep our email address. CHayden@. They couldn't even support chris.hayden@. Very old school. Then I texted Morgan to join us. We agreed on one of my favorite restaurants L'Auberge Chez Francois. It's a small French place near our house. OK, being near our house was based on my hope. You know what hope. Hey, they were cute.

Morgan and I both landed in the courtyard of our house which we all still find hilarious. When I got out of the plane who should be standing there but Davis and Amai. Morgan and I both screamed. She beat me to jumping in Davis' arms but I'm little, so I jumped in Amai's. It's crazy but we don't see Amai enough either! We didn't have time to do much more than hug right now, but Morgan and I decided on the spot to spend the night. Even if the astronauts wouldn't fuck us, Davis and Amai would.

Hopefully in addition to as opposed to instead of. Did that sentence make sense?

Morgan and I went down into the garage. What to drive, what to drive. We didn't know if they'd have a car or would Uber and since we were hoping to have our way with them we needed something with four seats.

It was a beautiful day, so we also wanted a convertible. Those two requirements didn't actually narrow the choices down completely. Oh, Dad bought something new. There was a Bentley GT convertible in British Racing Green in the garage. We hopped in the car, and I drove. Why let the accomplished race driver drive when you can let the 16-year-old? We got to the restaurant just as they arrived in an Uber. Perfect timing and a good car choice. Hopefully. They both stood there just staring at the car. They clearly noticed I was driving, too. I think we startled them a little because we both went in for the hug. We're huggers. Our whole family hugs. We like hugs. Do you think other former presidents hug? They should. I'll bet GW and Michelle hug. I love that they're BFFs.

Back to now. I am pretty sure they liked what they saw, too. I hugged Mitch first, then Darin and they were both hard. I take that as a nice compliment. I think they were a little concerned that they were but I took the opportunity to grind them both discretely. I knew Morgan did, too. I knew. Hell, you knew, didn't you?

I took Darin's hand and Morgan took Mitch's and we led them into the restaurant.

"Miss Chris!" shouted the host. Yeah, that got a look from Darin and Mitch. Then I got a hug from him, too.

Yep. Hard.

OK I admit I'd done him in the back room of the restaurant. He was sexy AF.

Surely these guys knew I was president and Morgan was a cabinet secretary. Right? They didn't live under a rock, right?

He led us to our table, which was a quiet booth in the back. I slid in with Darin and Morgan slid in with Mitch. We seemed to have paired up, but I wanted them both and I knew Morgan did, too. Something about strong astronauts, right? We had the nicest lunch and laughed a lot. They were really nice guys and around thirty so not that old for us. Certainly not for Morgan. Heck, she's legal everywhere and smoking hot. I admit I was a little handsy with Darin. On his leg. Touching his arm. Accidentally brushing his cock. I know, not appropriate, but once I realized he was hard I couldn't resist.

I was really crossing the line and finally realized it. Time to chat.

"So, boys," I said. "We've been crossing the line and I apologize. It wasn't appropriate without permission." They both assured us it was fine, but Darin did come right out and commented on my age.

"Yeah, we get it," said Morgan. "Do you know much about Dionysus?"

Well, I can't comment on Mitch, but Darin's cock bounced. I would have to say the answer was yes. Particularly when they both moaned.

"The rumors are true?" asked Mitch. "We really don't know much. We just heard about Dionysus."

Really? That's weird.

"Well, we don't know what the rumors say," said Morgan. "But they're probably not the truth. The truth is likely much wilder and much more fun. Much."

"Did you know that we have a consulate nearby?" I asked. Both moaned again. I think they knew what it being a consulate meant. Mitch took the lead.

"Can I be blunt?" asked Mitch. We both hit him with a smile and nodded.

"Darin and I have both fantasized about the two of you ever since you rescued us," said Mitch. "We knew it was wrong but you're such powerful young women and you did save our lives."

There was something under there. What was it? I was catching a vibe but couldn't...Oh, got it.

"Can I be blunt, too?" I asked and they both smiled and nodded.

"We appreciate that you did. We would love to take you back to the consulate, which also happens to be a very nice house," I said. "You should take that exactly how it was meant, and I am sure you do. But may I ask a direct question?"

They both nodded again.

"If you are aware of each other's fantasies, which means you are likely closer than many men," I said. "If I am reading that right, we both find that extremely sexy. We like men that are comfortable with each other, and I mean that in every way imaginable."

Well, Darin's cock not only jumped, but I could also see he was leaking precum.

"Ready to leave?" asked Morgan. Yeah they groaned again but before we stood up, Mitch replied.

"It appears you're reading the situation correctly," said Mitch. Darin looked a little stricken. I put my hand directly on his cock.

"All secrets are safe with us," I said. "We will show you how close sisters can be, too." Yeah, more moans.

We got up to leave and Mitch asked about the bill. I explained that they would put it on my account with a generous tip. Yes, we ate there that often.

Oh, and I own the restaurant. Hey, I liked it. I didn't feel the need to share that little tidbit with them. It did mean my being handsy wasn't actually illegal. We wouldn't want the former President arrested.

