23 December 2019

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Frida does Harvard

Frida here. I get another journal entry! This one isn't quite as exciting, but I like it. I'd been back in Berlin for a bit now. I was settled into both my role as a student and my role as the school president. The conflict wasn't as great as I thought. This nice thing was I got to experience the school as a student and when I saw something that needed to be improved, I fixed it. For example, the lab we used for first year organic chemistry was crap. I asked the professor for the class and the head lab tech to please provide me with detailed orders for all the equipment and construction required to build a world-class facility. They had visited other schools before, so I told them to take the best of everything that they had seen and improve it. They kept asking for their budget and I kept telling them they didn't have one. They took that backwards that I meant there wasn't money. I had to explain I meant that they didn't have an upper limit.

They presented me with their proposal the next day. I rejected it, politely. They hadn't spent enough. They were building a decent lab. Not a special spectacular lab. I even used those words. OK, in German, but you get the idea.

They came back the next day. Closer, but not yet. I pushed them on what equipment they would have in their dreams that wasn't included. The professor pulled out another few sheets of paper. At least they'd come prepared. I approved it all and said we would talk again once it was done to see if they wanted to add anything. It seemed to freak them out that I had just approved over 40 million euros for a first year chemistry lab.

It freaked me out too but that's what Rylee told me to do. I had no idea who approved anything I did but everything I approved got done. At a staff meeting the next day I asked all the department heads what they thought we were lacking. I told them to dream big.

They wanted a small teaching hospital on campus. We worked with the local hospital and that went well but in their dreams a small facility on campus would allow them to accelerate the program. They were quickly understanding how Dionysus schools worked. They didn't believe it would happen, but I appreciated they asked.

The building design started that afternoon and construction began the next week. No hospital in the world would be more advanced. It was bigger than they proposed too.

But none of this is the point of my post. I was off to Boston to visit the Harvard Medical School. Me. Just me. In my E-82. Oh, you know me by now. I set records learning to fly and getting certified. OK, probably not, but it was quick. Sometime I'll need to make the post about visiting my parents. I think the thing scared them! They absolutely refused to go for a ride and were clearly concerned I was going to kill myself in it.

I assured them I would not. I don't think they believed half of what I told them. They seemed concerned I was doing things that were illegal, particularly after I bought them a house. A nice house. Rylee told me to. Literally ordered me to buy them one. She told me she had to approve the house too. She rejected the first four.

Too small. Not nice enough. Finally, she approved one that I thought was insane.

It's very nice.

Anyway, off to Boston. I was surprised at the reaction to my note to the medical school president. He knew who I was, knew of our school, and clearly knew the investments we were making to build a world-class medical school. Even the word of our on-campus hospital had spread because he referenced it in his reply to my email. The funny thing is that I read envy as the undertone. From the president of the Harvard Medical School.

I guess even he had a budget.

I'd received permission to land in their parking lot. I guess the fact that a member of the royal family was the President of the United States had done wonders for the diplomatic relations between the countries.

That was a weird sentence to write. I'm actually writing this while the plane flies itself to Boston. I was a qualified pilot but for the most part you really didn't do anything. I guess my sentence was prescient because I got a text suggesting I have lunch at the White House tomorrow with the President.

Me.

It even included a drawing on where I could land. On the White House lawn.

I was a little overwhelmed until I remembered that I'd been fucked by both her brother and her dad. Don't get me started on both her older sisters.

Or her little brother. Luke, I mean Luke. Come on.

I liked this family.

OK, back on track. I finally understand the English word tangent now.

I landed and it was freaking cold. There was snow on the ground. Luckily I was prepared and had brought a heavy coat. It did get cold in Berlin. I guess this wasn't an all-nude weekend.

Too bad.

There was a person in a golf cart waiting for me and it turned out to be the president of all of Harvard. Waiting for me. A small town German girl. My life changed a bit when I enrolled in school. I laugh because I was training to be a doctor so I could support my parents, but I already made more money than I ever would as a doctor. Running a medical school paid well, at least for Dionysus. I admit I looked, and I made more than the President of Harvard. Not the head of the medical school. The person that just met me. The president of Harvard. I don't think I'll mention that.

We had a nice chat as we drove over to the Medical school. It took me a bit to realize the conversation was trying to recruit me. I guess the topic of compensation was going to come up.

"Perhaps I am misreading the signals, but are you trying to recruit me?" I asked.

"I guess I wasn't very subtle. You're an incredible force in the medical world, so yes, I guess I was," said the President. OK, I had to know for what.

"I'm already a medical student and the president of the medical school," I said. "What would you have to offer to match that?"

"Harvard," the President said, with some pride. I got that.

"Well, as meaningful as that is, I would have to personally take a pay cut and attend a medical school constrained by budgetary limitations," I said. "I don't see that as a tradeoff."

"Every school has budgetary limitations," said the President. I snorted. Sorry, but I did.

"I built a small hospital because my team suggested it," I said. "It will be a four-billion dollar investment. State of the art in every way. The finest hospital in the world. Do you know who had to approve that?"

Eyebrows went way up.

"Four billion dollars?" came the choked reply. "I would guess that needed considerable approvals. I can't even imagine."

"No, it didn't. Not one. A four-billion dollar spend is something I can approve, and I did," I said. "Is your medical school for sale by chance? We could swing a deal and create Dionysus Harvard Medical school." He laughed. I held my smile.

"Surely you are joking," said the President.

"Not really," I said. "It would be good for both of us, but I am not sure you'd be comfortable with the rules under which our schools operate." He moaned and gave me the side eye. Oh, he knew, did he?

"Well, for a billion, we could co-brand I suspect," he said, smiling.

"Well, that's interesting, but we would want it to be part of our school system," I said. "In other words, we would want control. Our leadership. Then again, we have considerably more than a billion to work with." He just stared.

"We should continue this conversation," he said. Then I am pretty sure he leered at me. Well, I'm cute, but not in this heavy coat. He's a good looking man for his age though. Maybe if we owned the school and declared it a consulate...

Maybe not.

We got to the medical school and he asked me to keep the conversation confidential. I had been joking, but hey, Bob wouldn't mind if I bought another medical school. Just another failing school. You know, Harvard.

Hey, I wonder if I could buy the entire university. We pay better and have more sex. Their entire endowment was only $36 billion. I had looked. Matching that might stretch my approval limits.

Might.

We got to the building that housed the leadership and damn there were a lot of them. That couldn't be very efficient. Dean this and Dean that. We ran a much leaner operation. They'd had lunch catered and we essentially shot the shit for about 90 minutes. They quizzed the hell out of me and at least a few of them were asking questions under the questions. You know what I mean. Was the school a consulate? That was the favorite. You might as well announce you wanted more sex. With me.

Particularly given at least half of the people let out a small moan when I said it was.

The conversation with the President had been a bit of a lark, but I had come prepared. I had one of the graduate business classes do an entire analysis and presentation for me. OK, just financials. No PowerPoints, but they did provide all the talking points. For all the variations:

• Partner with the medical school
• Buy the medical school
• Buy the medical school and the related hospitals
• Buy Harvard including all of the above

If you look at them in order of usefulness, if that can be a gauge, a partnership was nice, but owning the medical school and the hospitals was my preference. Now that I had met everyone, I was starting to take the idea seriously. Ever the prepared person, I'd briefed Pari and Rylee on my ideas, and run the hospitals by Elena. Pari summed it all up.

"Do whatever you think is right," said Pari. "It will all work out." She did suggest I run it by Ruby. Apparently big purchases were always run by Ruby. If you had her blessing, it seemed to increase the likelihood of success.

