I love email. If you give me a story line, I'll name a character after you. I really need ideas for fun situations. Get it?
Leslie here. You may remember that Watkins and I enjoyed some fun with a group in Paris recently. We didn't just happen to be there. We have a meeting with the people at Airbus to discuss two of their Concorde aircraft. Numbers 201 and 209 are still at the factory. We want to buy and restore them. Even more, we want all the tooling.
Now, they're hopelessly antiquated, but still cool as fuck. So, we wanted to build some, correcting the design flaws. We are also going to Marseille. We didn't have a house in Marseille. What's up with that?
We were starting in Marseille. At Hotel Les Bords De Mer. With just 19 rooms, it is reported to have an incredible view and an outstanding restaurant. Their website sucks, though. You can't see the rooms. It's just minimalist, which isn't your goal on your website. That said, I doubt if they're looking for the casual tourist. It was pretty pricey for the size of the rooms and there was only one suite.
Which I have no idea about, because the details are not on their website. They love it though, based on the prices. I booked us for a week. We'd bop over to Toulouse whenever we want. We knew the suite had two bedrooms and could hold four. Our meeting is the day after tomorrow, so it is just Watkins and me for a couple days. Then Hallie and Hunter are joining us in the suite. I also booked two more rooms, which could each hold four, and invited Gabe and his quad and Ruby and hers.
Watkins is going to have fun. I am looking forward to a couple quiet days with just him. I really do love him. I know he loves me, too. It's a challenge though. He needs to be out there more, but I think he's still smitten. He's fabulous, though, and truly understands, which is why a couple days was OK.
I thought I'd rock his world for a bit. I do love him, as more than just a friend, but Hunter, Hallie, and I are a trio, and we know it. I might be focusing too much on things you know. Back to the story.
We wanted a nice convertible to drive and flew here in a here in a C-112. Why you ask?
Because a C-112 can swallow two Concordes whole.
Plus, all the tooling.
With a lot of room to spare. I found a website with the top fifteen supercar convertibles ever. Some deserved the title, but weren't very exciting, like the 911 Turbo or even the Lamborghini Aventador. You know your life is just stupid when the Bugatti Veyron made the not special enough list. We owned one of all fifteen. In most cases, we own more than one. I picked the truly exotic ones and we loaded them all onto the plane. Just five. OK, that's laughable. Just five cars, all of which were worth millions. I'm 16.
Watkins and I had a spirited conversation on what order to drive them. We finally decided on alphabetical, which meant the Ferrari was up first. It and the Porsche were the most pedestrian and would be first and last. Sure, multimillion dollar cars are pedestrian.
We landed at the local airport. You kind of have to with a C-112. It's not like you can land in the back of a parking lot. It is big enough to hold two Concordes, right? Even the airport required a back part of the taxiway and we had to explain that its full weight would never be on the ground. They didn't buy it, so we agreed the plane would never be on the ground for more than an hour.
Which is why it is hovering over the Mediterranean right now. It is not risk. It will stay out of anybody's way. It will even politely respond to hails on the radio in every language on Earth. In a voice that sounds just like a male pilot would.
Yeah, male. Gotta live with the stereotypes when they're talking to your empty plane.
We hopped into the Ferrari and Watkins was driving. Again, mostly for appearances, but they expected the older man. He's only 37, so not that old. After all, I'm 16 now. An old maid. Except for the married part. To two people. That are twins. Boy/girl twins. With kids.
OK, maybe we're not typical.
We arrived at the hotel, and they were very gracious at the valet. Our suitcases were spirited away, and the hotel manager came out to greet us.
"Welcome to our hotel," he said. "My name is Javier, and I am your host for your stay."
I'd done my homework and clearly, he had as well. A woman walked up, holding a tray. A white for me, and a red for Watkins.
"You have clearly done your homework," I said. I extended my hand, as he expected.
"Does the hotel manager usually offer to be the host?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "For anyone taking our suite. We take our service quite seriously."
"Wait," I said. "Do you know who we are?"
"Only that you're Mr. and Mrs. Watkins," he said. That sneaky...Mary Lou made our reservations.
"Yes, that's us," I said. "The Watkins."
Watkins is just grinning from ear to ear. I took his arm, holding the wine with my other hand. I needed to pour it out. Ack. We'll do that discretely. I am sure these are not the wines that Mary Lou suggested.
I turned to the waitress, who was still nearby, and rattled off the names of a good red and a good white. She nodded and held her tray out and we both put our glasses on it.
For some reason, the manager's expression changed a little when I ordered two bottles of wine that total over $100,000 dollars. The waitress smiled at me. She leaned in and whispered to the manager. I love the facial expressions when they zip through so many of them at once.
He ended on pleased. Me too. Javier is a hunk.
So is his daughter. The waitress. I, of course, knew everything about the hotel. There are only six staff. Javier, his wife, and their four kids. Isabell is the oldest. Isabell is 14. Followed by Brycen, 13, Madee, 11, and Barret, 9. Pussy, cock, pussy, cock.
OK, that was a little crass. But delectable.
The mom is Eden. Javier and Eden are 33 and 32. They started young. I decided this was going to head in a different direction.
Mostly because I wanted them. Isabell snorted.
I waited.
"What would your offer be?" asked Isabell. It took Javier a second, but Isabell got a small smile and he waited. For me to answer. To answer Isabell.
I shared the offer, which is generous. As in, I want the place, even if I have to tear it down.
"Would you be converting it to a residence for the inner circle?" she asked. I nodded. We all nod a lot.
"Would there be positions available for us to stay on?" asked Isabell. Nodding was still working. I see why Dad nods a lot.
"And a home for us on the empty lot that is available next door?" she asked. "It would add almost a kilometer of beach."
"That would be your responsibility to buy and build," I said. "But we would fund it."
"You just told a 14-year-old to buy a kilometer of beach front property and to build our family a house," said Eden.
"Yes," I said. I thought about nodding though.
"You could have just nodded," said Isabell. "What's the budget?"
"What's the asking price?" I asked. She named a big figure.
"That's high, even for this," I said. "You can go that high, but any savings below that you get to keep."
"Cool," she said. "I know the owners. They'll easily take a million Euros less."
Seemed like a spot to nod.
"Would the hotel be a consulate?" she asked. Noddin' away here.
"And our house too?" she asked. I admit I laughed.
Then I nodded.
"And I can buy the local school system?" she asked.
"Yes, but you have to run it," I said.
"Sure," she said. "That's the way it works." She paused.
Oh. I nodded.
Just then the rest of the kids ran up.
Damn.
"Barrett, make an appointment with the Superintendent of Schools for the two of us," said Isabell. "Let them know we're representing the kingdom."
I admit, I laughed when he nodded.
"Madee," said Isabell. "Negotiate for the property next door. Any savings under asking you and I split." She delegates and she's fair.
"Brycen," said Isabell. "Interview architects. Ask them to submit sketches for a beachfront home." She turned to me.
"Three thousand or so," I said.
"Three thousand square feet or so," she said. Ah, she assumed since I am originally American.
This is fun. I got to shake my head no.
Her eyebrows shot up, and then she smiled and turned to Brycen.
"My error," she said. "Three thousand or so square meters."
Javier and Eden gasped. Brycen nodded.
"Mom and Dad," said Isabell. "I need you to say the words I accept."
Which they did. Together.
And so did Isabell. She muttered jinx under her breath. And then she smiled and turned to me.
"Does the consulate appellation apply once they accept?" she asked. I nodded. She turned to her parents.
And gave them each one hell of a kiss. Her mom vibrated right through an orgasm. The other kids caught on and got in line and each kissed both parents. Brycen even stroked his dad's cock a little.
These people are fun.
Isabell turned back.
"I made arrangements with a local boutique hotel that is a little larger to take all our future reservations," she said.
"What!" said Eden, Javier, Barret, Watkins, and me.
Barret got it out first.
"You're pretty predictable," he said, coming in for the kiss. "Just because Mom and Dad didn't know who you were didn't mean we didn't know who you were. I took the reservation. The fact that the call came from a number with a Dionysus country code was pretty indicative."
This kid has skills. I put his hands on my breasts and he didn't hesitate. He knew exactly how hard to twist my nipples.
Then he twisted them just a little more. He left me vibrating and went in for the kiss with Watkins.
They both came pretty close. Watkins broke the kiss and Barret laughed.
"We wouldn't want to waste one," said Barret. "Why don't we all head inside and fuck."
Well sure, little guy. He took my hand, and we led the way. Dropping our clothes as we went.
I like Marseilles.
The good news is they have lots of spatulas. The bad news is we used them all up. The good news is that Jessica already shipped in another case. I won't narrate everything, but at one point all four kids were giving me all of their attention. Brycen in the front, Barret in the back. Madee on my face and Isabell sucking my nipples.
It was amazing. Then again, if Madee wasn't on my face, I would have seen Watkins in the middle of a train, with Javier in the front and Eden in the back.
Yes, I had that right.
Isabell here. We're already making progress. Barret and I just came from a meeting with the superintendent. It appears that school districts are positioning themselves and hoping for an acquisition. Our school system had a price at which the entire thing would be approved on the spot. Given it was less than my proposal, it was an easy decision. We had already worked with Jason on funding and the entire transaction is done.
We did ask for the retiring Superintendent to write us a pass for being late to class. I go to the nearby high school and Barrett is in elementary school. I was about ten minutes late to second period and you just knew this wasn't going to go well. My teacher is a dick and not in a good way. He's abusive and touchy, which are a bad combination. Today was going to be interesting though. The Dionysus contract is very clear that we have 100% control over hiring and firing. Yes, I said we, but in this context it is accurate. I run the school district. OK, Barret might, but for now I can make decisions.
