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?
Which would you pick?
This entry is a little old, but not too bad. Grace and I basically live together now. She wasn't quite ready to say it, but mostly that is because she still lives in the outside world. You know what I mean. Her career continues to explode. I'm more focused on producing now, but love to perform on other people's songs. I'm close to another album, but don't work on it too quickly.
Anyway, that's not what this journal entry is about. This is about the fact that we both missed our best friend in the world.
She actually lived in the outside world and her relationship with us was a career killer, so we were really careful. We'd see her occasionally, you know, fly over for lunch and an afternoon, but this time she was coming for two full weeks. An actual vacation. Nothing wrong with visiting your friend Orlando and his family on Dionysus. We didn't have to mention I had my own house and Grace, you know, lived with me.
Grace. I love saying it. I love typing it. We're engaged, but not publicly. Too soon. We'll get married soon, but only people here will be aware. This all kind of sucks, but it is what it is.
Carlina and Tegan actually went to pick up Camila. Tegan was doing really well with her flying lessons in, but it is hard to get a lot of hours in when it's less than a 90-minute flight from here to LA. Camila and Tegan have taken to going to lunch around the world. Kind of a fun idea, but figuring out the time zones can be complicated. They shared that they have a lot of breakfasts and dinners at our lunch time.
You can imagine the people at various FBOs when they land, drop the ramp, and drive off in their NSX. Yeah, the usually take the HPlane so they can take a car, although Leslie has our engineers working on a way to lift a car into an F-61. Wouldn't that change things?
Yeah, yeah, I'm rambling, but Camila will be here soon and Grace and I are going a bit crazy. We want her so bad. Want her. Got it? Finally I heard the sounds of a helicopter. They'd land the HPlane at the airport, so that meant this was Camila. We went outside and as soon as the stairs dropped, she ran and hugged.
Well sure. I would too. I got my hug, just after Grace. Carlina closed the door and they took off. They knew this was our time, at least for a while.
Come on, you don't need the details. You're not getting them either. This relationship is private. We'll let you use your imagination.
Honestly, I don't even know why I wrote this entry, because I'm not going to share anything, you know, fun. We did have fun, and while yes that too, I mean normal people fun. Camila got to meet so many more people. It is an interesting story though, at least to me.
"This place is weird," said Camila.
Sex in school, nudity everywhere, everything is free, everybody has a huge house. What could she mean?
OK, we waited her out.
"Everybody I meet is so nice and so normal, but no one makes any big deal about the fact that they know who I am. You can sort of tell they do, because sometimes they talk about music, but they don't gush, and they're not shy. They treat me like a normal person," said Camila.
"I know exactly what you mean," said Grace. "I'm nowhere as well-known as you are, but here I'm just Grace. This is my safe space. My family is here a lot now, and have their own house, and even they comment on how calming it is to be here. It is so stress free. In LA, you hear people arguing at a Starbucks, or fighting at the grocery. You read about the drive by shootings and the gangs. People are overdosing. None of that happens here. None of it."
I hadn't really thought of it that way, but they were right. I'm not famous, at least Grace or Camila famous, but even I get recognized when we leave the islands. It's nice, sometimes, but not all the time. That doesn't happen here and I'm a freaking Prince. I jumped into the conversation.
"Well, I'm not well-known at all, but even I get reactions on the street in New York. I love the anonymity. Nobody treats me differently and I'm a Prince here," I said.
Yeah, we all giggled.
"Can I buy a house here?" asked Camila. "I know how to use the app to find a pilot, but don't do it enough. Can I buy a house so I can come more often? I know, you're going to say I can always stay with you, and I love that, but I'd like a place that was my own. I know we'd spend almost every night together, but sometimes it could be at my place."
Grace laughed out loud, which got her a funny look from Camila.
"Sorry. You don't quite understand Dionysus yet. Yes, a house is no problem. Do you want to live near the family? That's just a few people, but you'd be welcome. Would you prefer Robertville, where there is a lot more people and shops and restaurants and things? Maybe the new community on Amyville?" asked Grace. "We can look at them all."