When we got out front my car was right there. I would have expected that even if I didn't own the restaurant. Morgan climbed in the back with Mitch and Darin got in front with me. As we pulled out, he asked the obligatory questions about my driving.

"Do you know what I do for a living?" I asked. He just shook his head no. How in the fuck?

"Have you been underground for the last two years?" I asked.

"Yes," they both said together. Mitch got jinx out first and Darin moaned. Oh good.

"You can pay that back later," said Morgan. "We want to watch. And help." Yep, more moans.

"We were a part of a long-term living experiment. We have been underground, in seclusion, for the two years. We got out this morning. We haven't even been debriefed. No contact with the outside world," said Darin. "Our hope is to colonize the moon and eventually Mars."

Oh boy. This was going to be embarrassing.

"A lot has happened," said Morgan. "A lot has happened. The president and the entire leadership were kidnapped for almost four months. The Secretary of State, who was new to the role, became President during that time."

"Wow," said Darin. "We had no idea. Who is President now?"

"Kyrsten," said Morgan. "She was rescued."

"Who was the temporary President?" asked Darin.

"I was," I said. They both laughed.

"Holy fuck," said Darin. "You're serious. Wow."

I'd hold off on the colonized the Moon and Mars thing for a bit.

"I'm retired now," I said.

"Well sure," said Darin. "After being President and all." That did get a laugh from us all. The conversation wound down when we got to the house and drove down into the garage. All of that was confusing enough but Dad had bought a lot of nice cars. The original cars I bought had mostly been moved somewhere else. I never exactly knew where or how. Except for the R8. It was still here. I won't go through all the cars except that one of the Ferrari 250s was here. Oh, and a Miura. Heck, Dad had those everywhere. I think he owned almost every one now.

I guess I should mention the Porsche 962. The update to the 917.

But it was in the living room, not the garage.

Dad.

Morgan led us into the house and straight down the hall to the master bedroom. My house, remember? My master. By the time she hit the door, she didn't have anything on. Neither did I. The men were not nearly as good at stripping and walking. Of course, we had a lot more practice. It was a thing, you know?

They had managed to get their shirts off. We led them to the bed and had them sit. We got down and took off their shoes and socks. Then we pulled off everything else. Everything.

Then we each took a cock in our mouths. Morgan pulled off long enough to say something.

"You two are welcome to make out," she said. "Have either of you cum today? We don't want to waste one." Oh, they both blushed.

Morgan laughed and stood up. My God, she is gorgeous. She waved them up on the bed and we crawled up and settled down on their cocks. Their nice thick hard cocks. We took their hands and showed them where they went. One on our nipples. One on our clit.

They were quick studies. We were going over repeatedly when Darin couldn't take it anymore and filled me up. That just meant Mitch did the same. We rolled off and explained cleanup. Oh, they were good with that and got bonus points for switching.

Mitch had a pretty talented tongue. I could tell by her moans that Darin did, too.

They got even more points for kissing the cum...

to each other.

These were really fun guys.

We spent another two hours in that bed. Yep. Used them up.

We ended up having dinner in the kitchen. Naked.

Then we introduced them to Amai and Davis. That's an entirely different story.

Used them up, too. Two for me, and one each for Morgan, Darin, and Mitch. Don't know why I got two. Don't care. Liked it.

In the big bed together

Morgan, here. That was great fun. And yes, we all woke up in the big bed together. All six of us. We made them save themselves though. We told them we were meeting our significant others and wanted to introduce them.

That got nice cock bounces. I suspected Sophia would surprise them a bit.

But not as much as where we met them. We just told them we needed to fly there. We didn't tell them where there was. Can you guess yet? If you thought I meant the space station then you were halfway there.

I meant the moon. Astronauts, right? We hopped in Chris' F-81. Darin got the co-pilot's seat and I sat with Mitch on the jump seat. He got a little handsy. I didn't mind. He had skilled hands and I have D cups now; you know? D cups in a camisole. A tight, thin camisole. Hell, I would have groped me.

Chris took us up. And up. And up. Until we floated against our seatbelts. Darin let out a whoop. I could understand that. Chris had ideas and picked a spot to hover. Yeah, the spaceplanes could hover in place now. It was a handy feature when we want to fuck. It is not like we were blocking traffic. OK, maybe a little, but our planes know how to avoid each other.

She led the way back into the passenger pod. And stripped.

Oh, we showed them how the socks worked. This time I got Darin and Chris got Mitch.

Squish squish. We went back into the cockpit and never before was it more properly named. The men were still naked. Chris and I were in just our panties. You know, leaks would be a problem.

Chris took off fast and told the men we were almost there. Oh, she hadn't put us on hover. She'd put us on autopilot. How handy. It finally dawned on them when they looked out the windshield. And saw the moon. Close. Close enough you could see the base.

Chris landed and the men looked a little freaked. After all, they were naked. Chris turned on the gravity, which made it easier. She and I picked up our clothes and headed to the airlock.

"You're not getting dressed?" asked Darin.