And his ass is mine. Again, not in a good way.
I walked into class as quietly as I could and slipped into my seat. He noticed. I knew he would. He walked over and stood behind me.
"So, you finally decided to join us," he said. He put his hands on my shoulders and started rubbing. He was pretty aggressive at it and liked to let a hand slip over onto my breast a couple times, too.
Today was different. This time when he did it, I stood up abruptly.
And slapped him. Hard. My handprint on his face hard. His eyes teared up hard.
"That was your last chance to do that ever," I said. "You are fired. You will be escorted out of the building. You will be flagged to never be rehired and we will notify every school district in the world that you should never be hired."
It didn't help that he laughed. Just then the door opened and two people came in. Dressed in full camo gear with large guns strapped to their back. I know the older one is Leslie. I do not know the younger one but am quite hopeful I will know the younger one soon.
And know her well. She just snorted, so I am guessing she can read me, which made her laugh a little.
"I'm Della," she said. Then she turned to the teacher and pulled the gun off her back.
I have never seen anyone sexier.
"We'll be escorting you out now," said Della, in a voice that was surprisingly stern.
"I'll use it later, too," thought Della, to me. Given Leslie snorted, I'm guessing she heard it, too. Her second snort seems to have confirmed it.
"I will do anything and everything you ask," I thought, to them both. Yeah, I can do it. Three siblings, right?
The rest of the day was uneventful, but tomorrow will be interesting. I'm meeting with all the school directors in the district. I might miss third period.
Madee here. I'm off to negotiate for the property. I am using a little subterfuge and brought along Dad. You know, Javier. If I go do it myself, they'll easily know it is the kingdom. That will be negotiating from a position of weakness. If Dad negotiates, it will be from the position of hotel owner that is stretching himself to do the deal.
Much better. Having said that, we're not going to steal it from them. That's just not the Dionysus way. We'll be fair, just not overpay. Much.
The owners are a retired couple, Marlie and Antone. I did all the research and know they're both 71. I also found out, when we met them, that this is their only asset and they're running out of money to live.
Well that sucks. It also gave me an idea, the basics of which I cleared with Leslie. Her words were "your call".
I think I like Dionysus.
Let me jump into the meeting.
"Hello," said Dad, to Marlie and Antone. "I appreciate your taking time to meet with me today. My apologies for having to bring my daughter along."
"It's perfectly alright," said Marlie. "We miss having children around. Our own are grown and have all moved away with our grandkids. We miss them terribly."
That was the first sign this might go in a different direction.
"We understand that you're considering selling the property and given its location, we're hopeful we can find a way to afford it," said Dad. Both Marlie and Antone nodded.
"We are considering it, although it makes us sad," said Antone. "It has been in the family for generations."
"On which side?" asked Dad. The look between Antone and Marlie was brief but telling.
"Um, mine," said Antone, and Marlie just nodded. "Unfortunately, we are at a point in our lives where we outlived our savings and are forced to sell. Our children have no interest but are hopeful we'll die soon and leave them the proceeds. We have lived on the property since we were children."
Oh boy. It confirmed my thoughts. We have lived on the property.
"Dad," I said. "I'm sorry, but I need to jump in."
Dad looked at me, a bit surprised, but nodded.
"OK," I said. "Here's the deal. We're going to be completely honest with you and we're going to work out a way that you can continue to live here as long as you want. It will also be a Dionysus consulate and you'll finally be able to be more open about being siblings. Twins I believe?"
Dad looked at me in shock.
Antone and Marlie just smiled.
"It was my use of we, wasn't it?" said Antone. "I slipped up."
I laughed a little.
"No," I said. "That just confirmed it. I did my research. Your being born the same day, in the same hospital isn't impossible, but was surprising. So, we looked a little deeper. Your family made it complicated, but not that complicated."
"Will we be arrested?" said Marlie, clearly with concern.
"No," I said. "They would never arrest a Dionysus citizen for this."
Marlie got it a lot before Antone did.
I think it was her moan that cemented that thought.
His moan came pretty quickly, too.
"So here's the deal," I said. "I'd like to buy the property. I'd like to build our family a home on the other end. Next to what used to be the hotel."
"Used to be?" said Marlie and I smiled.
"It is now a vacation home for the Dionysus extended royal family," I said. "The hotel is under Dionysus rules. As would be this property. Which is important to the rest of my point. We would have a home at the other end. We would give you a life estate to live in this home until you've both passed. As Dionysus citizens, you'll also receive an appropriate pension and have most of your day-to-day costs covered."
I shared the details of the pension.
"That's at least 10 times the highest annual income we've ever earned. Total," said Antone. "And we never worked in the Dionysus world. We wouldn't have paid into the retirement program."
"No one does," I said. "It is fully funded by the kingdom. There is no minimum citizenship requirement either."
Then I made the offer at a price that was stupid high. I am also quite confident it was the right choice.
It took a few days to put together, but the deal was finalized pretty easily.
Right after the first meeting, to finish that thread, we went back to the hotel. Leslie was at the bar with Watkins, so Dad and I walked in. Leslie saw us and waved us to a table.
"So how did it go?" said Leslie.
"We purchased the property, but we're providing a life estate for the couple to remain in their home," I said. "I also promised them they would be Dionysus citizens and would immediately begin receiving their retirement benefit."
"OK," said Leslie. "I trust you."
"You trust her?" said Dad. "She paid 50% above asking."
"Yeah," said Leslie. "That was inspired."
"And," added Leslie. "She took money out of her own pocket to do it. I'd bet money she could have stolen that place from them, and she and Isabell would have pocketed a lot of money. But she didn't do that. She did the right thing."
"It felt right," I said, softly.
"Because it was," said Leslie. "Never ever ignore those feelings. Do what feels right. Do what feels fair. Will you make a mistake occasionally? Maybe, but keep doing it. Every single time."
"And you won't make a mistake," said a new voice. I looked up and oh my holy God.
He sat down and stuck out his hand, to me.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Bob. I believe you're Madee and you're her dad, Javier?"
Dad and I both just kind of looked at him and Leslie started laughing.
"OK," said Leslie. "I find it hilarious. Dad freaking hates it. Which might be why I find it hilarious. He's just a normal guy. OK, supremely talented, but pretty normal."
"Talented?" I said and my freaking voice sounded like a squeaking cat.
"Oh yeah," said Leslie and Watkins.
OMG, they paid it off at the table. Leslie sat on his legs facing Watkins and gave him the most amazing kiss. While her dad watched. And made two suggestions.
Really freaking good suggestions.
They came up for air and Leslie moved back to her chair. It took her a moment to stop vibrating.
"Where were we?" said Leslie.
"The couple next door," I said, and Leslie just nodded and kept trying to catch her breath. Oh, I get it. That kiss. Holy shit.
"They're Marlie and Antone," I said. "Honestly, they're pretty adorable. I'd do them."
Dad just looked at me and stared for a minute. Now you're expecting the moan.
Which happened. Just a little differently than you might have expected. It wasn't Dad that moaned.
"Me too," said Dad, in a bit of a dreamy voice.
It was Bob, Leslie, and Watkins that moaned.
They were still mid-moan when we heard a voice.
"Pardon me for intruding," said a soft voice. We all turned to find Marlie and Antone.
"A young woman called and told us we were invited to dinner," said Marlie. "Perhaps we were mistaken."
"You were right," said a voice. "I invited you."
We all turned again. There is a small woman, a young small woman, standing there.
Stark naked.
"Jessica why don't you have clothes on?" asked Leslie.
"Why would I have clothes on? I never have clothes on," said Jessica.
"She has a point," said Bob. "And this is a consulate now."
"Yeah," said Leslie. "Good point."
Leslie stood up.
And stripped. Then she sat back down.
I am confident in saying that everyone was staring but I am not taking my eyes off Leslie to check. OK, maybe a little.
To stare at Jessica.
I think we're going to like this new situation.
Then Watkins stripped, followed by Bob.
Assume the appropriate moans.
So, I stood up and stripped. I appreciate that I got moans, too.
None louder than Dad's.
Which is when Mom walked up. She heard the moan and looked at me.
Yeah. She moaned, too.
And stripped. My God, Mom is sexy. Just assume there was more moaning when someone stripped. Hold up. I just whipped my head around.
To look at Marlie and Antone.
Marlie has a sly smile. You know the smile. Then she stripped.
Marlie is in amazing shape. Marlie is sexy AF.
Then Antone stripped.
"Will you both do me on the table," I said. Don't know why. A pretty good idea.
"Why don't we have dinner first," said Jessica. Now we're all looking at naked Jessica.
"Does she know she's the most beautiful woman in the world?" said Marlie. To Antone. Just a little too loud.
Just as Bill walked up. Never met him. Can't wait to do so.
You see, he is naked, too. And impressively hard.
No moan was louder than Dad's, although Antone's was pretty close.
Moan worthy.
"Not again," said Bill and Jessica just nodded. They both rolled their eyes, and we changed the subject.
"Let's eat," said Bob. He hopped up. He's just flailing in the wind a bit.
That was fun.
We walked into the restaurant and there was a big group milling around. I know the royal family pretty well. They're all pretty famous.
I see Hunter and Hallie, who just came and kissed Leslie. Not being stupid, I gave it a shot and held my arms open.