Ruby's first choice was buying all of Harvard. She did laugh and mention that as a kid from the wrong side of the tracks in Tampa, buying Harvard would be cool. She suggested we consider that phase 2 and I acquire the medical school and hospitals. Dionysus Harvard Medical school rolled off the tongue better than Bob's Medical school. I cornered the university president and told him I wanted to seriously discuss partnering with the medical school and the local hospitals. It seemed the right time to mention that I already owned Partners Healthcare, which owns Massachusetts General, and CareGroup, which owns Beth Israel. It was a little gamble, since we could end up with just the hospitals, but they were doing well, and both are non-profits and we would keep them that way. We could just run them better.

OK, this is a little weird. Those were not trivial purchases. Doing it was Ruby's idea, so I did. She helped me get favorable pricing with some commitments for investment.

The university president just stared at me.

"What do you mean you own Partners and CareGroup?" said the president. "How is that possible?" I'd timed the announcement in the press for this morning. Just then someone walked into the room with an iPad and made a beeline to the President. An aide of some sort, I suspect. I would be willing to bet I knew the article on the iPad. He turned it around to face me and it was the announcement of the two purchases. Well, that was a pretty flattering photo of me they included. Professionally dressed, although a shot of me in a tankini would have been better.

He called over the head of the medical school. Honestly, with all those deans I couldn't figure out who was who. He handed him the iPad. He read the first part and then looked at me.

"You own all our teaching hospitals. All of them," he said. "You. Personally."

"Yes, although the funding came from the kingdom. They'll remain non-profits. We wanted control and intend to make major investments and speed up their building campaign," I said.

"She wants to buy the medical school too," said the President. Well that cat is out of the bag. The medical school dean's reaction was fascinating.

He moaned. Then he got hard. The president noticed and then he got hard and smiled. Then they both looked at me and smiled.

"Are you sure you don't want to buy the entire university?" he said, with a laugh.

"Depends on your economic expectations," I said. "Sure, I'd do that. I already have a valuation that I think is fair."

"For the entire university," said the dean. "All of it."

"Yes. The challenge is goodwill. Your underlying economic value is actually not that high. Let's say your endowment is around $40 billion. We'll use that as the floor. Then you add on the value of the property itself. In Cambridge, that's hard to do, but it is a lot. Let's say $200 billion, give or take."

"Give or take with $200 billion," said the President. "But I am with you so far. We keep this analysis current and use it in our fundraising efforts."

"Well, think of this as fundraising on a bigger scale. Just tell me what it would take," I said. He smiled and rattled off a huge number. Probably big enough he thought I'd get scared off.

His number was lower than ours. I stuck out my hand.

"Sold," I said. He shook my hand and laughed. Then he made a funny face.

"You're serious, aren't you," he said. "You have access to those resources. You have the authority to do this. You would do this." I just smiled and kept nodding. OK, I admit, I went to Bob and Amy and discussed this one. It was pretty big, but the prestige would be off the charts. Hey, I might have to move to Boston. Surely this doesn't qualify for the you bought it, you run it. It's freaking Harvard.

The next few weeks were complicated and involved some sales efforts on my part, and a quick visit from the king and queen, but in the end, the answer to that question was yes. I bought it, I run it. Now I'm not stupid. I left everyone in place. After all, I'm still in medical school, although pretty close to done. I wonder if I'll ever actually practice? Hey, I'll just knock around some of the hospitals I own doing what I want.

Jesus, what have I done? We officially renamed the school Dionysus Harvard University. It was quite a ceremony. I'd come on a simple trip to tour the facilities and meet some people. Mom and Dad wouldn't believe this one either. Bob got involved for one reason. He bought a house. Only Bob could find an 8 bedroom, 12 bath house on 14 acres just four miles from the medical school. He insisted I take the master bedroom, but suggested I put some of the rooms in the app.

Oh hell yes.

He also declared the house consulate property. Oh, I was going to fuck and fuck a lot. I'm a horny girl.

Then he declared all of my purchases to be consulates, including the hospitals, which didn't do that much for me, and the campus, which did. Oh, how it did.

Let's get back to the house, though. I had a reception for the leadership and their families of everything I bought. Yes, the entire family. We're fun that way. It would be a party where we had to wear clothes, darn it, but you have to start somewhere. I insisted that my mom and dad needed to come and went and got them. I promised that if they ever felt out of place, they could just go to their room and take a break or even stay. I did assure them that there would be at least a dozen people that spoke German, if not more. They knew exactly who was part of the extended family, although they've only met a few. They follow the kingdom because of me. I brought them over a couple days before and we went sightseeing in Boston. It is a beautiful town with lots of things to see. I guess I should introduce them and my brother who came along too. I miss my bro.

My dad is Gunter and he is a Gunter. Fierce, old-school German. He looks after himself. He's very stoic. My mom is, well, mom. Enrika. She's petite and cute and bubbly, with family. Around strangers she goes into her shell. They're seriously attractive but beaten down a bit by life. My success is confusing them a lot. I'm hoping this trip will help. Did I mention attractive? I think there was actual interest there, but their reserved nature would keep it from happening.

My brother is Benedict and I love him so much. He's 15 years old and quite a hunk. Tall, dark blonde, with a stretch me wide thick 8-inch (20 cm) cock. Yes, I know all about his cock and have since my 7th birthday.

We love each other like brother and sister. Oh, yeah.

Benedict was an oops baby. They were teenagers. Mom and Dad love each other, but have struggled.

We all had a joyous time. So far we've walked the Freedom Trail and toured Fenway Park. The only other thing we did was tour Harvard. It is such a beautiful campus, and everyone is so nice to me. It sure confused Mom and Dad that everyone on campus knew me. I may not know them, yet, but my face was on everyone's mind. I did introduce my family to several of my new friends. I particularly wanted them to meet my two BFFs. Luciano is a premed undergrad. The dean of the medical school had introduced us because Luciano is young. As in he is 17 years old and already pre-med. Now I'll be an attending at 9, but by their standards he was precocious. Luciano was tough to get to know, because he has zero social skills. ZERO. He was lonely and out of place and had moved here from Italy for school. His parents had dropped him on campus and expected him to thrive because he is smart.

Nope. We bonded over the fact that I speak Italian. I'm teaching him German and he's a natural. We've talked and talked, and I learned that his parents pushed him so hard that he never really had friends.

I am his friend. And his teacher. And his first.

He was learning that fast too.

My other BFF is the daughter of one of the professors. She's Lucette. Her family is of French heritage and she speaks French. Lucette is 13 years old and gorgeous. Long black hair down her back. Fantastic figure. B cups.

She was Luciano's second.

Luciano and Lucette. That rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? My two friends were staying with us. Luciano was sharing with Benedict and Lucette was sharing with me. Theoretically. In reality, we were fucking up a storm, but when we fell asleep, we were in the right rooms. I liked girls and Benedict was introducing Luciano to boys, so that worked out just fine.

I suppose that was a tangent, but they're my family and friends.

My freaking parents!

My dad came out of the bedrooms smiling. He actually laughed. Who the fuck is he and what did he do with my dad?

Do you think it had to do with Mom and Dad coming out with Ruby and Tomas? I walked up but didn't say anything about it. Discretion you know. Then I saw it. I couldn't resist. I just couldn't.

Dad had a big spot of cum on his cheek. Dad did. Cum. Was it his cum? Was it Tomas?

Only one way to tell. I reached up and wiped it off with my finger. Just as his eyes got huge, I stuck my finger in my mouth.

Yum. Tomas. Hell yes, I know that tang.

