30 June 2019

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A spectacular photo shoot

Mia here. After all the discussion of ages and more in Dionysus, Amy approached me about doing a photoshoot series. She was of the mind that if we did a nice artistic series, it could help. She suggested we do the royal family. That included all of her kids, Juanita and her family, Morgan's extended family, and a few others. I wondered if they would all agree.

They did. We organized it with rooms, thinking the gallery, if we did it, could be organized that way. Maybe.

In Room 1, we started off with what could have been a magazine shoot. Fully clothed. Individual shots. Groups. Anyone together that wanted to be. These could all have been published in a kid's magazine. Pure and proper, but pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. We were structuring it as a series of rooms, from the bland, which is what I described, to the, um, not bland. We were not sure how far we would go in a public exhibition, but we had fun making it. The centerpiece of the room was the family portrait of the royal family. Not the extended family. Bob and Amy, the four oldest, Luke, Bill, and Jessica. All seven kids. Wow.

Room 2 was swimsuits, from the boring one-piece and board shorts to the risqué banana hammock and string bikini. All the girls, from Jessica to Julia, did a topless shoot with just bikini bottoms. Would that be more scandalous than Juanita and Amai in a tight one-piece? A tight one-piece? Some places, yes. Some places, no. It was interesting. Carlina, or even Elena, without a top was a meh moment, as adorable as they both were. Elena did have a little nipple puffiness. I wonder if that was different than Carlina, who didn't. OK, I didn't sell that. They were spectacular and sensual, if you looked into their eyes. OK, and maybe their nipples. Right after I shot them, I had them split screen on the large monitor in my office. I took Bob's lead and sat on the couch and masturbated. Just me, by myself, rubbing one off to Carlina and Elena. I told them the story and they both laughed and offered to recreate the shoot as a play, so I could have live actresses when I masturbated.

Oh yeah, we did that. I couldn't touch Carlina, but I could watch. She sat cross-legged in front of me and we both stroked ourselves to huge orgasms. Then Elena took the brunt of my passion, since I could touch her. Oh, don't worry, it was all consensual, and freaking unbelievable. We spent at least 45 minutes in a 69. She was truly beautiful especially when I opened her developing flower. Then I dove in and just wouldn't stop.

Luke, Jessica, and Bill were in a fantastic shot together in this room. It truly showed their love and how Luke's life had turned around. It was the first in the series in that shoot. Some had to be in Room 9. You'll see.

Amy, and Julia, and, oh my God, Sophia, have actual breasts. My shot of Sophia, just leaning against the retaining wall, with the beach and the Mediterranean in the background, was downright breathtaking. I put her there again, with Elena sitting on the wall, with both of them laughing and it was even better. My favorite shot of them all was the two of them at that wall, but it was not in Room 2.

Room 3 was the diaphanous room. You know the material. Incredibly thin, basically completely see-thru, but still a covering. We did everyone in this material, from actual clothes, like panties and men's style under wear, to just basically small rectangles of the material. I made all these, and I have to say, they were good work. Everyone was so damn sexy, particularly Ruby. She is truly a stunning beauty, and those dark nipples showed through. Even if young girls didn't interest you, they would once you saw her photos. Seriously.

Room 4 was artistic nudity. A little soft focus. Nice poses. Nothing graphic. You could see all of them, but nothing that could be called lewd. Oh, you saw vaginas and penises, but not aroused. Just there.

Much of Rooms 2, 3, and 4 were done at the beach. The shots of just people having fun in the water and in the sand, nude, were simply amazing. All ages. No one doing anything sexual. Just enjoying themselves and they happened to be naked. We were nudists and the whole world knew, so we were good so far.

Room 5 was like room 4, in that it was artistic nudity, but excited nudity. The penises were hard. The nipples were hard, on boys and girls. The lips were blood filled and engorged, and in some cases the clit peaked out. There might be precum, or for the girls and women, a sheen of excitement.

Room 6 upped the ante a bit to masturbation. Yep, playing with yourself. Nipple squeezes. Fingering. Jacking off. All by yourself. There was cum involved.

Room 7, can you believe we're up to room 7? Room 7 was room 6, except a partner was touching you. Stroking you. Fingering you. Sucking on your nipples. Maybe a finger or two in your ass. This was all done within generations. Older with older, younger with younger. For example, Gabe with Carlina. Luca with Tegan. Elena with Ruby. Oh yeah, I went there. Orlando with Tomas. Yeah, I went there too. Billy with Amy was hot. So was Morgan and Sophia, of course. Bob and Amy's shots were simply incredible. We added Amai to Bob and Amy. Luna to Blake and Alison. Juanita with Tom and Jess. The shot of Tomas and Orlando standing, facing each other, with their cocks still in their hands was classic. The fact that they were both covered with what was clearly the other person's cum was incredible.

Room 8 was the same as 7, but graphic. Fucking. Sucking. Increasingly graphic. Anal sex. Women with women. Men with Men. Threesomes. Foursomes. Outright orgies. Graphic as shit. We managed to make some of them just graphic, but most of them were surprisingly artistic. The loved showed through.

Room 9, the last room, was just for us. Intergenerational. Ruby with Billy. Elena with Amai. Every possible combination and combinations. You get it. We did versions of both Room 7, which was gentle and sensual, and Room 8, which was not. Bob fucking Gabe. Blake fucking Maite. Amy and Sophia. The one thing we didn't do was incest. That was too far for damn near everyone. Not us, but you get the idea. Gabe, Carlina, Luca, and Elena was incredible. So was Tavi with Amara.

We did these as studio shots, then we did more as outdoor shots. By the pool. On the beach. Out on boats. Some wonderful shots of nude waverunning. Everywhere you can imagine. I had thousands of shots, and spent weeks working my way through them to come up with the ones that if we decided to do something with it.

Then Orlando made a suggestion. He suggested a showing at a gallery, in Paris. We'd actually set it up as rooms. We'd start the show with Rooms 1, 2 and 3. 3 was risqué, but not in Paris. Not at all. We could see what the reaction was.

I'd get a freaking Paris show. We had a spirited discussion of which gallery. Orlando had a surprisingly prolific knowledge of galleries in Paris. He just grinned when I asked about it.

"I like Paris. I like art. I know every room in the Louvre, but I like more than that. So, I explore small galleries," he said. "It's great fun."

I'll bet it is. After quietly listening to our discussion, Ruby finally jumped in.

"This is stupid," said Ruby, "Why are we discussing other people's galleries? Mia, go lease the space and open a damn gallery. Don't give credit to someone else for finding you. Don't start with just these. I've seen your work. You have thousands of shots that are gallery worthy and I don't mean the stuff that pushes things. Put a huge variety up for your first show and stop with the rooms. Just sprinkle shots from the first three rooms around the gallery. You'll be a huge hit."

"Ruby, that would cost a fortune," I said. That's when the entire room started laughing. Yeah, I still wasn't used to this.

"I'll go with you," said Orlando. "I know all the districts and where the best locations would be. I know a few publicists in Paris too that work in the gallery world. We'll interview a few. No, scratch that, if you trust me, I know the perfect person. You'll love her and yes, I do mean in that way." That got another laugh.

