20 March 2023

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On the road again

Leslie here. Tell me you didn't read that in Willie Nelson's voice, in song. I've been working a lot more with Watkins and having so much fun.

The planes. The planes. You have a perverted mind.

OK, that too. Watkins is great fun and quite skilled. He is a fast learner too and takes direction well. All qualities we respect in a partner.

Anyway, back to the story. Morgan had been thinking about entering the 24 hours of Daytona race. She wanted to scope out the track and try it all out. What better way than to go to the Daytona 500? Same track, right? Now it wasn't quite fair, because Morgan had won the Daytona 500, but who needs an excuse for a girl's trip?

Morgan, Chris, Ruby, and me. I was so excited. We were going to have great fun. Great fun.

So why did I start this entry with Watkins? Because somehow it came up about the Daytona 500. Not the trip, just the race. I didn't realize he was a serious NASCAR fan. He casually mentioned that his dream was to go the Daytona 500.

Birds, meet stone. OK, maybe that didn't quite work.

Before I did anything I checked with my sisters and Ruby. They laughed and said he would be welcome. As Ruby put it, we needed at least one cock.

Watkins might not survive.

The big question was whether to invite him just to the race or on our road trip. Yeah, it was part of a girls' road trip. We were starting in Clearwater, at our house, then winding our way to Sebring for a day of racing on the track. Morgan had rented it and arranged for a variety of cars to be delivered.

Then we were winding up to Savannah, Georgia for a couple days at an Airbnb on the water. Finally we were going into Atlanta for a game between the Magic and the Hawks. Yeah, we had a suite for that. It came up that he was a lifelong Hawks fan and had gone to high school in Atlanta.

It kind of felt like fate and I really do like Watkins. Oh, he understands I'm in a committed relationship. We still like to fuck. A lot.

Again, I cleared it with everyone and then I invited him. First he had to pick his jaw up off the floor.

Let's just say he got excited. Yeah, let your mind wander on that one. I had to laugh because we were back in Arizona looking at planes. It's a good thing we came in a plane with a passenger pod. He'd never been that forceful and passionate before. If this was a preview, the girls were going to be just fine with him being along. He spent over 45 minutes focusing on me. Over and over and over. He'd learned well. The first 20 minutes he was freaking teasing me. Getting me close and backing off. He had this thing where he sucked on my lips and by lips I am not referencing anything on my face.

Those lips. It was weird and sexy and sensual.

All of the sudden, at about that 45 minute mark, he shifted and sucked on my clit. I'm surprised the airplane survived the earthquake. The poor guy was soaked, just soaked, I squirted so hard. He took it as an opportunity and slid up my body and right in. I expected a power fuck after that, but that was not at all what happened. He was slow and gentle and teasing for this, too. He kissed me so gently. He nuzzled my neck. He kissed my ears and my eyes and even the side of my nose. He caressed my breasts and nuzzled between them and licked my areola. Then he sucked on my nipple. Hard.

If I thought that first orgasm was big...

I did concentrate on squeezing him. You know. He couldn't take that either and just erupted in me. You know how a guy will have 5 or 6 good pulses? Not this time. At least a dozen, if not more. He kept cumming and cumming.

And he took cleanup seriously. Back to that lip thing, too. Cleanup had never taken this long before and it was worth every minute.

I was just done. I needed a nap. Badly. He tucked a blanket around me and went back out and did everything we had come to do.

He is such a sweetheart. We needed to find him someone. I knew his tastes. Heck, I am his taste. I'd work on it. Maite wasn't really available but would have been a good fit. Maybe Caley. Or Margie. They might be a little young but so sweet and smart and, um, talented. For that matter, maybe Caden, Caley's brother. I know Watkins has enjoyed my introducing him to the joys of man sex.

I'll worry about that later.

Our plan was great fun. We were doing the trip in a motor home. Dad had gotten involved, which explains the motorhome. I did laugh that he bought a used one. Our frugal trillionaire dad. He said that if we enjoyed the trip he would buy a new one, but thought we'd start here. It was pretty big, in fact huge, with quad pullouts. It had a king-size bed and a couch that folded out to be a queen-size bed. Four places to sleep.

Oh no. Where would Watkins find to sleep? Yeah, giggle away. He would find a spot.

I did check out the train routes. Come on. Taking our train would have been awesome. Unfortunately, no routes worked. Back to the motor home.

The nice thing about the motor home was that it had a big matching trailer. A trailer that could hold a nice sized car and had room for a few small motorcycles and a bicycle for each of us. Yeah, we'd use them all. We had permission to use the motorbikes at the track. Marco, you know.

They were actually scooters. Honda PCX 150 scooters and they were a shit ton of fun. We even painted them in Andretti colors and would fit right in. We'd really gotten to know Michael who is both Marco's Dad and Mario's son. Michael runs the entire team. No, not that way. No one in racing knew us that way. I think they suspected though. Oh, who am I kidding. Everyone knows. Everyone.

Dad had done his homework and bought Kestrel Talon X bicycles. As he put it, the best bike under $2,000. He had one for himself and gave us that one for Watkins.

Then we needed a car or an SUV. Something for 5 of us now. We really wanted a convertible, but the only 5-passenger convertible was a Jeep Wrangler. They were cool, but not at all what we wanted on this trip. Then Dad discovered a place called Newport Convertible Engineering.

I think he bought one, if not two, of every model they had. They converted cars that didn't come in a convertible to be a convertible and they did it masterfully. Dad really bonded with them, too. A Porsche Panamera convertible. A Nissan GTR. Lots and lots.

So he bought the company. Kind of the same deal he had with Lance where he got the toys if he wanted them. They were new cars, so he couldn't just grab anything to play, but you get the idea.

He had also figured out that the founders were familiar with Jackson. Get it? They wanted to stay where they were, but a couple of their key engineers were intrigued by adding a facility at the casino.

All because he liked convertibles.

The funny thing is we weren't taking one of those convertibles. We were picking up a car from Droptop Customs. A competitor. A Dodge Challenger Demon.

Oh, come on. We're talking Morgan here. It fit all five although it would be snug for Watkins. He'd have to sit in the back between two of us. Poor guy.

It was a glorious diamond white with baseball glove leather. Just gorgeous. Fit right in the trailer nicely, too. At least that is what we were told. They had delivered it to the motorhome dealer. They were delivering it all to the house, so we were meeting them there. Yeah, I think this was a little confusing. My story about Watkins in Arizona was last week. Right now, we're all landing in Clearwater. Sorry.

Watkins had smiled the entire way. He was clearly enthralled with Morgan. It was too bad Sophia couldn't come although then we would have needed a six seat convertible. I knew what that would be. A mid-60s Lincoln with suicide doors.

Anyway. We landed and Juan and Sofia were there to greet us with Pedro. Ya coulda knocked Watkins over with a feather. Did I mention all three of them were naked?

So was he, quickly. And then the rest of us. I admit we all enjoyed watching Watkins in the middle of a train. Pedro in the front, Juan in the back.

Sofia was roaming. The men liked it.

Morgan and I did all the cleanup. And kissed it to each other.

Then we performed for the group.

That was satisfying. And tiring. I laugh that when I met Watkins he was inexperienced but eager. I've never met anyone that sought out direction like he did. Then he added in his own ideas.

He's one hell of a lover now.

And I'm sneaky. You'll see why.

