The Call - Chapter 119 - Oh Cuba
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What a dick

Chris here. I'm in a weird spot. I'm going to open Cuba back up after the back and forth of the last two administrations. I can't talk about it at all with my family until it is done. The conflict is too huge. Sophia has long talked about how stupid it is that the US has an embargo and she has been investing heavily. Not because she wanted to make money but because it was, well, stupid. She was also going to make a fortune.

The hypocrisy of lots of trade with giant China but none with tiny Cuba is nuts. I had my best negotiator on it.

Carlina.

Who also couldn't talk to anyone about it. Not even Gabe. They were really good about it though. This wasn't their first rodeo. In fact, this should be her pen.


Yep a dick

Hypocrisy was the right word for sure. Asshole fits too. Are ya enjoying prison? Anyway, my job was to negotiate concessions and if agreed we would open up the US and the rest of the world would come in too, although most were already in. Cuba is so beautiful. I've been staying in a gorgeous suite in the Hotel Nacional de Cuba. The discussions were going quite well, and we were down to the proverbial T crossing and I dotting. It would be pretty revolutionary. It started with free elections all the way to the presidency. That had been understood from day one. The controversy was at least token payments for the companies that had been nationalized.

They even agreed to that. The challenge was valuation and, frankly, lack of money. The one thing that the embargo succeeded in doing was making them really poor as a nation. The present valuation of the assets nationalized was modest, at about $3 billion, but they just didn't have it. This is where it was going to be tricky. I had a conflict issue too. Money wasn't my problem. I could pay the $3 billion today. Heck I could have cash flown in. We literally didn't care about that.

They didn't want that. It was a matter of pride. The simplest solution would be for them to sell us, meaning either the US or Dionysus, something worth $3 billion. That's where the conflict came in. I'm a citizen of Dionysus so if it went that way it looked bad. The US didn't have the ability to toss them $3 billion. It would be political suicide.

So, I was structuring it as a loan. Once things settled they could sell shit to whomever they want and repay the loan. That worked. The funny thing is I just got off the phone with our Minister of Finance and asked her to move $3 billion into a numbered account where I could transfer it out. I told her I couldn't tell her why and we might never be repaid but it was a good thing.

Her only response was "OK". I got the notification of the transfer before we hung up. My conversation was with Morgan, of course. I'm also not an idiot. I wasn't giving them a penny. Once it was approved and signed we would transfer the money directly to the firms affected. They would get a little PR and the first opportunity to reenter the market.

The history is actually pretty interesting. When they nationalized the businesses, they did so with an intention of payment. It was the US that were asshats.

Surprise!

But we were all set.

Now all we needed was a signing ceremony. We were stuck on that. Chris didn't want it in Havana for political reasons. They didn't want it in DC for the same reasons. Chris almost gave in because she didn't care about getting reelected but knew when Kyrsten was found it would be an issue. Hell doing this would be an issue.

So, we decided on the New York consulate of the country of Dionysus. The same place the Iran-Israel deal was signed.

Bob and Amy's apartment.

It kind of made me laugh. It was all set for tomorrow. I would personally deliver the Cuban President. He was signing it knowing he might get voted out. I doubt it though. This was a big effing deal.

This is long and a bit boring. Sorry.

Well, except a lot of people were meeting us in New York the day after. Come on. You know us.

All signed. There, we can skip ahead to the fun parts? I guess not quite yet, because there was one interesting development. A member of Congress introduced a bill to return Guantanamo Bay to Cuba, with the intention they would use it to repay the loan from Dionysus. When asked about it, Chris absolutely refused to comment on it and issued a statement to the effect that she had a conflict and she would not participate in any conversation on the subject and that she would not read the legislation. As she put it, if they wanted it, they'd have to approve it with a veto proof majority, because she recused herself.

That's never happened before. Congress and the Senate obliged her, to all of our surprise. The bill passed and this weekend there will be a three-way transfer ceremony where the US passed control to Cuba which immediately passes control to who? Who in the world would they pass control too? Normally it would be heads of state. In Dionysus that is the Prime Minister. In the US it is the President.

They're the same person. Chris.

Who quickly solved the problem by asking her mom and dad to accept on behalf of the kingdom. You know, the Queen and King.

Now it was time to fuck. And I like to fuck.

Chris, Noah, Amy, Bob, Gabe, and me. Yes, Gabe's in the loop now. Chris, Amy, and I started out with a little girl-on-girl-on-girl. You know the bottom/top/doggy style?

Chris on the bottom, Amy on the top, me fucking Amy.

Hard. We both like it.

Next to us, Bob was fucking Gabe, which they both like, and Noah was fucking Bob, which they also like. If we can have girl-on-girl-on-girl...

We were just rolling through orgasms when Bob and Noah pulled out and covered us with cum.

Then Gabe slid his cock in my ass.

Which I also love. A dildo in the front, fucking Amy, and Gabe fucking me in the ass, while Amy licks Chris.

Then it got crazy. Really crazy.

Everybody fucked everybody. A round-robin.

We might need to replace the bed. Yeah, that bad.

Worth. It.


We realized we caused a problem

Not us directly, but our rolling up all the people across all those companies left a mess and we hadn't considered it. This is Rylee. We always seem to be in the middle of these messes. We put the primary wage earner, or at least a contributing wage earner, in prison. Thousands. Tens of thousands.

Leaving behind devastated families. Literally tens of thousands of families, around the world. There were places where we wiped out the incomes of entire neighborhoods. These were people that were used to living in luxury.

Now they can't make their house payment. It's a tough situation, because the vast majority of the spouses just had to know that they were living well beyond their salaries. Way beyond their salaries.

We quickly spun up a program to help. Did I mention the 7,332 families where our efforts put both parents in jail? Yeah, what a mess. We got involved in the process with the social services organizations, across so many countries. We had a proposal ready covering every child in that circumstance.

In 24 hours. Everything didn't happen at once, and we realized the situation early, so we had people in place helping at the time of arrest. Our proposal was to at least temporarily move the kids into our existing schools. We couldn't keep them in their town every time, which was disturbing, but Pari attacked opening new schools with vigor.

Wasn't that a cool sentence? I know, a tough situation, but I love the word vigor.

But we had an unintended consequence. One of the kids sued us. Not because he hated it here. Just the opposite. He loved it. He had an aunt and uncle that wanted custody. What they wanted was money. His parents were all in prison. Dad, step-mom, mom, and step-dad. The kid had access to the money, in our world. In his, his aunt and uncle would, and he wouldn't see a penny.

His aunt and uncle wanted the money, not him, and he damn well knew it. So, I encouraged him to sue us. Yeah, that sounds weird, but we needed US court precedent in this situation. We don't need to mention his family, but his dad was a co-founder of a well-known Silicon Valley giant. That I owned now. The kid is worth billions. I know you read that we picked up things for bargains, and we did, but more corrections for overvaluing than stealing. The kids are rich AF.

So, he sued us and the State of California. Now the simple solution would have been emancipation, but the courts are averse to that with an Thirties-year-old. So, he was suing to be declared a legal adult because he officially lives in the country of Dionysus now. Technically he did. He is a live-in at our campus near Stanford. He was also suing to become a citizen of Dionysus. Hell, we were fine with that and had his passport already printed. We just needed the court's imprimatur. I'm just rocking the cool words today. I'd just arrived at court and stepped through the railing and taken my spot. I was with the counsel for the State of California. They'd sent a slightly smarmy guy in his forties. I don't know whether he is arrogant and their best or arrogant and their worst. What did California want?

I was representing the kingdom and no, I didn't suddenly graduate from law school. That would be cool though. I wonder how fast I could do it? Nah. Maybe. Hmm. Morgan did recently.

Eli is being represented by Blake. Yeah, our Attorney General. Well, we wanted him to win. The bailiff told us all to stand up and we did. In came the judge. All we knew was that he had given modest money to both Republican and Democratic candidates early in his career. Who knows?

"Let me clear up representation," said the judge. "I understand the state, but don't understand anything else. Rylee, you're representing the country of Dionysus but you're not an attorney. What are you?"

We'd talked, at length, about my response to this question. Somehow responding that I owned trillions in businesses, including the company for whom both his parents worked and at which they were arrested, didn't feel right.

"Just a citizen of Dionysus, your honor," I said. "Trying to help out."

"Is this a plan to position you for appeal?" he asked.

"We're not that devious, your honor," I said. "We're prepared to award him citizenship and adulthood as soon as the court rules. I brought his passport."

"You are?" said the judge.

"Yes, for all the affected children of any age," I said.

"And Blake. You're the attorney general of Dionysus and you're representing the child," said the judge. "Why?"

"No offense, your honor, but I'll just echo Rylee's comments. That's the outcome we prefer," said Blake.

"And the state of California's position?" asked the judge.

Smarmy dude used a lot of words. About half of them were large, complicated, used wrong, and mispronounced.

He could have summarized with we don't want the kids.

"How many children are affected nationwide?" asked the judge.

"12,498," said the state's attorney.

"And the country of Dionysus understands they would be picking up all the costs," said the judge. "Can you represent them?"

"Yes, your honor, but for simplicity, I am personally guaranteeing the cost of their care," I said. Surely he doesn't live in a cave.

He lives in a cave. I should mention that everyone in the courtroom wasn't being this informal and calling us by our first names. That's just always the way we have written the journal.

Except for Chris.

"You're a child yourself," said the judge. "What you just said is not possible."

Ah crap.

"Your honor, I am a legal adult and the owner of a number of revenue generating firms," I said. "I can comfortably cover their costs."

He wasn't buying it. It is over 12,000 kids. I get it. He was going there.