I still didn't say anything. I took Dad's hand and then Mom's and nodded to Benedict to come with us. I led Mom and Dad back to the master bedroom.

My bedroom.

Our family is closer now. I think I'm done with this post. I'll post again.

If I ever come up for air. Did I mention my parents and brother moved in with me? Mom and Dad are the caretakers and Benedict is in school. At Harvard. He's smart AF too. He just didn't get the chance. Now he did!

Somehow the kingdom never had visa issues with the US. Apparently they liked our folks coming to the US.

I wonder why?

I did commute a lot. I wanted to finish the program at DMB. It was just so much more advanced.

Then Harvard.

And then there was Gabby

I promised to come back and tell the story of Gabby. This requires you to go way back to the birthday party that Gabe and Ruby had at Bob and Amy's first house. Yes, that far back. It's a worthy chapter to read. I checked. It was Chapter 22. Sorry, this is Julia.

It might make you moan. About a month ago, I took three days off. I ended up spending the entire three days reading the journal from the beginning. Not entirely true. I took breaks when damn near anyone walked by. Breaks. Right?

So, Gabby. We were in Florida, at Amy's original house. Having a party. Yep. It's silly, but we redid the same party with the same people. There was one big difference, and it is a big difference. This time, the house is a consulate. We made everyone sign a form acknowledging this and agreeing that their entire family was comfortable with the rules.

They. All. Were.

That's all just setup for Gabby. I'll come back to the party or ask Ruby to do it. You'll like the story.

I was standing by the pool chatting with Gabrielle. Damn she's gorgeous. At the first party, she was in a mom suit. She rocked it, and it was really flattering, but pretty full coverage. I am distracted right now, because at this party she is naked. Very naked. To top it off, she had a stream of cum running down her leg. Gabby is standing next to her. Not a child waiting for the adults. Actively in the conversation. That's the way it works in our world.

Then she noticed the stream of cum. She casually wiped it off with her finger and I thought she'd lick it off.

Nope. She offered it to me. Hell yes, I sucked it and then thought about it.

"Hmm. Jesse, Orlando, and a third tang I don't know, which dominates," I said to Gabriella, who laughed.

"Mick, Missy's brother," said Gabriella. I laughed because when she said it, those breasts got thrust right out there. She liked Mick.

"Wait," I said. "Little guy, thin, smaller cock?" Gabby and Gabriella both laughed.

"Hey Mick," shouted Gabby. "Come here."

A young man that bore no resemblance to my description walked up. He was easily 6'2", fit, and sporting a hard 8-inch (20 cm) thick cock. He was still pretty. Really pretty.

"Damn," I said, almost involuntary, and all three of them laughed.

"A pleasure to see you again ma'am," he said, openly leering at me. "I know I've grown a bit since you saw me."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I am Fifties years old ma'am," replied Mick. "Not to be bold, but would you like to spend some time together? I'm told that I am a very caring lover."

"Why yes I would," I said, taking his hand and pulling him over to a lounge. Gabby and Gabriella followed me. Mick started by getting between my legs and doing some pretty special things. He had a trick he did with his thumb in you with his fingers strumming your clit that I was going to teach to Jesse. And Gabe. Probably Ruby. Hell, maybe hold a class. Then again, given our audience, he was doing that just fine. I went up and over and he held me there while he slid up and in.

Then he kissed and nibbled me and made love to me.

The kid is good. Really good.

Yes, I can confirm, he is a caring stud. Lover. No, I'll stick with stud. At Fifties years old.

Mick wandered off and so did Gabriella. Gabby wasn't quite done.

Cleaning me out. She licked out the last and slid up my body to kiss me. She laid on me for quite a while and we kissed. We were pretty focused and didn't realize there was a crowd until we felt warm cum. Lots of warm cum. We looked up to find Bob right at the head of the lounge, clearly having covered us.

Which set of a chain reaction of cum. From all sides.

Just freaking covering us. Several people called cleanup.

"She's mine," growled Gabby.

We were on the lounge for a bit. Three times in a row, just as we got each other cleaned up, we got drenched. There was always one person that started it. Billy and Blake set off the next two.

Christian, Gabby's dad, set off the last one. It didn't even surprise Gabby. We ended up side-by-side, just chatting. Occasionally someone that missed the chance would wander over and cum on us. It got to be a thing. We finally just left it there and the puddles got bigger.

"So, what's next in the clearly exciting world of Julia," asked Gabby. I admit I laughed and pointed.

"You have twice as much cum on you as I do," I said, which made her laugh and roll over on top of me.

"Not anymore," she said, giving me a little kiss. Then she lifted her head and looked at me. Oh, the question.

"Jesse and I are the hosts at Space Gamma for a week. It's tough work, but somebody has to do it," I said.

"Can I come?" asked Gabby. Damn, that would be fun. Gabby between us in the bed every night.

"If your parents say it is OK," I said. "Sure. It's pretty full, so you'd have to sleep with Jesse and me."

"Feels like an added bonus to me," she said, kissing me again.

To me too, Gabby, to me too. To my absolute lack of surprise, her parents were fine with it. She's a student at DUC, so DUCking out for a week was fine.

Do you see what I did there? I'll let Ruby tell the story of the rest of the party, and then I'll come back to our week. Are you surprised her parents agreed to let their 11-year-old daughter go with us?

Me neither.

Apparently you can go home again

I know the old adage and I'm not the same person, but this is one hell of a party. Ruby here. It is so wonderful to reconnect with everyone. It is a huge party and we had everything going. I laughed because Morgan wouldn't give up her cart. On the track. How very nostalgic of her. She wouldn't give it up for a surprising reason.

She hadn't won a race yet.

Yes, you read that right. You haven't met Cisco and Gabby's little sister. She was only 5 at the last party, so she didn't come.

She's Forties years old now. Serena is a hoot and kicking Morgan's ass. Repeatedly. The rules say the winner keeps their car. Morgan was clearly getting frustrated.

And keeping her car too.

Finally, she waved Serena off the track and I listened in. Serena is both fast and adorable. I waved Tomas over too. Serena walked over to Morgan but stopped short in front of Tomas and me.

"I'm Serena. I'm Cisco and Gabby's sister. Let me talk to Morgan, then let's the four of us find a comfortable spot to fuck," she said. Then she turned to Morgan, assuming we agreed.

We did. Tomas is pretty fucking hard at this point. Hey, she's little and cute. We're both attracted to her.

"So, what's up Morgan?" asked Serena. They had a bit of a talk about her racing and we found out that Serena had never driven anything until today.

Damn.

"OK," said Morgan. "You're good in the carts. Tomorrow we drive a real course in a real car. Ask your parents if it is OK. We can do it here in town or you can come with us and we'll do it in Dionysus."

Then we all moaned, including Serena.

"Either is fine with me, but I'm a student at your school here. I'd love to visit Dionysus," said Serena.

"Consider it done, if your parents approve," said Morgan.

"Gabby is going to the space station with Julia for a week, so I doubt if they'll care. Can I bring Cisco?" said Serena. "It would give Mom and Dad a break."

Given her Mom and Dad had just walked up, Morgan asked them, and they were fine with it. After all, kids in our schools can do damn near anything.

"Why haven't you had Driver's Ed yet?" asked Morgan. Serena laughed.

"Because Mom and Dad won't sign," said Serena. "So, we can race, but God forbid I run to the 7-11."

Morgan spent time walking through the concerns of her parents and then had Serena demonstrate her cart skills. Morgan went out too and Serena just toasted her. Out of practice or not, that was surprising.

Her parents thought so too.

And signed the forms.

Let's move that to a new chapter. For today, be assured Tomas enjoyed all three of us. He is a little enamored with Serena.