"What? You're cheating on me?" said Grace, in her most demanding voice. Yep, another round of laughter. Then the discussion turned into something more fun. We weren't in the mood for s'mores, since we'd done that last night.

Whipped cream. That was fun too.

Great fun.

Off to Paris

So, we were off to Paris. We took my F-81, because we could. We landed on the new apartment. The new apartment. Oh shit, why do we need a gallery? The second floor hadn't even started. No, not the one with all the shared things. That's the first floor in Paris. The first floor is above the ground floor. We Americans get confused.

The second floor, which is the third floor. Oh shit. You know what I mean. What if we took a bit of the lobby of the club, carved it off, and built a new entrance with an escalator to the second floor. Then we could have 60,000 square foot gallery. One big open space. Our building was in the heart of the gallery district. Mia could have a permanent exhibit and other parts of the floor could be up and coming artists.

We needed a gallery director. Oh, wait, I guess I should walk through the idea with Mia first.

"Mia, I have the perfect location and it's in this building. We can have a private entrance with an escalator to the gallery. It's perfect. This building is the right location and you'll never find this big a space and it is completely empty right now. Let's go down and see it," I said. She just smiled and we got onto the elevator and went down to two. The tear out and clean up was complete and it was just one huge open space, with concrete floors and an open ceiling that showed all the duct work. They'd ripped out most of the walls to the brick. Yes, brick. This was a historic building that had been "modernized" with crappy walls. Chloe was restoring it to its original glory.

This was fucking perfect for a gallery. Just the right ambiance. Listen to me. Ambiance.

"What part of the floor would we use? Could we use the corner with the Eiffel tower view?" asked Mia. Yeah, still not quite used to it, was she?

"Mia. This is the gallery. The entire floor," I said. She just looked at me like I was insane.

"You're insane," she said. See? "This floor is worth a fortune. The rent would be huge. We can't do that!"

"Mia, there isn't any rent," I said. "We own the entire building. We'll build you a nice apartment one floor up and build a stairway right to your apartment. In fact, you'll need a gallery director, so we'll build one for them too. It's perfect. Just perfect. It will be the most amazing gallery in town. You can use maybe half the space for your rotating exhibit and still have room for at least a dozen smaller galleries for up and coming artists. You'll revolutionize the Paris art scene. I know exactly what we're calling it too." She was still dazed. Finally, my last sentence sunk in.

"What would we call it?" she said.

"Mia's," I said. "Just Mia's."

I pulled out my phone and texted Chloe and asked if she could talk. She called me right back and I explained what I wanted. She got it immediately.

"Oh, that's awesome. Just awesome. All you need is two staircases to the floor above and an entrance and escalators from the ground floor. Piece of cake. Two weeks, tops. The Paris authorities love me right now," said Chloe. "Long story, but you saved this building and you aren't even fighting the taxes. In fact, the floor above is done. It already has two apartments. The elevator takes you to the doorways. The one with the better view is bigger. That should be Mia's. Your master RFID will open the doors right up. One for Mia and one for the gallery director. Oh, oh. I know the perfect person. Just perfect. You'll simply love him. LOVE him. He's an assistant director at the Louvre. He'd give his right testicle for this job, but don't make him do that, because his equipment is quite fun. For everyone. I'll text him and see if he can meet you for dinner."

Wow. Progress. Fast progress. I even had a first cut at Mia's opening exhibit on my laptop. We'd been working on it for a while. Not the new shots, but her entire portfolio. We can go with that, and sprinkle in the new stuff as a surprise. Chloe texted me back in minutes that Morell would meet us at the Thai place at 1900. How convenient. On the ground floor. I liked this.

We had some time to kill and Mia had never been to Paris, so we went on a nice walk. We saw the Eiffel Tower and so much around it. We'd do the Louvre tomorrow. We had counted on this taking a lot longer. We got back in time to get cleaned up but found ourselves with extra time.

First, I thought we should check out her new apartment. It was pretty fucking amazing. 35,000 square feet in an apartment with a view. Huge master, with windows to the floor. Wonderful kitchen and great room. Very open floor plan. Mia kept say no, no, no.

Then she said yes, yes, yes.

You have to christen a new apartment. You want details? Just a little.

Remember, Mia is simply stunning. She is thin, but fit, with gorgeous, suckable B cup breasts. Since this was her new home, I really felt like she should get the attention. I nibbled on her neck and ears. Kissed her eyebrows and spent enough time on her nipples to get her off for the first time.

She has sensitive nipples.

I worked my way down and teased her, over and over, then finally sucked on her clit. She exploded. Simply exploded. Mid-orgasm she growled at me.

"Fuck me," she growled. "Hard."

So, I did. Three times.

Our fourth time we made love. I do love Mia. There's no confusion there. Grace is my soulmate, but Mia...

Meeting Morell

"A pleasure to meet you, your royal highness," he said. Yeah, Mia couldn't stop laughing. At least she got kisses on the cheek.

"Sorry, very sorry," said Mia. "I've known him a long time and this royal shit is new to me. Trust me, he's just Orlando." We got a look at him and damn. Tall, dark, thin, and handsome. A little feminine but in a good way, if that makes sense. More beautiful than handsome.

We were going to enjoy Morell.

We had a wonderful dinner full of wine, good food, and laughter. After dinner, we took him up to the gallery, and explained the changes. He kept muttering it's so big. I walked through the compensation package, since we have a pretty standard one, and he just kept staring like I'd told him it included a penguin. When I told him it also included an apartment in the building, he startled me.

He kissed me. Smack on the lips.

I kissed him back. You would have too.

He was giddy with excitement, so it seemed like a good time to show him the apartment. I think he might have fainted briefly.

"This is included. This apartment. All of this apartment. This is the biggest apartment I have ever seen," he said.

So, we showed him our family's apartment. Chloe couldn't resist and it was actually the top two floors.

120,000 square feet.

It was nice. Very nice. We went through the can but don't have to and he wanted to. Mia suggested we christen his new apartment.

So, we did.

She understood what I had done earlier, and we made Morell the focus of our attention. We kept bringing him to the edge, together, with our tongues. When he just couldn't take it anymore, Mia held his cock towards me.

I can deepthroat. He came faster than I expected, so much of it went right down my throat, but I saved enough for a sensual kiss with Morell and one with Mia. That got him hard again. Mia slid up and on and I offered my cock to him.

He was eager. I came incredibly hard, given how many time I already had today and aimed it all right at the juncture where their bodies met. That sent them both right over. Mia slipped off but waved off cleanup. For now. She worked to get him hard again.

For me. I didn't think I could cum again, but when I felt him filling my ass, I let loose and fired a surprising load. Mia was sucking on his nipple at the time, so she took the brunt of it.

We spent another half hour on cleanup. We ended up in the jacuzzi discussing next steps. I still think most business meetings should be held in a jacuzzi, with wine, after passionate sex.

Most of ours are.