"What kind of revenue generating businesses?" he asked. "Give me examples."

The council had discussed this and there was no way around it. I had to be honest.

"Examples would include Microsoft, Samsung, and Apple," I said. "And the Bank of America."

"You own those personally," said the judge.

"Yes, your honor, among others," I said.

"And the state attorney knows her statements to be fact," asked the judge.

"Yes, your honor. Rylee has provided us with audited financial records for review," said the attorney. He's doing better than I feared.

"May I see those?" he asked. The state's attorney handed a file folder to the bailiff who took it to the judge. We'd made them simple on purpose. He reviewed them for a few minutes and then looked up.

"Am I reading it correct that you have 100% ownership and have taken them private?" asked the judge.

"Yes, your honor," I said.

"So just skimming here, you're personally worth over $11 trillion," said the judge. The crowd reacted as you would expect.

"Are you the richest person in the kingdom?" he asked. I really wished he would stop.

"No, your honor," I said. "Anticipating the next question, I am likely in third or maybe fourth. There is some disagreement on one valuation."

"Oh, I have to ask. I just do," said the judge, with a smile. Yeah, I would have asked too.

"We're trying to establish whether landing a scout drone on another planet establishes ownership of the planet. That's complicated by confusion on who would own it. The country? The inventors of the tech? The person that launched the drone?" I said.

"Well sure, scout drones on other planets," said the judge. "I admit I am aware of the technology, but really? How many planets?"

"Habitable, roughly 4,000, although growing," I said. "If you include all planets, habitable or not, it is well over 300,000."

"So, someone in the kingdom, or the kingdom, might own 300,000 entire planets?" he asked. I looked at Blake.

"Sorry to interrupt and respond, but I am the Attorney General of Dionysus and recently ruled on the topic, with concurrence of the UN. We believe they are owned by the country, which provided the resources. That would vest ownership to the Queen and King," said Blake.

"Which puts you to third," said the judge.

"Yes, your honor," I said. "If you count Amy and Bob as one. Otherwise fourth. Belen, who owns all car manufacturers and more, is above me."

"How old are you?" he asked. He shouldn't, but we didn't care.

"I am 15," I said.

"And how old is Belen?" he asked.

"11," I said.

"You people are strange. Will you at least commit to keeping all the children on this planet?" he asked, jokingly. I tried treating it as a joke and not answering. I didn't want to answer. He caught it.

"You don't want to answer," he said. "Wow. I gotta make you. I do."

"We anticipate a day where interplanetary travel is common," I said. Like today. Or last month.

"And that absolutely does not surprise me," said the judge. "The court approves the plan for Dionysus citizenship. We're done."

With that, the bailiff told us to all rise, and we did.


Holy fucking shit

I am rich. I am an adult. I am a citizen of Dionysus. That's interesting and all.

What matters is that Rylee invited me to a celebration in LA. Where all the kids are moving. Including me.

Rylee did. Oh God please tell me the rumors are true and I have a shot at Rylee. Now at the time, I knew nothing about this journal, but I have my own journal. Once she told me about it, a quick cut and paste.

Rylee suggested I just ride with her and Blake. Well sure. Blake is sexy as fuck too. Yeah, bi. I think I'll fit in well, don't you? Rylee said I could live anywhere, given I am an adult and rich but suggested finishing school with the other kids. Right?

Every Thirties-year-old boy's dream. I guess I should mention my name is Eli.

I rode in the back and Blake and Rylee were in the front. It's not that far when your car flies.

The freaking car flies. I know, they're out there. The whole world knows. They're not common and I sure haven't been in one. Rylee turned in her seat. God, Rylee in profile is spectacular.

"So ya like the profile, huh?" asked Rylee. "It's the tits, isn't it?"

Then she pulled down her top and showed me her tits. I admit, I had to close my eyes for a minute. I'm Thirties. Cumming in my pants would have been embarrassing.

"No, it wouldn't," said Rylee. "We take it as a compliment. That first one usually goes to waste anyway. Someone will blow you to get it out of the way."

"I will," said Blake. "If there is an interest."

I think I lost my voice briefly.

"Oh no," said Blake. "I scared him off."

"No, you didn't," I croaked. "I'd like that. I've never..."

"Never what?" asked Rylee. "Be honest. Tell people what you want. Your fantasy. It will likely come true."

"I'd like to lose my virginity to you," I said. I said it!

"Sure," said Rylee. "I simply love virgins. You'll need to pick a coach. Someone that you admire that can be there to steady you. Anyone you've dreamed of as your second. Or your first for something else?"

"Orlando. And Grace," I said. My voice was a little better this time.

"Excellent choices," said Blake. "You can ask them when we land. I'm sure they'll agree. Orlando is too large to be your first though. If you want to learn how to take it in the ass, you should pick someone younger. Luke would be a great choice."

"Isn't Luke 8?" I asked.

"Yeah, but he's damn good at it," said Rylee. "He's a fun choice for DP. Very talented."

"DP?" I asked, choking a bit.

"Are you asking because you don't know what it is or that you're surprised I like it?" asked Rylee. "Either is fine, I just don't know how to answer."

"The second," I choked out. They both laughed.

"Hell, she loves it when I fuck her in the ass. I've got a great ass cock. Not your first, but close," said Blake. "Don't let us overwhelm you. Just be direct and be polite. Say please. I'll give you an example, but who is your next choice after Rylee?"

"Next choice?" I said.

"Dude, if you want to, we'll wear you out," said Rylee. "This is a celebration. I'd suggest your first be to Blake's oral talents, then me, then let Luke fuck you. Then I'd go with Ruby, which will be transcendent, then Amy, which will be equally transcendent. That's four. What's your normal limit?"

"I don't know," I said, honestly. "The most I've done jacking off was eight in an evening."

"Eight?" they both shouted. Blake yelled "jinx" and I watched them damn near maul each other. Rylee's shirt was around her waist and Blake sucked her nipples until she had an orgasm.

Then she left her shirt down and turned back to me.

"Well, then I'd suggest number five is a threesome with Leslie and Chris," she said. Surely she is joking. Chris is the President of the freaking United States.

"Yes, she is," said Blake. "Which means she is not getting nearly enough sex. This is a rare chance to get away and she will make use of it. Hell, she'll probably call a gangbang."

"Gangbang?" I choked out. I need water. Rylee pointed at a cabinet door and I opened what turned out to be a refrigerator. Inside were small Tervis tumblers full of water.

"It happens a lot. But again, are you surprised she would call a gangbang or don't know what it means?" asked Rylee. "Hey, one of your choices should be to fuck my tits. No, wait, Morgan. Morgan's tits. You really need to fuck Morgan's tits."

"Well, of course, if I'm going to fuck tits, Morgan would be an outstanding choice," I said, jokingly.

"I know you're joking," said Blake. "But seriously, it is an experience. I fucked her tits and Julia's back-to-back recently. Both amazing, but slightly different. You have so many choices and your entire life to experience them."

"Entire life?" I said, almost choking a bit. "I thought this was just to spring me from my Aunt and Uncle. I thought I'd just be going on my way."

"Well, you can," said Rylee. "But why? You still need school. Go back to Stanford or pick another school around the world. Build yourself a nice mansion and spend your free time fucking. That's pretty much what the rest of us do. I sure hope you don't mind watching people have sex. They'll kind of be everywhere. For now, though, everyone is going to the new school."

"I'm Thirties," I said. "What do you think my response would be?" They both started laughing.

"You know," said Blake. "We suggested you fucking pussies. Do you have a favorite ass in the kingdom? Man or woman.

"Sophia," I said. Like that would happen.

"Outstanding choice," said Rylee. "She has an amazing ass. Although I think mine is OK." With that, she got on her knees in the seat and pulled down her pants. I am now looking at Rylee's amazing ass. Now she is spreading her legs and pulling her pussy apart. I don't know why, but I got on my knees and pulled down my pants and positioned my cock against her pussy. She looked over and shoulder and laughed.

"If you want this to be your losing your virginity story then slide it right in," said Rylee.

It seems like a good story to me. I pushed a little and slid right in. It was awkward and wonderful.

"Don't mess up the leather," said Rylee. "Cum in me. You should your first time anyway. Then I'll teach you cleanup."

Cleanup?

"It's where you lick and suck all your cum from her pussy and kiss it to her and others. Like me," said Blake.

Well I do like cum.

"Great! There is always plenty of cum to lick and suck," said Blake. I'm just ignoring that they're answering questions I didn't say out loud.

We landed while I was in mid stroke and the door opened and Queen Amy watched as I came, hard, in Rylee.

"Oh, please tell me he is a virgin. This would be a top 5 virginity story in the kingdom. First time in a flying car with Rylee," she said. "That would also be a great variation on Clue."

I finally finished up and expected Rylee to pull up her pants, but she didn't. She took them off and got out.

"Come on," said Rylee, taking my hand and pulling me out of the backseat. She'd shed her top too and was naked. I had a choice of pulling up my pants or pulling down my pants, but Queen Amy answered the question. She dropped to her knees and helped me take off my shoes and socks and step out of my pants and underwear. Did I mention she is naked?

"May I please clean you off?" she asked, still on her knees. I assumed she meant a towel, so just nodded.

And she just engulfed my cock in her mouth. Licking me clean.

"Is this your first blowjob?" asked Rylee. I am confident I turned bright red.

"Let me clarify," said Rylee. "From a woman. We all assumed you'd been sucked and sucked another guy. Who hasn't by Thirties?" Suddenly a tiny girl dropped to her knees next to Queen Amy. I mean small. Young.

"My turn Mom," she said, and Queen Amy stood up. The girl looked up at me.