"Why?" said Chris. "We'd just have to take them right back off. We usually don't wear clothes here. Well, mostly anywhere." We opened the airlock and Sophia, Noah, Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie were all there to greet us. Oh, Grace, Orlando, and Valeria walked into the room, too.

Yay! All naked, too.

Did I mention that Darin and Mitch got hard? Come on, you would too with that group of naked people. Orlando raised his eyebrows, looking at me, and I just nodded.

"Oh good," he said. Yeah, good.

We led the way into the master mostly because of the view. Sure. The view.

Used up everyone.

By the time we were done we were famished. On East Coast time it was lunch, but the moon ran on GMT, so it was dinner. You kind of had to pick a time zone for your moon base, right? I led the way out of our module and down the hall to the restaurant. We'd explained the concept of Gamma to them. Kind of had to if we were going to leave our module. Did I mention we were all still naked?

So was everyone in the restaurant. Everyone. Including the staff.

Gamma on the moon is fun.

Hot damn. Julia and Jesse were here, too! I asked them why they hadn't joined us and apparently no one knew they were there.

"Oh, we just got here a few minutes ago," said Julia. "There were a few issues I needed to deal with on short notice. The hosts are great, but they can't fix everything. We really need to find a couple that would move here. Maybe it could be a yearlong rotation or something like that. We'd build them their own habitat."

I just turned and looked at Darin and Mitch. Their eyes got big.

"Us? You're thinking of us?" asked Mitch. I just gave him a killer smile. Oops, maybe too big of a smile because he got hard. A young girl at the next table noticed and walked over to him.

"Excuse me for interrupting, but I'm kind of blunt," she said to Mitch. "I like what I see. Would you like to fuck me?" Mitch's facial expressions were all over the map.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm 9 years old. My name is Xima." A couple that were clearly her parents were still sitting at their table. It was clear they were proud of Xima for asking.

"I would like that very much," said Mitch. Xima took his hand and led him away.

"Does that help you see the benefits of the job?" I asked, of Darin. He gave me a smile just as a young boy came up to him.

"I am Xima's brother, Esteve," he said. "I'm 11 years old." A very fine 11 years old he is.

"Would you like to go join your friend and my sister with me?" he asked. "I am an excellent fuck, both top and bottom."

Yeah, we lost Darin at that point.

Couldn't say I blamed him. We were forced to make do with our entire family.

And their parents Jana and Goncal. Oh boy. Jana is truly gorgeous. Medium height, thin, and no breasts. I mean that literally. Just nipples. If she wasn't adult height you would think she was a preteen. Or younger. She was incredible. Goncal is tall, thin, and has the nicest 7-inch (18 cm) thin cock.

They are both very oral. Very, very oral.

And so much more.

Somehow the four of us ended up in bed again. OK, Noah and Sophia were with us, too. The six of us.

We let the three boys waste one on each other.

At least we did cleanup.

"So NASA let us stay underground even though they knew you were on the moon. Are you on Mars, too?" asked Mitch.

"Not a resort, but a colony, yes," said Leslie.

"Of course you are," said Darin.

"OK," said Chris. "Quick showers everyone. Don't bother with clothes." Yeah, everyone except Darin and Mitch thought that was funny. Clothes. Ha!

I ended up with Mitch, but it really was just a shower, and we all came out and were standing in the living room.

"Who's going?" I asked. I knew what was going on.

"Us four," said Chris. "Plus Sophia and Noah."

Oh yeah.

We headed out and onto an S-88. They're more, well, sensual. They are! We pulled back from the dock, just a bit, and then jumped.

And bad da bing, ba da boom, we are on Priapus.

This is going to take some explanation. Somehow the fact that Nan had won a Nobel prize they knew. Oh yeah. Before they went underground.

I do like that the atmosphere of Priapus is restorative to men.

I like it a lot.

Then there was that other benefit.

Whee!

What the hell

They let us stay underground. For years. For no purpose.

Arrogance.

We were studying the effects based on the assumption that getting to the moon and Mars was hazardous, expensive, time-consuming, and rare.

We popped over to Priapus in an instant.

Priapus was fun in oh so many ways.

We got to meet so many fun people.

Bob and Amy. With Pari and Rylee.

Ruby and her quad.

Carlina and her quad.

You get the idea.

Fifty times, a short break, and fifty more.

We might be a little tired.

Whee!

Still pissed.

I think I love Mitch.

I know I love Mitch.

This is Darin.

Yes, we love the idea of a year on the moon. Leslie said she would arrange it and we could keep our US Air Force commissions. Then she called the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs. From the moon. Shared the idea. He thought it was great.

It took about 45 seconds.

Leslie was naked and bouncing on my cock at the time.

"That seemed easy," I said. "From the moon."

"It would have worked on Priapus," said Leslie. "And Joe is an old friend."

"I'll bet not as good a friend as I am right now," I said.

"Not something I would share, now is it, even if he is," said Leslie.

"Point taken," I said, although that last word had a lot of sylabbles because I just unloaded into her.

How handy that Hallie is here to cleanup.

Very handy.

Our modules were just installed.

This is going to be great fun.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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