I think the poor guy passed out

Mary Lou here. Somehow I never wrote this story. Honestly, it doesn't seem that special, but the beginning makes Bob laugh. If you remember, a few chapters ago we all were underwater in Australia. The new underwater habitat was complete. What you may not remember is we went gambling that night. Me being, well, me, I walked in first, head high, bra padded, ready to rock.

Holding my identical twin's hand. Amy Lou. We were wearing identical dresses, mine in pale green and hers in pale yellow. We were pushing ourselves, but even I would say we were borderline on 18. Who would be the first person we would see?

The MD of the casino. My nemesis. OK, not my nemesis, but that's a great word and even fun to type. He looked at me, then at Amy Lou, then back and forth a few times.

"Fuck," he said.

"It is fun with identical twins," I said. Poor guy was already rock hard when I said that. I didn't mean for it to happen. I really didn't. I didn't expect it to happen. We're cute, but really?

He came in his pants. Visibly. He was wearing khakis.

Visibly wet khakis. He gets credit for volume, but it just made him look like he wet himself. He turned and buttoned his jacket and walked briskly away. I had to laugh, because the next time I saw him, he was wearing dark pants.

He is better prepared now.

The funny thing is that he didn't need to worry. The transfer paperwork went through this morning.

It's my casino now. Well, it is, even though it will be within Luca's group. I wasn't stupid. I already knew everything about the manager with wet pants. He would stay on.

Manager wet pants.

I will forever, in my head, refer to him as Manager wet pants.

Hey, I'm 11.

I did give him credit. Once he changed, he came directly up to us.

"Good evening," he said. "It's a pleasure to see you again. I admit, I do not know which one of you is Mary Lou."

"It's easy once you know how," said Amy Lou. "But easier when we're naked." Then she hit him with a smile.

Poor guy was hard again. We'd be careful. We don't want him to be Manager wet pants, the sequel.

He got credit for letting her comment just slide.

"It's fortuitous that we found you," I said. "I'm Mary Lou. I don't believe you've been made aware that the casino officially changed hands this morning." Just then Luca walked up. His timing was flawless. MWP clearly recognized him.

OK, not fair. His name is Wendell and Wendell is smoking hot. Dark hair, olive skin, clearly fit under those clothes.

Luca introduced himself.

"So, you're the new owner," said Wendell, to Luca. Luca gave him a killer smile.

His cock bounced. Not Luca's. Well, maybe Luca's, but I meant Wendell.

Wendell was going to be fun. I just know it.

"No," said Luca. "It will be a part of the casino group for which I am responsible." Wendell's light bulb clearly went on and he took the gamble and turned to me.

"Welcome to the family," he said, offering me his hand again. I liked this guy.

"Thank you," I said. "We're very hopeful you will stay on and lead the casino. I won't be personally managing it and need a solid leader. Our compensation program is considerably more generous. The benefits are more fun as well."

"Will the properly be declared a consulate, and on a related note, do you anticipate a Gamma resort?" he asked. Yes, liking him even more. He hadn't even let go of my hand but covered it with his other hand as well. You'd think that would be creepy, but somehow it wasn't. Wendell is adorable and making a meteoric rise in the industry. He's only 27 years old. I know everything about Wendell.

"Yes, and yes," I said. Then all four of us moaned softly. "The consulate designation is already in place." Yep, more moans.

"I admit, it will take some time to understand your world," said Wendell, with a smile. "But I understand you value directness. Perhaps the four of us could take a nice bottle of wine up to the Presidential suite and celebrate our new partnership?"

"Lead the way," said Amy Lou.

He led us over to the bar and turned back to me.

"Do you have a wine you prefer?" said Wendell. This guy got it. He really did. He had to hurt too, because his cock was still hard.

I rattled off the name of my favorite wine. It's the second most expensive offering we have. I doubted they'd even have a bottle.

They did. He managed to hide it well, but he was surprised at my choice. Perhaps even a little excited.

Oh.

"I should mention that your compensation program includes unlimited access to any product produced by the kingdom, including the wine. Just be careful. It's good wine and will sneak up on you," I said. He just stared at me.

"This wine is over $50,000 a bottle. You're saying I could take a bottle home with me every night and that would be OK," said Wendell. "Except for the raging alcoholic part."

"Sure," said Amy Lou. "The funny thing is you won't. You'll do it for a few days, maybe a week, but then the wines won't feel quite as special. It's a pattern. We all do it. You'll quickly back off to a manageable amount, but you'll spread the wealth, so to speak, by sharing it with close friends."

"Usually naked," she added, hitting him with a big smile. I matched her smile.

He barely made it. He squeezed his eyes shut and took slow breaths.

He was trying to not cum again. In his pants.

Thankfully he succeeded. MWP2 seems excessive.

We made it to the suite and let me tell you, it was nice. Room to improve, but nice. The view out over the water was spectacular. Luca and Wendall went and looked out the window and were admiring the view.

"There's a better view this way," said Amy Lou. The two men turned back.

Their view was the two of us, naked, and making out.

I've never seen two men strip faster in my life.

"Wendell," said Mary Lou. "Luca hasn't cum yet today. Would you like the first load? Your choice how. You can blow him, or he'd be happy to fuck you. Maybe both. We just love to watch." which is how we got to watch Luca just pound Wendell. OK, I did. Amy Lou slid underneath. From her noises, I think he's pretty good at oral too.

Oh. That was one hell of an orgasm. The good news is my sissie just went over hard.

The bad news is now we have to redecorate. Yep, right across the wall.

Good for her.

I'm not exactly sure how, but both men's cum ended up all over me. Wendell, it appears, really likes cum. He kissed some to us, but he swallowed more.

Yep, Wendell is fun. We finally wore out a bit, particularly given the time change, but we took quick showers and headed downstairs. While we were in the elevator, Luca leaned over.

"You can't gamble in your own casino," he said. "Neither can family members, including your twin sister."

Ah man. He was right, of course. Why didn't I make it go through tomorrow? One last fun night. OK, that wouldn't have been appropriate. I would have won enough to change the purchase price. With Amy Lou playing too, we might have bankrupted them.

Yeah, I shouldn't play at my own casino.

So, we can't gamble, and we've already had a wonderful dinner, and it is only 2000. Well huh. What can we possibly do?

Let's just say Wendell and Luca had recovered, and we met the restaurant director too. Nicky. Nicky Big Cock. NBC. No, that's taken.

We'll just stick with Nicky. By big, I meant extraordinary. He has a 13-inch (33 cm) cock, that is as thick as a Coke can.

It barely fit. Oh, it fit, just barely. Amy Lou would tell you the same thing.

So would Luca and Wendell.

Fuck gambling, I'd rather fuck. We finally fell asleep and woke up in the morning with just the three of us. Me on the left, Amy Lou on the right, and Luca in the middle. Oh, nope, four.

Tegan was asleep on his chest.

Cool.

Very cool.

I woke her up. She slid right over and on top of me. We were kissing pretty passionately, but as quietly as we could. Given she had two fingers in me, quiet was tough. I felt her move and realized that Amy Lou was now fucking Tegan with a strap-on. Double-ended of course. I looked over and Luca was gently snoring while we fucked away. We all tried to cum quietly and managed to succeed. Finally, Tegan climbed back on Luca and promptly fell asleep. Amy Lou and I found another bedroom and showered. We even shampooed each other's hair, which we don't do often enough.

Which is why Luca and Tegan found us in this bedroom in a pretty furious 69. Tegan already had a strap-on inserted. Luca was with me. Tegan was with Amy Lou.