"May I please?" she asked, and I somehow croaked out permission. To do anything she wanted. She freaking swallowed me. All the way down her throat. I am in heaven. She got me close several times and then stopped, to moans from me.

"Don't worry," said Rylee. "It gets better."

The girl, who has to be Princess Jessica, pulled me through the house and out the back and pushed me back onto a lounge. There were people everywhere and freaking airliners landing and unloading more people. All kids. All. Kids.

Jessica climbed up my legs, lifted my cock, and freaking slammed herself down on it. My God she is tight.

"I have an exception for the weekend," she said. "Mom thought I'd enjoy all the new cock."

"Well sure," I said. I was getting close and she lifted up and off and used my cock to drench herself, me, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I got up on my knees and started licking. She coached me and I must have followed them reasonably well because she was just bouncing. I felt hands on my ass and turned my head. A boy of 8 or so was there, with a container of lube.

"I understand you'd like to try this?" he said.

"Hold on," said Ruby. She moved around and slid under me, leaving me staring at her wet pussy. Then she swallowed my cock, just as Luke slipped in.

So, let's sum it up, if for no other reason than I need to avoid thinking about Ruby sucking my cock or I'll cum.

I fucked Rylee, got a blowjob from Amy and then Jessica, fucked Jessica, licked Ruby to orgasm, which I am continuing to do, and am getting a blowjob from Ruby while Luke fucks me in the ass.

Just an average day.

"It is now," said Ruby, as she slid out from under me, to a loud moan from me.

"Don't worry, it gets better," said Ruby. She turned around and got on her knees and moved backwards.

On to my cock. I am now fucking Ruby while Luke fucks me. I felt, more than saw, movement and a cock appeared near my face. Being reasonably bright, I sucked it in and down my throat, to Rylee's laugh.

"You're good at that," said Rylee. "So far, you're good at everything. You'll be popular this weekend. Then again, you have almost 13,000 choices."

Say what?

"We invited all our new citizens," said Rylee.

All of them. 12,498.

"12,497," said Rylee. "You're not going to fuck yourself. No, wait, you're right. At some point you'll probably masturbate. Hell, that would be an impressive circle jerk."

Suddenly there was cum flying everywhere. Just everywhere. Most of it on me. OK, all of it on me, including mine. Ruby pushed me on my back. Oh God, Ruby is going to clean me up. She stood up and laughed.

"Not me," she said, just as a young boy and girl, not much bigger than Jessica, walked up.

"We're Nylah and Colby," said the young woman. "We're your clean up team." Which somehow ended up with Colby bouncing up and down on my cock, facing me, while I played with his cock.

"You know you're all going to kill me," I said. They laughed.

"No, we won't," said Jessica, who climbed up on the lounge. She knelt over me, putting her pussy in my face, and sucked Colby's cock into her mouth, just as a small cock slipped into her. I know because I can lick them both.

And did. Again, cum went flying, but I am wiped out. Just dead.

"You need one more cleanup, then a good application of suntan lotion, then a nap," said King Bob. Freaking King Bob. Standing next to Queen Amy, with their Minister of Education standing between them. I go to their school. I know who Pari is.

"Fell free to pick any of us, if there is an interest," said Pari. I have to choose? How do you choose? Then another young woman walked up who I just idolize.

Nan. She laughed.

"I think my timing was right," she said, climbing onto the lounge. I felt like a cat was giving me a bath.

It. was. amazing.

When she was done, she took my hand and walked me over to an outdoor shower. She had me sit down on the bench and she and Nylah washed me. Scrubbed me all over.

Then King Bob walked over.

"Do you want to do the shampoo?" asked Nan and Bob nodded.

I have just experienced so damn much and the best of it all might have been his shampoo. His fingers were strong, but not too strong. I sat there and the shampoo went on for a while. He had moved around to the front and I opened my eyes. His rock hard cock was right in front of me.

"Feel free, if you're in the mood, but no pressure," he said. Which is how my last sexual act before I took a nap was to blow the King. He suggested I swallow since I was clean.

"Hold up," said Pari, as she walked up, still naked. "Keep it in your mouth and kiss it to me." That was enough for Bob to erupt. Some spilled out the edges, but I caught most of it and Pari leaned in for a kiss.

One hell of a kiss.

I miss my parents. I do. But damn. Dionysus good.

Now I'm sounding like Fred Flintstone. Pari walked back over and took my hand.

"Is it possible to be in love with everyone?" I asked and she laughed.

"Oh yes," she said. "We all are. Seriously. We get a lot of shit done. We're good for the world. We have absolutely nonstop sex. I know you go to our school, but that's just a lot of sex. Living in Robertville? It's another level. I was out for a jog yesterday when I realized a cute young man was going to cross my path. When he did, I dropped beside him and maintained the pace. We introduced ourselves and as we passed the park, he asked if I'd like to stop and fuck. Well duh. He took me doggy-style on a park bench. The park bench was at the little kiddie playground. By the time we were done, we were surrounded with kids watching. And coaching."

"He needed a little coaching," she added. "But he was a good listener. I jogged back home, and Bob fucked me for sloppy seconds and then Tomas took thirds and cleaned me out. He's good at it."

"And that was just an average day. No surprises," I said.

"I won't got that far," said Pari. "Oh, who am I kidding. I visit schools all the time and visit every wrestling room. Hey, you're hard again. May I?"

Like I was going to say no. It turns out my last sexual experience before I passed out for a nap was Pari bouncing on my cock. She coached me on how to play with her nipples and clit. Then she showed me how to time sliding two fingers in her ass just as she had an orgasm.

I did not anticipate the outcome would be an orgasm that powerful. Pari, for sure, but her spasms just sucked the cum out of me. A lot of cum.

Then she laid down on my chest and we both fell asleep, with me still inside her.

I am enjoying Dionysus.

We woke up after a short nap and Rylee said it was time to head to school. I have no idea what she means, but I will follow Rylee anywhere. You know everyplace better than I do, I think. We were at their LA house and were now going to their LA island.

Which apparently is a thing.


My turn to run the show

This is a bit of a logistical nightmare to manage 12,498 new people. We realized we couldn't get them all into apartments at schools because we didn't have enough empty apartments, even if we doubled and tripled them up. The solution was Berry's idea, although it was obvious to me. You see, Julia and Bob decided it was time to open up Gamma LA, on the island. The entire complex is done, just hadn't opened. So, they put a hold on opening it and we're turning it into a school for a bit. I'm sorry, I neglected to introduce myself. My name is Chip. Don't worry if you don't remember me. You might remember my sister Shelby. We're from Indianapolis. I work for Shelby, who works for Morgon, who works for Pari. This is my first entry and I am going to take us down a tangent, at Morgon's suggestion. She said that fun tangents are OK, and she told me to put fun in italics.

You see, I was just hanging out at Shelby's house one day. I have my own room and honestly spend more nights there than with my parents. Come on. Shelby. And her friends. I love Mom and Dad, but come on, Shelby and her friends. Yeah, I said that twice. I love Shelby and we have incredible sex, but we're pretty sure we're not soulmates. Just STF. Siblings that fuck.

It is a thing.

So back to the story that is a tangent in the story. I heard Shelby shout my name and walked back towards her bedroom. This feels like the opening of a Penthouse Forum article. Hell, this entire journal could be a Penthouse Forum entry. Nah, too much character development. Anyway. I walked into Shelby's room and on the bed were Shelby, Morgon, Berry, and Pari. Sitting crisscross. Naked.

"Come sit down," said Morgon, patting the spot next to her on the bed. Then they all laughed.

"The disappointment on your face was hilarious," said Pari. "Don't worry. First talk, then fuck. We'll wear your ass out."

I sat down, and they all looked at my cock for a bit. Morgon looked at me and licked her lips. Then Shelby looked at me and then licked Morgon's lips.

"That wasn't as sensual as I'd hoped," said Shelby.

"Yeah, no," said Morgon.

"So, here's the deal," said Shelby. "We have a mess we're trying to fix. We have 12,498 kids with no place to live. We need a place for them to live and a school built. And we need it tomorrow."

"No problem," I said. "Gamma LA is done, but not set to open for a bit. Drop them all there, parachute in teachers, and you've got a school with enough space for everyone. You'll need staff, but I can't imagine that would be hard. Most are hired. Just start the shuttle."

"When will you be done?" asked Morgon.

I thought about it for a bit.

"I can be ready to house them tomorrow," I said. I'd been involved in the project. I was the deputy project manager. "I'll need help recruiting staff and teachers. I'd suggest we get volunteers from every existing school to rotate in and out, for assignments of reasonable length. Staff too. Then we hire."

"We're dropping them all in your lap by 1500 local. Be ready to feed and clothe them," said Pari. That's when I climbed off the bed.

"Hey," said Morgon. "We offered to fuck your brains out."

"And you will," I said. "Just not right now. I need to head to LA."

Shelby laughed and then Pari, Berry, and Morgon did too.

"We had a bet," said Shelby. "I said you'd realize you needed every minute and would go without fucking us. They said you couldn't do it. I love you, bro. We'll all make it up to you." I laughed.

"That was part of the equation," I said. "You'll all try extra hard when we do."

"That's not true," said Morgon. "We don't have more to give. We put it all into sex every time."

"Point taken," I said. "But it will be fun!" They laughed and I headed to LA.

Darn it. Did I mention we were in Robertville? That's a lot of time zones. Oh, and you might remember that I put fun in italics. And yet I'm leaving for LA. I didn't say I left alone. They all went with me. Naked.

The good news is that when we got there, almost nothing needed to be done. I'd messaged Jessica what I needed, particularly staff, and as we landed an E-111 was just leaving and there were a dozen more waiting to land in its place.