Leslie is up to something

Morgan here. Leslie is up to something. I don't know what, but she has that twinkle in her eye that I know all too well. It had something to do with Watkins. I just don't know what. She shared his inexperience and I admit I laughed. He is one of the best lovers I have ever had and, not to be immodest, but I've had a few. I am Morgan!

We were leaving early this morning for Sebring. I'd gotten carried away in bringing in cars. You can do that when you have easy access to a C-112. Imagine damn near any fast car and there was one or more at the track waiting for us. I'd gotten a hilarious text from the track director.

They just keep coming out of the plane!

Yes, they do.

It was less than three hours away, even in our giant motorhome, but we wanted a full day at the track, particularly in the cooler weather, so we were on the road at 0400. Everybody but Watkins and I went back into the back and went right to sleep.

"So what's Leslie all jacked up about?" I asked. Watkins laughed.

"I'm guessing here, but I think she thinks I need a girlfriend or boyfriend," said Watkins. "Somehow, someway, on this trip, she's going to try to set me up. I'm fine with that but I'm not rushing to needing anyone permanent. New friends are fun though and who knows maybe we'll click. Or maybe we'll just have fabulous sex. Or both." I laughed. I suspected he was right.

"Any preferences?" I asked. I'm blunt that way.

"Nope. I'll know it when I know it. Girl, boy, woman, man, a dozen of each, who knows," said Watkins. "I love Leslie, and she knows it, but I also know she's married and I'm cool with that. I started to say I would love someone with a similar independent streak, but that basically includes everyone. Leslie has really helped me grow and I'm thankful for that."

"I get it. I really do. She's my little sister but she's so important to us all. She's a natural leader," I said.

"She is that. She's just cool," Watkins said.

We rode along is comfortable silence for a while. I smelled breakfast cooking in the back. This motorhome thing was cool. It was just a different pace then flitting around on hypersonic space planes. We were seeing old Florida and I loved it. Leslie came up and handed us each a fresh breakfast burrito. The perfect road trip food. You can eat it with one hand while you drive. She makes good ones, too.

Lots and lots of bacon. Lots. It deserved the third lots.

About halfway there we swapped drivers and Leslie took over with Chris riding shotgun. That left Ruby and me in the back with Watkins. What to do for the next hour? Watkins insisted on satisfying us both. I laughed to myself because he must have really believed Leslie was setting him up, because he saved himself.

That didn't mean he wasn't useful. His skills in getting a girl off are off the charts. I know Leslie and others have taught him, but he has a natural skill. Finally Ruby and I both had to make him stop. We were lying next to each other on the bed, barely able to catch our breath. Watkins was hilarious. He was still in shorts and a t-shirt, but they were transparent they were so wet.

How did they get so wet you ask?

Ruby and I squirted. A lot. He is damn good. Any girl or boy would be lucky to have him. He's a sweetheart. We had just enough time for quick showers. He kept slapping me away because I kept trying to go down on him.

OK, big boy. Save it.

We'd just gotten dressed when we pulled into the track. OK, I might have overshot. There were at least fifty cars, including two IndyCars, two F1 cars, and two NASCAR cars.

Hey, I like cars.

Standing next to them were Margie, Caley, Caden, and Maria. You know. Wing commander Maria. Leslie was surprised she was there, but happy about it.

"I ran into these three when they were picking up a plane and they invited me along. I hope I'm not messing anything up," said Maria. We all laughed.

"I think we have enough cars," said Chris, laughing.

That's when the betting started. Gosh, it seemed like all the wagers involved sexual favors. I'm shocked! The funny thing is that Watkins clearly got along well with all three of his setups. You could tell they were going to be friends and the sexual sparks where there, but what no one expected, including them, was that Watkins and Maria just clicked. They shared a love for airplanes and motorcycles. Maria knew her motorcycles. Who knew!

Before we even got out on the track we realized they were gone.

Good for them.

Sparks can lead to a fire

Maria here. I kind of lied. I didn't invite myself along. Ruby invited me but said to keep it low key. I asked her why and she was honest that she didn't know, but it felt right. I like fast cars so who was I to complain? This is a pretty cool group of people, even if it is short on cocks.

At the moment, though, I had a cock dedicated to me. I'd just met Watkins, but I liked him. There was just a spark. I know, relationships aren't based on sparks alone, but he was a funny geek.

I like funny geeks. He has a serious love of airplanes. A real passion. I love that. He's also into motorcycles, another passion of mine. We could talk motorcycles for hours.

But not right now. Right now he was showing me some pretty damn incredible oral skills. I'd just covered him when I squirted. There is a lot of squirting in this story, and it is all associated with Watkin's skills.

I had never, in my life, squirted before. He slid up my body and right in. I read what Leslie wrote about his gentle love making. She did not make it clear how exceptional it was. I never wanted to stop. I'd never cum that many times while fucking before. He kept stopping, which was cruel, but I knew he was trying to last.

Until he couldn't. He just kept cumming and cumming. I rolled him over and didn't even let him slip out. I used my skills to get him hard again while he was still inside me. I was on top at this point.

Our second time was a good old fuck. He lasted even longer and this time he could play with my nipples, clit, and earlobes. I didn't quite get the earlobes but damn it worked.

He got to do cleanup of both loads, which led to a full half hour of us kissing.

We even dozed for a bit until Leslie came in and dragged us out to the track. Track? There was a track? Surely I was just here to fuck.

OK, a track. We had an absolute ball. I got to drive an IndyCar! Watkins got to drive a NASCAR car and was in heaven. We spent all day and into the evening trading out cars and ripping around the track. Then we had a huge cookout and invited the entire crew that supported us all day.

What fun. I was wiped out, given the time change, but somehow the four of us ended up going on the trip with them. It was a little crowded in the motorhome, but it's not like any of us minded. I ended up on a couch, with Caley and Margie. A little girl time was nice.

Until Caden fucked us each, one by one. Watkins is spectacular, but come on, cock is good.

Then I climbed in next to Watkins and slid into a spoon. I was on the inside. I don't even think he woke up. I lifted his arm and settled it over me. He just naturally took hold of my breast. Just as I was about to doze off, he slid in.

Oh God. He gently played with my nipple, then let his hand slide down to my clit. He was so damn gentle, both with his cock and fingers. This was the most sensual experience of my entire life. He lasted and lasted, which is understandable, but I didn't.

Then he just blasted in me.

We fell asleep with me all filled up.

I kind of like this guy.

We really are going to Daytona

Leslie here. Damn, they're quite a pair. I missed the mark completely, but that's cool. It's not like we objected to the extra people. More people to fuck! Hey, we brought toys. You know we brought toys.

We got to the track really early. We wanted to be a part of it all. We'd arranged a spot for the motorhome in the infield. There were a lot of motorhomes, but most of them were, well, less upscale. We were not sure that we'd fit in but had a foolproof plan.

We have beer. Lots and lots and lots of beer. We had even properly applied for a temporary liquor license and given Florida recognizes Dionysus 13-year-olds as adults, we could all serve.

And serve we did. I'll give you the perfect example. A dude wandered up, holding a truly lousy can of beer. Pisswater. God.

"You rich people are ruining NASCAR. You bring in these fancy motor homes and don't even understand the sport," he said to me.

Then he spit. Now we hate spitting, but in this case it was because of his chewing tobacco. The dude's teeth were almost orange. We were prepared for this and brought our secret weapon.

Morgan. Morgan is beloved in NASCAR. The prodigy. She still drives in a few races and has fun. But we had a double secret weapon.