"I just want a little cottage. You know. Maybe a couple bedrooms and a bathroom," said Camila. Grace just giggled this time.
"Yeah, there aren't any of those, but we'll find you something," said Grace.
"What price range are the houses? I'm doing well, but the houses I've seen are nuts," said Camila. I jumped in before Grace this time.
"I'm pretty sure you can afford them," I said. "They're free." Camila just stared at me.
"What the hell do you mean free?" said Camila.
"Free. As in, you know, free," said Grace. "No one in Dionysus pays for a house. If they're chosen to move here, they get a house. What kind of house is dependent on what they do, but they're all freaking nice. Camila is in the inner circle, right?" That last question was directed at me.
I just nodded.
"Cool. Did you give her earrings yet?" asked Grace. I admitted I didn't, which got me a punch in the arm.
"Well, we have things to do," said Grace, who stood up. "We can look all around, but I know a house I think might be perfect. It's just a few doors down from Ruby and was just finished. It opens up the cove a little past Ruby. She pointed it out to me the other day and said she helped design it, but wanted to have input on who got it. I know she'd be just thrilled if it was you. Let's go to the jewelry store and then go see it."
Camila and I both followed her. We were both smart enough to know we were doing what Grace told us we were doing. She actually took us out to a gasp, car. It was a beautiful day, like so many here, and she picked an S63 convertible. To my surprise, she told me to get in the back. OK, I wasn't surprised at all. We all got in and Grace drove us over to Robertville and parked in the lot outside town. She got out and started walking over to a golf cart.
"Wait, you left the keys in the cup holder," said Camila.
"I know," said Grace, getting into a cart.
"Holy shit," said Camila, but she got into the cart.
You've read a lot of stories like this, but it was fun to see Dionysus through Camila's eyes. It was fun to see Camila too. She knew the golf cart drill, so that was no big deal. Grace took us into town and parked in front of the jewelry store. We walked in and the manager immediately came over and gave Grace a kiss and welcomed us all. He didn't know who Camila was, so it was a kiss on the cheek. I'd been in with her and those kisses weren't so chaste.
"Camila needs some earrings and bracelets and rings," said Grace. That got a look from Camila, but Grace just held up her hand to stop her.
"Very good," said the manager. "Can I assume she is in the inner circle?" Grace nodded. He motioned us to sit at a table off to the side, so we did.
"What the hell is the inner circle?" asked Camila. Grace held up her hand again, with a smile at least.
He came back out wheeling a cart and started to set jewelry trays onto the table. Two with earrings, two with brackets, two with necklaces, and two with rings.
"We recommend you start with five sets of earrings, at a minimum, although ten would be better. At least three bracelets. At least a dozen each of necklaces and rings," he said. Camila just stared at him.
"Does she not understand the role of the jewelry?" he asked, looking at Grace. I was a lump at this point. Grace shook her head no.
"Ah, then I will leave you to explain," he said. "Let me know if you'd like to know anything about a particular piece. I designed many of them myself. This is my favorite."
He reached over and picked up a colorful ring. It had a decent size stones in white, green, red, and blue in an intricate setting. It was stunning. I know enough to know the jewels were about a carat apiece. He handed it to Camila.
"This is stunning," she said, which got her a big smile. She slipped it on her finger, and it fit.
"Oh, how convenient," he said. "You have the perfect size finger, so none of these will need to be sized." With that, he quietly walked away.
"So what the hell is the role of jewelry and why does he want me to buy so much?" said Camila. Grace just shook her head. She explained that we paid for everything with our jewelry, so she needed to always wear it. She also said it worked anywhere in the world now.
"So do I tie it to my credit card?" said Camila. Yeah, we still hadn't quite gotten through to her. Grace finished the explanation.
She just got a stare. This was hilarious every time we did it.
"Well it is the best costume jewelry I have ever seen. I definitely want this one," said Camila, flashing the multicolor ring. "But there are no prices."
"No, there never will be on anything in Dionysus," said Grace. "We are not making ourselves clear. It is all free. If you're wearing that ring, it will pay for anything you buy, anywhere in the world, and you'll never see a bill. It is all free."