I'd messaged Jessica 9 minutes ago. We got off and walked over to Jessica, who was standing there with a clipboard. Also naked, but hey. I just pointed at the planes hovering all around us.

"I anticipated a time when we would need an emergency school," said Jessica. "I recruited people that could come immediately. It's not as many people flying in as you think. The hiring was all done for the resort. I just notified every hire that if they could start today I would pay them a $25,000 bonus and would pay the same to their previous employer. We had former employers dropping them off at the ferry."

"Wow," I said. "So, is there anything you need to do right now?" She turned and looked at me and the four women I am with.

"Nothing that can't wait," she said. She took off at a brisk pace and took us around the main resort building. Right in front of us was a weird kidney bean shaped area. A big one. We almost ran onto it. I knew what it was, but none of the others did.

"Oh my god!" said Pari. "You built an outdoor wrestling room." I laughed.

"Yeah," I said. "This one was my idea." Pari leaned over and ran her hands on the surface. Pari leaned over facing away from me. With her legs spread a little apart. Naked. Then she wiggled her ass.

OK then. I slid right in and Pari put her hands flat onto the surface to brace herself. She is freaking limber.

"There is something on the surface. It's really light and has a light fragrance." She lifted her right hand to her nose, while holding herself up with the other hand.

She's strong too.

"What is this?" she asked. "I like it. It feels amazing."

"Suntan lotion," I said. "Nano-based." She started laughing, which vibrated all the way through her body. Guess what happened. I pulled out and the other four were in a semicircle.

Right in my blast range, so to speak.

"Leave it," said Jessica. "We have things to do." Sure. Let's do them while cum covered. That's when Jessica used her finger to take a big swipe of cum off Morgon and licked it off her own finger.

Even better. Let's walk around while cleaning each other off. No, really, let's do. As soon as we were off the surface, we heard a noise and turned back. I'm the only one that was expecting it. A door in a low building opened and out shot what looked kind of like Roombas. They scurried over and one of them sprayed and scrubbed the spot where we had been. The second one dried it and then the first one sprayed on more lotion. Then they scurried back into their little building.

"Your idea?" asked Pari and I just smiled. "You're retrofitting every wrestling room we have. Starting with the ones in our houses."

"Houses are already done," I said. "Schools are in progress."

"It's fun to watch," said Morgon. "But they wait until no one is on the floor? They'll never run."

"Only when there is light usage," I said. "If it is heavier usage, they're just buzzing around while you're fucking." I looked at my watch.

"We have time," I said. I pulled Jessica back onto the mat.

"Alexa, wash and dry Jessica," I said. "Just stand still. Trust me." Jessica just stood there, smiling. All gorgeous and shit. A slightly larger pair of robots zoomed out. An arm shot out of each of them, holding a washcloth. Alexa told her when to bend and turn and very gently washed her face. Then it squirted shampoo in her hair and the two arms washed and rinsed her hair. Finally, it was done, and she was sparkling.

"Would you like us to bring you off before drying you?" asked Alexa. Jessica's eyes went wide.

"Yes please," she said, in the most gutteral voice. The arms retracted and came back out. One went straight to her clit and we heard the telltale buzz. The other had a mitt on and started rubbing her nipple.

"Lamb's wool," I said. Jessica didn't last long, and just drenched the mat, both robots, and me. Most soaked in almost instantly and the mat was almost dry. Lawrence had invented that. One robot came out with another washcloth and scrubbed Jessica's pussy. Pretty vigorously. Resulting in another drenching. It was gentler the second time. The other came over and sprayed me off and dried me and then went back and dried Jessica. We stepped off and watched for a moment as the two robots cleaned each other off. After a bit both of the robots just vibrated for a bit and then they scooted back to their building.

It sure looked like the robots had an orgasm.

That was my idea too.

I suppose I could stop here, but tonight was the big staff party.

I'll bet you want to hear about the staff party. I'll come back to that.


Back from the tangent

That was a little long, so I'll bring you back. This is still Chip. The tangent was yesterday, as was the staff party. I promise, we'll come back to that. Back to real-time, Rylee and Blake just got out of a plane, with a young man that I knew was Eli.

Everybody knew he was Eli. I saw Rylee stop and put her hands over her ears. I didn't know why, but she did, so I did, and Blake did too. Eli looked back and forth between them, curious, just as it hit.

The cheer of 12,497 students. I watched how startled he was and then he slammed his hands over his ears.

It was loud. Then the chant started.

"Eli. Eli. Eli," they chanted. Finally, Rylee held up her hand, to no avail. She laughed and peeled off her top.

Silence.

Hey, tits. We're focused.

Rylee laughed again and pulled on her top. The chant started back up, louder than ever. She whipped the top off and they all stopped, after just getting the E out.

Except for a young girl near the front. She said the full Eli, immediately followed by oops.

Now the entire crowd is laughing. Rylee shimmied out of her skirt, leaving her naked.

Quiet again. Hell, the people more than a few rows back didn't even know why they were starting and stopping, but they were good rule followers. I think Rylee realized this, because she turned and climbed back up the stairs of the plane to the top step. We all saw her amazing ass and you could hear more than 12,000 people take a sharp intake of breath.

Then she turned around, and stood, arms akimbo.

The moan actually shook the Earth. I looked and seismologists registered a 2.1 quake centered on the island.

Rylee didn't believe me. I made a bet that if I won, she'd ride me cowgirl, on stage, at tonight's welcome party, wearing only a cowboy hat, while waving her right arm in the air and yelling "ride'em cowboy".

I am looking forward to her fulfilling the bet.


Why are they chanting my name?

What the fuck. I just got off the plane with Rylee and Blake and there are thousands of people chanting my name. This is a little overwhelming. I turned to Rylee, who laughed.

"You like it when I laugh," said Rylee. "It makes my tits jiggle."

"Why yes, I do," I said. "I believe that every human likes it when your tits jiggle."

"That was an oddly weird and surprisingly successful compliment," said Rylee. Laughing again. Which made her laugh even harder.

Oh hell, I just enjoyed the show.

That's when Chip's description kicked in. Right now, she's on the top step of the stairs, naked, and frankly, we're all just enjoying it. She laughed.

These moans might fracture the earth.

She pointed at me and hooked her finger. I climbed up and stood on the step below her. It made us about the same height.

"May I kiss you please?" she said. I cracked my head on the door when I nodded, which is why I found myself with Rylee hugging my head into her breasts. I might suffocate, but I don't care. She finally let me stand back up, to my disappointment.

She leaned in for the kiss, after taking my hands.

And freaking putting them on her breasts. She immediately clamped her hands over her ears. It's going to hurt. I know it is going to hurt.

I don't care. I am not moving my hands. Rylee gave me a kiss and slid her tongue in my mouth. My god I'm hard. I'm afraid. Oh boy.

And then she broke the kiss. She leaned in close.

"No way I was going to waste one," she said.

Oh boy.

"I still don't understand why they're chanting," I said.

"There are over 12,000 kids that were in foster homes this morning. Now they are standing at a giant Gamma resort where sex is not only allowed, it is abundant. You will all also be in our schools, for now right here on the island. This is because of you. You reunited over 3,000 families," said Rylee.

"I didn't do anything," I said.

"Yes, you did. You reached out. You were the first. This was all because of you," said Rylee. "That also means you're in charge. You're the President of the school and the mayor of Eliville."

I admit I laughed, which made Rylee laugh.

I may never stop laughing.

Rylee waited me out.

"I'm freaking Thirties!" I said. She waited some more. That isn't much of an argument, now is it.

"So, this is Dionysus soil," I said. Rylee nodded. Nods are nice too, especially when her arms are under her breasts.

"And all the rules of Dionysus apply," I said. Another nod. God.

"And all the ridiculous rumors about 5-year-olds, and 7-year-olds, and 9-year-olds are true," I said. She nodded again, a little more vigorously. I'm pretty sure she knew that made her breasts shimmy. It is glorious.

I turned around and pointed at the girl that let my full name slip and waved her over. Damn she is freaking adorable, even if she is younger. A little Hispanic girl. She is more than adorable. She's gorgeous. Stunning.

Lights up the sun. Rylee almost let a snort out but appeared to catch herself.

"Hi," she said, when she ran up. "I'm Xiomara. It is such an honor to meet you both." Me? An honor. Just rollin' with it.

"I'm still learning the rules, so bear with me," I said. "If I am out of bounds, I apologize in advance. Xiomara, may I ask how old you are?"

"I'm 8," she said.

"OK, thank you," I said. "If there is an interest, I would love to spend a passionate evening with you both, within your defined boundaries. Please."

"Well, he did say please," said Xiomara. Which made Rylee laugh. We both just watched.

"Yes, he did," said Rylee. "I'm inclined to agree, how about you?"

"Well, you're both gorgeous, kind of my heroes, and I am horny as hell," said Xiomara. "So sure, I'm in. For you both, I have no boundaries. And I just love to get fucked."

Well that did not go as I expected, but the outcome is quite joyous.

"Quite joyous?" asked Rylee.

"What outcome did you expect?" asked Xiomara. "You're cute, we live in Dionysus, and damn, Rylee."

"You're both going to love it here," said Rylee. "I am sorry for the circumstances though."

I laughed and so did Xiomara.

"I barely saw my parents," said Xiomara. "I was raised by a series of nannies, who I love dearly, but I really don't feel anything for my parents. Now I live in paradise and am pretty fucking rich."

"Yeah," I said. "What she said."

"Cool," said Rylee. "But we're unbalanced. We need at least a couple more cocks. Anyone that interests you both?"