We'd found our gallery director. He put in his notice and they let him leave immediately, on good terms. He even arranged an incredible behind the scenes tour of the Louvre for us. It was going to be good to have a positive relationship with the Louvre. Mia and I decided to stay and jump right into the design of the space and the creation of her first exhibit. I pointed out she needed production equipment here as well and that it made sense to build at least a small studio. Rather than steal space from the gallery, we used space in her apartment. We rearranged and built her a huge office/production studio and then outfitted a half dozen bedrooms as theme studios, including a regular studio. You know. Boring. We had a 35,000 square foot apartment to work with.

So, we had fun raiding the stores in Paris for equipment. We basically duplicated her setup at home, from the Red video cameras, to Canon digital cameras, to Epson large format printers. Why learn something different? Then we got to work on production. We hired two contractors to mount the prints as we made them. The contractors were fun, so we mounted them too. Hee hee. Grace came too and was our savior. She did whatever needed to be done. We went with simple glass over prints, so it was a fast process. We printed everything from smaller 16x20 to a massive print that was 100 x 60. Yes, over 8 feet tall and 5 feet wide. Of what you ask?

Sophia, topless, leaning against the wall. Elena was sitting on the wall, beside her, cross-legged. They were both laughing. It was simply an amazing shot showing the joy of mother and daughter, or two siblings. Both applied to these two.

Oh, and Elena was naked. Visibly so. Remember, she was sitting cross-legged.

It's titled Mother-daughter time.

What was most amazing was that you really didn't see that she was naked, or that Sophia was topless. It was just what they were, at that moment of joy. Sophia and her mini-me. Now the big question was, where does this print get displayed? We finally decided to open with it, so to speak. When you rode up the elevator, it was going to be at the top. You'd see it all the way up the ride.

It was innocent and erotic.

It was going to define the show.

It wasn't the only nudity in the exhibit. It wasn't a dominate theme, but it was expressed throughout the chosen prints. Mostly beach shots, but not all of them. There is a simply incredible shot, with Ruby riding on Juanita's shoulders. You can see Ruby's legs, but don't know if she has anything on, but you can see pretty high up her thighs, so you suspect. You can see her nipples, her puffies, so you know she's topless.

Juanita is nude. Just standing there with a kid on her shoulders nude. Both smiling into the camera. Standing on the boardwalk, near the beach, with the Mediterranean in the background. It's wonderful. The title is simply Two sisters.

Another shot is a tryptic. You know, three related pictures in a row. The first is Nan. You see she has her life jacket on. The angle is from the side, slightly from the back, so you see her cute little butt. Her cute little naked butt. There are ropes going up and out of the frame. The second shot is back a bit, and you see the parasail above her. The final shot is all the way back. You see the boat. You see the rope. You see a speck that is Nan. It is really clear she is up high. Really high. Hundreds of feet high. In the first shot, her face is set with determination. In the second shot, she's laughing and loving it. She is fearless. That's what it is titled. Fearless.

My other favorite shot, though, printed large, but not giant, was back to the simple white room shots we loved. Ruby is lying on her back, and Carlina is lying across her at the diagonal. They're both grinning and clearly having fun. They're angled a little, but their feet are pointed towards the camera and the shot is from a little above, but from their feet. Why is all this geometry important?

Because they're naked. Not graphically on display, well, maybe a little. Their pussies are wide open. See a little inside open. Ruby is pretty developed now too, with nice puffies and a pretty flower. Carlina is not. Ruby has rich copper skin. Carlina is white. The contrasts are amazing, and it is clear they're friends.

The close observer would also notice that they're excited. As in just had an orgasm excited. Blood filled lips, and I don't mean on their face. Erect nipples. Moist. Almost no one would notice or recognize that, unless they'd seen someone that age in that state.

It was not innocent and it was erotic. It would define the show too.

It was titled Friends helping friends. If you didn't get it before, the title might get you there.

The picture with Sophia and Elena was at the edge, but this one went over it.

Our discussions about including all the prints were fairly heated. Morell was all in for all of them. He loved them. I'm pretty confident he also wanted to fuck everyone in them. Mia was leaning towards the print with Sophia, but not towards the print with Ruby.

I was the most adamant. I wanted them both. Push the envelope. Hard.

But in the end, it really wasn't our call, was it? So, we had some guests come visit. The models and their significant others.

Sophia came with Morgan, of course. And Elena.

Ruby came with Tomas, Amara, and Tavi, and, of course, Juanita. No one else was as important.

Carlina came with Gabe, Luca, and Tegan. Nan came with them.

By the time they came up, the escalator was installed and the first attempt at laying out Mia's first exhibit was done. It was a cool space, and we'd added short walls to create a flow and have a surface to mount the photos, although a lot were on easels too. We rode up together, the entire giant group, with Tavi holding Amara in his arms. Oh, there was an elevator, but she wanted the experience. Tavi treated her as if she was weightless, which to him, she probably was. We'd positioned her scooter at the top.

Once they got to the top, we all stood around the print of Sophia and Elena. I expected at least a little concern or reticence, but there was none. Absolutely none. They both simply loved it and easily agreed it should stay where it was. I even pointed out to Elena that she was pretty exposed.

"So? I have a beautiful pussy," she said. Yes, she sure does.

We meandered through the exhibit and everyone was enthralled. Such amazing work across so many genres. From portraits, to landscapes, to still lifes, to more abstract photos. We got to the photo of Nan and she started laughing.

"You can see my butt," she said. "I do have a cute butt." Which she proceeded to wiggle. Yeah, most of the men got hard.

Around another corner was the photo with Juanita and Ruby. They'd seen it before, of course, but not in the gallery. Juanita looked uncomfortable. Mia beat me to it.

"Juanita, there is no pressure for this to be in the exhibit. I love it and so does Orlando, but we would never, ever, include anything that the model was not absolutely OK with. This can be a private photo, just for you, or I can destroy it permanently, including deleting the photo," said Mia. "That applies to you too Ruby. It applies to all of you."

"Well, I can't make Juanita's decision, but I love it. Just love it. I remember the day too. We had such a wonderful time, playing in the water, riding the waverunners, just being two sisters together," said Ruby. "We need to do that more often."

"Yes, we do," said Juanita, quietly. We all waited, patiently, as she thought about it.

"Keep it in," said Juanita. "I'm embarrassed by it, but I can get past that. My initial reaction was fear, but how can I be honest and overcome fear if I am not part of the solution? Keep it in."

We pushed her a little to be sure, and she dug her heals. Ruby and Gabe both gave her huge hugs. Mia did too.

"We love you Juanita," I said. That actually got a cheer from the group, which made her blush.

We weren't done. I knew what was around the next corner and so did Mia and Grace. We positioned, subtly, Ruby and Carlina at the front of the pack. We turned the corner and there they were. I said large, but not as large, but it was pretty huge. 60x48. 5 feet by 4 feet. It was electric. Almost 3D it was so vivid. The entire group stopped in their tracks and no one said a word. There was silence for a long time. We all waited for their reaction.

"I fucking love it," said Ruby. "We've never looked better."