Not what I expected, but the hug and kiss from Bob was extraordinary.
Jessica gave him three suggestions.
Damn good suggestions.
Then I got a hug from Hunter, then Hallie.
Loving our new lives
I have never eaten dinner faster.
We have things to do. And we did.
Repeatedly.
With permission, I will share that my experience with Bill and Jessica was simply overwhelming. As in I passed out. More than once.
Right before I called the gangbang. Yes, I am 11. Jessica assured me it was OK that it was my first gangbang.
Then she expressed her love for gangbangs.
Jessica is fun.
Last night was amazing. Luckily our appointment is at 1100. I'm not sure we could have gotten there any earlier. Today is the Venom. It's weird and cool. This is the single Final Edition car, and it is gorgeous.
And it flies now. Caralyn's team invented a small accessory that could be added to an existing car and allow it to fly. The car itself still runs on gas, sort of. The antigrav unit can also power the car on the road, if you choose. Just put the car in neutral and off you go.
It is kind of cool. Easy to revert back to stock.
We flew over, which is exhilarating in an open top supercar. We landed down the street, as we generally do, and even drove using the actual engine, since people get confused when a supercar is silent.
It is amazing the deference you receive at the guard gate when you're driving a car like this. Simply amazing. You know some of our past experiences, but then again, this is an airliner manufacturer and I'm fairly well known in the aerospace industry.
Top Gun, you know.
We got to the desk and the CEO was actually waiting for us and gushed a bit. It gets embarrassing. He led us into the elevator and gave us a running pitch for the strengths of Airbus.
Oh. He thinks we're going to buy the whole company. Sorry, dude. Dinosaur powered jets don't interest us, at least going forward. He led us into a conference room and the entire leadership team was in the room.
And all about to be disappointed. They did the introductions and we all sat, and they looked at me with such anticipation.
"Let me deal with the elephant in the room right up front. I am not here to make a bid for all of Airbus," I said. "I'm open to it but recognize it would be only for your manufacturing capabilities. We would manufacture nothing of what you currently sell."
"We have the finest planes in the industry," said the CEO.
"Your planes run on dinosaurs," I said. "Ours are carbon negative, generate oxygen into the atmosphere, and never require refueling. They're also capable of exceeding 200,000 kilometers per hour and can travel into space. We can also build the larger 100-seat model for less than you can built your cheapest jet. Considerably less."
I didn't mention they can all jump, too.
"I'm sorry for being blunt, but I did mean it. We need capacity, so if that's your next step, let me know," I said. "What we're here today to discuss airframes 201 and 209, plus the tooling. I collect airplanes and Watkins and his team restore them. You have to be familiar with what we've done."
Clearly many in the room were.
"We'd like to buy those two planes, plus the tooling to create and build new models. We would commit to not make any for more than personal enjoyment or museum use. They're pretty worthless for that right now compared to the planes we already make."
"We would never part with them," said their COO. Kind of a pompous dude.
So, I named a figure.
"When would you like to pick them up?" said the same guy, with a little laugh.
Yeah, I thought so.
"This afternoon," I said. "As soon as the paperwork is done and payment is made, we'll take them with us."
"You know they're not ready to fly," said another exec.
"Yeah," I said. "They'll both fit in a C-112. We brought one."
"They'll fit in something called a C-112," said yet another exec. Lots of execs.
It could not have been asked at a better time. The room darkened a little and we all turned.
The C-112 had blocked the sun. It is landing right outside our window with the cockpit facing us.
I waved at Tia and Jax. Tia is in the left seat. That cannot surprise you. I do love Jax though. He knows Tia prefers command, and he defers. He's quite capable and certainly flies left seat a lot, but when they're together, she does. It makes him smile.
"OK," said the CEO. "Before I comment on what the fuck was that, did I see that it was being piloted by two toddlers?"
"They're beyond toddling," I said. "Those are my kids. The smaller one was the winner of this year's Top Gun."
"Oh, I have to ask," said the CEO again. I laughed.
"The co-pilot is 4. The pilot is his younger sister, who is 3," I said.
That's right when an aide walked in and handed a piece of paper to the CEO.
"You paid already," he said.
"Sure," I said. "You're not going to screw us. There wasn't any risk."
Oh God. He wanted to say it. Right on the tip of his tongue. Then he shook his head and didn't say it.
Come on. It would have been a riff on screw us. Sure, it would have been wildly inappropriate, but Dad would have both hated it and loved it.
Not sure if the CEO would want Dad's rewards.
I'll bet he would.
You'll notice I didn't bother with anyone's names. Not journal worthy. They did bring in an amazing lunch and we chatted a bit about the planes we've restored.
"You have an example of every commercial aircraft we've ever made. All restored," said the CEO.
"Sure," I said. "Honestly, most were pretty cheap. Even the A380 wasn't that much. All the military versions, too. In fact, Vino came with an A400."
"Just kind of thrown in with the deal," said the CFO.
"Well, it came with an aircraft carrier, a bunch of F/A-18s and some Harriers. Our main island came with two F-16V planes and some helicopters. For that matter, we still own a ton of your Eurocopters. We fly them for fun now, but relied on them for quite a while," I said. "Oh, I don't have a Beluga. I'd buy one of those in a heartbeat."
"Well, we are retiring several of the first-generation models," said the COO. "We also have some second generation that we would be prepared to sell."
"Oh, I'll buy as many as you'll sell me," I said. "Those things are cool."
"What would you use them for?" asked the COO.
"Oh nothing," I said. "Just the museum. They're not big enough. The C-112 holds a lot more and can fly a lot faster and cheaper."
Well, it can.
"Do we make anything you consider worth flying?" asked the CEO, with some snark.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to offend you in any way. We realize that we still pretty tightly control the use of our aircraft. Of aircraft that are available, you make very fine equipment. The airlines are happy with them and they're safe and reliable. We just live in a different world. They'll blend eventually."
"Isn't your largest passenger aircraft just 100 seats?" asked the COO.
"Sure," I said. "But we don't care if we have to send multiple planes. Pretty much everyone in our world can fly one. Hell, I have my own. So does Tia."
"Your daughter has an airliner," said the CEO.
"Well," I said. "She has a lot of friends. Now that they're space capable, too, they're pretty handy. We don't really have an airline or scheduled flights. We have planes all over. If you can fly one, you can check it out. Kind of like a library book. Everyone can. If the adults can't fly them, the odds are nearly 100% that their kids can. We teach everyone to fly in school."
"They're that easy to fly," said the COO.
"Well yes," I said. "But that's not how it works. They all start with a Cessna TTx and work their way through everything before they touch an ion-plane. Pick a kid and they can fly just about anything we put in front of them."
"So, your daughter Tia could fly one of the Beluga's home," said the COO, with some snark.
"Oh sure," I said. "The original Beluga is an A300. The XL is an A330. Tia's certified in both."
"Your 3-year-old," said the CEO.
"Don't be so surprised. Jax can fly them both, too. So could Jessica or Bill or Nylah or Colby. I can. Watkins can. My wife Hallie and my husband Hunter can," I said.
"Your wife and your husband," said the CMO. First time she spoke. I laughed again.
"Yes," I said.
"Are you sure you're not French?" she said, with a smile.
That brought down the room. Laughing. A good thing.
"I'll happily take as many Beluga or BelugaXL planes as you'll sell. Give me a price and a time," I said.
"We have four Belugas and three BelugaXLs that we could sell," said the COO. He threw out a price.
"Sure," I said. "That's a solid deal. I'll take them all."
"That was a billion and a half US dollars," said the CFO.
"Yeah," I said. That's when the aide came back in. With another slip of paper.
"OK then," said the CEO.
"Let's get the two Concordes loaded. We'll send others back for the tooling and for the Belugas," I said. "Oh, wait, we probably have enough at the house to pick them up. We only need five more pilots. Jessica and Bill are here and so are Nylah, Colby, and Karolina. I'll let you know when they're coming to pick them up."
"They'll need check rides, of course," said the COO.
"If you want," I said. "They're not required under our laws, but if you want them, go for it."
"You'll need more pilots than that," said the CEO. "You need 14 total."
"Nah," I said. "We'll fly them solo. If we have extra people, maybe, but they're not required."
"Every country requires two pilots," said the CEO.
"Every country minus one," I said.
What can I say? Who needs a copilot in a toy?
We ended the meeting and Watkins and I moved on. Oh, we did renew our query of a price. I'd buy them in a heartbeat. A lot of talented people and production facilities? We can't build them fast enough.
If you don't know what a Beluga is, it is not a whale. Well, I suppose it is. A whale of a plane.
Telling Grandpa. And putting it in his log.
This is Tia.
Just search Airbus Beluga. Then you'll understand the name.
We're picking them and flying them to Beirut. They don't have a lot of range and we have plenty of pilots in Beirut that can ferry them on. We're picking them up since we're here. Seven planes.
Jax, Jessica, Bill, Colby, Nylah, Karolina, and me.
Seven planes. Seven pilots.
Only Karolina is double digits in age.
It is going to be freaking hilarious. It started literally when we got to the front gate. We're in a nice BMW X7M. Now, you'd think Karolina would be driving since she's the oldest at 12.
Have you met Jessica?
She pulled up to the gate and rolled down her window.
"Good morning," she said. "We're the ferry crews. We're picking up seven planes."
In flawless French, of course.
"Beat it kids," he said. "You're blocking my driveway."
"Do I need to repeat myself?" said Jessica. Good God, that voice is scary. Jessica is laughing in my head now. From the expressions of the rest of our group, she's laughing in theirs, too. No, laughing is not the right word.