Hah, double. Telling Dad that one. Why you ask?

Morgan is in a bikini. A small bikini. A bikini that could barely control her D cups.

A double secret weapon, right?

He stopped, mid-sentence. Now that would have happened with anyone as gorgeous as Morgan, in a tiny bikini.

But he absolutely recognized her. She ignored everything he said and stuck out her hand.

"I'm Morgan," she said. "What's your name? It's fun to meet diehard NASCAR fans."

He just stood there with his mouth open for an uncomfortably long time, still holding Morgan's hand. She finally pulled her hand away, which almost woke him up.

"I'm Bubba," he said. Of course you are. Sorry, that was snarky.

"Hey, Bubba, you want a beer? We've got a huge variety to share," she said. "Want me to help you pick one?" She walked over to a big cooler and bent over. Yeah, sis, your pussy lips sort of leap out of your suit when you do that.

"I know," she thought. My sister is cruel. Bubba, on the other hand, was hung. Like a freaking horse. He was wearing loose shorts and was tenting them way out. I couldn't go there. Come on. Spitting.

Morgan came back and handed Bubba a beer. A damn fine beer. He kind of sneered, particularly when he had to use a bottle opener. Then he tasted it.

"Damn, that's good," he said. Without as much accent. Oh shit.

"Let me guess," says Morgan. "A good brushing and your teeth will return to their lovely white. The chewing tobacco isn't the problem. Who the fuck are you?"

This was stern Morgan. We all have that mode.

"Shit," he said.

I admit, Morgan and I laughed.

"The teeth are too much," I said. He quickly closed his mouth.

"You're also too fit. Your musculature and teeth are not matched. If you're trying to go undercover, you need to do better," said Morgan.

"Can we please go inside?" he said. I turned and opened the door and walked in and he followed. He let the door swing shut. I walked into the kitchen. Morgan was leaving it to me. She's too well-known. No one would bother us. They're all staring at her tits.

"You want a beer?" I asked. I pulled out a Cantillon Lou Pepe Pure Kriek. It is from a little Belgian brewer that Dad owns. I love them.

"Do I have to arrest you for underage drinking?" he said.

"Only if you don't want a beer," I said. "Do you have a favorite IPA?" He walked over and looked into the fridge.

"There must be 30 different beers," he said. "You have at least ten that are the best in the world." I just nodded. He grabbed a Three Floyds Zombie Dust.

"Good choice although it is a better breakfast beer," I said.

"You're pretty knowledgeable in beers," he said.

I just shrugged.

"So what is going on?" I asked.

"You know I can't tell you that," he said.

"You know I'm the Minister of Defense of an ally and cleared to the highest levels of Top Secret including President's eyes only," I said.

"Eyes only?" he said. I shrugged. The real answer is that in an emergency one of us might be asked to help. Chris, Morgan, Ruby, Hunter, and I are all eyes only. The others are Senate confirmed. I am too, but in secret. Weird huh. Morgan is the only one that is a legal adult.

And she wasn't the President.

"Listen," I said. "We are going to change your look and mine. You're alone. That's weird and creepy. You can even have your teeth back. Not all rednecks are missing teeth." OK we both laughed.

"Everyone will recognize you," he said.

"Nope," I said. "And you're going to be a super stud." I'd already thought my idea to Rylee.

"Let's go. You were blown in this persona when you walked in that door," I said.

"I think you're nuts, but I'll roll with it a bit," he said. I took us out the other door. My Kawasaki KZ1000-C1 in full CHiPs livery. From the show. CHiPs. Remember. TVLand.

"This is a pretty accurate copy," he said, looking at it.

I just smiled when he looked at me.

"Oh, come on," he said. I handed him a helmet and strapped on mine. I climbed up and waved to the seat behind me. He laughed and climbed on and finished putting on his helmet.

"Hold on tight," I said. He tentatively put his hands on my waist.

I laughed and we took off. Oh gosh. He is holding on tighter now. He doesn't have to know that the force field would keep us from falling.

I put on some speed, and we flew to the Orlando house. It is only 40 miles or so.

Twenty minutes tops.

At this point he was clearly enjoying himself. It is cool. Then again, his hands are right under my breasts and his rock hard cock is in the crack of my ass. I might have to cement our cover by fucking him. Repeatedly.

We landed at the house and went inside, and Rylee came running. Already dressed in her redneck persona. I reached over and closed his mouth.

Yeah.

"OK," she said. "You're Denny. Age 27. Out of work. Drive an aging but restored Harley with a sidecar. It's your only asset and you're fighting to keep it. She's Nella. Age 19. I'm Ella. Also age 19. Her twin."

We followed her into the gym and then into the locker room. She pointed at a pile of clothes for him and the same for me. I started undressing.

"Shouldn't I leave?" he said. Rylee and I laughed and pulled up her top, flashing him.

"Does the nudity bother you?" I asked, finally naked and facing him. I spread my legs a bit and put my hands on my hips. I know it opens you right up. His intake of breath said he noticed.

"Girls, you're both beautiful, but you're underage. I'd rather not have to arrest myself," he said. With that, Rylee stripped too and walked over to him.

"What if," she said, pulling his shirt over his head.

"You knew," she said, now on her knees and taking off his shoes and socks.

"That this was a consulate," she said. She took the waist band on his shorts and pulled shorts and underwear down and helped him step out of them.

"And you could fuck us both legally," she said, standing up. Damn. A thick 9-inch (23 cm), uncut cock.

He looked back and forth between us, clearly drinking us in.

His cock kept bouncing.

"I would say I am working with you and that would be inappropriate," he said, forcefully. I don't think it helped that we both laughed.

"Dude," I said. "Fucking is a thing for us. We don't have a single meeting that doesn't end up with fucking. All day long. Everybody fucks everybody. It doesn't matter if you work together. Hell, anybody that works for me that wants to fuck me is welcome, from age 7 up."

"7?" he choked out.

"Until we turn eighteen," said Rylee. "And then we can only fuck the 9-year-olds."

"Sure, the 9-year-olds," he said. He was lost in thought.

"Carlina or Tegan?" I asked. It's always Carlina or Tegan.

"Both," he moaned. "With Luke."

Oh boy.

"Let's get this done so we can make that happen," said Rylee. He just looked at her.

"Yeah, yeah, I know they will," said Rylee. "A hunky Federal officer? Um, yeah."

"Even Luke?" he asked.

"Yes," we both said. She got it out first. Clearly we were teasing him, because we kissed and fingered each other to multiple orgasms. Just as we went over, we felt the spray of cum.

"Oops," he said. "I thought I could stop." We both laughed and Rylee pulled me down to the carpet.

"Clean us up," said Rylee. He was looking around for a towel. At the moment he also has an amazing view of our pussies. We must have had the same idea, because we both reached down and pulled them apart.

"You don't need a towel," I said. "Lick it up and kiss it to us." That got a big grin. He's an interesting guy.

He's also orally talented. He licked me off first and as he was about done, I pulled him up. He didn't resist and slid right in. Rylee helped. I told him to cum on my tits. Hey, I like cum on my tits, because someone always licks it off. Always. He came on my tits, and I told him to leave it and pointed to Rylee.

Same song, second verse. Oh no, we're sticky with cum. He started to lean down.

"No," said Rylee. "Leave it. Everyone will know exactly what it is and that you made us leave it. It will send a message that you don't take shit from us."