We made it to lunch, not breakfast, but what did you really expect.

I really like this place

Amy Lou here. I really do like it. Something about Aussie's worked for me. OK, our two real exposures were Wendell, who is cute and talented, and Nicky, who is cute and hung.

And talented.

I suspect my sister will be here a lot, which means I'll want to be here a lot, so I'll need something to do.

So, I bought the university. Hey, we barely have schools in Australia, so why not a big one? About 30,000 students. It was a bit of an impulse buy on my part. You know, those things at the grocery that they put by the cash register. It's always stupid shit.

Our stupid purchases were on a different scale. I didn't want, or need, to run it. I just liked it. We'll be back and spend more time underwater too. It's pretty freaking cool.

That's all for now. The Lou twins were on a roll.

Ha. Dice. I made a bad gambling joke.

She's not getting away with that

There is more to this story than Amy Lou needing something to do. His name is Wendell. Yeah, that Wendell.

One fucked up week

This has not been a good week, but the end result was spectacular. I hope. This is Cassie.

So where to begin. Well, how about the fact that I am an idiot. A complete idiot. No, that word is not strong enough. I am a fucking idiot. I am sure you wonder why. Well, Luke and I are closer than ever. We love each other so much and are best friends too. We know how important that is. Bob and Amy have been amazing allowing me into the family. We've even started spending some nights in our house.

Our house.

Too freaking cool. Now that's all good. No, it is great. Simply great. We also had an enormous milestone about ten days ago.

Luke came for the first time. Now that's exciting, it really is, but it was the trigger for a lot that happened. You see somehow I had messed up my birth control. That's where the fucking idiot part comes in. I'd only been with Luke, at least that way, for a while and he couldn't cum.

And then he could. I knew the odds were still low that I'd get pregnant, so I waited it out. Which is where fucking idiot comes back. All I had to do was go into the pharmacy and get one pill. I didn't think of it! It was one small watery cum from a boy that shouldn't even be able to cum.

Still a fucking idiot, aren't I? You see my periods are really regular. I've only had a few. I just started! I'm freaking 12. I'm also a freaking idiot. No, a fucking idiot. I should be consistent.

This period was late. Finally, I went to the fucking pharmacy, but for a pregnancy test.

Positive. I was fucking pregnant. What the hell are we going to do? I could honestly say that it had to be Luke's. I hadn't been with anyone else. Oh, I blow Bob occasionally. OK, I blow a lot of guys, but I was enjoying just having Luke fuck me. Well, others fuck me in the ass.

Anyway.

And now I'm pregnant.

Shit.

I did the only thing I could do. I told Luke. He's my soulmate. This is his problem too. Do you know how he reacted?

A combination of excitement and concern. Excitement about a baby that was us. He was freaking excited.

But his overwhelming emotion was concern for me. I appreciated that because I needed someone to take care of me because I am a fucking idiot. I told him I was a fucking idiot, which I am, and he hugged me.

"It happened. Let's go over to Eros and get married right now," said Luke. Wait, what?

"Your family would kill us!" I said. They would. Just flat kill us. Luke laughed.

"Fuck'em. We'll hold a real wedding and reception, but let's do this. I want to be married. Do you?" said Luke. I saw the look of panic on his face and just smothered him with kisses.

"Now you're a fucking idiot too!" I said. "Of course, I'll marry you, but let's not get carried away. We need to take this one step at a time. Do I have an abortion? Do I carry the baby? Do we give it up for adoption?"

"I don't know," said Luke. "We need to decide ourselves what we think is right and then I think there are people to talk to, like Mom and Dad. Right or wrong, we are little kids, and that matters. We need their insight. We can talk to them tomorrow. Right now, we're going to go get married and spend our wedding night at Carlina's hotel in Athens. I've already reserved the Honeymoon suite." How? When? I've been with him since I told him, and he never touched his phone.

"I made the reservations last week," said Luke. "I didn't know why. I just knew I should." Sure, sure. That actually makes sense here.

So, we did. We went to one of the wedding chapels at the casino. Mom and Dad were going to be particularly mad at Luca, because we had him be our witness. Hey, he was already there. I think he's scared of Mom. You know, Amy.

We all are, just a little, including Bob. Maybe not Bob. They're so freaking perfect.

Just like Luke and me.

I love Cassie

I really do. So much. My soulmate. This doesn't change that at all. I'm a responsible guy. I can step up and get a job.

Well I could, but given our family, I don't think it was required. We have money. Lots and lots of money. You can picture me on a bed that is covered in cash and I'm flinging it in the air. Or you could watch the video. It was a Mia project. I'm naked. Shit happens. Oops. Tangent.

But this was a huge decision. I know that Cassie believes it is our decision and I suppose it is, but it is her body. It's confusing though, because we're both against abortion as birth control. We are. We understand the importance of access. We support the decisions that others make in this circumstance, but damn.

I am 8 years old. Cassie is 12 years old.

Parents? Then again, we'll have nannies, and grandparents.

The baby would be Mom and Dad's first grandchild. I'm pretty sure when people envisioned that, it didn't have me as the dad in the vision, now did it? I suppose it isn't true either, is it? OK, that made me chuckle. Luca, who runs all the casinos, was the witness to our wedding. Technically, he is their first grandchild, although it is from marriage. Elena is the second. I suppose it doesn't matter. I'm just a little freaked out.

So, we asked to have dinner with just Mom and Dad. Privately.

I'm pretty sure they knew something was up.

We met them at Carlina's restaurant in Athens. We got through the pleasantries and through ordering.

Then Mom dove in.

"Kids, we're here to help. Maybe this was just a nice dinner with Mom and Dad and if that is all it is, then wonderful," said Mom. "But if it is more, just spill it." I looked at Cassie. Her call. Not mine.

"I'm pregnant. We got married. We're sorry, but we thought it was the right thing to do," said Cassie. "I'm such a fucking idiot."

Mom did the only thing she could. She pulled Cassie off her chair and onto her lap and hugged her.

"You have our entire family behind you Cassie," said Mom. "We're not mad at you and you're not an idiot. Now tell us the story."

So, Cassie did, while still sitting on Amy's lap.

"OK, so where's your head at right now?" asked Dad.

"You're not mad? You're not going to yell?" asked Cassie.

Mom just hugged her tight.

"No dear. You're our daughter. Especially now that you're married. We'll support any decision the two of you make, but in the end, you have to decide," said Mom.

"That's about what Luke said," said Cassie. Mom smiled.

"As he should, Cassie," said Mom. "I'm hopeful he'll share where his head is at first though." She let Cassie go back to her seat and everyone stared at me.

"OK," I said. "If Cassie can carry the baby safely and both she and the baby will be fine, I'd like to have the baby. If she can't, then that's a totally different situation."

"I can. I already had an exam with Angie," said Cassie. I knew that, of course, but Mom and Dad didn't.

"What do you want to do Cassie?" I asked. She burst into tears.

"I want our baby," she whispered.

"It's not like you won't have plenty of babysitters," said Dad. At least that got a smile out of Cassie. God I love her.

We had a wonderful dinner and now that it was decided, we had great fun. Cassie just glowed. I know, that's a cliché, but it is true.

Did I mention how much I love her? We finally were having dessert. We owed a big tip, given how long we'd lingered.

"You know," said Cassie. "Pregnant sex is supposed to be the best." Then she leered at me. Then at Dad. Then at Mom.

Check please!

We did have an amazing night and I'm not talking about the sex. You know that was spectacular. I still can't play with Mom and Dad, but they could play with Cassie. Sometimes you pull up a chair and watch.

And I did. Mom and Dad love Cassie so much. They do.