"Amai and Luke," I said, just as Xiomara did. The same two.

"Jinx," said Xiomara. What the fuck do I do now? She waved me down to the ground. We were still standing on the stairs. Then she pushed me down onto the grass and laid right on me. She took both my hands and put them on her ass. Then she kissed me.

I'm not that inexperienced, but damn, that was the best kiss I've ever had in my life. Off the charts. Incredible. I might have to marry this girl. She pushed herself up on her arms, which put her face about six inches from mine.

"I accept," she said. Rylee laughed again.

"Soulmates," she said. "Cool. Maybe a little jealous, but cool."

"Did I just get engaged?" I asked.

"Well, you did ask," said Xiomara.

"I didn't say a word!" I said.

"Yes, you did," said Xiomara, inside my fucking head.

Oh. I'd read about this.

I think I'm engaged. And the mayor of Eliville.

Seriously? They named it Eliville?

"But we have to wait a bit," said Rylee. "There is a cookout on the beach."

"We're not waiting," said Xiomara, in a slightly scary voice. She pointed at the grass and Rylee laughed and laid down. Then Rylee and I watched Xiomara do a striptease. A quite wonderful striptease. She may be 8 and not have much going on yet, but she is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I've seen Amy, Ruby, and Rylee naked.

"You're sweet," said Xiomara. "But a bit of an idiot. I'm not Rylee, Amy, or Ruby beautiful."

"You are," said Rylee. "To Eli."

I would swear she said "and to me" under her breath.

Xiomara kneeled over Rylee, backwards, and started going down on her. Xiomara wiggled her ass.

"May I please fuck you?" I asked. Xiomara looked back.

"Dude, we're engaged, you can do absolutely anything you want, any time," said Xiomara.

Well sure. My fiancé. And do you know what? I think it is amazing.

Particularly when I slid in. I started gently stroking and realized we had an audience.

I tried my best. Which seems to have been pretty good. Between Rylee and me, Xiomara was over quickly and stayed there. I lasted forever and finally had an amazing orgasm. Xiomara wanted me to cum in her.

Which I happily did. She hopped up and pulled on her panties.

And only her panties.

Squish squish. That's when I realized that everyone around us had undressed and a surprising amount of them were fucking.

I like my town. Xiomara took my hand, which I freaking loved. That got me a smile. Damn she has nice teeth. That made her laugh. Damn she's cute when she laughs, which got my hand a squeeze.

Did I mention that between the three of us, Xiomara, Rylee, and me, Xiomara's panties are the only article of clothing? We got to the beach and had to go past a big table.

"Hi," said the young woman behind the table. "We're here to apply sunscreen." And she did, along with several other people. Quite liberally. Making sure every single spot was properly covered.

Which apparently includes ensuring my cock is hard when she lotions it up.

"Nah," she said. "I just like it."

Point taken.

I'm a bit worn out, so I won't narrate the beach party. Let's say it was awesome. Waverunner, parasailing, and cookout on the beach. It was amazing, made better by being with Xiomara and Rylee.


Well I do like cowgirl

Well it is time. You lose a bet and you pay it off. Seriously. No one, and I mean no one, would go back on a bet in Dionysus. Hell, if you lost a bet and had to cum off the Eiffel tower, you would freaking cum off the Eiffel tower.

I did have a courier bring me a cowboy hat. I don't normally travel with a cowboy hat. I have never worn a cowboy hat. It is a very nice cowboy hat. I wore it around for a bit. Sun, you know. I might be focusing on the hat. Given it is the only thing I have on, people seem to like my hat.

Maybe hats are a thing now. Note to self. Buy a leading cowboy hat manufacturer and make sure that Ruby, Jessica, and Luke are regularly shown in cowboy hats. Yeah, Amy and Bob and all that shit, but Ruby, Jessica, and Luke are freaking stunning and will bring in a younger crowd.

Still focusing on the hat.

There is a stage setup, and I'll explain why, but Chip and I are using it first. Everyone is gathered around because of what is going on after. I went up to the mic. Wearing my cowboy hat, and only my cowboy hat. Chip was with me.

Chip is not wearing a cowboy hat. The cowboy hat is the only article of clothing between us.

"Hi," I said, forgetting where I was. I didn't get my hands to my ears quite fast enough. Damn that stung.

"Chip and I are going to teach a short life lesson," I said. "You see, he and I made a bet earlier in the day. The bet itself is not important. The point is that when you lose a bet, you pay off. That's the way it works. If you won't want to do it, don't make the bet. My bet involves this cowboy hat. You see, if I lost the bet, which I did, my payoff is to wear this hat while Chip fucks me in the cowgirl position. If you're not familiar with the position, you're about to learn."

This time I remembered to cover my ears.

Chip laid down and I climbed on board, facing the crowd. Hell, I really enjoy sex, so this was just fine with me. I was bouncing away, throwing my arm in the air, screaming out the words "Ride'em cowboy". We were just bouncing and suddenly they sound system started playing Sweet but Psycho. A little insulting, but, well, kind of true. Except this version is Halsey and Camila.

Oh.

I looked over my shoulder and, sure enough, Halsey and Camila, singing away.

For some reason, that just sent me off. I turned back to Chip and could barely hold on. I felt him swell and lifted up and off and sat on his legs. I grabbed his cock and aimed it straight up.

You would have thought it was a volcano. That is a lot of cum. It all came back down and covered us both.

Through all the noise, I heard it and Chip did too.

"Cleanup!" shouted someone and then Xiomara climbed up the stairs.

And did one hell of a job. Somehow that now includes Eli fucking her doggy-style. Oh, now Chip is fucking Eli. I did the only thing I could possibly do.

I slid underneath Xiomara. You would have too. We put on quite a show while Halsey and Camila put on quite a show. I think concerts would be more popular if people were fucking on stage. Looking out in the audience I realized about 90% of the people were fucking too. That's 10,000 people. All fucking.

Do you think there is a category in the Guinness Book of Worlds records for biggest orgy? I'm finding out. This one won't count, but we'll do it again. I'll fly people in if I have to and set a record that can't be beat. Well, except by us.

Suddenly there were more couples on the stage, and all the people on top were wearing cowboy hats. I can't say all the women, because one of them is Orlando and another is Amai.

All through the evening, and it was a hell of a long concert, people would come onto the stage and fuck.

Our concerts are fun. Finally, it came to an end and we needed to get people to their rooms.

I'm still buying a cowboy hat company.


Some were already in our schools

But we still brought them. This is Rylee again and yes, I had great fun on stage, thank you. Tonight is going to be interesting. We asked everyone to fill out a quick profile and then ran it through scheduling tech that Bob and I built. We wanted people to be as comfortable as possible.

However, we didn't make it perfectly comfortable. For example, we might put you in a room with someone that shared your interest in Pokémon. You might be a 7-year-old girl and he might be a 12-year-old boy, but hey, Pokémon. The interests field were unstructured, and we enlisted Amai and others with psychology backgrounds to help with the filtering criteria. It is a lot of people. All the rooms have two queen beds and each suite had two bedrooms. So, eight, right?

Not so fast. We will build, but for a while, it will be three to a bed, so 12 in an apartment. We didn't have any rooms that are single sex. Not a one. We just don't believe in sex as a categorization. Amy gave a short talk to everyone about behavior and expectations, and so far we haven't had a single incident.

Tonight, we might. Over 12,000 kids, most new to our world, all thrown together at the same time. We've put a schedule of more senior people together that will cover the entire night on two-hour shifts. I'm going to try to pull an all-nighter to make sure everything is OK. We'll all hang in the restaurant. Knowing us, we'll also probably spend time in the lounge fucking, but they'll get used to it. They honestly don't have a choice. No one has to do anything but learning to ignore it might be best.

Now the upside is that of the 12,000 or so, about 1,300 came from our schools. That means at least one person in every apartment has experience and can be the coach. It is a lot of people. Over 1,000 apartments and cottages. Some are bigger, so four rooms or even five. We leaned towards young kids with a few older, more experienced teachers.

One thing we asked every existing student was the role they were comfortable with, such as coach or whisperer. Gathering the data wasn't as hard as you think. We handed out our phone/tablets to everyone. All 12,000. They'd need them for school anyway. Watches too.

Jessica handled all the logistics. Does that surprise you? She said it was just a big sleepover party that went on and on.

That is one way to look at it. She had converted one big ballroom into a nursery. For now, it was anyone under 2. So, toddler beds and cribs. That took about 800 of the kids. Yes, 800. A prolific group of criminals. It did make me almost cry when I walked through. Not for the kids, they're doing great.

At each corner is a twin bed. One each for Bill, Jessica, Colby, and Nylah. I saw two more twin beds brought in and then saw BJ and CJ, Chloe and Ben's kids run in. There is an elevated stage, but I guess that's left over from the ballroom.

"No, I had that built," said Jessica, who had just walked up.

"Why?" I asked.

"So, I can start school," said Jessica.

"These kids are all under 2," I said. She just smiled and looked at me.

OK then.

"You're teaching?" I asked.

"We all are," said Jessica, pointing at each of the six twin beds.

I gave her a hug and went on my way. God they're amazing. I walked out and a frazzled Amai came up to me.

"I could use help," said Amai. "We might have to move a couple kids." She walked off briskly, and I followed, and we came around the corner. There were two kids, one boy and one girl, sitting at a small table, looking angry.

"I don't know what to do," said Amai. "They're really pissed about sharing a bed."

"OK," I said. "I got this." Amai went on and I pulled out a chair and sat between them.

"I know this is a tough situation," I said. "Can you tell me your names first?" The boy deferred to the girl, which she both liked and didn't and that makes sense.