"Me too," added Carlina. "I know it will be controversial, but fuck'em. We're both smoking hot, powerful young women. If they can't handle it, go the fuck home."

The rest of the group reacted too. They applauded. Raucously.

"We have our show," declared Mia.

"No, you don't," said Gabe. "I know almost every shot you have. There are two you didn't include that you absolutely must. I'm in one of them." He described the shots and I knew which ones he meant. We all went upstairs and into the production studio. There was a huge 8K monitor on the wall and Mia brought them up for us to review.

The first was a shot of Luca and Gabe, wrestling, nude. If you recall the classic starting position for wrestling, there is one person on all fours on the bottom, and the other beside them on their knees, with an arm around the person on the bottom. The shot was from the side, at a slight angle. You're picturing it. Now picture it with Gabe on the bottom and Luca on the top.

Naked.

And hard. Rock hard. You can see Gabe's cock clearly, dangling down. Luca's cock is trapped between their bodies, pointed up, peeking out over Gabe. The detail most would miss is you can see Gabe's ass clearly. That's not the detail. The detail is there is just a small drop of moisture. It could have been from being rimmed, or a drop of cum, but it was there.

Oh, that got a lot of discussion. Luca and Gabe were the most vocal that it should be included. And it was.

The next one was Tegan and Leslie. Younger and older, although not that much older. Little and big. That's not the controversial part. You don't see much of them, certainly not their faces. Their legs are straight up in the air. What you see is their pussies. Tegan's mostly unformed one and Leslie's glorious shaved one. It's sexy and graphic, with an odd innocence. I knew what picture Gabe meant when he suggested it. It is a favorite. I admit I've jacked off to it.

"I have one more I think you should use. It's Amara and me," said Tavi. Amara squealed a bit.

"Oh God, I love the picture," said Amara. She described it and I knew it immediately. Same white room. Amara is in her wheelchair, quite naked and looking spectacular. Not the scooter, a simple wheelchair. Tavi is standing beside her, holding her hand. They're both just glowing. You can tell they're a couple and proud of it. Tavi is naked too, and halfway between soft and hard. You know what I mean. Just happy. It's not erotic, except it is. It shows a loving, committed couple.

It's spectacular. I can't believe we didn't include it.

That one was in, but the one with Leslie and Tegan?

"I think you should use it," said Leslie. "I have a half dozen others I'd suggest of just about everyone. My favorite we might not be able to use. My suggestion is to build a wall with an open door at the end of the exhibit. Have a path around the room, and a path in the room, and clear disclaimers that the photos are explicit and might be disturbing. One of the points was getting this out there. There is one that is my absolute favorite."

"What picture?" asked Grace.

"Interesting that you asked," said Leslie. She went over to the computer and found it and put it on the big monitor.

Oh. That picture. Shit, are you serious Leslie? I actually heard Grace moan and she squeezed my hand.

Yeah. That picture.

It's Grace and me, leaning back against the white wall. We're next to each other and holding hands. Yes, we're naked, but it isn't graphic at all. Our legs are together, so you don't see much of her, and while you can see my cock, it's soft. We're smiling into the camera and clearly happy. Joyfully happy. It shows in our smiles, our body language, and our eyes. We're a couple with a future.

It's simple, artistic, and beautiful. Nothing inappropriate, as long as you're comfortable with nudity.

So, what makes it controversial?

>From just above her belly button, to across her left nipple, there is one stream of cum. Yes, cum.

Clearly cum.

You had to really look to see it, but once you saw it, you didn't forget it.

Cum.

The funny thing is that it wasn't my cum. It was Luca's. We knew that, but no one else did.

"Hey, I'm in that picture too," said Luca. Well, I guess they did now. Everyone looked at him and finally the light bulb went on for Ruby and she laughed.

"I guess you are Luca," she said. Everyone finally got it.

"You have to use it," said Grace. "It shows my love for Orlando, Luca's cum notwithstanding. Use it."

We had a spirited conversation that it could absolutely kill her career.

"Let's make it less controversial," said Grace. "Let's announce our marriage before the show opens."

I'm pretty sure that was the final answer, Alex. Did we not write a chapter about our wedding? I'll catch that up soon, I hope. Yes, married. Just quietly. Not anymore.

Opening night

Mia here. Opening night of my first show was tomorrow. It was a charity event, to benefit Hayden International, but you probably predicted that. We'd argued over pricing, and Morell and Orlando won. The prices were stratospheric. I didn't like it, but they said we had to start there, particularly for charity. None of the shots with nudity were offered for sale. Maybe they would be someday, but not immediately. I was pretty sure there would be a lot of people that would have wanted to mount them on the wall right in front of their couch or at the foot of their bed. You know why. Think about it.

Orlando and Grace's wedding announcement had less controversy than they expected. Given Gabe and Carlina had already married and the debate was in the past, our lives were normalizing a bit. Damn near every musical artist tweeted congratulations, including people like Paul McCartney and the one that made us all laugh, Keith Richards. That dude just being alive is beyond belief.

We had two preview nights. The first was for the extended family and all the apartments in the building were filled up. Hundreds of people came. All our family and friends. We didn't even have wild orgy, like you would expect. We saw so many people we hadn't seen in so long and I met so many more. I spent the entire evening embarrassed from the praise. What shocked me was the reaction to the prints we thought were controversial.

Everyone loved them. All of them. Grace's Mom stood with me in front of her picture and just gushed. I even made sure she saw the cum. Her reaction? She loved it. Then I explained it was Luca's cum. She laughed. Boisterously.

Well OK then.

The second night was open for critics. Just critics. We wanted there to be something in the media the morning of the show. I was terrified. It was risky. If the critics hammered me with bad reviews, I was done. Just done. We spent the entire morning of the show reading everything we could.

It was incredible. Simply incredible. They loved it. They talked about some of the prints being mildly controversial. Mildly. They talked about how the visuals easily overcame the controversy.

The local paper Le Monde published the photo of Sophia and Elena, with our permission.

On the front page. Not of the arts section. Of the paper. Unedited. Yep.

I couldn't believe the headline.

New artist explodes on the scene.

Under that picture was my picture. Me! Standing next to the photo of Orlando and Grace. It's slightly blurred in the background, but you can see they're nude, just not the cum.

We were simply flooded with more requests for tickets, so we opened up more showings. The real opening was tonight, Friday night, but we added shows on Saturday and Sunday, both afternoon and evening. The gallery would formally open Monday, but by appointment, for now.

Tonight was limited to 500 people, which would barely dent the space. The fact that we had virtually every model in attendance was a draw.

I'm guessing Ruby was going to collect some phone numbers. Hell, we all were. Orlando forced me, ok encouraged me, to add one more print. I didn't make it very big, but I did agree. It's of me, which is why I didn't like it. I'm on a lounge, on the 475, wearing tankini bottoms, but topless. I have a glass of wine in my hand and I'm laughing. On the table next to me is my camera. It really does capture me. It's the only photo in the show that I didn't take, and the description card acknowledges that it was Orlando. I do have nice breasts. The fact that the nipples are erect and bright pink is a testament to Orlando's oral skills, administered moments before the shot. I was a little surprised they weren't still wet.