She is family. I did just realized something. I will be the father of their first biological grandchild before I'm old enough to play with Mom and Dad. Again, technically that might be a stretch too, given Dad used to be my uncle. Is he still my uncle? Can he be my dad and my uncle at the same time? I honestly don't know.

Shit gets confusing.

Mom and Dad are so caring. They actually left!

So, Cassie and I could spend our first married night together. We opened all the curtains, giving us an amazing view of Athens. We made gentle love and fell asleep in our marital bed.

Damn. Our marital bed. In heaven. Any time I am with Cassie, I am in heaven.

Our first grandchild

Amy here. First, that was one hell of a night. Pregnant sex. What can I say? Now don't get confused. If you're picturing me naked and pregnant, more power to you, but I meant Cassie.

Cassie is a bit of an animal. Of course, we left them alone on their wedding night. But we didn't go far. There is another suite on the floor below.

I was still pretty amped up. Bob had already used up five. Front and back, Cassie and me, plus one from the tap. No, six. We both got one from the tap.

Except I kissed mine to Cassie. All cum went to Cassie.

Pregnant, remember? Particularly now that we believe that early exposure to cum, which in the womb, was the single most dominant developmental requirement.

Have ya met Bill and Jessica?

Wait. I need to talk to Angie. Slight diversion. Yes, Bob set a personal record. Two more for a total of eight. Maybe it was a little over the top, but I had Bob cum in a glass both times. Then I covered it with a towel and had it delivered to Cassie and Luke's room. OK, I have to pass the pen.

A little tangent

Cassie here. We heard a soft knock on the door and the words "Room Service". We hadn't ordered anything, but I'll bet Mom did. This is Carlina's hotel, remember, so we didn't need to be bashful. We both got out of bed and opened the door.

Naked. A little cum covered. Luke's cums are growing. Maybe TMI.

We didn't know this guy, but it was a big hotel. He was holding a tray, with a small red towel covering something. Being, well, me, I pulled off the towel. Luke and I laughed, knowing exactly what it was. The delivery dude gasped, clearly knowing exactly what it was.

His gasp turned into a moan when I quickly downed the contents.

I wiped my mouth with my hand.

"Pregnant," I said. He smiled really big. He has gorgeous teeth. Yes, I was noticing his teeth.

"My wife has the same craving!" he said, still smiling.

"Then she'd understand you helping a girl out, wouldn't she?" I said. He stepped in and closed the door.

"Very understanding," he said, starting to undress. Oh boy. Well-defined, little body hair, a nice stiff 7-inch (18 cm) uncut cock.

"I got to your school," he said, to me. "My name is Soren." Then he turned to Luke.

"I'm 16," he added. That was a very fine moan that came from Luke's lips.

OK, mine too. We dragged him into the bedroom and pushed him back on the bed.

Soren used up quite a few. Front, back, back, tap. The first two were me. The third was Luke. The last was Luke.

Oh, you expected me, didn't you? All cum to me. I just got it in one hell of a passionate kiss.

Pregnancy is fun.

Gotta tell the family

Luke here. We got up a little late, but it is Sunday morning, which means the crowds were still at Mom and Dad's. There was always a nice buffet on any day that ended in Y. The buffet followed Mom and Dad around, so you had to check where they were. Others would do breakfast, but if you wanted a breadth of people...

Mom and Dad.

I knew they'd spent the night in the hotel, so I texted Mom to see if they were home yet.

Of course, I texted Mom, not Dad. Don't even roll your eyes. They were home and had managed to corral all our siblings for breakfast.

I can't even remember the last time all the kids were together. Thanks Mom. She did later make a point to tell us that getting all the kids together was Dad's idea.

He's the idea guy.

We headed across the water on a nice Midnight Express 60. The wind in our hair, our fast yacht between our feet, heading to the royal mansion. All with my pregnant wife. My pregnant topless wife.

"Why are you wearing bikini bottoms?" I asked. After all, I was naked and almost everyone at the buffet would be too.

"I saved the last one," she laughed. "Squish, squish. I thought we'd play the Sell me your story."

Oh god, that's a hilarious game. The prize can be anything. In this case, the joy of cleaning out Cassie and then kissing it to her. They would not be short kisses either.

The game is all about each participant selling Cassie on why they should be the one to do the job. Your story can involve anything, and credit is given for the outrageous.

Dad won last time by promising to cum off the upper deck of the Eiffel tower while naked and yodeling.

Delivering on the promise was requiring more complicated permits than Bob expected, but he hadn't given up yet. You really are supposed to make your best effort to deliver, which means your outrageous ideas need to be doable. Extreme, but possible. The current negotiations were for 0300, on a Wednesday in August. Paris is almost empty in August and 0300 is after the late night people and before the early morning people.

There is even a Sell me your story throne. You can also use it to make announcements to the family. If you sat on the throne, you had something to share.

It's starting to sound like a gold toilet, but it is really a throne. It was supposed to be a joke.

Cassie walked in and plopped right down in the throne and waved me over. I ended up sitting on my wife's lap on the throne.

Well, she is still taller than me.

Everybody gathered around. That's what you did.

"Luke and I got married yesterday, I'm pregnant with his child, and we're having the baby," she said, all in one breath. My role was to smile. I'd been in training with Dad. He's got an entire library of smiles that he adds to whatever Mom says. No, seriously. The somber, the ironic, the smirk, the bemused.

I've been in training. My favorite is the smug because it is so hard to do and not overdo. You have to be right on the line. Dad can nail it every time. I'm hit or miss.

Do not ask me why I am discussing smiles. Right now there was a lot of dancing and screaming going on. None more than Jessica and Bill. They simply love babies.

Me too. I hope I'm ready for my own.

We ended up having the best day. We just hung around, mostly chatting. I read a bit while Cassie dozed. All day long, people were coming by to make an offering to Cassie.

You know. Cum. It could be someone with a mouthful, or it could be from the tap, or, pretty frequently, they deposited their donation and then licked it out.

Or I licked it out. Mostly I licked it out. I like cum. I get to kiss it to Cassie. In the process, I can make her cum over and over.

A pleasant afternoon after an insane week.

We're going to have a freaking baby.

I couldn't be happier. Finally, the day wound down a bit and I have to protect my delicate flower. Cassie laughed when I wrote that and came over and stood right against me. My face goes right into her breasts. Her glorious breasts. OK, dear, you made a point. You've had a nice growth spurt and I haven't. Then again, the guys love that my two front teeth are missing, and the girls love my other skills.

That got me a light slap and a laugh.

Then she took my hand and led me out the door and down the beach to our house. We got in bed at 1600 and never left. OK, we had food delivered to the bed and Cassie both blew and fucked the delivery guy. Luckily he was 14, so I blew and fucked the delivery guy. More accurately, he fucked us. Hey, I like it in the ass.

All cum ended up with Cassie. Then we got busy again. And again. Remember that small watery cum? Not so much anymore. I can't explain it at my age. Maybe the cosmos wants Cassie to swallow a lot of my cum. It's tough work but someone has to do it. We fell asleep and didn't wake up until we got a text from Mom.

I've arranged a series of donations. If you're interested, do you want them to come here or your house?

Yes, mom uses proper grammar in all her texts, including question marks. You know her, right?

"What do you think?" asked Cassie. "Here in our home or at the family place. I'm good either way."

"You'll get a lot more unexpected drop-ins there," I said. It's funny. What a weird world. Given what we believe, I want to ensure that Cassie gets bucket loads of cum every day. You pretty much have to be beyond jealousy for your kid's future health. It didn't matter to us, because we're all way beyond jealousy. Maybe that's what you need to attain nirvana. Be free of jealousy.