Cackling.
That's it.
"Stop bothering me," said the guard. "Are you even old enough to drive? Are you even big enough to drive?"
"My. Name. Is. Jessica," she said. That flat intonation was even scarier than the last voice.
Fucking terrifying.
Which is also when he got it.
Madonna. Elvis. Zendaya.
Jessica. The above are famous.
None as famous as Jessica. Even if you assume he doesn't recognize her, the name combined with the fact she's driving an X7M should be enough for him to deduce who she is.
"Let me call up to the desk," he said, all nice and shit.
He got it. Finally.
"I have Princess Jessica of Dionysus with six other children," he said. "Something about ferry pilots."
"Uh huh," he said. "Really. That's nuts. OK then."
"Follow the road to the left until the end and park in the lot. Someone will meet you," he said.
With that he raised the barricade.
And Jessica drove in, followed the road to the left, and parked.
Next to seven, count'em seven Belugas. Four Belugas and three newer Beluga XLs.
They are hilarious looking.
You have got to Google them.
The huge cargo bubble is above the cockpit, so from the point of view of the pilot, it is just a regular Airbus airliner, if a bit heavier and sluggish. Ours are empty, so that should mean they handle reasonably well. They also just use a set of standard truck mounted stairs to get into the plane.
Easy peasy.
We rolled up to a clump of men, yes all men, that look like they might know what they're doing. We all tumbled out of the SUV and walked over. Nominally I'm the team lead, but, well, Jessica. I let Aunt Jessica lead, just like Jax lets me. She's more comfortable with it. She walked right up to the one guy in a suit.
It is always the guy in the suit. It just is.
"Bonjour," said Jessica. "We're the ferry crews for the seven Belugas."
"Very good Princess Jessica," said the man. Say what?
"You plan on piloting them with a single pilot?" said another man.
"Yes," said Jessica.
"OK," he said. "And you have all flown the comparable airliner model before?"
"Yes," said Jessica. "We each have significant hours in a multitude of planes. The Airbus are pretty forgiving. Our crews are only going as far as Beirut."
"Ah," said another man. "The province of Lebanon."
Jessica nodded. It is what we do.
"Are you ready to go?" said suit guy. "What will you do with the BMW?"
Jessica handed him the keys.
"Consider it a gift," said Jessica.
His eyes got big.
"I couldn't possibly," he said. "It would be an enormous conflict of interest."
"OK," said Jessica. "Too bad. It's pretty nice."
With that, the BMW we drove lifted up and flew into one of the open Belugas.
For some reason the group is staring. I wonder why.
"Wait," said Jessica. "Is there a children's charity that could benefit from an SUV? Use it or sell it?"
"Why yes," said suit man. "Airbus eNable is a charity we sponsor to provide prosthetic limbs to children."
"Excellent," said Jessica.
The SUV flew back and landed. She handed him the keys again.
"Just to be clear," he said. "My wife is the director of the charity. I wanted to make you aware."
"That's fine," said Jessica. "Are customers allowed to donate?"
"Why yes," he said. "Anyone can."
"Do they accept PayPal?" asked Jessica.
"Why yes," he said. He rattled off an email for the charity.
Jessica pulled out her phone and I am pretty confident that she was making a donation. Just as she completed it, suit man, whose name is actually Henri, got a call, which he ignored. Then he got another call immediately.
That's our emergency signal, too.
"Excuse me," he said. "That is our emergency signal."
He turned and answered the phone. We gave him a little space. Hell, I knew what the call was about from the smirk on Jessica's face.
"What!" he screamed. He finished the conversation and turned back to Jessica.
"You donated €100 million?" he said. As you can imagine, everyone looked quite shocked.
Not me. We literally have trouble donating as much as we want.
"Yes," said Jessica. "A worthy cause. I believe we're ready to leave now."
She nodded and all the planes had their wild noses closed and each had truck stairs pulled up.
So, we got on board. Jessica, Bill, and I took an XL. The others each took an ST. Some intrepid videographer caught a picture of us taking off, one after the other.
I'm guessing Airbus staged it. A seven-plane sale to Dionysus is a big deal.
We're taking them to our playground in Australia. I'll share more about that another time. Think airplane graveyard, but they're all flyable and there is a waterpark. You might have read about it already.
A playground for kids. That can all fly damn near everything. In other words, a child of Dionysus.
The trip was boring and uneventful. We landed at the Beirut airport and handed over the planes to replacement crews. I had to laugh, because the oldest pilot is Amal, Amani's sister and Jace's wife. Oh, and Jasper's wife.
Amal is 7.
The oldest pilot.
Our team, on the other hand, is staying with Zao and Rola tonight.
And Nan appears to be here. I think she is a lot.
They're all a big win. We all have exceptions. Then again, everyone will leave us alone, too.
Who would bother the governor? You know.
Zao.
It was quite a night. It went late. We were exhausted, pleasantly.
Yay!
This one might be at the weirder end of our spectrum, but I got into the spirit, and you'll see how.
I'm sorry. I'm new to posting my journal publicly. When I read it, I know who wrote it, because I did.
I hope that made sense. I edited it so I hope I did a good job.
My name is Hal. You kind of expect a crowd to say, "Hi, Hal" and I admit, in a past life they would have. That's probably another journal entry because living here has been life changing. I'm married to Julius. He runs the General store, although that's a ridiculous name anymore, but I think he is nostalgic. What it means now is he runs the entire retail area of Robertville. He thrives on it, and I love that he does.
Me, I'm a stay-at-home dad. Before we moved here so many of our friends equated that to lazy. I am not lazy. We have six, yes six, adopted kids and my full-time job, 24/7/365 is to take care of them. That's not to say that Julius isn't involved because he is. It is different here too because we have help. A lot of help. So, my focus has been getting involved. I'm at the school all the time, although our youngest is in college and our oldest four have graduated college. Chet runs retail on Eros now, working in Luca's organization. Now, that was probably confusing because you're envisioning twenty-somethings. Our daughter Adrina is the youngest and she is in college. She is also 13.
I might be off track here.
I mentioned I was really involved and one of the things I did was start a community theater. OK, I guess I do have a job, because it is a bit all-consuming. It's all volunteers and at any given moment, we have multiple productions in rehearsal. Oh wait, that's not quite true. Bob insists that we pay the people that would be volunteers in any other production. Generously. We have productions Thursday through Sunday every week.
Every week. That's why it is so consuming.
With Bob's help, we built an outdoor theater. It is a true theater in the round and just amazing. There are no seats at all. It's a circular stage, with an entrance from underground. It's at the bottom of what is really a grass bowl and people come with blankets and spread out. It holds, comfortably, about a thousand people. It's still surprisingly intimate, given it is circular.
Have you ever tried to produce a play for a circular stage? It's damn near impossible.
Again, I am off-track.
The way it works is a group of people get together and propose a show. They need the entire team, although we do have a posting system to connect people together. They do a pitch to my decision committee. I'm the chair. My daughter Adrina is the co-chair. She has a totally different view on productions than I do, and we've chosen a nice mix. The other person on the committee is Chris. She's really gotten into it, too. Given she is an Oscar winning actress, we liked that.
She hates it when I mention that.
We were about to get our next pitch, but Adrina recused herself. She was a part of the bid.
It was my idea. My name is Adrina. We're part of the first group to move here. It's been amazing and we freaking should have posted. I'll do better. I'll just walk you through the pitch.
"Our idea is to real-time recreate classic movies, with our cast, while the original movie plays on large screens above the audience," I said. "Our goal is a perfect recreation of all the parts."
"That is really cool," said Chris. "That would be tough and take a lot of practice." I admit I laughed a bit. You'll see why.
"What movie were you thinking of doing first?" asked my dad. Hal.
"It's a series," said Titus, my brother. All the kids in our family were involved.
"If you've ever seen the movie series on the website Bimaxx," said Tessa, my sister. "We're going to recreate the movies that are party scenes with lots of people and activity."
"So, you're going to recreate bisexual porn," said Chris, smiling.
"Exactly," I said. "We think it would be well-attended. If it goes as well as we hope, we'll continue with other movies in the series and swap new actors in and out."
My dad laughed.
"I have no doubt it will be a spectacular success," said Dad. "I'm in. Can I be in it?"
"Me too, to both things," said Chris.
"We anticipated parts for you both," I said. That meant the meeting was over.
So, we celebrated. All my siblings, both my dads, and Chris.
It was quite a celebration.
I won't narrate it all, but let's just say that there were three women and six men, and we wore them out. Did I mention we held the meeting on Nibiru, where it is common for a man to have 20 consecutive orgasms?
6*20 = 120 / 3 = 40.
Now, that's not quite true. The men fucked each other, too, so it was closer to 30 each for Chris, Tessa, and me.
It was glorious.
Particularly given once they wore out, Chris, Tessa, and I didn't.
Our little bisexual orgy was good practice for our show.
Adrina here. Yes, it is opening night. I'll backup a bit and walk you through rehearsals later, but let's get on with the show. We had two problems we had to resolve. The first was the theater in the round. We solved that in a unique way. We did it with three concurrent casts. Literally the same video, three groups of people. They each had a third of the circle. The prime seats were right on the dividing line because you could see two different recreations.
Did I mention that we encourage the audience to perform with us? Sort of an homage to the Rocky Horror Picture show. There were even spots around the stage where small groups could come up and do a scene right along with us.