You could tell he wanted to say something, but he got up and started getting dressed. He realized there was a wallet in his jeans. He pulled out the wallet and removed the driver's license. He held it up.

"Is this a real West Virginia license?" he asked.

We both just smiled. He flipped it over.

"I know my thumbprint. This is my actual thumbprint," he said.

"Yeah. Anything else would be dangerous," said Rylee. He sighed and put it all away and slipped it into his jeans. We were ready to go. We walked out into the garage, and he skidded to a stop.

"That's a classic FLH with a mint sidecar. 60?" he said.

"59," said Rylee.

"This is worth at least $35,000," he said, and we laughed.

"Well this one isn't for sale," she said. "It includes shields, a cloaking device, and can fly. Oh, and front and rear facing ion gun."

We won't mention it can jump.

Denny got on and Rylee beat me to the seat behind him.

Into the sidecar with me.

We drove off and then took off. We needed to move. We got to Daytona and were descending when we passed a nice Cessna 182.

I locked eyes with the pilot and smiled.

No one will ever believe him.

We landed and headed towards the track.

"Don't freak out but we can both communicate with our thoughts. We can read yours too," thought Rylee.

"Well ain't that handy," he thought back.

"Sister?" I asked and he laughed.

"Cousin. Tripp," he said, still laughing. "You don't even know my real name."

"Stop. I don't want to yet, Denny. When this is over, I want to meet Tripp," I said, and he laughed again.

"I am sure that would be mutual," he said. I didn't mention that I knew he and Tripp were fucking up a storm. More power to them.

We pulled into the parking lot by will call.

"I'll get the tickets," said Denny.

"No," I said, sharply. "I will. You would send us to do it. You're a jerk."

"You'll fit right in," said Rylee. "Be sure to say bad things about that bitch in the White House. Lament the deep state getting Trump."

"Well that is exactly what happened," he said. Then he spit.

"The spit was a nice touch," said Rylee.

"Huh?" he said. "Trump was setup by Soros. Everyone knows that."

Rylee and I just dropped it. We had entirely misread him. Shit.

Then he started laughing.

"Think I'll do OK?" he asked.

Rylee slapped him on the ass, and he turned around and clocked her. Right in the side of the face.

Knocking her completely off the bike. I was already out of the side car and ran around and really hammed it up. If nothing else I had to block anyone from seeing Rylee laughing. There was blood dripping out of her mouth and dripping onto her blouse.

>From the squib in her cheek. A security guard walked over and looked at Rylee and the blood.

Then he held out his hand for a fist bump with Denny.

"Gotta put them in their place," said the guard. "You let them play?"

"Rarely," said Denny. "The reasons need to exceed five figures." The guard laughed and walked away.

"What happens when someone pulls out ten grand?" asked Rylee.

"I guess you girls take one for the team," he said.

"Eww," said Rylee and me.

Making out in the parking lot seemed in character, but only a little. Rylee kept saying ow. Well played, twinsie.

I got a little ice out of the cooler and put it in a Walmart plastic bag and Rylee held it to her lip. I went and got the tickets and we drove in. Ruby and crew were watching, and we weaved up and down the lanes looking for a place to stop. As we got close to them the second time, they pulled out.

And we pounced. Rylee and I had our big tent put up and staked before you could sneeze.

I thought Rylee's limp was particularly natural.

"I put a pebble in my shoe," she thought to me.

I fought to not laugh. We went inside the tent.

"OK, this is where you fuck us both," said Rylee. "Loudly but not for long. Slam bam thank you Ma'am. You wouldn't care about us."

"I can't here," he said. "Arrested, remember?"

"No," said Rylee. "You're good. I bought the racetrack."

Denny just stared at her.

We both laughed.

"Our world is a little different," I said. "Then again, she likely did it with her own money." Rylee nodded.

"That's couch cushion money to her," I said. Well, it is.

"Must be a big couch," he said.

"And full of people fucking," I said.

"So what's the plan?" said Rylee.

"I'm after a guy high up in a meth ring. He's here at the race and I understand he has a lot of product. Kilos. I need a way in, and I need to see it, and then I can arrest him," said Denny.

"Describe him," I said.

"You've already seen him. It is the security guard. He really isn't one, but in the uniform, no one stops him," said Denny. "That's why he couldn't help you, though."

"He wouldn't have anyway," said Rylee.

"Point taken," said Denny. And yes, we know his name. We have his thumbprint. What else would we need?

"Hey," he said. "How the hell did you get my thumbprint? You don't even know my name."

"Born in Oxford, Ohio. Two brothers, one sister," said Rylee. "Tripp is your first cousin and he has a sister, Tracie. You went to Miami of Ohio and graduated Summa Cum Laude. Went straight into the FBI. Worked a desk in Cleveland for two years, then transferred to the undercover unit. Four major busts and you're on the edge of going for a fifth. This is your last big win and then you retire from undercover work."

"How the fuck?" he said, in a hard voice.

"Dude," said Rylee. "There is literally nothing that can be hidden from us. Nothing."

His face softened. A little.

"You're even more advanced than people think," said Denny. Yeah, we know his name, but we'll stick with Denny for now. Not Bubba. That was the old persona.

"OK," I said. "Here's the plan. You're doing nothing. You're hanging out here at the tent, getting to know people around us, and pretending to drink too much beer. We're going to be out in the crowd, trying to score some meth. We'll let it be known, quietly, that we're open to a big score and that the person that brings us to it will be rewarded. We won't tell them that their reward is a jail cell."

"We can't do that!" he said. "You're not law enforcement. You're not trained. You're underage."

I don't think that he appreciated that we laughed.

"Dude," I said. "I'm a four-star general and a trainer for our Zeta teams. Rylee is a one-star and has been on more undercover missions than anyone else in Zeta. We're trained in virtually every martial art. We could kick your ass with one hand."

"No fucking way," he said.

"Well, now isn't the time to prove it," said Rylee. "But later. In the ring. Take your pick."

With that, we left the tent and headed out. We're both wearing booty shorts and loose tank tops. As in sideboob and nipslips. It is really obvious that we're sticky with cum. If anything proved we weren't cops, it is the nipslips and cum.

It is kind of fun.

I'll grab the pen

My turn. This is Rylee. I went walking around and as you can imagine, I got a lot of looks. My nipples are seriously visible through this thin wife beater tank. Right out of Terminator 2, but I got it out of Bob's closet.

It is pretty loose. I am making sure I bend over a lot. Those in the front get a full front of my tits. Those in the back get to see my booty shorts pulled into my pussy lips. It is surprisingly empowering.

I walked by one group and damn they could have been the stereotype for tweakers. Some girls dressed a lot like me, but rougher. As in they were tweakers themselves. Hanging on a guy that probably didn't have a nickel to his name.

Or many teeth.

"Hey, sexy," said the guy. "Give me a kiss."

I walked over to him.

"You can't afford a kiss from me," I said. "My man charges a lot for me."

Let's get it right out there.

"I only give freebies to the sexy girls," I said. I turned to the girl to my right and pulled her in for a kiss.

She's pretty good at it. I made sure I was careful. Pushing her over might not be the right message. Fun, but not the right message.

"Damn," he said. "I need a piece of that. How much?"

"Well," I said, making it several syllables. "Blowjobs start at ten thousand."

"For a blowjob!" he shouted.

"My blowjobs are worth it," I said.

"Ain't no blowjob worth that much," he said. "What about a trade? I can hook you up with some nice No Doze."