"Oh, and that's not costume jewelry," added Grace.
I thought Camila was going to faint.
"Yeah, yeah, we go through this a lot. I thought you'd learned to roll with it by now," said Grace. Grace then started picking jewelry and making a little pile in from of Camila. Camila loved her picks, but kept pushing back on the cost, but Grace completely ignored her. Camila called the manager over.
"What would this ring cost in a regular store?" asked Camila.
"Well, not to be immodest, but my creations have begun to appreciate a bit," he said.
"How much," said Camila, in a surprisingly stern voice. "In dollars?"
"He thought about it a moment and replied.
"250, maybe 300," he said. Camila turned to Grace.
"I thought you said it wasn't costume jewelry," said Camila.
"He meant thousands," said Grace.
"300 thousand!" shouted Camila. Yes, shouted.
We both just shrugged.
Grace scooped up everything she'd picked and passed them to the manager.
"She'll take these," said Grace. Grace told him everything he needed to code the jewelry and he was back in minutes with everything nicely boxed up and in a small bag. OK, maybe not that small a bag.
"What would the total be?" said Camila, to the manager.
"I have no idea," he said. "I've never been asked." He thought for a moment.
"8, maybe 10?" he said.
"What does he mean?" said Camila, to Grace.
"Million," she said, and then breezed out of the store with the bag. We followed. I've learned to just follow.
Grace put the bag in the tray at the front of the cart and we took off. I knew the direction, so we were heading to the house. We passed Ruby's house.
"That's Ruby's," said Grace. Camila stared until we were past. We passed two other mansions, and then Grace went through a gate and up a long driveway.
Yeah, this would do. It was very modern, with lots of glass. It was built half on the beach and half on stilts. I'm learning sizes, roughly, and it was three stories, each about 20,000 square feet.
It was big.
Grace got out and headed towards the front door.
"You forgot the jewelry," said Camila.
"I know," said Grace. Camila just looked at me and grabbed the bag and followed. Grace opened the door and walked in.
Holy shit. From the front door, you could see through the entire house. It was very open, with at least 25-foot ceilings. The entire back wall of the house and most of the sides were glass. The view out over the Mediterranean was simply amazing. Off to the side I could see almost a mini-marina. It had a 131, a 37, a pair of X26, and a whole collection of waverunners. It even had a private gas pump. There was a deck going out that had a walkway that connected to a giant deck out over the sea. I'd bet what deck was 10,000 square feet and the deck had a swimming pool that actually went down into the ocean. That was cool.
"You think this should be my house," said Camila, softly.
"Sure," said Grace. "I like it, don't you?" That got Grace a slap on the arm. Grace led us over into the corner and into the elevator. Well sure.
"The second floor is just bedrooms, so we'll skip that for now," said Grace. "Let's go see the Master suite. It has an office, a music studio, a living room and the bedroom. It's an open floor, but with moveable walls, except for the studio, which is sound proofed.
"Why would this house have a music studio?" said Camila.
"I don't know. Ruby just told me she thought it needed one and that when she had those thoughts, she always followed them. Seems like she was right," said Grace.
Seems like she was.
"You can change out any of the furnishings, but like I said, this was Ruby's pet project and she worked with Chloe to decorate it," said Grace.
"This is exactly how I would have decorated it," said Camila. We walked out of the elevator and the top floor was freaking amazing. It had a glass ceiling. Entirely glass. Camila looked a little shocked.
"Alexa, set ceiling to 100%," said Grace, and the entire ceiling immediately turned opaque.
"Alexa, set sunroom to 30%," said Grace, and the last quarter of the ceiling turned lighter, but not completely clear.
"Alexa, open full patio," said Grace. It was a freaking transformer, and that last quarter of the floor opened. The ceiling folded like an accordion, and then folded down with the walls and the entire thing dropped into the floor, in a spot where the tile floor literally opened up. When it was done, you couldn't tell the wall or ceiling had ever been there and at least 5,000 square feet was completely open. That's when I noticed that the entire floor was tile.
"Does it all?" I started to say, but that's all I got out.