My trade for including it was that the next show would be his.

Oh, did I mention that we had a small stage for musical entertainment too? Off and on through the night, various people performed. Grace and Orlando, of course. Camilla. Taylor. Sean Mendes. Ed Sheeran. All our friends came and damn near all of them did a song. They promised to come all weekend.

It was apparently the event of the season. Yes, that term was thrown around a lot.

For my fucking show.

Wow.

I had to laugh, because Taylor and Camila came up to give me a hard time that they weren't included.

"Seriously? You can't possibly want to be associated with some of these photos," I said.

"Are you kidding?" said Taylor. "I'd be honored."

"Me too," said Camila. "You're an incredible photographer." Yeah, sure. I thought I'd fuck with them though.

"OK, but you have to agree to a photo in the private room. Of you together," I said. Like they'd do that.

They looked at each other and turned back to me.

"OK," they said, in unison. What? Say what? I pushed them on it.

"Let's see what happens with Grace, but I'd bet that by Monday, her sales will simply skyrocket," said Taylor.

She was right. Grace's last album jumped to number one and stayed there for 11 weeks. Oops, ahead of myself.

The show of the season

Orlando here. It WAS the show of the season and the season had just started. They talked about the venue, which was nice, but they gushed about Mia.

Deservedly so. She would never share this, but I will. I loved this from Le Monde.

A new artist blew onto the scene last night and it was quite a hurricane. This critic has never seen such a breadth of subject from a single artist. From portraits, to still life, to landscapes, to abstracts, young Mia's work was off-the-charts spectacular. Any theme would have made a show, but to include them all was unprecedented. Part of that was because of her gallery. Almost 7,000 square meters, and yes, you read that right, the meandering walk through her work was stunning. From one masterpiece to the next at a frenzied pace to make sure you took everything in. Oh, and yes, I don't use the word masterpiece lightly.

But the defining works of the night were in the last room, which came complete with a disclaimer. If you were too timid to enter the room, then you missed some of the most amazing photos I have ever seen. Mia just blew away accepted norms and focused on a subject formerly considered taboo. The young body.

Consider it taboo no more. The artistry in which she showed the genuine joy of her models, who happened to be nude, just jumped out at you. The show was truly defined by the first photo and the last. The first is printed on our front page. Read that again. Our front page. Two models, with a back story you wouldn't believe. Siblings at birth. Lost their mother when the older sister was 18. She adopted her then 13 and 9-year-old brother and sister. The sister became the mother, and from speaking to all three, a spectacular mother she has been. Young Sophia brings to mind the other Italian Sophia, but much more beautiful and yes, that's what I said. Her doppelganger is her sister, no her daughter, at just 12. Yes, Sophia is topless, and yes, Elena is nude, but that is alright in the world. They are truly beautiful, and it is their smiles that leap from the image. Did I mention that Elena is a doctor? A medical doctor. The senior attending at the leading hospital in Athens. At 12. I did a little investigative work, being the curious scribe I am, and the entire staff simply love her.

At 12. She personally owns the hospital too. At 12. Sorry, I can't seem to get over that. I met so many simply spectacular people at the event. Ruby, who owns Inditex and runs Costco and Target has her PhD. That's not surprising until you realize she is 12 also and her PhD is from New York University. I met Nan and Tegan, who shared the Nobel prize in Physics last year. Nan was 4. 4! Tegan was 7. The Nobel prize. I will say that Tegan insisted that it was Nan that won, and she should not have been included. They got into what was clearly a familiar argument, with Nan insisting Tegan deserved it. I could tell a dozen more stories like this and I probably will in a future article.

Powerful young women

Remember that phrase, although I met plenty of powerful young men too. Such as the king, Bob, who is 26 and Amy, who is the queen at 24. You get a sense that things are just different in Dionysus. Imagine that.

The bookend to the photo with Sophia and Elena is a couple. A recently married, very famous, young musical couple. If you don't know to whom I refer, you've lived under a rock. A big rock. They're leaning against a white wall, holding hands, smiling the smile of young lovers. Yes, yes, they're nude. Yes, it is beautiful. Simply beautiful. It took a keen eye to see the small white streak across her stomach and breast and yes, with your imagination you can figure out what that was. Rather than being sexual, it was sensual.

It was amazing.

Now, I've described the book ends, but in the middle, there were two iconic photos, that sadly, I cannot reprint here, but you must, you simply must, go see them.

The first was two very famous young women that we all know just by their first names. Ruby and Carlina. Carlina and Ruby. All you had to do is read that and you knew who I meant. Two of the most famous young women of today, and the rest are a part of this very extended family. I won't take your joy away by spoiling the picture but encourage you to go see it.

The second is simply breathtaking in its simplicity. The back story is spectacular and at the end of my article is a link to a story in an American newspaper. I warn you; the story is not for the faint of heart. It's tragic and it is violent, but the photo in the exhibit shows today. A totally different today for the sisters in the photo. Ruby again, but with her sister Juanita. Ruby is on Juanita's shoulders. They're both naked, at the beach, smiling into the camera. It's innocent, completely innocent and it just leaps off the easel that they are clearly so joyfully happy together. I won't tell you why it is iconic. Read the article in the link, and remember they are both naked, and you'll understand.

The gallery will be open for limited showings for now. The events tonight and all weekend are entirely sold out. They're for charity, for the Hayden International, led by Chris Hayden. No, that's not right. It's led by her sister Morgan, another strong young woman you know just by her first name. Chris can't run the charity right now because, at age 14, she is the UN ambassador for the United States and yes, you read that right too.

This extended family, not all by blood, but by a stronger bond than that, is amazing.

Mia should consider herself as strongly deserving a place in that family.

I showed it to Mia. She sat down on the floor and cried. Grace and I sat on the floor with her and cried too. So did her Dad, Andres.

"My family," was all she said.

I'll end this journal entry here. One of my favorites, and there are a lot of favorites.

Oh, one last thing. I made Mia give me her passport. I had to give her a new one that reflected she was Countess Mia.

I can't believe I had not done that before.

She cried again. We all did.

The Berlin waitress

Ruby here. I was on my way to lunch in Berlin. Yeah, just me. Going to Berlin. For lunch.

Oh, you wonder why. You'll have to go back a few chapters to when I first met Kina. Remember? Daughter of asexual parents? Oh, she's a doll, but I met them all in Berlin and we went out to a nice dinner. Oh, I rocked my LBD that night. The waitress seemed interested, given she wrote her name and number on the receipt. Her name was Gretchen. Such a cute name for truly a beautiful woman. She was tall, blonde, and fit, with smaller A cup breasts. Oh, I liked small breasts. And big breasts. And just nipples.

OK, I liked pretty much everything.

Anyway, Gretchen and I had been texting back and forth a lot and talked on the phone some. She was great fun and I liked her. It was silly I hadn't made it back to Berlin yet, but today was the day. We hadn't directly addressed the sexual tension, but there was a lot of innuendo. Unless something insane happened, we were going at it after lunch.