Those spots were full. A group would come up, do the scene, clean up a bit and another group would jump in. We got an impression these were well-played movies.
After watching dozens of hours of bisexual porn, tough though that was, we finally decided to do it as a play in three acts. We took one of the parties that could run an hour and edited them down to about 20 minutes each. That really got rid of the boring parts in the middle. We kept the introduction and the cumming. That's pretty much it.
Which led to our other problem. We were doing two shows a day for four consecutive days. Our actresses were fine. Our actors were not. We had to rehearse a larger group of cocks. Well, our ages might not match those in the film, but were a lot more fun. We threw in some actors that were transgender, too. A shake up of the genre.
I am so nervous. I am not only the director, but I also have a key role in act II. It used up a lot of cocks, but we felt like a bukkake scene was critical to the evening. If there is a bukkake scene, we needed someone to be the target. In the scene we were emulating, there were two girls. We shook it up a little for opening night, and the girls were Gina and me. OK, that's just for one of the plays. We really shook it up for another of them. The entire cast was under 9 and had exceptions. The targets were Jessica and Bill. The third one was those boring adults.
Morgan and Sophia were the targets. I'm watching the video later. Maybe with Morgan and Sophia. OK, I'm watching the Bill and Jessica video, too. I am confident I will learn things.
The last cock to cum on me was going to be Gina. An homage with a twist, so to speak. Let's jump to that scene, because it is our most difficult to create. Here's the problem. It is hard to time a good cum. On the other scenes, you're managing to get one cock to cum. You can edge and use other techniques, to come, or cum, pretty close to the right time.
You cannot match a dozen consecutive cums. So, we do our best. What we found was that our actors, often being younger, cum a little faster. The scene in which I am in uses a dozen cocks. Each. That's twenty-four cocks that can cum.
We kept six cocks in the ready and they could run onto the stage and join in if necessary.
That's where the problem came in. They were cumming way too fast. Gina and I knew it, but we were not in a position to do anything about it. I recognized our reserve cocks, but the cocks kept coming. Cumming. I lost count. It was supposed to be 24 cocks. My stage manager, Milly, explained how she solved the problem.
"I saw that they were cumming super fast. We expected that on opening night, but not that fast," said Milly. "So, I sent everyone that was backstage out into the crowd to recruit stunt cock. By the time they got to you, the cumming had started, so it wasn't a hard sell."
A hard sell. Ha!
Hell, some of the guys were openly masturbating. They grabbed them first. One poor guy came as he ran onto the stage, but he was valiant. He ran to Gina and most of the load still hit her face.
It's a long scene. Ten continuous minutes of cumming. Milly later told me that over 100 cocks came on that stage. Our part of the stage.
Fifty each. Did I mention that I was just covered with cum? I was the director and failed to consider the fact that at the scene change, I was back to director.
No time for a shower.
I directed the rest of the evening just cum covered. I did laugh, because every actor that entered or left the stage after that scene, and every actor that was done for the night, licked a little off me. Except for my hair, I was quite clean by the curtain call.
Except for the hair.
My bow at the end was hilarious, dripping cum out of my hair.
I'm performing every night.
A logistical nightmare, but well worth it. Damn, we had fun.
Some of the early reviews:
Entertaining and stimulating. Love the audience involvement!
A true homage to the genre, faithfully recreated, with an innovative cast
A fuckfest!
OK, the last one was my favorite review. It was a fuckfest.
In fact, we changed it up a little in subsequent shows. For the bukkake scene, rather than just having the people stroke their own cocks, we had them fuck someone and then pull out. They could fuck anyone they wanted, anywhere they wanted. They were responsible for bringing their own partner. We also recruited way more cocks.
We needed them.
Let me share a little more about the scenes we performed, too. They are so cliche. We love it.
The bukkake scene is hilarious. It starts as a nice cocktail party with everyone just chatting and having a drink. There isn't even any dialogue explaining it. Suddenly the targets are naked and sitting crisscross, face to face, with their knees touching. Then everyone else's clothes just disappear, and the action starts.
Not a lot of plot development in porn.
Oh, we did them all. The shower room scene, although there is never an explanation of why women wander into the men's showers. Although here it makes sense given, we only have one shower room.
The locker room, with the same challenge, although the team is there and the cheerleaders join them. Our cheerleaders include Juanita, Amai, Remei, and Gina.
Our cheerleaders are fun. Really fun.
One of my favorites is the orgy in the library. It's really quiet.
The mechanic's shop.
The grocery store.
The elementary school. OK, that one didn't have a direct correlation. It was original porn, particularly given those playing students joined in.
Bill and Jessica's group had particular fun. Actually, that's one reason our scientists think that Jessica and Bill might not be human. Bill's limitations are much higher than most men.
Ask me how I know.
Not much more to this story. Just a little fun journal entry.
With a hell of a lot of cum.
My name is Leslie and I've never been to camp. Yeah, you probably giggled a bit, didn't you? I've been to Mars, but never camp. OK, other planets, too. Now, this introduction probably doesn't make sense, so I'll back up a bit. I got a call from Kyrsten. You know, the President. Not Chris. She's not the President anymore and she's quite happy about that. What a thankless job.
So anyway. Kyrsten called me and asked me to go to camp and suggested that Chris and Morgan should go with me.
That's literally how she started the conversation.
"Hi Leslie, I hope all is well. I think you should go to camp, and I think Morgan and Chris should go with you," said Kyrsten.
See!
I've learned one thing in life, which is to listen more than you talk, so I let her continue. It turned out she was talking about space camp in Huntsville, Alabama. I'd always dreamed of going to space camp but knew it would never happen. I was more aware than you think, even at 10. I knew my parents were narcissists and any money they made wouldn't be spent to send me to space camp.
Did I mention I've been to Mars? I pointed that out to Kyrsten.
"Thanks for the invitation," I said. "But you know I've been to Mars."
"Exactly!" shouted Kyrsten. "Space camp as it is today isn't relevant. It's all based on our old tech. Rockets and shit. It needs an update. It needs to include a lot about your space technology. It needs to discuss going to Mars and Jupiter.
"It needs to talk about saving the world. Our team can't do that. We weren't involved. You were. We'd like you to work with the team to refresh the curriculum. We would love for you and your sisters to kick off the inaugural session, or maybe two, so that our team can learn from you and then teach it.
"If you'd share some of your older tech, perhaps we could even put it on display."
"Kyrsten, we don't have any older space tech. You know that," I said. We were both silent for a minute. I know I was thinking about Martan, and I suspect she was, too.
"I'm sorry," said Kyrsten. "That was thoughtless of me."
"No, it wasn't. It was a fair question," I said. "I love the idea. I can commit to do it, but I can't promise my sisters. If I'm involved, though, space camp needs to be space camp. I think we should hold it on the space station. You know what goes on at the space station. You've been to the space station."
That would be a great story to tell, but we've always felt like it should be a little more discrete. There was this time at band camp...
Tell me you got that reference. Tell me. She was quiet for a bit.
"Can but don't have to, right?" said Kyrsten.
"You know that's true, but how are you going to introduce that to the families?" I asked. "By the way, your preteen kids might fuck in space."
"I suspect the biggest reaction would be jealousy," said Kyrsten. "We'll put that wording right in the brochure." Was she serious?
"Kidding. Maybe," she said. "I think we put a big bold disclaimer that the course is being taught by representatives of the kingdom, at a kingdom location, and the rules under which the program run mirror those of a Dionysus school. You have a lot of schools in the US now. If there is a parent that doesn't understand what that means, I'd be surprised. Let's be honest, most parents would let you fuck them if it got their kid in your schools."
This was a weird conversation to be having with the President of the United States.
"OK, I'm game. We could be careful and feel it out during the first camp," I said.
"I'll bet you'll feel it out," said Kyrsten, laughing.
Sure, the President just made a sex joke.
"Why Morgan and Chris in particular?" I said. "We have dozens of space pilots that are younger."
"I know. I was just thinking of the first session," said Kyrsten. "We thought we would declassify their space walk on the first day."
Oh. Wow.
"I'm not sure they'll like that," I said. "I don't know. Back then, maybe, but..."
"I know, which is why I'm not going to ask them and you're not going to tell them," said Kyrsten. "It needs to be told."
I remember that day so well. Chris did a spacewalk, without adequate training, when she was 12 years old. Morgan was only 16 years old and flew what we thought was the only space plane and neither of them asked a single question.
They just did it.
Kind of like Martan. Sorry, I'm crying now. I think I can hear Kyrsten sniffling, too. I finally got control. I miss him. Thank goodness Max has Morgon.
"OK, I'm in and I think they will be, too. I'll have to talk to Lawrence and Julia, since this would be a recurring program and likely take a few extra modules on the space station. I should be able to have that done in a few days," I said. Kyrsten laughed.
"We can't reliably get a small satellite into space and you're going to add huge modules to your space station in a few days," she said.
"Let's face it," I said. "The ISS is ridiculous. We already have a number of science modules. We're open to including US astronauts and scientists. They'll like the space station."
Did I just hear her moan? I think I did.
"I'm not going to turn that down," said Kyrsten. "It takes a stupid percentage of NASA's budget." Wow, I can't believe we didn't do that before. I do know that Lawrence already had a plan to retrieve the ISS. He thought it should be in a museum.
"OK, we'll launch a crew module now, because we'll need your team for camp. You'll have to tell them what happens on the station," I said. This time she laughed.
"I suspect the volunteer line to be long," said Kyrsten. "A chance to go back into space and fuck? Are you kidding?"