It sure worked for all of us.

We got up and showered, which was important given we had fallen asleep pretty sticky. It was a long, sensual shower and I made sure to shampoo Cassie's hair. I would do this happily for the rest of my life, every single day.

Somehow that got me a blowjob. Then again, pregnant. Sneezing might have gotten me a blowjob. We dried off and walked down the beach. Funny, we don't spend a lot of time choosing outfits and getting dressed. Shower, dry, leave.

We're a naked society too. Not bashful. No body shaming. Just the way we were intended.

Although I am working on my abs!

I might be on a tangent. Walking on a beach, on a big island in the Mediterranean, from our mansion to our parents' mansion. With my pregnant wife. At 8.

It's a damn good life. We could see there were a lot of people. So many they were spilling off of the enormous back porch onto the beach. Mom doesn't mess around either. If you didn't have a cock, you weren't invited. Oh, there were clearly family exceptions, because I see Grace and Sophia. Nobody was fucking though, which is weird. Sophia saw us coming and I heard her call out to Mom. Mom met us on the edge of the crowd. She was in charge.

"I'll make sure Mom doesn't intrude too much," I thought, to Cassie.

"It's fine. I love her and this is her thing," thought Cassie, to me.

"Hey, that's not fair," said Mom. Well, boundaries time.

"Mom," I said, firmly. "We will need to establish boundaries. We love you and want your help, but you just proved our point. That was a private communication and you know it. You pushed through our block and that's not OK." Oh God. Mom is so adorable when she blushes. Her face doesn't just blush. Her whole body does. Given she was naked, we saw it spread from her chest up through her neck to her face. A nice bright red that matched her hair.

Cassie and I couldn't stop laughing. Stern Mom, arms akimbo, bright red like a sunburn.

OK, she lost it at that point but was still cheating.

Which got another round of crimson.

"It's hard to stop when it is your children," she said, softly.

Well that got her a hug from both of us. Which is how I found myself standing on the sand while Cassie passionately kissed Mom and they each had two fingers just pounding each other. They came so hard they actually sat down on the sand to recover.

We are a loving family. Oh. My cock appears to be in a good spot for Cassie's mouth. Her first from the tap today.

Not her first. First from the tap.

"Now Cassie," said Mom. "Don't overdo. Pick your limits and take lots of breaks. I find eating an occasional saltine cracker really helps keep your stomach settled. To start, I'd do a cracker every two or three loads."

"Should I set a limit for today?" asked Cassie.

"I wouldn't. I'd just go until I didn't want to go anymore," said Mom.

"Is it better if they're all from the tap?" asked Cassie? Wow, that's a wonderful mental image.

"No, for two reasons," said Mom. "That would take a toll on your lips. It would. It's also not efficient. I suggest blowing and fucking simultaneously, with a liberal sprinkling of DP. I would also suggest letting people fuck and suck each other. Kissing it to you is fun and fast. Sophia, Leslie, and a few others are here as a multiplier. If we take loads and they are kissed to you, it is faster. If you want. We don't have to if you want them all."

"Um, all," said Cassie. "There must be four hundred cocks here."

Mom laughed.

"Yeah, you'd run out of time," said Mom, winking at us both. Mom's a sex rock star, for sure.

Who should walk over then to say hi but Dad?

Number one for Cassie. From the tap. On the beach. With Mom tickling his balls. About halfway through, Orlando bent Dad over.

Cassie got load number two in a kiss.

We weren't within 50 meters of their house yet. Look at me. All metric and shit.

We're going to have a baby.

We jumped into a shitshow

Carlina here. I guess I never finished the story about the kids we rescued. In the end, there were over 600 kids.

600. Let that sink in. Somehow we toppled a government too. That was kind of weird. The new president asked, almost begged, for our help.

That's what we do. I will tell you Anahi truly stepped up. She and her kids, Ciro and Lyla, moved into the apartment in Prague. That was a sacrifice for Ciro and Lyla because we don't have a school there, but they wanted to do it. They were commuting a bit and doing online work. We'd make sure it didn't slow them down. Pari jumped in and suggested that it would be a perfect time to fast track a school. She was on it.

The ex-consulate hadn't been occupied yet. Sophia gave it to us, and Chloe jumped in and made it a treatment center and halfway house. It was an incredible transformation. We had psychologists and psychiatrists on staff. We also had a good size medical team. These kids hadn't been getting any medical or dental care. We needed a lot of antibiotics at first if you get my drift.

I'm going to let Pari jump in.

The perfect school

Pari here. I won't bore you with all the details, but we found the perfect school right outside Prague. It was empty and still quite functional. It was already a boarding school and could handle all of the affected kids, plus another 500 locals. That was perfect. We had it up and running as a living space in three days.

Three days. We moved the kids from all over the country into the dorms. We had people on loan from every school around the world. Their colleagues were covering for them so they could help. Most of them brought their families too. That was going to be huge. Even Magda took a leave from Berlin and was the acting school president and actively recruiting. Everyone that was on loan was working to hire and train their permanent replacement.

We get shit done. By the second week we had over half the kids moved in and by the end of that week all of them. Our new friends became the nominal leaders of the group.

We really just wanted to let those that read earlier entries know that all was good. We'll be back.

Six hundred smart kids? Are you kidding? I'd do'em all.

And I just might. 1, 2, 3, 4. OK, we could be here for a while.

The four to start with

A 600 person gangbang? Even if half have cocks, that's 300 cocks. I don't think she'd do that, would she?

She might. She's kind of horny. OK, I got a slap for that which is understandable given she's reading my phone upside down while leisurely bouncing up and down on my cock.

I don't think it helped that I shouted ONE really loud.

Sorry.

But then she laughed and shouted 34. Really? I'm 34? Why wasn't I in the top 5?

"Sometimes you save the best for 34th," said Pari.

Yeah, no. This is Teeg. I guess I never said that. This whole Teeg-Tegan thing is a little weird. I admit I was excited though, beyond being inside gorgeous Pari right now. I must use the word gorgeous more often. That got me a kiss. Twice, since I used gorgeous a second time.

And now a third.

Well she is gorgeous. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.

OK, that got me a slap from Lucinda. After Pari's kisses.

Then Lucinda sat on my face, pointing towards Pari, and all the kisses moved with them. Then again, I was sucking on a gorgeous clit.

Yeah, that one didn't get me anything. And no, I wasn't still managing to type with a gorgeous woman sitting on my face kissing the gorgeous woman sitting on my cock. Lucinda had a massive orgasm and rolled off beside me. I am now lying with my head in a bit of a puddle from her squirt but given there is still a gorgeous woman bouncing on my cock, that's OK.

"One more gorgeous and I get out the whips and ties," said Pari, after catching up on the kisses she owed me.

I looked her right in the eye and smiled.

"Gorgeous," I said, smiling. Shit, she just jumped off the bed. Why did she jump off the bed? She didn't really mean it, did she? Just then I felt my left arm being pulled over my head. Still typing with one hand.

He won't be typing for a bit

Lucinda here. Somebody had to take the story over. I'm not exactly sure what is happening. Teeg is naked on the bed. His arms are tied to the top of the bed. The bed actually has anchors for the scarves. I checked.

All the beds do.

His feet are equally as secured. What I didn't quite understand was the two lines. One line of the sexiest women you have ever seen and another line of men that were equally as sexy. They looked to be all ages. Adults all the way down to some kids that were little. As in 5-year-old little.