"Alexa open room," said Grace. More transformation and now the entire top floor was open. No walls. No ceiling. Just all the furniture sitting on the floor. That's not entirely true. One corner still had walls.
"That's the bathroom, kitchen, and recording studio, although you can open the first two up, either just the ceiling or everything. I admit, Ruby and I took a bath in your bathroom, with the walls and ceiling down," said Grace. Well that was a mental image I liked.
"I like that mental image," said Camila, with a laugh. Great minds.
Camila grabbed our hands and pulled us into a giant bathroom that had a tub against the wall. A huge tub. Camila waved her hand at Grace.
"Alexa, open bathroom," said Grace, and it did. I looked over and Camila was naked and running a bath. She turned around.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked.
It was a nice tub. We had a nice time. The view was spectacular, and while yes, the view over the Mediterranean was nice, that's not what I meant.
I'd never christened a house in the bathtub before. Check that one off my list.
We finally explored the rest of the house. The bedroom did have a nice kitchen, complete with a stocked wine room, but the actual kitchen on the first floor was amazing. The whole house was amazing. The second floor was basically six complete apartments, arranged so they all had a decent view. All had moveable walls. The outer walls all folded down into the floor too. So did the ones on the first floor. From the outside, with them all open, you just saw floors.
It was freaking cool.
"Let's make lunch," said Grace, taking us into the kitchen. The pantry and refrigerator were completely stocked.
"These are all my favorite foods," said Camila. She grabbed a bottle of hot sauce off the shelf and turned.
"You can only get this in Havana. I have never met anyone that had ever heard of this," said Camila. Grace shrugged.
"Ruby ordered it all," said Grace. "She mentioned some of it had to be flown in."
Just then, Ruby walked into the kitchen.
"Do you like it? Is Camila my new neighbor?" asked Ruby. "That would be cool. It would explain the music studio."
"What about the hot sauce?" said Camila, holding up the bottle.
"I don't know. I'd never heard of it, but knew I needed it. That one I had to go get myself. It's only available in a little store, just outside of Havana. I met the nicest people that ran the store and they make and bottle the sauce in the store. Now that you mention it, their daughter looked a lot like you Camila," said Ruby.
"She's my cousin," said Camila, really softly.
"Cool. She was really sweet. They all were. You should invite them to visit. I'll got get them," said Ruby.
"They could never get an exit visa," said Camila. Ruby laughed.
"You don't know me very well. They already have them. I arranged them the next day. They don't know yet. Heck, I didn't know why I did it," said Ruby. "They even have Dionysus passports already."
Hell we all stared at her now, and she just laughed.
"What can I say? I'm Ruby," she said, with a laugh. "I'll bet you christened the bath tub, right?" We just nodded.
"Anybody want to christen the swimming pool?" she said, as she took off her clothes. Yes, yes we did. She led us out the back, which was open now, and across the walkway. The pool was huge and the entire thing was clear. You could barely tell where the pool water ended and the sea started. You could see fish swimming around.
The fish got a show. I was the only guy, and I already had. You know. Twice.
They coaxed out three more.
Oops. I said I wouldn't share about that. Well, if I didn't, it's just about a cool house.
Yes, Camila gracefully accepted the house (and no, that wasn't a pun). We made her promise that she needed to spend at least one week a month here and suggested she should record her album at her house. We'd help. I was producing it, which was really cool.
Sometimes we stayed with her. Sometimes she stayed with us. She visited pretty faithfully.
Do you remember Rina? The working girl we met in Amsterdam? I didn't want to leave the impression that it was a one-time thing, because Rina really became a valued friend and we saw her a lot. I thought I'd share the story of our next time together. She had been texting back and forth with Sophia, who was kind of a big sister for her now. She was settled in to school and doing really well. We were proud of our new little sister. She'd quit her job, much to her delight and then she shared that they'd doubled her monthly stipend.
Doubled it! And yes, she used the exclamation point. It was such a surprise to us, right?
Sophia mentioned early one week that Rina was coming to visit that weekend and she was picking her up Friday afternoon. She had a free afternoon but I didn't, so she was going. Yes, she was certified in everything by then too, but no, we didn't have any of the cool new planes yet. Remember, this is back when we were in school.