OK, she has a point. We hung up and I sent a flurry of texts. Morgan and Chris were in. I let them believe we would rotate people and I'd just picked them because they were my sissies. While true, it wasn't the whole story. Come on, a week in space with Chris and Morgan? I'd love every minute. I might even have some special guests, too. It's not like they couldn't hop up for a few hours. We would need cock. We're horny girls.
And the US still sends people up on Soyuz rockets.
I sent a stupid long text to Lawrence. Pods for the kids, work areas, fetching the ISS, I put it all in the text.
His reply?
"OK, when?"
"You tell me"
"Day after tomorrow."
See!
I texted it all to Kyrsten, including asking if she wanted me to pick up the ISS and bring it down so they could put it in a museum. I could pick up the current crew, too. I had wanted to confirm that Lawrence was ready before I offered.
"When could you do that?" she replied.
"The day after tomorrow if you want." I could feel her laughter through a text.
"OK, let me make a phone call."
Which is how I found myself taking a C-112S to the ISS. Oh, you saw that. We finally built a space capable C-112. It might have been mentioned already. Easily big enough to capture the ISS. The ISS is just not that big. I coordinated with NASA, and they wanted to study it for several months. I don't think they appreciated that I laughed. I finally got to talk to someone that understood. Remember Shif? I'm pretty sure he remembers me. He understood better than anyone what we could do. He agreed and asked if he could ride along.
Sure. Shif's cute. Hey, I already said that we needed a cock in space. The titles just keep coming.
I confirmed everything with Lawrence and just got a smiley face back.
We get shit done.
I'd spent a couple days with the team in Huntsville. I'll come back to that. I was on my way to fetch the ISS and deliver the new modules. I love this shit. I just do. Dropping off the modules could be an entire chapter. Maybe I'll come back to that, too. After all, it is a Gamma resort with all the opportunity that entails. I took Hunter and Hallie and Shif with me. Shif learned new things. A lot of new things.
There was this time with Hunter.
Four spatulas. Four.
We were on our way to the ISS now. Just Shif and me. We were in flight suits, because we were going to open the bay doors. We'd put on our helmets and the whole thing when we did that. We hadn't wanted to over promise to the ISS crew, so they just knew that another delivery was arriving. We'd move them over to the new science station if they wanted or drop them back at Cape Kennedy.
Kyrsten didn't tell them.
Our world was just different than theirs. I was going to have to have the sex talk with a group of four astronauts. Two from the US, one from Russia, and one from Japan. Three men and one woman. The Japanese astronaut was a woman. Hunter was hopeful she'd like to move over. He thought she was cute. She was cute. I'd seen the pictures. Then again, the three male astronauts were pretty nice, too.
We'd fuck them all. We're generous like that.
We came around the Earth fast but slowed as we approached the station. We could actually see them all at the window. Remember, our plane was big enough to put their entire station inside. It had to be a little freaky. I knew that NASA was monitoring our progress and had explained everything once it was confirmed we were on station. We made them put on the EVA suits, which are huge and bulky. We didn't want any risk. If something did happen, we could easily fetch them. We had an F-81 in the cargo bay. Yes, it was big enough to just have that in the corner.
It's big.
Now that I thought about it though, I could just as easily have brought a Starship, but it can't easily dock with the space station. Oh well. This will work.
Shif and I suited up and we opened the bay doors. Our suits are barely bigger than overalls. They need our suits, too. We could already see the solar panels folding up. Once that was complete and they were locked, loading the space station was pretty easy. We just floated under it, and then up. Once it was inside, we used artificial gravity to pull it down into the cradle that Lawrence and team had designed. Then we closed the doors. The entire process took about 10 minutes. Now that the doors are closed, the entire bay is pressurized.
Shif and I took off our helmets and went through the air lock into the cargo area. It had to be odd to look out the hatch window of the ISS and see us standing there. We unlocked it and they opened the hatch, and all came out in their bulky suits. We led them over to the crew module. We'd brought a crew module with plenty of clothes, and we all went in. The Japanese scientist, Mai, set the tone. She stripped off her suit and was only wearing panties. Well sure. That led to me stripping off my suit. I was in panties, too. I felt overdressed compared to normal.
The other three astronauts were grinning, but they were wearing boxers when they stripped. So was Shif.
Boxers that they were all tenting out.
"Down boys," I said, laughing. "We need to talk." I walked them through what to expect on our space station and offered to take them down to Earth instead.
Their hardons had to be pretty painful by now. Surprise! They all wanted to go to our station.
"Great," I said. "This way." I walked out and towards the airlock.
"Don't we need clothes?" asked one of the Americans.
"Why? Didn't you hear what I said?" I asked. I gave Mai credit. She had already followed me and so did Shif. The men kind of looked at each other and followed us. The Americans were Travis and Brian. How very American. Then again, the Russian is Ivan. I am living a stereotype.
The flight to our station was short and I docked to the new science cluster. We'd decided that all the kids needed was a living module. We just made the science cluster bigger, and they'd share. We docked about lunchtime GMT, which I knew was the time zone in which they had been living.
"Anybody up for lunch?" I asked. They all agreed, so I peeled off my panties. I guess that sent a message I hadn't intended. Mai did the same thing and then took my hand and led me over to a couch.
"I guess lunch can wait," I said. Shif dropped his shorts. I'm the only one that knew he had a thick 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock. Mai gasped and so did one of the American astronauts and the Russian.
"Remember, I said this was a safe space and that many, if not most, experimented with same-sex fun," I said. "Do any of you want to suck Shif and take his first load?" Well that ended up being the two astronauts that moaned and you kind of got the impression it wasn't their first time sharing a cock.
Good for them. Shif is a huge cummer and they both got quite a bit of the load. They each walked over and kissed their mouthful of cum to one of the remaining astronauts. Well, now they were ready for lunch.
I wasn't though. I helped position Mai on her knees and helped Shif fit. It took some lube. That left three more hard cocks.
What to do, what to do. We ended up being a little late for lunch.
And I went with four loads in me. Shif recovers quickly. Then again, Mai had four, too, just two of hers were in a different spot.
Got it?
We didn't even bother with the panties. Someone would lick it out. This was Gamma. I led the way down the hall to the restaurant and all five of them followed me. Naked. We got into the restaurant and there were about 30 people finishing lunch. Easily twenty of them were naked. From probably 5 to 75.
I don't discriminate based on age, within the rules. Hell, the oldest couple were one of the best looking. I'd do them. I would do them.
All of the sudden I almost got tackled. By Nicolo and Nova. Oh my. It was going to be such a teaching moment. I did the introductions, and the kids shook everyone's hand. All four of the men with me got hard again.
Nicolo and Nova, right? Then again, so did Nicolo. Nova was, well, Nova.
"Would any of you like to fuck me?" asked Nova. Nicolo went over to Mai.
"I'd be honored to fuck you. It looks like you need to be cleaned out," said Nicolo. "Perhaps I could add my load and then clean you up. My orals skills are quite good."
It's a good thing there are comfortable couches right there in the restaurant. Nova just put them in a line. Yes, a line of men waiting their chance. Nicolo did the full Orlando much to Mai's delight. Nova didn't get all four men though. Ivan, the Russian astronaut, asked Nicolo if he could fuck him.
Which is how I got to watch them do a train in space.
Another porn in the making. It was a good one, too.
Finally, Nova and Nicolo did clean Mai and me out, quite nicely, to much moaning and thrashing.
Then we had lunch.
Chris here. Somehow, I am teaching space science to a bunch of kids on the space station under Gamma rules.
Feels about right. When you're the retired President, you have to fill your time, right? We all brought our significant others, too.
I wanted Sophia bad. It had been too long. Then again, I wanted to bury my face into Morgan's incredible D cups, too. Now that you mention it, Leslie's D cups, too. OK, that made me think of Rylee, which made me think of Carol and Henry, so I invited them, too.
Rylee became one of the teachers and Carol and Henry were in the program. Which makes me laugh.
That's OK. Our rules. We can still do'em.
This week the entire family suite was available, so I'd signed it up. I explained that while all the campers all had rooms, the family quarters were always open to them, and they could find any place to sleep that they wanted.
The first night was hilarious. Noah and I were in bed, with Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie, when the door to our bedroom opened and in walked two of the students. Abe and Ada. They're 7 year old twins from Albuquerque. Freaking adorable twins that happened to be naked. His little 2-inch (5 cm) stiffy was adorable. Then again, so was her unformed slit.
Remember, everyone in the bed was under 18.
They walked up to the bed, holding hands.
"Who said you could start without us?" said Ada, in a stern voice. Oh, that's how this was going to go. We all pulled apart and I led the way by getting out of bed and standing at attention. Abe joined me and quickly Noah and the others did, too. All six of us, at attention. I have no idea where it came from, but Ada was now holding a short whip.
She looked pretty sexy with it, too. Oh, the sixth? Abe. I think this is common for him.
It was athletic and required considerable stamina. Poor Noah, Hunter, and Abe crashed early. Ada just wore them out.
Personally.
Then Leslie, Hallie, and I attended to her every need. Tonight was about Ada and only Ada.
It was hot as hell.
Ada and Abe are coming to visit us soon. Come on. Of course they are. I told Ada to bring the whip.
I was punished for my insolence.
So last night was actually just the meet and greet night, although our greetings are a little more intimate. The kickoff day is today. Right now, in fact.
Still Leslie, but I thought I'd at least separate this section. It is an initial class of 30. Just as I got up to welcome the campers, there was a bit of a commotion. Jessica walked in, followed by Kyrsten.