Now I didn't want her to get in trouble, so we were meeting at one of the campus restaurants and I'd signed up Bob's house, which was on the campus. You know, consulate property. Yep, how handy was that. Now you have them mental image of us in a 69, didn't you?

Well I did, so if you don't, you need to catch up.

There was one other nice safe place for us to go at it too. In space. Maybe not today. I didn't want to freak her out. I said I'd meet her at the restaurant. It was a really nice one. We didn't do food cheap at our schools. This one happened to be Thai. Yeah, of course you know who owned all the campus Thai places. Right?

I landed behind the house and grabbed a cart. Yes, everywhere in our world had carts, although there were heavy duty four-wheel drive carts. Oh, it never really snowed much in Berlin, but we liked to be prepared. It was cold AF, so I wore a nice coat. The fact that I even owned a nice coat... OK, that's not fair. I was in full-blown Zara girls. Oh, I'd branched out. To other Inditex brands. But I kept coming back to Zara. They were gorgeous well-made clothes at an affordable price. Just my kind of thing. I was in a cute pleated shirt with a knit top and a cool lined trench coat.

I dressed up OK. Although I never wore makeup. At one of the fashion shoots they tried to get me to wear makeup. I kept saying no but they finally convinced me to try it. They got me all made up and then agreed with me and washed it all off. I have nice skin, what can I say.

As I got to the restaurant, I was so excited. I felt like I knew Gretchen so well. I wanted to get to know Gretchen better. I walked in and saw her. She jumped up and squealed. I took that as a good sign. I particularly took it as a good sign when she hugged me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. She led me back to the table holding my hand and when we sat down, she didn't let go. She was even better looking than I remembered. I had to laugh, because I recognized the outfit. She was in Zara girls too.

"I love your outfit," I said.

"Yours too. This is all Zara girls," she said. "I love their clothes. Wait, you're in Zara too, right?"

"Yep," I said. "I love their clothes too."

"I read recently that they had a new owner," said Gretchen. "I hope they don't screw things up."

"I'm confident that the new owner understands the brand and will leave them alone to continue their success," I said. I got a quizzical look, but we moved on. The funny thing is we had never really talked about anything specific, so our conversation was kind of first date talk.

"So how is school going?" she said. I knew that was a leading question to figuring out my age but rolled with it. OK, I was fucking with her a bit.

"Oh, I'm out of school. I graduated last month," I said. There was that quizzical look again.

"Graduated from what? Where?" said Gretchen. I wasn't helping her out.

"My PhD in Mechanical Engineering," I said. "From NYU." Oh, her eyebrows were popping up and down at speed. Then she laughed.

"Well I clearly misjudged your age," said Gretchen. "Which is fantastic because I'm hoping to seduce you after lunch." Oh, she got the big Ruby smile. Which got me a little moan in return. My smiles are powerful. I admit I was tempted to hit her with one of my mind-bending mental orgasms but that didn't seem fair. We only did them with permission. We felt like anything else was wrong. We had learned. I still felt bad about the lawn guy who I made cum but in my defense, I never thought it would freaking work. We didn't even do it to each other for fun without asking first. Oh, and back to the lawn guy. The next week I invited him in for a Ruby fuck. With permission of course. That kind of became a thing. Mow the lawn, fuck Ruby. Back on track Ruby.

"Oh, and I am fully prepared to let you seduce me and know we will have incredible fun," I said. "But I need to lay some cards on the table." She kind of frowned.

"Do you know much about Dionysus?" I asked. Oh, that got the happy face again.

"Only the rumors that I sure hope are true," she said.

"Did you know that this entire school is on Dionysus property?" I asked. Oh, she was quick. She figured it out in a heartbeat.

"The laws of Dionysus apply. You are a prodigy but are underage. We still get to fuck," she said.

"Well, not sure about the prodigy part, but that pretty much sums it up," I said. "Want to get our food to go?" Yeah, that got a moan from her.

"Where would we go?" she asked.

"Trust me, I've got it covered," I said. With that I signaled the waiter and asked for our food to go. I got a bit of a leer from him. This was one of our schools. He knew exactly what was about to happen.

"Damn, he's cute," she said. "Too bad we can't take him with us. It would be fun to add a cock to our fun." When he brought the check back, I asked his name.

"I'm Josef," he said, with the cutest damn smile.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked. He smiled really big.

"Of course," he said.

"Would you be interested in taking a couple hours and having wild sex with both of us?" I said. "I can arrange it with your boss." Oh, that got a big grin from Josef and Gretchen.

"How could I turn that down?" he said.

"Just go tell your boss and use my name," I said. "Come back when you're ready." He went off to do just that.

"I have so many questions. How does he know who you are? How can you arrange that with his boss? How can you just ask him to fuck? How did he just agree?" she said.

"All in time. There he is now. Let's go fuck," I said. I got up and the two of them followed me out to the cart. We took off towards the house.

"Did you just come here to fuck?" asked Gretchen. "That's OK if you did, but Athens to Berlin is a long flight." Josef snorted. Of course, he did.

"No, of course not," I said. "I came because you're my friend and I wanted to get to know you better, in person." That made her smile. She has a nice smile.

"And to fuck," I added, to laughter from the both.

"Why did you snort when I said it was a long flight?" asked Gretchen, of Josef. Just then we turned the corner and Josef gasped.

"That's the king's house," he said. Yeah, I laughed this time.

"Yep," I said. I parked in front and led them in. If they had any doubts of my intentions it was probably cleared up when I headed towards the bedroom, dropping clothes as I went. They did keep up though because by the time we got into the bedroom, we were all naked. Gretchen was just as beautiful as I expected, and Josef was too. Tall, thin, lithe, with an impressive 8-inch (20 cm) thick uncut cock.

We were going to have some fun. I went into director mode. Are you surprised? First, I had Gretchen lay back and I gave Josef a clinic on how to please a woman. He was eager to learn. I would demonstrate then he would try it and Gretchen would coach him about the difference.

When she wasn't cumming. Which was a lot. I taught him the full Orlando. Finally, he slid up and in and Gretchen went over again. It seemed like a nice time to, well, sit on her face. Which I did.

She was pretty damn good at it. We'd discussed where Josef should finish. You can guess.

Then I taught him about cleanup. He admitted he had never done that but was surprisingly eager. Josef was fun. We got her off a few more times than I did my little wiggle. Oh, he was hard again. I kept at it with Gretchen and slid up her body. Josef matched every move. Finally, I was lying on her, kissing her, with my ass a little in the air and Josef just pounding me.

We were all enjoying it. He came again, inside me, and we sent him back off to work. Oh, we let him shower, but we weren't done.

For another three hours.

Yep. Gretchen was fun.

I invited her to come home with me for the weekend but not before I explained that some freaky shit would happen.

She'd like my quad though.

I guess she was going to experience space earlier than I expected. I texted Tomas that I needed him to have someone drop him off. Hey if we were going into space, we needed another cock. By the time we got out of the shower, he was just landing. Tegan waved and took off again. I owed her.

"What in the hell was that?" asked Gretchen.