Oh. Got it. Everyone that is legal for oral with Teeg. Dude you're going to be busy. Particularly with the guy at the head of the line. I'd seen him already. He's Coach J and runs the PE program. He's here from Robertville. We all know Coach J. He's proud of his 7-inch (18 cm) uncut cock and deservedly so. He appears to be up first. He climbed on the bed and straddled Teeg's chest and offered him his cock. Is that it? Teeg has to get all of these people off? I counted 13 in each line. No, more people just came in.

"Remember," said Pari, standing over him shaking her whip. Seriously, she is now in a leather crotchless panties, fishnet stockings, and garter belts. That's it. I do appreciate that she is still topless. Those puffies, you know.

Ow. Apparently Teeg wasn't being enthusiastic enough with Coach J and just got a swat on his legs by the whip. It left a little pink mark and Teeg jumped. I admit, I knew enough to know that it was a perfect whip mark. It made a small mark that would fade and stung a bit but didn't really injure him.

Pari had practice at this.

Oh, this might not be good for Teeg. Carlina and Tegan just walked in, wearing similar outfits. Carlina is in bright red leather and it looks amazing. Tegan is in, of all things, orange. It shouldn't work, but it does for her. Oh, except she is wearing a strap-on. No, that's not quite right. It's a double-ended dildo. A big double ended dildo. Just then Coach J got off and simply sprayed Teeg. Face, chest, cock. Lots of cum. Then the coach leaned over and did one big lick off Teeg's cock. His cock just throbbed. That had to be painful.

First up in the women's line was a stunning girl of mid-teens, I'd guess. I appreciated that everyone was introducing themselves to Teeg as they climbed on. Maite. So that's Maite. I've read about her. Jesus Christ she's gorgeous. I am now officially jealous of Teeg. Look at the people in those lines.

Maite climbed on, facing Teeg's toes. Tegan walked up and untied his legs. Then she pushed then in the air and Maite held his legs straight up. She even lifted him so that Tegan could put a pillow under his ass.

Oh.

Someone handed Tegan a bottle of lube. Damn the lube boy is sexy AF. Cobb. I found out he is Cobb. Holy fuck just watching was hard. Pari leaned over to say something to me.

"You're the scribe. That means you can preempt anyone that comes to the bed. You see a guy and want a good fuck, just say preempt as they walk up, and they'll shift over to you. You'll have to catch up on the story. Only the scribe can do this," said Pari. Just as she moved back, Tegan slid into Teeg's ass with that giant dildo. She was just pounding him but Maite went off hard. She hopped off and so did Tegan, who retied his legs. That's when I noticed that about a third of the women in the line were either carrying dildos or already wearing them.

None of them were small.

Teeg was enjoying the hell out of this. Just then a huge cock walked up. Sorry, that wasn't a good way to say it. He is one of the biggest black guys I have ever seen. Just in incredible shape, with a huge BBC. I later found out it was a 13-inch (33 cm) BBC, but luckily I found my voice as he walked up.

"Preempt," I squeaked. Yes squeaked. I was excited. He walked up and introduced himself as Lyron and that he was a volunteer to help out for a bit.

"Help me, help me," I said, at least this time in my normal voice. I did notice that another man had taken Lyron's place and was already pumping in and out of Teeg's mouth. The new guy had a BBC too. Almost but not quite as long. At least Teeg wasn't missing out. He said his name was Tupac. He laughed. I think I gave him a confused look.

Anyway.

Lyron got on his knees. Oh God he is good at oral.

Then he slid in. Oh God. It took effort. It took lube. Thanks Cobb! Yes, Cobb liberally applied it for me. Through my first two orgasms.

But it fit. All of it. He was so big and so big and so gentle. He knew the weapon he carried and made sure to be careful. Oh, he didn't hold back, we just made love.

It was spectacular. An incredibly beautiful woman walked up. Blonde, busty, athletic. They smiled and kissed, and you knew.

Soulmates. I didn't see much more because she climbed on board my face. I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all. Their speed increased and just as she let loose with an incredible orgasm and damn near drowned me, Lyron pulled out. His first few shots hit the blonde beauty then the rest went right into my mouth.

Then all of it on the woman dripped into my mouth.

Somehow I ended up kneeling over Maisie doing cleanup while Lyron fucked me.

In the ass. Her name is Maisie. Apparently I screamed that a few times.

Then Lyron filled me right up.

Maisie cleaned me up.

And I'm just the damn scribe.

What a night

It was an incredible night. It really was. We all finally tumbled into bed. Oh, sorry, Luca. We ended up in a room with two queen beds and all eight of us. Our quad and our opposite quad. Do you know what happened that night?

Nothing. We all fell asleep. After all, Teeg...

We woke up mid-morning. We all looked ridiculous. Cum covered, sticky, hair all over the place. Tegan still has so much cum on her chest that you can only see one nipple.

A very nice nipple I might add.

To my surprise, Carlina took charge.

Yeah, you're not surprised.

"Here's the plan," said Carlina. "We're going to go rinse off in the gym and then take a nice jacuzzi together and then come back and spend a few hours fucking."

Well that's the plan! And a damn fine plan I might add.

Carlina led the way and somehow we walked in single file but with our opposites. We walked through the main living area, heading towards the gym. For some reason, people stopped and stared as we walked by. Well, cum covered, etc.

Although the opposites thing was cool, and we hadn't done anything yet. As we left the living area down the hall towards the gym, I realized we had a following. Damn near everyone we passed followed us. Staff. Students. The delivery guy.

Brown shorts, brown shirt, brown baseball cap.

Delivery guy.

They all followed us right into the showers. Everyone, and I mean everyone, stripped, knowing full well they'd get wet even if they were just watching. Carlina stopped and got our group in a circle.

"They all want a show," said Carlina. "Then they want to join in. We can stick to our plan or we could just fuck away in the shower and a wrestling room and see what happens."

With that, she took Carline's hand and pulled him over to a shower. There was a surprisingly large crowd and we all watched. Oh no, we didn't hop in the shower. We wanted to watch too. Carlina got the shower gel and two washcloths. She hung up one and used the other to clean up Carline. She started with his face and gently rubbed it clean. She had him rinse that. Then she scrubbed him from head to toe, except his crotch.

Then she had him sit on a bench and washed his hair. I'll bet half the people moaned. At least two cocks erupted that I saw.

It's pretty sensual. Carline kept trying to get handsy, making Carlina slap his hands away, laughing. Finally, she was done, and they switched. He washed her the same way, skipping her crotch, but did manage to push her through her first orgasm by just washing and washing her nipples. Then he washed her hair. She got handsy too and got the same slaps, to much laughter.

And one more cum. It happened to be the guy next to me and I saw him start to throb. I couldn't resist and dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth.

I almost drowned. That was more cum than I have ever experienced. Andel. His name is Andel. Andel is 7 years old.

He has a 3-inch (8 cm) cock.

Almost drowned.

I stood up, with quite a bit of that cum on my chest and dripping onto my cock, just as Carlina sat down on Carline's cock. Gabe was helping. They're a caring couple.

Carlina is on Carline's lap, facing him, bouncing. Gabe just offered them both his cock.

Well of course he did. What loving husband wouldn't? Gabriella didn't like that and dragged Gabe over to the next shower. That seemed to be the trigger and Lucinda and I took the one on the other side, with Tegan and Teeg next to us. Let's just say we put on a clinic.

What more can I say

Carlina here. This was just a short catchup. We'll be back. The kids elected a student president. You knew it was one of the four.

Lucinda.

I'll let Lucinda come back with stories if she wants, but they're all quite focused on the school and the other kids. Our loaner people started to head home, slowly, as their replacements were trained.

Damn this had sucked, but the kids were thriving.

Yay.

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