The President of the United States is on the space station. That's a first.
"Hey," said Chris.
OK, point taken. The second President on the space station.
At least we're all dressed.
"Darn it," muttered Kyrsten.
Also point taken.
"Good morning," said Kyrsten, taking over my podium. "I wanted to welcome the first class to our real space camp. It should be an exciting and fun filled time."
"It already is," said Jinny, laughing.
I'm pretty sure Jinny is a player.
Kyrsten just nodded.
"Beyond welcoming you, I wanted to share a story that happened a few years ago. Until today, this story has only been shared with a select group of people. This seemed like the right place to share," said Kyrsten.
I don't think they've figured it out yet.
"You see, back in the day, this family had what they believed to be the only space plane in the world. Leslie and her family had revolutionized the businesses of both Boeing and Cessna and after a complicated set of events, they owned the plane. What they didn't know was they owned one of two space planes," said Kyrsten. "The other belonged to the US military. Due to an accident on the plane, involving an experiment, the US had two pilots -- astronauts -- that were trapped on a disabled plane that was mere minutes from burning up in the atmosphere. They had no working radios, so they were just waiting to die."
Everyone in the room is mesmerized. None more than Morgan and Chris. They're just staring at Kyrsten.
"What happened?" asked Jorgy, with such wonderful curiosity.
"I called Amy. She wasn't even Queen Amy yet. We knew that their space plane was about to land in Clearwater, Florida. I explained the situation to Amy and that we had very little time. We needed two people and our first choices were Leslie, Morgan, and Chris, since they were the most experienced. Leslie was out of position and couldn't make it in time, so Morgan and Chris took off in their plane. They literally did not ask a single question, just followed our direction. At the time, Morgan was 16 and Chris was 12. Young. Younger than many of you. I'll keep this short, but Morgan flew them up to beside the disabled plane. Chris did a spacewalk to open their door from the outside and brought them across open space into their plane. They were in the plane for only moments before Morgan got them more altitude.
"That's when the astronaut's plane exploded."
There was a big gasp in the room.
"At the time, we thought we should classify the entire story, but we don't need to anymore. Dionysus is so far beyond that technology that there is nothing to hide," said Kyrsten. "Given we're standing on their space station, that technology is officially antiquated now. So you are in the presence of two heroes, who saved those astronauts. I'll remind you. 12 and 16. There is nothing that can stop you when you believe.
"Oh, one last thing. I mentioned they didn't ask a single question. They didn't even know what happened until they landed. They just did it."
The kids were just staring. Moving from Kyrsten, to Chris, to Morgan, and back.
It is a hell of a story.
Morgan still looks shocked. Chris looks embarrassed.
It was time.
It hit the wire moments later. The video of Kyrsten presenting them both with the Medal of Freedom played over and over.
Deservedly so.
Kind of blindsided us there, Kyrsten. This is Chris. Morgan and I would have been just as happy if it never came out.
Such is life.
The fact that Dad gave them the video from our plane, both inside and out, didn't help. It damn near played on a loop on every network globally. I admit I am surprised no one asked why we had cameras inside the plane.
The world would have enjoyed our other videos more.
A lot more.
Sex in space.
It could have been an entire series. There was one time with Dad, Orlando, and me and seven spatulas.
The Seven Spatulas.
Now there's a movie title.
Back to the program.
These kids are sponges. Only one is in our school program. Franklin from Franklin, Tennessee. No jokes. He has heard them all. I was going to say that Franklin is a player, but that's not fair. Franklin is in our world, so he is more comfortable with being polite and direct. Heck, minutes into the program he suggested that he could offer me oral services and that he is quite talented.
Franklin is 10. Oral was the appetizer.
That class lesson took a different turn. We decided on the spot that space science should include a solid sex education lab class. There is no rational connection.
Like we care.
Being an instructor is fun. Great fun. Great, great fun.
The rest of the week was so much fun. I do have a question for the council before the next class.
Should we take them to Nibiru?
| Name | Chapters | Age | Description when introduced | Stats when introduced |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Bob | All | 28 | Dad | 6'2" (188 cm) - Swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) cut average cock |
| Amy | All | 26 | Mom (and the Nanny, to start) | 5'1" (155 cm) - Bright red hair, C cup |
| Morgan | All | 20 | The oldest of the new kids | 5'5" (165 cm) - Dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous |
| Orlando | All | 18 | The middle child and the only boy | 5'0" (152 cm) -- Dirty blonde, 6-inch (15 cm) cut thick cock |
| Leslie | All | 16 | The youngest | 4'6" (137 cm) -- Brown hair, flat-chested |
| Chris | 6,8,11,14-197,199 | 16 | Boat sales person but becomes more | 4'11" (150 cm) -- Slim, glorious puffy nipples |
| Hallie | 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-64,66,69,71-74,76,79-85,89-91,93-94,98-99,101-102,104-105,109-112,115-117,121-123,132,134-136,138-140,143,146-148,150-156,158-161,163-165,167,170,172-178,180,182-187,189-190,192,194,196-199 | 16 | Hunter's twin sister | 4'8" (142 cm) - Dark blonde hair, small A cup |
| Juanita | 3,6-10,12,14-21,23-29,31-34,37,39,41,63,67,70,73-74,79,81-82,85,87,89-90,95,99-101,105,110-111,115,123,125,128,130,136-137,140,145,147-149,152,155,159,163,165-166,169,172-174,176,179,181,184,188,190,197-199 | 34 | Family personal trainer and more | 5'9" (175 cm) - athletic, petite, D cup, 5-inch (13 cm) cock |
| Gabe | 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-52,54,56-59,61-63,65-76,79-105,107,109-114,116-117,119,123-124,126-130,132,136,138-140,142-143,145,148-150,153-154,156-158,163-166,169,172-175,177,180-182,186-187,189-190,192,195,197-199 | 16 | Juanita's brother | 5'6" (168 cm) -- Cute AF, 5-inch (13 cm) cock |
| Ruby | 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-47,49-58,61,63-74,76-93,95,95-96,98-132,134,136,138,140-141,144-161,163,165-170,172-174,176-182,185-193,195-199 | 14 | Juanita's sister | 4'11" (150 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, sexy, flat |
| Julia | 6,16-17,19,24,27,31-34,37,39,42-43,46-49,51,56,61,63,67,70,72-75,79-82,84,87,90-91,94-95,97,99-101,103,106,111,114,119,122-123,128-129,144,148,166,171,181,188,197,199 | 48 | Juanita's mom | 5'6" (168 cm) -- Dark hair, stunning, D cup on a small frame |
| Sophia | 7,8-9,14-19,23-24,27,29-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-119,121,123-126,128,132,135-136,138-143,145,147,149-153,156-159,161,163,165,167,169,171-174,176-179,183-186,189-191,193,195-199 | 23 | New Italian friend and Goddess | 5'7" (170 cm) - stunning, simply stunning, B cup |
| Luca | 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,29-31,33-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-105,108-110,112,115-119,121,123-126,128,132,135-136,138-140,142,145-146,148-149,153-154,156-157,159,161,164-166,169,171-174,177-181,183,186-190,192-193,195,197-199 | 18 | Sophia's son | 5'9" (175 cm) -- chiseled, male Sophia, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock |
| Noah | 17,18,24,27-28,31-34,36-37,39,41,43-44,46,48,51,57,63-66,69,71,73-74,76,79-82,84-85,87,90-92,95-98,101-102,107,109,114,116-117,119,121,130,135-139,148-152,154,157,159,165,167,169,172-177,180,182,184-187,189-190,195,197,199 | 16 | Chris' new friend | 5'7" (170 cm) - thin, 5-inch (13 cm) average cock. Big balls |
| Rylee | 18,27,32,36-39,48,52,56-63,66,69,71-74,76-77,81-85,89-93,96,99-102,105-112,118-119,122,125,127-129,131-132,140,143,146-149,151-152,154,156-157,159,162-164,167,171,173-174,177,180,183,185-187,189-194,196-197,199 | 16 | Cheerleader with Leslie and Chris | 5'4" (163 cm) - Dark hair, sexy AF, B cup |