"I'm Lainey," she said. "I'm from Vermont and I'm 8."

"I'm Ramiro," he said. "I'm from St. Louis, and I'm 15, too."

"Can you share what the problem is?" I asked. They both looked frustrated.

"Is it because you aren't the same color?" I asked. Well, I united them in something.

"Are you kidding? What kind of question is that?" said Lainey. "I don't give a shit what color he is."

"Me neither," said Ramiro. Just for the record, Lainey is about 3'8", skinny, adorable and white. Ramiro is about 4'3", also skinny, and also adorable, and black.

"Does color bother you?" asked Ramiro. A fair question. I saw Tim walking by and called him over.

"May I please kiss you?" I asked, knowing darn well I didn't need to ask, but Tim is quick.

"I would like that," he said, leaning down and giving me a nice kiss, with a little tongue, but not over the top. I did reach over and squeeze his cock, just a little.

Both of them laughed.

"I guess color isn't the issue," said Lainey.

"No," I said. Then the light bulb went on.

"Lainey, have you ever had a really good friend that is a boy?" I asked. She shook her head no. I looked at Ramiro, who anticipated the question and also shook his head no.

"And I'll bet that both of you are feeling just a little off, maybe a little tingly, and don't know what it is," I said.

"It's cooties!" said Lainey and Ramiro nodded with her.

"Ah, cooties," I said. "Well I've got to check that out. There is only one surefire way to check that out, but maybe I should check each of you first?"

They were both furiously nodding. I am not completely sure I thought this through but had an idea.

"Come here Lainey," I said. "Sit on my lap facing me."

"Now there is only one test," I said. "And it requires me to kiss you. For example, I know that Tim doesn't have cooties, because I kissed him. I would have gotten a shock if he did."

Lainey leaned in and gave me a quick peck.

"Well that won't work," said Ramiro. "You have to stick your tongue in and let them touch. That's what she did with Tim."

Lainey turned back and went in for the kiss and opened her mouth a little. Why not. Our tongues danced for a bit and she actually gave a little moan.

"OK, you're clear," I said. "All good."

"But I'm even more tingly," she said.

"Oh, that's good," I said. "That means we can be good friends."

She got off and Ramiro climbed right on. He went in for the kiss and while he was not experienced, he is good at it. His cock also grew out of the bottom of his shorts and poked me in the stomach. He realized it and went rigid.

"Not a problem," I said, carefully pulling his shorts down a little. "That's a really good sign. Definitely no cooties with me."

"With you?" said Lainey. "Does this mean we need to kiss?"

"Of course, it does," said Ramiro. I'm not sure if he believed it, or enjoyed his cock being hard, but he sat in the chair and she sat right on him.

Right on his cock.

She wiggled a bit and let it settle into the crack of her ass. I have a feeling that the angle was just perfect for his cock to be rubbing her clit.

They started kissing. And clearly enjoyed it. They kept kissing and kissing until Lainey broke the kiss.

"I feel good!" she said. Ramiro nodded a lot.

"So, no cooties?" I asked.

"We'd better be sure," said Ramiro. He went back in for the kiss and let me tell you, I am getting wet. Suddenly Lainey started just vibrating. Oh boy. That set off Ramiro, whose cock had snuck out of his shorts again. He went off and, to my surprise, his surprise, and definitely Lainey's surprise, he came. A lot.

A. Lot.

As in a puddle in their laps. They're both just staring at it now.

"Is that what they call cum?" asked Lainey, of Ramiro.

"I think so," he said. "But I've never done that before."

They both turned to me.

Well, impromptu sex education lesson, here I come. or cum.

Just as Luke and Cassie walked up.

"Cool," said Cassie. "That's a lot of cum. Can I lick it up?" Well, she is pregnant.

"You want to lick it up?" asked Ramiro. "Why? That's weird."

"Oh," said Luke. "It feels like you two need coaches. How long have you been a couple?"

The looked at each other.

"About five minutes," said Lainey, answering for both of them. "Is this sex? Can you teach us about sex? That was fun and we hear sex is great."

Cassie leaned over and was a freaking vacuum cleaner. She showed it on her tongue, and then swallowed it. Lainey backed off his lap and there was a small puddle and she licked it up.

"Kiss it to Ramiro," I suggested. So, she did. Which they both liked.

"Can you rearrange and put us in their room?" asked Cassie.

I pulled out my phone and looked.

"No," I said. "But you could quadruple up in their room. Eight total."

"Sure," said Cassie. "Come on guys."

They led them off, both a little covered with cum. I think they were a little confused at the number of people that walked up and asked for a small lick, all of whom then offered to kiss it to them.

All of whom they accepted.

Interesting.


Lainey and Ramiro

Cassie here. Rylee told us their apartment number and we headed towards the elevators. We introduced ourselves, but they knew who we are. It didn't seem to bother them that we were both naked.

"Remember," said Luke. "You can ask absolutely any question."

"Why are you naked?" asked Lainey.

"A fine question," I said. "Nudity is common in Dionysus. We like it and we just love sex and if we're naked, we're more likely to meet someone and have sex." They thought about it for a minute.

"So, if you wanted to have sex with say, him," said Lainey. "You could just ask him." I led them right over. To Orlando.

They were a little awestruck, but Orlando is as good as Bob and Amy at making people feel comfortable.

"Lainey and Ramiro asked me a question, and I thought a demonstration would be useful," I said. "Would you please fuck me?"

"Well, you did say please," said Orlando. He laid down, right on the carpet.

"Here? You're going to do it here?" said Lainey.

"That's another thing that is pretty common in Dionysus," said Luke. He waved his arm, meaning the room, and there were at least a dozen couples going at it.

"Point taken," said Lainey and she and Ramiro both laughed. They're also holding hands, which is encouraging. I did the obvious thing. I turned to sit down on Orlando's cock.

Which appears to be occupied by Luke. That's OK. I sat down on Luke. We just freaking bounced. Orlando is incredibly strong and was lifting us both up and down and Luke was doing the same for me. Given I am visibly pregnant, both of them were showing some pretty impressive upper body strength. A crowd formed.

"You can ask questions," said Orlando.

"Do you like fucking boys in the ass?" asked Ramiro. "Does it hurt them?"

"Yes, I do," said Orlando. "Boys and girls. Like anything you do related to sex, you have to do it correctly, and then it doesn't hurt, it feels amazing."

"It does feel amazing," said Luke, with a laugh.

"I'll attest to that," I said. The group around us asked a lot of questions and it was pretty clear they didn't understand even the basics of anatomy. We actually stopped, which is hard to do. Hah! Hard to do.

I'm telling that one to Bob.

Luke and I laid back and Orlando became the narrator.

Vagina, also known a pussy. Urethra. Vaginal opening. Clit. That's an important one. Then Orlando started narrating things to do and Luke faithfully demonstrated. On me.

Next up? Explaining a squirt. And the fact that Luke isn't upset that he is now soaked. That's also when he slid up and in.

Orlando narrated that too. The final lesson was cleanup.

"Can we do cleanup?" asked Lainey. Ramiro was clearly excited by the idea.

Clearly.

They did a fine job. First they cleaned me up and kissed it to Luke, me, and each other. Orlando got a few kisses too. By then Grace had come up too. Naked. Naked Grace is pretty wonderful.

Ramiro asked if he could kiss some cum to Grace.

"No," said Grace, and Ramiro's face fell. Grace laughed. "OK, not yet. You see, you're under 9 and I'm over 18. Come visit us on your 9th birthday." Which led to a discussion between Ramiro and Lainey about their birthdays.

Same day. The freaky part is that even though they lived in different cities, they were born in the same hospital in Chicago, on the same day.

They would have been in the nursery together. Wow.

Suddenly Lainey laid down and pointed at her own pussy. Ramiro got the idea and I have to say, did an excellent job. Then he slid up.

And in. Which made Lainey yelp and freaked out Ramiro.

"Stop," I said. "Ramiro stay inside her." That's when we explained the hymen to the assembled group.

"It feels better now," said Lainey.

"Hold up," said Orlando. "Ramiro, you didn't ask permission."

"Yes, he did," said Lainey. "He even said please."

Ah.

It started slowly but got passed along. You could hear it spread.

Soulmates

A small group stayed for a bit and we all talked about, well, everything. They were surprised how much the country owns, particularly Lainey. That's when Grace snorted.

And handed me her phone. Oh boy. Ramiro and Lainey's combined net work was measured in billions and is pretty evenly split.

"Do both of you know what your parents did for a living?" I asked. They both went off on a quite a detailed description of the company, the strengths, the competitors.

Their parents had been competitors.

"You know, Ramiro, combining our companies would be huge. We compete, but less than the market realizes. We'd bring together a number of top products," said Lainey.

"You're right," said Ramiro. They sat there discussing the changes they would make. Then they turned to me.

"How do we pass these ideas along to the people that run the companies now?" asked Ramiro.

This time it was Luke that snorted. They swiveled and looked at him.

And waited him out. Well played guys.

"That's not how it works here," said Luke. "You both have excellent ideas. Now you're expected to implement them."

They both swiveled their heads to look at me and I nodded.

"Cool," they both said. That's when we got to explain jinx to them.

I'm pretty sure the other kids learned a thing or two.

Luke and I did spend the night in their room, but we didn't need to. Ramiro and Lainey put on a freaking clinic for the rest of the people in their room. I learned a few things and they said they'd watched Orlando and Grace. They finally fell asleep in each other's arms.

Damn I love this place.