"Hmm," I said. "Tempting. Really tempting. That's a lot of product though. No way you can do that."

I started to walk away. Gotta do the tease.

"Hold up," he said, with a little desperation. "Give me some time. You pay for it though. The BJ is my bonus."

I turned back to him.

"That's a pretty big bonus," I said. "You find me a nice key and we have a deal."

I started to walk away again.

"Where can I find you?" he shouted.

"I'll be around," I said, not even turning back. I did put a little extra wiggle in my ass. The last thing I heard was his moan.

My turn

My story isn't even that different. This is Leslie. I'm rocking a tube top. They still make tube tops! Mine is a pretty thin strip, so there is a a lot of cleavage and a lot of underboob. I'm not being very careful about it covering my nipples either.

And I have great nipples. Then again, so does Rylee.

I saw them up ahead. Three guys. You know the look. I held back a bit and realized they were selling hits. Right there at the race. People would come up and chat and they'd do the transaction. They weren't even hiding it that much. I wandered up and they noticed me before I got too close.

"Hey, boys," said the alpha. Or at least he thinks he is. "God has given us a gift. Why don't we take her in the motorhome and fuck her until we can't?"

"You know I can hear you," I said.

"You'd love it. Best you've ever had," he said. I admit, I laughed just a bit.

"You couldn't afford me," I said. "Not even close."

"Oh really," he said. "So you're for sale."

"Oh yeah," I said, in a guttural voice. "For all three of you, I'll even give you a discount. Three keys for half price."

"Three keys," he said. "You want that much."

"Aim high," I said, with a laugh. "A girl loves her product."

"Half price. What price were you thinking?" he said.

"You tell me. That's a lot of quantity. I'll bet you can't even do it," I said. The challenge is the hook.

"Tell ya what," he said. "I can get you three for $10K a piece. The fucks you throw in for free."

I took a moment to think about it. I looked closely at each of them. One at a time.

They're pretty serious losers, but I'm a good actress. A strategically placed sensual licking of my lips helped. Then I tweaked my nipples.

They liked that.

Three girls had walked up, and the evil eye was strong from all of them. They each paired up with their man.

"Get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass," said one of them. I laughed. Heartily.

"Just doing some business here girls," I said. "After we do, they're going to fuck me, and you can lick it all out."

Interesting. That both pissed them off and excited them. At least the older two.

An interesting conversation. I realized it was the business that excited them as much as the sex.

One girl, the youngest by far, looked a little lost. Fuck. We have to bust these guys and save the girls, or at least this one. You could tell she was new. She's not broken down yet. She's young, too. As in younger than me. Small, A cups, not much flare to her hips. I'm guessing a runaway.

Shit.

"You're wasting our time," he said. "You ain't got the money."

"You ain't got the product," I said, dismissively. "If you find it, or can do a connection, let me know. Maybe I'll give you a finder's fee fuck."

"Maybe," I said. I turned and walked away, with the same exaggerated hip swivel. It is powerful. I had made sure they got some nice downblouse shots.

My tits are mesmerizing. Hell, even to me!

I made myself laugh.

I decided I'd set the hook and wandered back to our campground, just as Rylee got there. Denny is really into in now and pulled us both in for sloppy kisses. An arm around each of us. Then he pushed us together.

Kiss Rylee. Oh no! The suffering.

Then he took our hands and damn near dragged us into the tent.

"Turn on the light," I said. "Let's give them a show. The shadows know."

The light cast shadows on the tent. We pushed him down and then Rylee and I did a striptease for him. Hey, you can enjoy your work, too. Then we got on our knees, and it was likely pretty obvious we were blowing him together. We didn't get him off yet, and Rylee climbed on. Then I got my turn.

We made sure he came all over us. On the outside of the tank tops.

Sending a message, right?

We finally came out and Rylee and I both chugged a beer. No worries. We have beers that are really iced tea. The right can, the wrong liquid.

I like iced tea.

Just then the young girl walked up.

"He sent me to you," she said. "I'm your test. If he'll fuck me, you have a deal."

OK, problem time. I guarantee she is underage. A federal agent, surprisingly, can have sex in the course of an investigation, but we have a serious ethical dilemma here.

"I don't fuck little girls," said Denny, with a sneer. "I'm not risking a rape conviction just to score some dope. I'm not fucking stupid. Send over someone of age, and hell yes, why wouldn't I? You can see I love sex."

He pointed at us. Cum covered us. I took the moment to wipe some cum off and suck it off my finger.

"He sure does," I said. "Good at it, too. Want a taste?"

She just shook her head no.

I took her hand and led her back.

"He's going to be pissed," she said, quietly.

"Can't fix that," I said. "Doing our best." I walked us right up to him.

"My man isn't stupid enough to fuck underage," I said, with some heat. "Send one of them." I pointed at the other two girls.

"They'll enjoy it," I said, doing another little taste. "They might not come back though."

Another taste.

He gave me a look that I am sure he thought was threatening.

He just looked constipated. Then he laughed.

"I guess he's a smart man, then," he said. "Although I would have bet you were underage."

"With these tits?" I said, lifting them up. I let them drop and tweaked my nipples again.

It's kind of fun.

"We doin' a deal or what," I said.

He laughed again.

"Maybe," he said. "I'll send her over if we can do it." He pointed at the young girl, who was looking at her feet.

Shit.

One way or another, she's coming out of here safe.

"Don't waste our time," I said. "Denny doesn't like his time wasted." I said that with some heat.

"Denny punishes time wasters," I said. I pulled down my shorts and showed him the big bruise on my thigh. OK, he got a pussy shot in the process. The dichotomy appeared to confuse him.

I do have a nice pussy. I do! Maybe not an Elena or Pari pretty pussy, but pretty nice.

He did moan a little. I would normally take that as a compliment, but, well, eww.

I spun, which made the girls bounce. That got another little moan. I turned back and laughed and pulled up my shirt and flashed him.

"Imagine sliding your cock right between them," I said, in a sultry voice. I dropped my shirt and turned and started to walk away.

"Wait," he said. Yeah, lust came through pretty hard.

"Tonight, midnight, behind Stand C, bring the cash," he said. I laughed.

"Cash in a dark place at midnight," I said. "Yeah, right. 8pm, in our tent. You clearly know where it is."

He glared at me.

"Fine," he spit. Then he spit. He is going down if only because he spit.

We hate spitters.

I wandered back to our tent, and we sat around bullshitting with everyone. Did we ever mention it is Friday and the race is on Sunday?

We have time.

"8 tonight," I said. "Our tent. We need $25K in cash."

"I can't get $25K that fast," said Denny. Rylee and I laughed.

"We can," we said.

"Jinx!" shouted Rylee. She came and sat on my lap, facing me. She slid her hands up inside my shirt and I did the same her. We just mauled each other's breasts we kissed and didn't stop.

Everyone around us was watching and I am pretty sure enjoyed the view.

"Hundred bucks and you can cum on them while they kiss," said Denny. "And they'll take off their tops."

Really Denny? Oh, what the hell. Topless now.

All of the sudden there were a lot of men surrounding us, all jacking off.

Weird. OK, not in our world, but this is the Daytona racetrack. We decided to just put our best effort into kissing.

Until the cum rain shower. It was a lot of cum.

The circle kept replenishing. Guy after guy after guy. Lots and lots of cum. We're just covered with cum.

It is a lot of cum.