You know, this is silly. I'm passing the pen to Sophia.
"I can't believe the car they sent! It was a Bentley and I got to ride in the back!" said Rina. "So cool!"
Yes she was speaking with exclamation points. Little did she know. She'd understand better in about 2 minutes, when we got on our helicopter. I gave her a big hug and a kiss, which got the attention of the guy behind the counter. My guess is he got hard. I know he stayed behind the counter instead of escorting us out, which he normally would have done. You go dude, we're smoking.
I took her hand and walked her out and right over to our helicopter, all while she was asking about why we met at this part of the airport. I just led her onto the helicopter and got her strapped into the co-pilot's seat. Her eyes were huge at this point.
She was just so damn cute. I wanted to laugh, because she was dressed in one of the one-piece rompers that Leslie and Chris are always wearing. We took off and I did a little tour over the city before heading across the channel. Our helicopter is fast, but it was still a 90-minute flight. I'm sure you're expecting some sexy story, but helicopters don't fly themselves, so we just chatted and caught up. We texted all the time, and talked a little, but his was the first time we'd been together since the weekend we met. It wasn't that long ago, but it was still too long. I really liked Rina. As a friend, don't worry.
Morgan did too. Oh, we were hopeful. You know.
We landed at the house and got out of the helicopter and Morgan was waiting. Oh, she got as good a kiss as I did.
"This is such a cute village," said Rina. "Is one of the cottages yours? That's so cool. I can't imagine ever affording my own cottage."
OK. Time for a chat.
"Rina, yes, one of the cottages is ours. All of the cottages are ours. This isn't a village. It's our place," I said. Her eyes were going to get stuck like that.
"But, I don't get it. How?" said Rina.
"Honey, I don't know how to put it any other way. We're rich. Stinking rich. We're nice, normal people, but our family is loaded," said Morgan. Rina stood there for a minute and you could almost see the gears turning in her head.
"You funded my scholarship, didn't you?" said Rina. "And my stipend. You pay that, don't you." Morgan just looked at me.
"Yes," I said. "We love you. We thought we could help and knew you probably wouldn't accept it, so we funded the program at your school and directed it to you. We can do it, and want to do it, and hope you're not offended, because we hope to continue to do it." I looked at Rina and waited. Suddenly tears started streaming down her face. Shit.
"You are so wonderful. I don't understand it? I can't imagine being able to do it," said Rina. "But I love you both for doing it. Now, this is going to sound weird, so don't take it that I am doing it because of the money, but can the three of us go inside and get naked please?"
Well she did say please. I can now attest that the red is natural, because she had left a little landing strip now. We did everything three girls could do, and yes, that included a wide variety of toys. Sometimes you just want girl time.
We stayed up way too late just talking and finally just passed out in our bed. All three of us. We didn't wake up until late and yes, to the smell of bacon.
You know you're living vicariously through our love of bacon.
One of the things I'd discovered in our conversations last night was that Rina had never driven a car. Never. She had rarely even been in a car. No wonder the Bentley was so exciting for her. Our normal was her exciting. What to do, what to do.
Oh wait. We owned a race track that happened to be idle today. I could give you paragraphs of how our day went, but I'll just leave it that she had great fun. We all did. Of course, when you're learning to drive, you have to take frequent breaks. Those were fun too.
That night we invited Cammy and her family over for game night. We wanted Rina to know that she had a family and that everything didn't revolve around sex. OK, the sex was great, but you get the idea. Cammy brought her parents and her brother and sister, and we had a wonderful dinner. Poppy pulled off her magic, again. After dinner we decided to make s'mores in the fireplace, but not what you're thinking. Just a fun dessert taste treat.
Or at least so I thought. As we started making them, I saw Jenson in conversation with Rina. She laughed.
Then she stripped. So did Jenson. I really needed to discuss discretion with Jenson. Or Rina. Or both. Well, that escalated quickly. I walked over to where Morgan had just finished putting together a fresh s'more and took it from her. She gave me a funny look, until she saw what was behind me. I walked over and handed it to Jenson.