The rest of the night was uneventful. One boy had night terrors and Rylee comforted him. From night terrors to your face buried in Rylee's breasts. Word must have spread because there were a bunch of night terrors. We can tell the difference. Those that really were scared got the hug.

The others got to learn about honesty. Then they got their hug. This has gotten really long, so we'll save a bit for another entry.


We found them!

Orlando here. Big change of direction. That's why Cassie passed the pen. I needed to see Chris right now. She's back in DC. It couldn't wait. I texted her that I would be at the White House in 30 minutes and she needed to meet with me. Nothing was more important.

She just texted back Ok.

When I landed, the Secret Service met me and escorted me directly into the Oval Office. Chris was waiting with Barb.

"Great," I said. "Best for you both to hear this."

"What's so important?," said Chris.

"I am highly confident that we found Kyrsten and everyone else on the plane and they're safe. We need to rescue them, and it has to be kept very small or they'll kill everyone and run. They're already nervous according to my intel," I said.

You can imagine the look on their faces.

"Where are they?," said Chris. "Japan?"

"Crimea," I said. "This was Putin too. My information says the people holding them feel abandoned. Sort of understandable given Putin got taken down."

"Holy shit," said Barb.

"Yep," I said. "I'm nervous about expanding the people in the know. I'm not sure what to do."

"None of us are. I think we need Heather and Leslie," said Chris.

"Why not the US military?" said Barb.

"I don't trust them. Too big a coincidence with our UN ambassador," said Chris.

"Ok. I'll go home now. I'll work with them to make this happen," I said.

"No one but Barb or me," said Chris. "I'll figure out who I can trust. Heather would have been the one. In fact, ask her who we can bring in, if, and only if, she needs it."

With that, I was back out the door and on my way. Leslie was in London, and Heather was in Dionysus. I figured it would be less obtrusive to meet in London. I was just going to visit my sister, right? I flew back to Dionysus and picked up Heather. One nice thing about our airspace was that it was protected from prying eyes with our tech. Our embassies too, so once I entered the cone, no one would have a clue who did what to whom. I flew straight to London and landed at the house. We walked in, unannounced. Leslie was in the kitchen, thank goodness. She let out quite a squeal.

"Orlando! Heather!" squealed Leslie. "Oh, wait. The two of you together, unannounced. What's going on?" I just pointed at the table. She grabbed us all the drink we preferred, and we sat down. I walked her through what we knew. We brainstormed a bit on what to do.

"We need better info," said Leslie. "I don't want to move a satellite. That's too obvious. So, would using one of our hypersonic or space planes. We have no reason to go over Crimea."

"Ruby," I said. They both just looked at me. "Ruby loves to fly the old planes. She particularly enjoys the SR-71 and the U-2. We have one of each that have been retrofitted with digital data streams. Let Ruby go on a joyride, all over Europe. She doesn't even have to go directly over. They're side scan enough to capture it. If she takes a polar route from Dioynsus to Tampa, it should take her close enough, if my memory is correct. It's asking a lot, because she'd have to land and refuel in the Aleutians, but it is our best bet."

"Where is Ruby right now?" asked Leslie. "Is she in New York? She said she was going to a show. If so, she could do the flight backwards. There is an SR-71 with the same digital data stream on loan to the Air and Space Museum. They're used to us borrowing things and returning them." I texted Ruby and just asked where she was. She said NYC, so that worked. I called her through our satellite network, which my text had used as well. I used my earrings just like she did, and I walked her through what was going on. It was a little weird, because it sounded like my right ear was talking and sounded like Ruby. They had miniature speakers so we could turn on a speakerphone. We walked her through what was going on. She promised to leave immediately. It would be about three hours before we had an overflight. We couldn't plan anything without it. While we were talking, Tavi and Gabe had walked in. We waved them out, and they knew something was up.

So, we had three hours to kill. What to do. It turned out that Gabe and Tavi were the only two with Leslie. That was just fine. More cocks than not today, which was always good. For Leslie and Heather.

OK, me too. I'm not narrating it all today. This is more important. It was pretty darn fun, but back to business. We were all in the living room and had the live feed from Ruby's plane on the TV. We decided to include Gabe and Tavi. It's not like we couldn't trust them. Gabe is the US ambassador to the UN, after all.

The first video came through and the quality was outstanding. She was going to make a run as close as possible and use super-slow motion. That way we could slow it down and even step through the frames. Leslie had the remote and hit the mark button when Ruby got close and then the end button once the over flight was done.

"Was something on the runway?" asked Heather. Leslie backed it up and stopped when she had a clear view of the runway. There was writing in giant letters.

"We surrender" followed by a satellite phone number. Leslie ran and grabbed a sat phone, because of course we had a sat phone. We put it on speaker and dialed. It was answered immediately, in Russian, but we all spoke it, so that wasn't a problem. We explained that we had seen the runway and wanted to help them out. They were surprisingly relieved and shared they were running out of food, everyone was safe, and they hoped to negotiate terms. Time for me to jump in. I was pretty well-known now.

"Are you aware of what's going on in Russia?" I asked. They replied they were and that they were thrilled and supported the new government. They asked if there was any way they could negotiate directly with the team that was in charge. We asked them to put Kyrsten on and they immediately did.

"Who is on the line?" asked Kyrsten. We explained and she laughed.

"Of course it is," said Kyrsten. "Listen this is one fucked up mess. They have treated us well and I can tell you they had no idea the mess that they had been dragged into. They're ready to surrender, but I strongly recommend we consider the circumstances and just let them all go home."

Home? Really?

"Would it be safe for me to land?" I asked.

"Yes, absolutely. We need transports to get everyone home," said Kyrsten. That sounded good, but I was going in first and I told her that. She agreed and understood. Leslie and Heather took the task to arrange transport.

"I'll arrange a pair of E-111 planes," said Leslie. "We have a few on Dionysus. Let's take everyone back there and get them medically cleared before we announce anything to the world. I'll clear the parking lot at the clinic in Robertville and they can land there. We'll be ready. You go now." That was the coolest part of the ion planes, even the passenger planes. They could all VTOL. No more runways. I ran out to my plane and took off and headed right to Crimea. I cleared my overflight properly, not wanting to startle anyone, but I flew to Moscow and other parts of Russia all the time, so it was routine. I landed next to the largest building, as instructed, and people just poured out to greet me. Not a weapon of any kind in sight. The team that were the captors all stood in a group while the passengers swarmed around me. They were laughing and excited. It was insane. They all looked great. Kyrsten assured me they were fine, well-fed, and even had been exercising. I texted Leslie and it was only about 15 minutes before a pair of E-111s and one E-101 landed. She just gave me a look. I guess she hadn't seen them.

"A lot has happened in the short time you've been gone, Kyrsten," I said. The doors to the E-101 opened first and a small group of armed troops came off. They herded the captors on board and took off.

"We'll hold them on Aether until we know exactly what to do next. We have not announced anything yet. My inclination is to announce that they all escaped before we arrived, but it is a big group to keep quiet," I said. "We're going to take you to the hospital in Robertville and have everyone checked out and then we can decide what to do. Kyrsten, you come with me. We'll go in my plane." We got on board my F-81 and I put her in the co-pilot's seat.

"What are those?" she said, pointing out the windscreen at the E-111.

"Those are ion-powered passenger planes," I said, just as they both lifted off vertically and shot off.

"I couldn't hear them at all," commented Kyrsten. With that, I lifted off and followed them. They are so silent. No engine noise, just a little wind noise.

"We'll have to catch you up on our progress with ion power. You knew a little about it, since you approved the patents, but we've taken it a lot farther," I said. "Oh, and you missed interstellar travel too. A lot has happened."

"That's an understatement," she said. "Interstellar travel. Wow." We were there already, but I decided to take her to the hospital on Eros. Let's keep her away from the crowd. We landed in the parking lot. I'd radioed ahead and Dad met us with a golf cart. I hadn't said why, so you can imagine the look on his face. Oh, he got a hug from Kyrsten. We went into the emergency room and I asked for everyone to gather around. I impressed on them the need for privacy, which, given we were on Eros, wasn't a big ask. Angie happened to be on duty, so I steered her into a room and explained the situation. I left her with Kyrsten, and Dad and I waited outside. It didn't take long and they both came out and Angie declared her, and I quote, fit as a fiddle.

We had decided Washington was the next step, so I loaded Kyrsten back into my plane and off we went. Ruby had just landed, so Gabe was off to meet her. He'd made it back here already.

We landed on the White House lawn, which they still hated, but you can imagine the looks on the face of the Secret Service agents. We were rushed right into the Oval office. Oh yeah, Kyrsten got hugs from Chris and Barb. We all sat on the couch so everyone could get on the same page.

"So, who ran the country while I was gone?" asked Kyrsten. "The VP and other leaders were with me." Chris barked out a short laugh.

"Yeah, trust me, I know," said Chris. Kyrsten's eyes got wide.

"They let you do it?" asked Kyrsten. Chris just smiled and nodded. Just then the door opened and who should be escorted in but the famous, no infamous, RBG. I got to actually be in the room when Kyrsten was sworn in, again, as President.

"Thank God," said Chris. "This job sucks." Yeah, we all laughed, you know we did. There was another knock and the acting press secretary came in. You know, Jimmy. He welcomed the President back and suggested that he could have a crew ready as soon as Kyrsten had gotten cleaned up. He was very discrete about suggesting that her sweats might not send the right image.

"Where's all my stuff?" asked Kyrsten. Chris explained it was all still in the residence and she'd never moved in.

"We were gone for months!" said Kyrsten. "You never gave up and moved in?" Chris just shook her head. That got her another hug and then they went off to the family quarters. They weren't gone long, so, you know, but they were clearly ready. Jimmy had a pool crew already setup when they returned. You can imagine the reaction.