Denny is just over there collecting the money. We were like that for an hour or more before Denny stopped taking money. I'm a bit stunned security didn't intervene.

"They were some of the best customers," said Denny.

Ah.

"And our cash problem is solved," he said.

"Seriously?" said Rylee. "250 people came on us? That's a lot."

"You're pretty drenched," said Denny. Rylee and I both laughed.

"Let's go see what we can do to wash it off," said Rylee. We pulled on our tops. Hey, walking to the bathroom is different from being at our campsite. We got up and she took my hand and we headed towards the bathrooms. We're just covered. There is a bit of a line. The girl in front of us looked at us and laughed and waved us in front of her. We got passed all the way to the front of the line. We went in and up to the sinks. Someone had left a soda cup, so I grabbed it and had Rylee stand over the floor drain. I emptied cup after cup over her until I washed off as much as I could. Then we traded spots and she did the same for me.

Oh yeah, we took our tops off, except at the end. There was a lot of cum on the shirts, too. The women seemed to enjoy us being topless.

We turned back the mirror and laughed.

Our clothes are completely transparent.

Oh well.

We headed back to our campsite, tits thrust out. We left a trail of moans.

Deservedly so.

We sat in our lawn chairs facing the sun with our legs spread. We kept having to shoo people away that were blocking the sun.

Hey, we get it.

Slowly we dried off, to the disappointment of many of our admirers. They all drifted off a bit.

I have to say, that much money for just getting showered with cum is interesting.

It was a lot of cum. Honestly, from some pretty weird people. Not sure I'd do it like this again. But at home...

Who am I kidding? I've had way more than that cum on me in a day.

We killed the afternoon and had dinner from one of the hot dog stands. OK, I like a decent hot dog and they are damn good hot dogs. Not Costco hot dog good, but good.

I'll let Rylee narrate now.

The takedown

Rylee here. It's almost 8. We thought about telling him that we wanted to meet his supplier, but we checked, and they did that handoff outside. That was stupid. We have it all on video. Our satellites are damn good. We even have a video of the full chain of custody. He collected the meth and walked straight to our campsite. We'll actually let him go and video the money exchange, too. Did I mention we have a team ready to take them down?

Della, you know. She's here with Marinda. 12 and 11.

It makes us laugh.

They're just hanging out a bit near where the fake security guard is waiting. They found some other kids and melted into the group. No one questions kids. They just don't. They're in jorts and bikini tops, so don't stand out at all.

OK, they are easily the sexiest girls there, but still.

We were sitting outside the tent when the dude walked up. He has a backpack over his shoulder. We decided that Leslie would stay outside, and I would go in with Denny. His XO, so to speak. We went inside.

"Oh, I am looking forward to this. My cock right between those scrumptious tits," he said, leering at me. OK, scrumptious was unexpected. I just gave him one of my medium smiles. No point in making him sticky. He pulled out a brick and handed it to Denny.

Denny held out his hand and two more appeared. Denny even has a test kit and tested them all.

He nodded at me.

We had our own backpack ready. Hey, 25,000 in small bills is a lot of money. Physically. It's a bit heavy. He opened the bag and pulled out random stacks and rifled through them.

"You screw me and you're dead," he said, in a tone he thought was menacing.

It was not.

He left us with the drugs and headed out. No need to follow him.

I love takedowns

This is so fucking fun. They always underestimate us. We usually get to beat the shit out of them. OK, maybe not, but at least take them to the ground. I saw the new guy walking up with Leslie's backpack. We moved to the edge of our group. The backpack got handed off and the guard dude opened it and looked inside. We couldn't hear them, but it didn't matter.

Marinda and I walked over. Did I mention this is Della?

"Hey guys," I said. "We'll blow you for a hundred bucks."

Oh, they did the up/down. You know they did the up/down. It let us get a little closer. Finally the security guy laughed and pulled money out of the backpack.

"Sure," he said. He held the money out to me.

I grabbed him by the wrist and spun him and had the zip cuff on in a flash. Marinda didn't even have to get fancy. She just slid behind him and zip cuffed him.

Which is when a really big dude came out of the shadows with a surprisingly large handgun.

"Walk away, little girls," he said.

I think it confused him when we both laughed.

"You're going to hand me the gun," I said.

"And I'm going to cuff you," said Marinda.

He laughed and then that is exactly what happened. Are you kidding me? Easy peasy. It turned out that he is the big boss and not just because he is a big dude. He wanted to see how this transaction would go and showed up personally.

The entire Southeast US ended up getting rolled up.

I'd call it a win.

Pretty anticlimactic, too. It did include Rylee and Leslie getting covered with 250 cums though, so there is that. I suspect we'll all have to testify. In a US court.

Interesting.

You know the cum is cumming up in trial. Yes, I went there.

I am telling Bob.

And testify they will

My name is Vishal. I'm the US Attorney for the middle district of Florida. This is too big to pass to a less experienced attorney. I'm Federal, not State. Not many of those survived. What a freaking mess.

This is going to be one weird trial. My primary witness is an undercover FBI agent. Marlon. In the case, he was Bubba, then Denny, but in real life he is Marlon. My other four witnesses are women, ranging in age from 12 to 16. All are Dionysus citizens. All are in the Dionysus military.

One is their Minister of Defense.

This is my first case that is going to involve such graphic descriptions of, well, cum.

Did you notice I'm doing the entry?

They're nice people. I got to meet everyone after the case. No, um, fun before the sentencing.

Oh God, it was fun.

But back to the trial.

We just finished the opening statements. Time to call my first witness. We swore in Marlon.

"Walk me through the day," I said. Yes, an open-ended question. Marlon's experienced, so I felt comfortable. He went through the day and didn't leave anything out. He didn't even leave out fucking Rylee and Leslie. We established early on that all sexual activity occurred in the country of Dionysus. I do have to take a short tangent. The defense tried to argue the court did not have jurisdiction because the crimes occurred in the country of Dionysus.

Then Leslie explained how we would just skip the trial and go straight to sentencing with her deciding the sentence. Then she played a video of their prison.

I'm not sure they're even human anymore and not in the Jessica has evolved way.

Yes, I've met Jessica and no, not met Jessica. Although she did invite me to her ninth birthday party.

I have blocked the entire week on my calendar, just in case.

I should mention that yes, we arrested the guy that was doing just one kilo. He still showed up at 10pm. Apparently he was unaware of what had already occurred. Given how high he was, I am not surprised. Rule one of being a drug dealer. Don't use the product.

After Marlon was done, the defense challenged the source of the $25,000. I am not sure where they were headed, but it is time to put Leslie on the stand.

To talk about the cum shower.

This is a fun trial.

We went through establishing who Leslie is. Oh, I let it drag on a bit. Her Top Gun win. Her military training. No, we didn't bring up Zeta. Her being the Minister of Defense for Dionysus was mentioned. The fact that the police force of their entire country reports to her, too.

We might have mentioned her command of the UN Security Forces, too.

Kind of hard to discredit the Minister of Defense of Dionysus.

"What was the source of the $25,000?" I asked.

"Donations," said Leslie, with just a hint of a smirk.

"And how were these donations collected?" I asked. Leslie has the biggest smile.

"While Rylee and I were passionately making out, Marlon charged men $100 each to masturbate and ejaculate all over us," said Leslie, with just the straightest face.

"That would be 250 different men," I said. The jury is clearly imagining it. I am pretty sure I heard a moan or two. Or three. Or more.