Then we all watched. He drizzled the chocolate onto both of her nipples, then down a little line right to the promised land. I don't think there was any chocolate left between the graham crackers when he handed the s'more to Rina. Did you know you can eat a s'more and moan at the same time? Oh she did. Jenson was pretty good at this. I think he'd been watching Orlando. He started with her nipples and then worked his way down the chocolate path. Oh she was ready. She did manage to swallow the last bite of the s'more before she went off, but barely. He slid right back up her body, sticky as it was, and slid right in. She rode the wave and he didn't last long. He pulled out and covered almost exactly the same chocolate trail, but with cum.
Then he did it all again.
I think we all clapped. That certainly broke the ice and the rest of the s'mores went to much better use. Rina got to sample Toby and Alfie too, but enjoyed Poppy, Sienna, and Phoebe's attentions too. Rina was our focus tonight and damn I'm sure she enjoyed it.
I guess it was OK to invite her to Dionysus now.
Just a little short post about our new friend Rina. We'll tell more another time. Just wait until you read about her first visit to Dionysus.
Modest, too, huh.
All I have to say is fuck yeah. OK, I had a ton more to say than that, but this place is freaking awesome. We go to a nice dinner, which is something we almost never do, and now we live in an amazing house, on the water, and have a yacht. Yes, a yacht! I'm told our 52 is a small yacht. Well sure, we're new here. Who gets the big yacht when you're new?
Yeah, that whole paragraph is nuts.
We live on Eros, in the community between Alpha and Beta. Yes, it's a little crazy to live on an island named Eros, but it is also fitting.
We are having a lot of great sex. Oh I mean a lot. Sure, sure, our family still fucks a lot, but I've met so many people and everyone here loves sex. It's kind of a thing in this country. What's the most amazing is that we live in a community with thousands of kids and they all fuck. Well, that's not fair. They fuck if they've turned 7. 7!
I'll give you an example and it's a great one. Our first afternoon in the house, the family next door dropped by with a plate of cookies. Cliche, I know, but Mom welcomed them in. Hell, our house looked like a model home. It was flawless and apparently a cleaning crew came regularly to keep it that way. To every house in the country. Yes, everyone got maid service. Hell, Gabe and Carlina have a live-in staff. Carlina's 7!
Sorry for all the exclamation points. I get excited.
Back to the story. I haven't read all the journals yet, but there was something about tangents and I get it. I have read the first three chapters and to believe a young nerd living alone on a boat is our King is just insane. I've got to catch up on my reading.
Did you know the journal is now required reading in our schools? Of course it is. Every school has a program on history for their country, right? I'm just not sure any others had so much sex in it. Gabe tells me that our family is in the journal, but I'm not there yet. Heck, I have chapters to read before I get to read what I'm writing right now. Wow, that was confusing. Yes, people in the community get to add directly to our history, when invited.
I was invited!
Oops. Another exclamation point.
Back to the story. Focus, Athena. The neighbors were so nice and damn good looking. They were from Portugal. One thing about Dionysus, where everyone was from somewhere. Hey, that should be our country's motto. (Carlina's note: It is now. Great idea).
Wow, really? I made up our country's motto?
Cool. So, back to our neighbors. The dad was Artur. Think tall muscular hunk and you have it about right. Dark wavy hair. Nice pecs. No, they didn't come over naked, but they did come in their swimsuits. Or, in the case of the women, the swimsuit bottoms. I like tits, so I was OK with that. Artur. Back to Artur. Artur headed up the ground maintenance crew at Gamma. We finally found out about Gamma once we moved. Holy fuck! No, literally fuck. Lots of fucking. Artur did tell us that he had to slow down, because at first he was accepting every invitation to fuck. He had to go to the clinic because his cock was actually sore from all the fucking.
Yes, folks, he wore out his cock.
Artur was married to Estrela. Remember the tits? Estrela had really nice tits. Tits I was going to get to know better. I like tits. Oh, said that already. She was medium height, clearly athletic and had perky C cup tits. C cups and still perky, after three kids. Those nipples! Long, erect, and with huge areolas. I like tits.