Their joint statement was amazing. Chris announced she was, at least for now, retiring from public service and would happily pass the role back to Kyrsten. They even hugged on camera. Chris stepped out of the view of the camera and we watched from the side while Kyrsten told the story of everything that happened.

It was amazing. I wouldn't let her share any of the details of the rescue, much to her disappointment.

With that, we had dinner. What a freaking day. Just before we sat down, Gabe and Ruby came in to join us. That's when Kyrsten got to hear about the SR-71 overflight. That made her laugh too.

She invited us all to spend the night in the family quarters. We did, but that's all I'm going to say. Did you know Kyrsten is bisexual? Yeah, nothing to that statement.


From President to...

To nothing. Nothing and happy as hell about it. Oh yeah, Chris here. I can't believe the roller coaster. I am pleased that I could help. I wondered how it was going to affect numbering. Kyrsten was 46. Was I 47? Was she also 48? Maybe I'd just be an asterisk in history. I can see the list now. 45, 46, *.

I admit, I'm proud of what I was able to accomplish. We got a lot done in Kyrsten's absence, but faithful to her leadership. We continued to make progress on bipartisanship, which after the last bozo, was huge. Wait, technically the last bozo was Kyrsten. The earlier bozo. No wait, Kyrsten is not a bozo.

OK, I'm tired. The whiplash of President to retirement was shocking. How did other Presidents do it? I guess they had more than 24 hours to prepare. Just then I got a text.

Where are you going to put your Presidential Library?

Thanks Barack. Snark. From the former President.

Let's have a President's bash, at least those that aren't in jail

That could be fun.

I'm going to bed. Kyrsten is safe. All is good in the world.

Ah shit. I'm still the Prime Minister of Dionysus. I forgot. How the fuck do you forget you're the Prime Minister of a country?

I guess when it is your side gig.

Sleep. I need sleep. I snuggled up to Noah. And Orlando. And Leslie.

We all slept well. Then we weren't sleeping.

I can go home now. Thank God.



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Character information

Name Chapters Age Description when introduced Stats when introduced
Bob All 27 Dad 6'2" (188 cm) - Swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) cut average cock
Amy All 25 Mom (and the Nanny, to start) 5'1" (155 cm) - Bright red hair, C cup
Morgan All 19 The oldest of the new kids 5'5" (165 cm) Dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
Orlando All 17 The middle child and the only boy 5'0" (152 cm) -- Dirty blonde, 6-inch (15 cm) cut thick cock
Leslie All 15 The youngest 4'6" (137 cm) -- Brown hair, flat-chested
Chris 6,8,11,14-119 15 Boat sales person but becomes more 4'11" (150 cm) -- Slim, glorious puffy nipples
Blake 5,6-10,12,14-21,24-34,39,41-43,45-46,51-52,65-66,70-71,73-74,81-82,85,87,90,94-95,100-101,104,106,115,119 38 First home staff. Mechanic, general purpose everything 6'2" (188 cm) -- 1Blonde, ripped, 7-inch (18 cm) thin cock
Gabe 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-52,54,56-59,61-63,65-76,79-105,107,109-114,116-117,119 15 Juanita's brother 5'6" (168 cm) -- Cute AF, 5-inch (13 cm) cock
Ruby 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-47,49-58,61,63-74,76-93,95,95-96,98-119 13 Juanita's sister 4'11" (150 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, sexy, flat
Jesse 6,7,16-19,24,27,31-34,37-39,42-43,46-49,51,55-56,65-66,70,72-74,79-82,85,90,94-95,97-101,103-106,111,113,117,119 Forties Juanita's dad 5'11" (180 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, muscular and sexy, 6-inch (15 cm) average cock
Julia 6,16-19,24,27,31-34,37,39,42-43,46-49,51,56,61,63,67,70,72-75,79-82,84,87,90-91,94-95,97,99-101,103,106,111,114,119 Forties Juanita's mom 5'6" (168 cm) -- Dark hair, stunning, D cup on a small frame
Sophia 7,8-9,14-19,23-24,27,29-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-119 22 New Italian friend and Goddess 5'7" (170 cm) - stunning, simply stunning, B cup
Chloe 14,15,20,24,27-28,31-32,34,36,39-43,51,54-55,58,65-66,79,81,90,97,108,119 39 Developer and architect 5'7" (170 cm) - athletic, smaller B cup. Hot AF
Ben 14,15,20,24,27-28,34,39-43,51,54,65-66,79,90,97,119 37 Kitchen designer 6'0" (183 cm) - swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) thick cock
Noah 17,18,24,27-28,31-34,36-37,39,41,43-44,46,48,51,57,63-66,69,71,73-74,76,79-82,84-85,87,90-92,95-98,101-102,107,109,114,116-117,119 15 Chris' new friend 5'7" (170 cm) - thin, 5-inch (13 cm) average cock. Big balls
Rylee 18,27,32,36-39,48,52,56-58,60-63,66,69,71-74,76-77,81-85,89-93,96,99-102,105-112,118-119 15 Cheerleader with Leslie and Chris 5'4" (163 cm) - sexy AF, B cup
Amai 19,20-21,23-34,36-39,41,47-48,50-52,55-56,63,66-67,69,71,73,77,79,81-82,87,90,92,95-96,99-102,105,115-116,119 Twenties The family social secretary 5'4" (163 cm) - beautiful, petite, B cup, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut thick cock
Barb 19,20,26-28,30-32,36,39,42,63,73,82,92,96,99,102,116,119 Fifties Amai's mom 5'6" (168 cm) - 120, stunning, mixed, C cup
Heather 22,28,41,45-46,48-49,58,63,68,72,93,101,105,112,119 Fifties Secretary of the Air Force  
Grace 23,29-30,36,38,43-44,48,50,54-57,63-77,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-93,95-102,104-105,107,110,112-115,117-119 18 Just Grace  
Camila 25,26,29-30,32,41,50,54-55,57,65,73,75-77,79,81-82,84,90,92-95,108,115-116,119 25 You know who she is You know what she looks like
Bill 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,94-96,99,102,104-105,107,109-112,114-116,118-119 4 Bob and Amy's son  
Jessica 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,93-96,99-100,102,104-105,107-112,114-116,118-119 4 Bob and Amy's daughter  
Angie 43,119 Thirties Doctor, GP, OB/Gyn 5'6" (168 cm) - strong, athletic, skilled, C cup
Carlina 43,45-59,61-63,66-76,79-85,87-95,97-117,119 9 Romeo's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) - barely tall enough, blonde, cute, smart as hell
Nan 45,48,50-51,53,57,59,61-62,64-66,68-70,72-73,76,81-83,85-87,89-95,97-101,103-105,107,110-113,115-116,118-119 6 9th grade student 3'8" (112 cm) - cute, bubbly, fun
Tomas 46,52,55-57,61,63,66-76,78-87,89-90,92-96,98-99,101-110,112,115-117,119 13 Vincente's son 5'4" (163 cm) - Also Cute AF, sexy, and skilled. 6-inch (15 cm) thick uncut cock
Tavi 46,47-52,55-57,66,68-71,73-74,76,79-85,87,90,92-96,98-99,101-102,104-105,107,115,117,119 14 Emilia and Talmai's son 5'9" (175 cm) - Big for his age, works out, 7-inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Pari 48,49,62,65,68-70,74,77-78,80-81,83,86-95,97-115,117-119 11 Alea and Sargon's daughter 4'10" (147 cm) - cute, sexy, breast bumps
Morgon 62,75,86-88,93,97-101,103,107,110,114-115,119 8 TJ's sister 3'8" (112 cm) - Adorable and outgoing
BJ 66,119 4 Chloe and Ben's son  
CJ 66,119 4 Chloe and Ben's daughter  
Cassie 67,68,70,73,81,86-87,90,92-93,95-96,99,101-102,104-110,112,115,117,119 12 Homeless girl from New York. Kevin's friend 4'11" (150 cm) - thin, adorable, A cup
Belen 71,78,82,86,89-90,93,100,103,107-108,112-114,119 11 Car museum program director 4'6" (137 cm) - Dark blonde hair, cute, nipple bumps
Halsey 77,79,84,86,90,92,94,108,116,119 Thirties Come on, she's Halsey  
Luke 80,81,86-87,90,92-96,99-102,104-110,112,117,119 8 The new brother 4'4" (132 cm) - Sandy brown hair, thin, cute, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Shelby 87,88,98,101,110-111,119 16 Designer in Indianapolis 5'4" (163 cm) - Black long hair, strong, C cup, big nipples
Chip 87,88,98,101,110,119 13 Shelby's brother 5'4" (163 cm) - Long black hair, strong, 6-inch (15 cm) thick cock
Jimmy 92,96,116,119 20 Press intern 5'10" (178 cm) - Brown, slightly chubby, funny
Nylah 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119 6 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Leslie
Colby 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119 6 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Orlando
Berry 111,119 10 Julia's assistant and MD of Monte Carlo 4'8" (142 cm) - Dark hair, thin, pretty, flat
Eli 119 13 Student that sued Dionysus 5'8" (173 cm) - Blonde, thin, fit, 5-inch (13 cm) thin uncut cock
Xiomara 119 8 Student at the LA island school 4'0" (122 cm) - Dark hair, skinny, Hispanic, flat
Lainey 119 8 Student at the LA island school 3'8" (112 cm) - Blonde hair, skinny, adorable, flat
Ramiro 119 8 Student at the LA island school 4'3" (130 cm) - Dark hair, black, super thin, 3-inch (8 cm) uncut cock

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