"Let's do introductions first," I said. "This is Tomas, my fiancé." OK credit to Gretchen. She didn't even comment on that. I walked around the house where my plane was parked. If the E-82 shocked her, the F-81 blew her mind. It was a good thing I have the passenger pod though. It was well stocked with socks too.

We'll just leave it that Tomas showed off his skills. Repeatedly.

And fine skills they are.

Luke's first day

Luke here. This damn journal is freaky. And fun. I learned a few things and I was going to try them out. My world sure had changed for the better. Let's just say that Carlina and Tegan were damn good fucks.

Sorry. I know. Language. Yeah, I know. Actually, having sex with them was just fine. Using profanity not as much. Although Nan had this thing she did...

Bob and Amy were something special and I couldn't believe my little brother and sister. Amazing. Bob and Amy would probably be Dad and Mom, but I wasn't quite ready to go there yet. I was pretty sure I would.

My little brother and sister. Holy shit.

Sorry again. I could tell you all about my first day at school, but you've read the story with other kids and mine went about the same. Got tested, went to class, fucked in the wrestling room.

Just your average school, right?

The kids were all so nice and welcoming and I mean that in the traditional sense, not just the fucking and sucking. The fact that nobody worried about same sex fun was interesting too. It seemed like pretty much everyone was bi. Oh, and I met the most beautiful girl named Gina. Gina was something special and I am sure you know what I mean. That was a new experience for me, and I sure liked it. Too bad she was taken but I guess I still got to play with her. That was cool.

Then I met a boy named Sam. He was so funny, and he was special, kind of in the opposite way. Tight too. Oh, sorry, that wasn't appropriate. Still learning.

The person that I liked spending time with the most was Cassie. She was a little shy, but once she got going, she was a bit of an animal. We had a couple classes together, so I invited her over to study. It turned out she knew the entire family. There was a story under there, but even I knew it was none of my business and my social skills were lacking. Yeah, yeah, I knew it. I really wasn't a dick, I wasn't, but my situation had been pretty effed up.

Now it wasn't. I'm sure they were all talking about the turnaround but there was nothing special. People were nice to me now, so I was nice to them. Simple. Even I knew the Golden Rule.

Cassie had one more class after mine, so we agreed to meet at the house. I was a little freaked out and I didn't know why. I'd met a lot of kids, fucked with a few, and had a great time. What was it about Cassie that freaked me out?

"I don't know," she said. I think I jumped three feet in the air. I didn't realize she'd come in. I guess I was talking to myself, given that she responded.

But I wasn't. I was pretty sure I wasn't. I looked at her and she had a big smile on her face.

Holy fuck. I'd read the journal. I knew what this meant. Could she read my fucking mind?

"Language," she said, with a laugh.

Holy shit.

This was life changing and I knew it. My soulmate. Cassie gave me a huge grin at that thought. I was pretty sure that Mom and Dad would build me my own house, but I wasn't quite ready on my fourth day here.

Hey. Mom and Dad. I called them Mom and Dad. I guess that's decided.

So, we did the obvious thing that 7-year-old and 11-year-old lovers and soul mates would do. Cassie moved into my bedroom with me. Seriously. She did let Gina and Kevin know what was going on, but they were thrilled for her. We went over to their house and packed up what little stuff she had, and from that day on, our house was her house.

You can't imagine how Mom and Dad reacted.

Nothing. They didn't say or do anything. They just treated Cassie like she had always lived here. She became one of the family and they treated her just like a daughter. I'd seen their interaction with Sophia, and it was just the same. Heck, that's not fair. They treated Gabe, Ruby, and more the same way.

Family.

I did feel like we needed to celebrate somehow and needed a little more freedom, so Cassie and I took a boat over to Athens and I bought her a car. No, that's not right. Cassie bought the car. In the hour between the time we realized we were soul mates and we got to the Honda dealer in Athens, Mom had already recoded Cassie's earrings to show she was family. Now that doesn't seem that weird, except we didn't see Mom in that hour. Mom was in London, with Leslie. She'd left this morning.

I was just going to have to get used to not understanding things.

Oh. A Honda. Remember, there is no Acura here. You buy an NSX at the Honda dealer. The convertible, of course. The manager of the dealership said that they kept several in stock now because kids from Dionysus kept buying them.

We got back to the house and no one seemed to be around, so we got naked. OK, people being around wouldn't have affected that. We were out on the back patio, overlooking the water, and Cassie was bouncing up and down on me when Dad walked out. He just smiled and said hi and laid down on a nearby lounge. The fact that I was fucking my new girlfriend didn't even seem to bother him. In fact, he watched for a bit and stroked his cock. That set Cassie off, which set me off, which set Dad off. He covered himself in cum.

It's a good thing Cassie is 11. She hopped off and went and cleaned him up, kissing it all back to him. That was fucking hot, and I got hard again.

Cassie didn't let it go to waste.

Yep. Living here was good.

I'll bet your first day of school story wasn't quite as good as mine, was it?

Our other daughter Cassie

Bob here. Yes, we treated Cassie well. Why wouldn't we? They were so damn cute together. Two broken kids that weren't broken anymore. Maybe someday she'd tell him the story and maybe she wouldn't. Her call, not ours. Having Luke around was incredible. It's funny. Our kids ranged from 18 to 3 and we'd never had a 7-year-old. That made sense in our world. No, we couldn't touch him, but much of the rest of the family could. Chris even mentioned that he was pretty damn skilled. Yes, with permission. Ruby quickly agreed with her.

Luke was living the life. Given that he'd enjoyed both Leslie and Ruby with Cassie, there wasn't any issue there. Cassie was adorable too and I admit I was glad she was 11. She had skills too and yes Amy would agree.

It is fun living here.

This afternoon we were having some father-son bonding time. He was starting driver's education. Well, maybe father-son-girlfriend time, because Cassie was too. They had the NSX waiting, so she had to get her license. It had taken Cassie awhile to heal. It was a good thing she had before Luke met her. I didn't want to have to explain that yet. We got to the airport track on time and they were so excited. Leslie and Amy were back from their trip to London and all three of us were volunteer teachers today. I was going to take Luke for his first ride on the track but before I could Leslie took him. Then Amy took Cassie and I was left standing there. Charlotte assigned me another student for the ride, and I had to laugh that she assigned me a guy. An adult guy. That was fine. I found out he was Bernard and on the ground crew at Beta. I just introduced myself as Bob and that I was a volunteer. Let's not freak the poor guy out. We went out in one of the 488C Challenge cars and had fun. Bernard clearly enjoyed it, but he was from Munich and mentioned he had experience on the Autobahn. Well that would be good. We ended up trading around all day, so I worked with Bernard, Cassie, Luke, and Walt, who was a sweet 11-year-old boy that was in the program. All four of them were naturals and our little group really bonded. Oh, I should mention that Pari was a volunteer teacher too today, so she was the fourth teacher in our group.