"Yes," said Leslie. "Although he lost count a bit and we raised a little over $26,000. We accounted for the excess and turned it into the FBI. Some of it was a little sticky, though."

You just had to go there, Leslie.

"And you were OK with this?" I said.

"Well, that's the thing," said Leslie. "No, it was disgusting, because they were random men that were pretty much low-lifes."

"You had to caveat that," I said. "Would it not have been disgusting in different circumstances?"

We decided to go there because the defense would.

Leslie actually laughed, just a bit. It was done perfectly. Leslie is an incredible witness. Leslie is incredible.

"No, it wouldn't have," said Leslie. "There cannot possibly be anyone aware of our world that thinks that a cum bath is infrequent in our world. It's fun with people you love."

"So 250 people that you love," I said.

"Oh yeah," said Leslie. "But yes, we are a loving society."

I'm pretty sure even the judge moaned this time.

I had been practicing controlling my moans.

The rest of the trial was uneventful. Marinda testified about the takedown. Della didn't. Dionysus refused. After all, she runs the Zeta program. When the defense objected, Hunter filed extradition paperwork for all involved.

They withdrew their objection.

The sentences were long.

One more thing

Rylee here. We didn't forget the young girl. Her name is Shamelra. She is 11. Younger than we even thought. Do you know what is even more disgusting and yes, I understand the irony. She was not a runaway. She was that dealer's daughter.

He sold her.

Disgusting.

We took her into custody that night. Not the US. Dionysus. She wasn't critical to the trial, and we weren't freaking putting her through it. She lives on the island in LA right now and appears to be pretty happy.

I visited her last week. She has a boyfriend now. And a girlfriend. I'm pretty sure they're a trio.

Good for them. We'll let Shamelra tell her story when she is ready. The good news?

He'd sold her that day. They hadn't consummated anything.

Two birds

Remember Tripp? We want to meet Tripp and his sister, Tracie. This is Rylee. Marlon is out of undercover now. You can't do it too many times. It just isn't safe. We invited them to come visit and Marlon balked.

"Dude," I said. "We know that Tripp is 14 and Tracie is 13. You can't possibly believe we consider that a problem. Bob and Amy are married to Pari and she's 12!."

He moaned, just a little. You would think that was for Amy, Bob, and Pari but I am confident it is not.

"Trios are a thing," he said.

"Oh yeah," I said.

"Even though we're cousins," said Marlon. "And they're brother and sister."

"Leslie is married to twins," I said.

His moan was long and deep.

They're coming this weekend. And cumming this weekend.

I'll leave that story for them to tell.

Oh hell

And I thought the Ironman was nuts. Somehow, I let Orlando and Sophia convince me to do this one.

Swim the English Channel. Current men's record was 6:57 and the women's record was 7:25. You knew we were going for it. We don't do things halfway. Now we trained in the Mediterranean, so we knew about swimming in the sea. Properly done the channel crossing was 21 miles. Doesn't sound like much does it?

May I refer you back to seven hours and twenty-five minutes.

We had trained. And trained. We had even trained in the channel.

Today was the day. We were in the process of greasing up and that is as disgusting as it sounds. We took this seriously, though, and had our scientific team work up a special formula. Entirely within the rules which we confirmed well in advance, but it would keep us warmer. Still disgusting. We were spreading it liberally on each other.

Grace wasn't helping. She was laughing uncontrollably. Mia was taking pictures and Dad was shooting video. Of us greasing up. We were on a special boat you hired to document your swim. Without them your swim didn't count.

What would be interesting is that Sophia and I are really strong swimmers. As strong as Orlando. We thought we could keep up and we were confident he could beat the men's record. One job the people on the boat had was pacing. They would be keeping us posted on how we were doing against the record. They knew all the splits of the record holder. The men's record holder. We needed to be ahead at each checkpoint. I'll pass the pen to Mom as our scribe.

Really, really disgusting

Amy here. Disgusting does not entirely capture the greasing up experience. It smells, too. Really bad. Lingering in the air bad. Skunks were perfume in comparison. Bad. Thankfully, they all dove in, and we were off. Mia was shooting pictures and Bob was shooting video and we had a number of drones, too. Orlando thought this could be a documentary if it wasn't too boring.

The first checkpoint was at an hour. More accurately it was at an hour for the current record holder. The three of them were on a good pace, swimming side by side. Stroke. Stroke.

A little boring for us, I admit. Not much we could do on the boat. The observer was very complimentary, and she had supervised a number of swims. As she put it, none this fast. We hit the check point and they were at 54:14.

Even she was shocked. They took the mandatory rest but were not allowed out of the water. Then we were off again.

I could bore you with every checkpoint but let me jump ahead. At the six hour point in the men's record run our team was at 5:34. That's not a little ahead. That's obliterating the record. Both girls were stroke by stroke matching Orlando. As we approached the shore the kids really timed it. Their goal was to set foot on shore at exactly the same time. Since the measurement was to seconds, that should be possible.

And they did it.

6:13:40

Over 43 minutes faster than the men's record. 72 minutes faster than the women's record. They had to submit to drug testing but there was no risk there.

They killed the record. I was so proud of them. We were so proud of them. It was the first time I had ever seen Sophia so proud of a physical accomplishment. It was so cool to see. Not that Orlando and Morgan weren't happy, but they were already Olympic champions.

Other than it being cool, there really wasn't much point in this post. We're so proud of them all. I'm sure you expected me to get busy with the observer, but nope.

Did I mention we went back to our house in Oxford? We just don't visit enough. It is so cool. When we got there we were surprised to find Pari there with Eduardo. OK, if by surprised I meant thrilled. Pari is special. Now, her reason for being here was nuts.

She was negotiating to buy Oxford. Not the medical school.

Oxford.

Including the medical school. And the law school. And every other school. This entry took an interesting turn. I guess it isn't that surprising that she'd buy Oxford, but come on. Pari. But this is for your benefit. Pari and I are in bed together almost every night.

With Bob.

It is a pleasant mental image, now isn't it?

Yeah, yeah, another one

Pari here. I am not going to fill up the journal with an elaborate post about negotiating to buy something.

But is it OK if I dance a little happy dance?

We had something else to celebrate tonight. This was a big bold bet. A triple B. Our rules would apply on the entire campus, including housing. The university was almost indistinguishable from the town. There was no way to secure anything. The townspeople all just used the university facilities. The gym, the restaurants and cafeterias, the libraries.

And I was building wrestling rooms. That's a big debate in the council right now. Do we RFID lock them, as in only students and staff, or do we leave them open? That's a big move. Anyone could wander in to fuck random people.

See the problem? Or is there a problem?

What did happen was the most bizarre city council meeting in the history of the world. No, I'm serious. The council people and the public in general. It was odd and graphic and hilarious.

Some of them were worth doing, too. I mean come on, college town.

Want to guess which side the college kids were on? Let me share a direct public comment from a young woman who looked to be early in college. Well, or high-school. She had that look where it was hard to determine age.

"We are on the right side of history. We are voting for more cocks. Well more everything, but cocks wear out. It is always good to have more cocks," she said. "Vote yes!"

The entire crowd shouted it, including her.

Then she yelled "jinx" at the top of her lungs.

Everyone in the room moaned. For it, against it, everyone moaned.