| Amai | 19,20-21,23-34,36-39,41,47-48,50-52,55-56,63,66-67,69,71,73,77,79,81-82,87,90,92,95-96,99-102,105,115-116,119,126,128-130,132,136,144,147,149,153,156-159,165-166,170,172-173,177,179,181,184,190,195,197-199 | Twenties | The family social secretary | 5'4" (163 cm) - beautiful, petite, B cup, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut thick cock |
| Nicolo | 24,27,32,34,36,39,41,50,75,87,92,99-101,135,145,147,152,154,159,161-162,168-170,181,194,196,199 | 12 | Freja and Aldo's son | 4'6" (137 cm) -- 3-inch (8 cm) uncut cock |
| Nova | 24,27,29,32-34,36,39,41,50,75,87,92,99,101,135,145,147,152,154,159,161-162,168-170,181,194,196,199 | 11 | Freja and Aldo's daughter | 4'4" (132 cm) - flat |
| Julius | 42,190,199 | Thirties | General store manager, father of 6 adopted kids | 6'1" (185 cm) - average, with a nice 6-inch (15 cm) thin cut cock |
| Hal | 42,190,199 | Thirties | Stay at home dad, married to Julius | 6'4" (193 cm) - Greek, God-like, buff, 9-inch (23 cm) thick uncut cock |
| Chet | 42,199 | 20 | Julius and Hal's son | 6'0" (183 cm) - Muscular, cute, 6-inch (15 cm) thick uncut cock |
| Titus | 42,199 | 14 | Julius and Hal's son | 5'3" (160 cm) - Average, friendly, 4-inch (10 cm) thin cut cock |
| Tessa | 42,190,199 | 17 | Julius and Hal's daughter | 5'7" (170 cm) - Greek Goddess. C cup. Stunning, Sweet |
| Adrina | 42,199 | 13 | Julius and Hal's daughter | 4'5" (135 cm) - tiny, cute, energetic |
| Jessica | 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,93-96,99-100,102,104-105,107-112,114-116,118-132,134-141,144-152,154-199,199 | 5 | Bob and Amy's daughter | |
| Della | 45,59,131,143,150,159,161,163,178,189,191-192,195,197,199 | 12 | Bentley's daughter | 4'4" (132 cm) - cute as hell, funny, fun |
| Max | 45,46-48,52,62,68,72-73,75-76,89-90,93,97,110,115,117,135-137,152,175,199 | 11 | Cara and Cael's son | 4'6" (137 cm) - cute, funny, impossible to tell from his twin, 3-inch (8 cm) uncut cock |
| Martan | 45,46-48,52,62,68,72-73,75-76,89-90,93,97,110,115,117,135-137,152,175,199 | 11 | Cara and Cael's son | 4'6" (137 cm) - cute, funny, impossible to tell from his twin, 3-inch (8 cm) uncut cock |
| Nan | 45,48,50-51,53,57,59,61-62,64-66,68-70,72-73,76,81-83,85-87,89-95,97-101,103-105,107,110-113,115-116,118-119,122-123,125,129,132,137,140,142,144,146,148-151,153,155-157,159,168,170-171,173-174,177,179-180,182,185-187,189-190,192-194,197-199 | 7 | 9th grade student | 3'8" (112 cm) - cute, bubbly, fun |
| Gina | 55,56,66-70,76-77,81-83,92,97,100-101,103,108,115,124,126,128,130,136,139-140,144,146,148-149,159,165,172,178,187,189-190,193-194,196-197,199 | 14 | Orlando's new friend | 4'11" (150 cm) - Stunning, blonde, gorgeous, all girl with a 4-inch (10 cm) cock |
| Remei | 55,63,69,84,94,104,128,130,136,149,179,187,190,197,199 | 13 | Sam's friend, formerly Serni | 5'0" (152 cm) - Dark hair, beautiful, vivacious, 4-inch (10 cm) cock |
| Mary Lou | 59,61,66,69-70,73,76,82,85-86,89-96,104,106,112,123,126,139,148-149,154,169,176,178-179,189,199 | 12 | New assistant for Bob and Amy | 5'0" (152 cm) - dark long hair, cute, tom boy, nipple bumps |
| Carol | 60,61,66,69,71,73-74,76-77,81-84,89,96,99,101-102,105,109-110,143,177,180,192,194,199 | 14 | Rylee's adopted daughter | 5'0" (152 cm) - light brown hair, thin, cute, A cup |
| Henry | 60,61,66,69,71,73-74,76-77,79,81-84,89,96,99,101-102,105,109-110,140,143,177,180,192,194,199 | 12 | Rylee's adopted son | 4'8" (142 cm) - light brown hair, wiry, 4-inch (10 cm) cut cock |
| Watkins | 60,104,113,115,191,199 | 37 | Vino engineer and Leslie's plane restoration partner | 6'1" (185 cm) - Blonde, funny, average, 7-inch (18 cm) thick cock |
| Morgon | 62,75,86-88,93,97-101,103,107,110,114-115,119,122,126-127,130,132,135,137-140,144-145,147,149,152,154,156,162,173,175-176,179,181,183-184,186-188,197,199 | 9 | TJ's sister | 3'8" (112 cm) - Adorable and outgoing |
| Lawrence | 65,73,82-83,86-87,93,96,99-100,103,107,112,114,122,125,128,133,135,137,142,144,146-149,152-153,157,160,165-166,172-173,186,194,196,199 | Thirties | Chief Engineer on Vino for all things | 6'5" (195 cm) - Light brown hair, tall, a true nerd, 8-inch (20 cm) thick cock |
| Nylah | 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132,135-140,144-147,149-152,155,155-160,163-170,172-173,175,177-180,182-183,185-187,190,192-199 | 7 | The newest family members | 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Leslie |
| Colby | 94,95-96,99-100,102,104-105,107,110,112,117,119,121-126,128,130,132,135-141,144-145,147,149-152,155-159,162-166,168-170,172-173,175,177-180,182-183,185-187,190,192-199 | 7 | The newest family members | 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Orlando |
| Karolina | 123,124,128,132,135-136,138-139,144-145,147,149-151,157-158,160,164-166,169,172,175,178,182-183,185-187,190,192-199 | 12 | Adorable violinist from Santa Monica | 4'10" (147 cm) - Brown hair, thin, tiniest of nipple bumps |
| Caralyn | 126,127,130,132,156,159,162,180,185-186,189,199 | 10 | Powerful young woman in Anderson, Indiana | 4'4" (132 cm) - Brown hair, thin but strong, small nipple bumps |
| Shif | 137,199 | 29 | NASA scientist | 5'10" (178 cm) - Dark hair, thin, wiry, 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock |
| Milly | 145,199 | 10 | Atanas and Gonzalo's third | 4'2" (127 cm) - Blonde, thin, nipple bumps |
| Jax | 146,147,150,155-156,165,168,186-187,189-190,194,198-199 | 4 | Hallie, Hunter, and Leslie's son | 3'0" (91 cm) - Dark hair, Black, thin, 2-inch (5 cm) cock |
| Tia | 146,147,150,155-156,158,165,168,174,178,184,186-187,189,193-194,198-199 | 3 | Hallie, Hunter, and Leslie's daughter | 2'9" - Dark hair, Asian, tiny, flat |
| Zao | 150,151,185,196-197,199 | 9 | CEO of Vino Air | 3'11" (119 cm) - Dark hair, Asian, thin, 5-inch (13 cm) thin cock |
| Rola | 150,151,185,197,199 | 10 | Zao's assistant | 4'11" (150 cm) - Dark hair, thin, sexy, huge nipple bumps |
| Jace | 182,187,199 | 9 | Student on the space rides | 4'4" (132 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, thin, cute, 4-inch (10 cm) thin cock |
| Amani | 182,187,199 | 8 | Jace's soulmate | 3'11" (119 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, adorable, flat |
| Jasper | 187,199 | 8 | Jace's brother and Amal's soulmate | 4'0" (122 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, thin, 3-inch (8 cm) cock |
| Amal | 187,199 | 7 | Amani's sister and Jasper's soulmate | 3'7" (109 cm) - Dark hair, Hispanic, thin, flat |
| Javier | 199 | 33 | Hotel co-manager and co-owner | 5'10" (178 cm) - Dark hair, fit, trim, 6-inch (15 cm) cock |
| Isabell | 199 | 14 | Javier and Eden's daughter | 5'4" (163 cm) - Dark hair, average, funny, B cup |
| Brycen | 199 | 13 | Javier and Eden's son | 5'6" (168 cm) - Dark hair, average, sexy, 5-inch (13 cm) cock |
| Madee | 199 | 11 | Javier and Eden's daughter | 4'8" (142 cm) - Dark hair, thin, A cup |
| Barret | 199 | 9 | Javier and Eden's son | 4'9" (145 cm) - Dark hair, wiry and strong, 4-inch (10 cm) cock |
| Eden | 199 | 32 | Hotel co-manager and co-owner | 5'5" (165 cm) - Dark hair, fit, sexy, C cup |
| Marlie | 199 | 71 | Hotel neighbor and Antone's wife and twin | 5'4" (163 cm) - Gray hair, sexy and fit, B cup |
| Antone | 199 | 71 | Hotel neighbor and Marlie's husband and twin | 5'11" (180 cm) - Gray hair, thin, strong, regal, 7-inch (18 cm) cock |
| Henri | 199 | 35 | Exec at Airbus | 6'2" (188 cm) - Dark hair, thin and fit, 6-inch (15 cm) average cock |
| Mai | 199 | 31 | Japanese astronaut | 5'3" (160 cm) - Dark hair, fit, B cup |
| Travis | 199 | 29 | US astronaut | 6'1" (185 cm) - Brown hair, thin and strong, 8-inch (20 cm) cock |
| Brian | 199 | 34 | US astronaut | 5'8" (173 cm) - Dark blonde hair, very fit, 5-inch (13 cm) cock |
| Ivan | 199 | 33 | Russian astronaut | 5'10" (178 cm) - Blonde hair, strong and thin, 6-inch (15 cm) thin cock |
| Abe | 199 | 7 | Camper and Ada's twin | 3'10" (117 cm) - Brown hair, skinny and small, 3-inch (8 cm) cock |
| Ada | 199 | 7 | Camper and Abe's twin | 3'10" (117 cm) - Brown hair, skinny and small, flat |
| Jinny | 199 | 10 | Camper and Jorgy's twin | 5'1" (155 cm) - Auburn hair, athletic, sexy, puffies |
| Jorgy | 199 | 10 | Camper and Jinny's twin | 5'1" (155 cm) - Auburn hair, athletic, 5-inch (13 cm) cock |
| Franklin | 199 | 10 | Camper from Franklin, TN | 4'11" (150 cm) - Brown hair, average, 4-inch (10 cm) cock |