The days are long, and include a lunch barbeque, but the end of the day celebrations are particularly fun. Optional, of course, but our entire group wanted in. We headed over to the apartment at the track, which we kept expanding, because no one turned down the after class fun. Our group was nicely balanced, you know, cock-wise. We didn't mess around with games, just got down to business. Bernard ended up with Leslie and Walt ended up with Amy. You go Walt. Cassie suggested Luke get to know Pari, which left me with Cassie.

Oh, we were all OK with our pairings. Then we traded. Luke ended up with Leslie, which he always liked, and Bernard ended up with Amy, which she liked. That meant that Walt switched to Cassie, to his delight, and I was with Pari, to mine. Puffies. I like puffies. Pari and I had a bit of a bond. Not in a bad way. We just clicked as friends. Yes, I can say that about a 10-year-old, and it isn't creepy.

I could go through all the details, but I'll just leave it that after that swap, we tried some boy-on-boy and girl-on-girl fun. Luke and Walt really enjoyed each other and Bernard, um, used up his third with me, then I reciprocated.

I gave Bernard credit. He had a fourth in him and Amy was up for it. Amy was always up for it.

After class we headed home. Cassie and Luke did well, but not good enough for their license on the first day. Amara was still the only person to ever do that. We had driven, in a new Mercedes GT sedan. Cool freaking car. It was a hike home, but not at the speeds we could drive. We got to the house and decided to go out on the boat.

Cassie's Luke story

Cassie here. My turn. It was time for me to tell Luke my story. It was family time on the boat, so I'd find a quiet spot. Leslie had brought Hunter, Hallie and Rylee, who brought Carol and Henry. Chris was with Noah. Orlando was with Grace. Sophia and Morgan, of course, who brought Luca and Tegan, which meant Gabe and Carlina, which meant Ruby, Tomas, Tavi, and Amara.

Yeah, a little family get together. Oh, I missed some adults. Jesse and Julia. Tom and Jess. Blake and Alison. They all told Luke and me that most of them were originals that met in Florida.

This family's story was nuts.

"No, our family's story was nuts," said Luke. He could read me now too? Wait. He could read me. I turned to him.

"You can read me. Do you know my whole story already?" I asked. He just nodded.

"And you don't care?" I asked.

"Does it affect our relationship in anyway? No, not at all, so from that perspective, I really don't care," said Luke. "Does it piss me off and do I think you need to follow through and have them all arrested? Yes, absolutely I care. I support whatever decision you make. I love you. I will always love you. We are soul mates."

I loved this guy. Yeah, that thought got me a smile. I guess we were done talking which got me another smile. He had clearly moved on to new thoughts because he was going through a list in his head of who he could play with. I did appreciate that even subconsciously his list started with me. Of course, the fact that the list was comprehensive of everyone under eighteen was unsurprising. What he did next was, OK, not that surprising either. He walked over to one of the tables, stripped, and climbed up on it.

"Who wants a piece of this?" he asked pretty loudly. That actually got a bit of a crowd around him and they started discussing it amongst themselves. Finally, it was decided that it would be a train with Luke in the middle of Grace and Orlando.

Or as they put it, to start. I really didn't get to watch though because Carol and Gabe walked up and took my hand and led me over to a chaise lounge. Interesting pairing but I liked them both a lot. Carol got on the bottom, I got on the top, and Gabe slid in.

I was in heaven.

Rylee's new job

Rylee here. I have a new job. Or maybe an extension to my old job. Something. I have something.

I am still the chairperson for the London school and stay involved. Pari came to me and asked if I would be open to taking on additional responsibilities. She was getting spread thin with all the schools opening. She wanted to create a new role or more accurately just expand my role. Essentially, I would be the European lead. I'd have London, Madrid, Barcelona, Athens, and all the other campuses in Europe, now and in the future. It was a big role, but I was excited because education is clearly my passion. I was going to be an active leader. Not overbearing, just involved. No one did overbearing here. We just didn't. Pari was a little worried that since all this had been my idea that I would be upset she was in charge.

Fuck that.

It was going to be fun too. You've been introduced to a lot of the local leadership. Yum.

Sorry, but they're yum worthy.

Today I was meeting the team at DMU. Dionysus Madrid University. Yeah, that's a different order than the other schools, but Dionysus University Madrid shortens to DUM. That seemed, well, dumb. The team here was amazing. Dana was the head of the entire school. Jorge was the headmaster of the primary school. We couldn't use primary and secondary, since we didn't make that distinction, so we just called it the primary school.

Pierce had come on board to run the university programs, reporting to Dana. We realized it needed its own leader. Pierce was a striking man. He was very tall, around 6'9" (206 cm), so very tall. He was also one of the thinnest people I have ever met. Not unhealthy, just thin. He had alabaster white skin and unruly black hair. He was emo if emo was your actual look. He wasn't emo.

He was passionate, funny, articulate, and had wonderful ideas. He wasn't bashful about contributing either, given this was day two in the role. We had dinner the previous night to get to know each other.

Then we got to know each other. Our schools, right? C cups are irresistible. Yep, it's all in my tits. Let me tell you, thin did not apply to his endowment. He had a 7-inch (18 cm) cock, so slightly above average, but it was uncut and thick. Stretched me good thick.

Hey, I like sex.

Back to the team meeting. Right now, it was just the four of us, but the broader faculty meeting was following this one. I wanted to get to know everyone. No, no, we were not planning a faculty orgy.

But we are spontaneous and there are wrestling rooms. Oh no, they would probably have students in them too.

Shoot. OK, I giggled. C cups make me horny.

Jeez. Tangent much?

"I have a question," said Pierce. "It seems that one of our biggest challenges is enough teachers and professors. Open-minded students are easy to find and we're a popular destination for educators, but we're still constrained by teaching talent. Do I have that right?" We all nodded. It was a crisis for us. We were constrained in our ability to bring in more students at all of our campuses and it slowed opening new ones.

"But the kids here are brilliant and so far, everyone I have met was a solid communicator. Even the shy kids seem to blossom here. I think it is the sex," he said. We laughed, but he was right. It's hard to be shy when you're getting pounded doggy-style or are the one doing the pounding.

Or both.

Sorry, when I am horny, I get distracted. Which means I am always distracted.

"So why don't we leverage the brilliance of the kids. Let's make teaching classes a class. It would be great for their skills, they'd get credit, and we could add hundreds, if not thousands, of teachers. It you're in tenth grade in math, you could teacher math up to say eighth grade. If you're in college, you could teach anything in high school or below. Heck if you're in third grade science you could teach first grade science. It would stretch the kids. We would just have to ensure the culture allowed a student that realized they were not comfortable at it to bail if they wanted to. We'd need education classes for the teachers. They'd need to get enough education credits for certification. I checked and there is no minimum age for a teacher if they have the credits for certification. They don't even need a bachelors if they pass the certification test. It's a loophole, but isn't Dionysus known for loopholes?

Yes, we sure were. It was brilliant and I loved it. I told him that. Then I sat on his lap and kissed him. Somehow the meeting devolved into a small orgy at that point. Which was right when the rest of the faculty walked in.

Oops.

Staff meetings are fun.

Email me. Comments, ideas, and suggestions welcome

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