You know me. Bashful Pari. The problem seemed to revolve around the rules. Having all these politicians throwing around words like "oral only" and "fucking your own kids" and "everybody's bi" was hilarious. Clearly they were all near a yes vote, because of the direction of the questions and discussions, but I thought I could help.

It helped encourage me that the chairman of the council looked to be mid-thirties, was quite tall and athletic, with dark blonde hair and wearing such a stereotypical tweed jacket complete with leather arm patches. Nerdy professor with a hot body worked for me.

I jumped up onto the table and there was an intake of breath in the room. Wow, most of these people knew that was almost always for the person to yell gangbang.

Tempting as it was.

"Sorry, that's not why I jumped up here," I said, with a smile. The sound of the entire room saying things like "Oh no" and "Too bad" and "Oh God, I'd hoped" were quite complimentary.

"OK, it's very simple. Any age can watch. We feel that is good for growth and development. When you reach 5 years old, you can give and receive oral sex from someone that is between 5 and 17 inclusive. There are no other limitations on who it can be. Brother, sister, twin, friend, someone you were attracted to in the milk aisle. In the milk aisle and I do mean that literally. Everybody understand what happens at 5?" Just then, two little kids ran up, holding hands, turned to the crowd and started stripping. I should have stopped them, but I'd made this building a consulate, at least for the night. I didn't now what would happen, but I knew something would happen. The girl climbed up onto the council table and laid back. Her friend, who I suspect is her twin, climbed up and lowered his small little cock into her mouth. The entire room gasped. He leaned down and started attacking her clit with his tongue.

Which is how an entire town council watched 5-year-old twins get each other off. In silence. To cheers when they both orgasmed.

I should also mention that as soon as they started, a particularly small boy walked up, also naked, and openly masturbated while watching.

I did say that anyone could watch. The kids stood up on the table, held hands, took a deep bow. They jumped off, gathered their clothes and ran off into the crowd. The chairman looked at me and smiled. Then he winked.

"And what is the next age?" he said. Well sure. I turned to the audience.

"The next threshold is 7 years old. The upper age threshold is still 17 years old. Age 7 takes off the oral limitation," I said. What happened then was hilarious. A few people immediately understood what it meant. Then there was a groundswell and a crescendo as the entire room realized.

Almost as if I had scripted it, a boy and girl walked to the front, holding hands. They turned around and he started stripping. He pulled off his shirt to a pretty big gasp from all. He had to be close to the top end of the age bracket. My God, his chest was sculpted with broad shoulders and a perfect V. Just as I finished drinking all that in, he dropped his shorts.

He had simple gorgeous 7-inch (18 cm) average cock, with an upward curve, and a large mushroom head, complete with a large drop of precum. The girl reached over, swiped it off, and then offered it to him. He licked her finger like a lollipop. God, it was sexy.

Then she dropped her sundress. Was she even 7? Would they stick to oral? The boy laid right on the council table this time. She got on her knees and started blowing him. Wrong demonstration, I guess, but damn fun to watch.

No. She started climbing up his legs and lifted his cock in the air. She stood over him, positioned his cock, and gently slid down it. After not too far, she stopped. She lifted up a bit and then slammed herself down, all the way on his cock, with a loud yelp.

Oh. My. God.

He just took her virginity. She turned to the crowd.

"Today is my seventh birthday," she said. He smiled.

"Tomorrow is my eighteenth. Would you really have denied us this?" he said.

The entire crowd cheered and clapped, which was very un-British.

But come on. She started gently bouncing up and down, faster and faster. She finally slid up and off, quickly catching his cock in her hand. She aimed his cock, and the first two jets went right into his mouth. Then she leaned way over so her little chest and pussy were almost horizontal. The rest of the cum just drenched her and a lot dripped back on to him. There was so much that some dripped onto the table and a lot dripped down on the carpet. She let go of his cock and it slapped into his chest. She licked up a huge stripe of cum off his nipple and kissed it to him. Then she turned and looked at me and smiled.

Well, I didn't want to get my dress soiled, so I dropped it to the ground. I walked over and stood next to the table. I leaned over and took a big lick across her nipple and then kissed some to her and some to him. I pulled him off the table when I realized he was hard again. I pulled her to the edge of the table, sitting, with her legs dangling, and opened up her legs. I leaned way over and started licking her and my new teenage friend slid right into me. She went over and over and finally hopped down. I was still getting pounded but realized that she'd brought a sexy AF adult man who was naked and hard. She positioned him in front of me, sitting in her spot on the table, turned and gave me a quick kiss, and ran into the crowd.

In front of me was a 9-inch (23 cm), very thick, uncut, hard cock.

I swallowed every inch of it, to cheers from the crowd. I started bobbing up and down and the younger boy pulled out, stepped around, and came all over my face and the cock I was sucking, and the guy's chest. The kid leaned over, licked up a big blob, kissed it to the man, and then the kid ran into the crowd. The last remaining man stood up, bent me over the table and just pounded me, in front of the crowd. Finally he flipped me around and lifted me up onto the table and covered me from hair to toes with the biggest load I'd ever seen. He shook the last drop off and ran into the crowd.

Then a line formed. Seriously. A line. I counted. There were 72 spots to lick. It took a while, because everyone figured out they should lick some, kiss it to me, then suck on my clit for a bit.

About every third person I went off.

It was 54 minutes before I was clean. By that time there was not a clothed person in the room. People were doing some things that were new to me. They were certainly exploring boundaries. I noticed one guy, probably in his sixties, lying on the floor with a girl of about my age just bouncing with abandon, all the time crying out "Oh Pops, Oh Pops".

That family was a little closer now, although I admit it didn't look like a first time fuck.

I was going to like this town.

The council voted yes. Unanimously. I found myself, as the meeting broke up, standing with the Chairman, his equally beautiful wife, their 14-year-old son, and 9-year-old daughter. All beautifully dressed. OK, dressed in nice clothes that were a little more haphazard than when they arrived. The daughter had a decent size dollop of cum in her hair.

I was still naked.

"We'll pay to have everything cleaned and the carpet replaced," I said.

"Come on," said the little girl. "If you have a party that results in having to have the carpet replaced, it was worth it."

Yeah, we all moaned.

"Props to Marny for fucking her Pops in public," said the boy. They all laughed, and the message was clear that the only new thing was "in public."

"So is Marny a good fuck?" I asked. They all said "Yes" at once. Not discrete, but she did fuck her Pops in public.

The girl got jinx out first.

"What about Pops?" I asked. I'm not stupid. I said "yes" with them and got "jinx" out first, to much laughter.

"To properly repay you, would you like to spend an evening of unending passion with our family?" asked the girl.

"The four of you would be fun," I said, with a smile.

"Oh, it's more than just the four," said a voice. I turned around and every person that had done an impromptu demonstration were standing there. The man was the third in their poly trio. All kids, even the littlest, was some combination of the three. Oh wait, not trio. Quad. Another stunning woman joined them.

The littlest guy toddled over to me. The one that jacked off watching the slightly older 5-year-olds.

"I turn 5 at midnight. I will rock your world," he said, leering.

I had no doubt he would. That many small kids together? Midnight wasn't when he'd learn.

Let's just say he is likely advanced for his age. In private. Age appropriately.

What he doesn't know is that at midnight, not only will he be five, but I'll grant an exception.

"Oh, I know," he said. "I know."

That's when he took his sister's hand.

Got it.

I'm not really clear how a story about the English Channel swim ended here, but it is a good, no great, outcome. Outcum.

Bob will reward me.

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