Artur was also married to Nuno. Yes, you read that right. I love this country. Nuno was a little shorter, between Artur and Estrela. A bit of a fireplug. You know the body type. Not fat, just substantial. He was also wearing a tight speedo and I was going to explore what was inside that speedo. Not even hard and easily 15 centimeters. Six inches for you Americans. Soft. Read that again. Soft. Maybe he's a shower not a grower, but still impressive.
Yes, I know that expression. Yes, I'm 9.
So, two cocks and a pussy for me to explore. Was I done? No, I was not done. Buy today and you also get...
We have late night cable, right?
Three truly gorgeous kids. We found out that they were all Estrela's children, but the first two were with Artur, and the last was with Nuno, after Artur and Estrela married Nuno. No, that's not quite right. Started their relationship with Nuno. They didn't marry him until they moved here.
Dionysus is fun.
Back to the kids. The oldest was Rute. Rute was 16. Take the image of Estrela and make her 16-years-old. Twins of different ages, right down to the incredible C cups. Yes, Rute was topless. And bottomless. The kids were naked. Yes, we won the neighbor lottery. Little did we know. We hadn't met the others on our street yet.
Oh, back to Estrela and Nuno. Estrela was the Assistant Director at Alpha. Jesse was grooming her to take over as Managing Director. Yeah, I'll bet he was grooming her. Tee hee. That explains the big house on the water. The job, not the grooming. Well, the grooming, but, oh hell, you get my point.
Nuno was a firefighter. Yes, the fireplug was a firefighter. How fitting. He could save me any time he wants, although his eyes appeared to be on Andreas. That works too.
Back to the kids. I had my eyes on Rute and I'm pretty sure the feeling was mutual. The fact that she was dripping down her leg a little might have been a hint. The last two kids were boys and you never would have had a problem figuring out which one was the dad's. 14-year-old Valerio was tall and dark, with the wavy hair. Within a few centimeters of his dad. We'll have to see if that is true in the other important measurement, because let me tell you, Valerio was hung. Remember, naked. In his case, naked and hard. 17 or 18 centimeters hard. 7 inches or so. Last up was 9-year-old Horacio. Oh my. Nuno's cock was definitely going to grow when it got hard. How do I know? Because Horacio was hard. His cock was easily 23 centimeters. 9 inches.
He was 9. 9!
Hey, that deserved an exclamation point. The introductions were over, so I got right to the point. I was enamored with Horatio. Hell, I liked them all. Be bold.
"Mom and Dad, while you get to know the adults, I think I'll show the kids around the house," I said. Yeah, that got the expected smiles. I'd give them a tour, for sure, but right now we were heading to my bedroom and only to my bedroom.
You know Andreas came along too. We weren't in my room ten seconds before Andreas and I were naked and I was on my knees with Horacio's cock in my mouth. Ten seconds later, Rute was on the bed with Andreas going down on her. She was liking it, for sure. Oh, now Valerio was fucking Andreas in the ass.
Fun neighbors, for sure. I climbed up on the bed, at an angle to Rute and started licking and sucking those nipples. Horacio understood my little ass wiggle and stuck his cock right in. Yes, all five of us on one bed doing just about everything you can do.
That's when our parents walked in. No, that's when our parents joined in. As for Nuno? Let's just say his cock stretched my limits. Hurt so good. You know.
Andreas said the same thing.
Rute. Yeah, that got me hard.
Heck, that's just the family on one side. There are five other families on our street. All worthy of a journal entry. Almost 20 kids. Let's just say I don't sleep alone anymore. Someone is always in my bed.
I do laugh though. Mom has a no sex until your homework is done rule. I can live with that.
My story involves trying out for the football team. For all you Americans, that's the soccer team. We don't have your kind of football. Now this is one of the few times that age comes into play, a little. The league has been setup under the traditional U7, U8, U9 style, but the coaches work harder than I've ever seen at ensuring the kids are in the right spot. Bigger or better? You're going up. Smaller or newer to soccer, you can go down. Fuck age. They wanted safe, competitive teams. Athena was trying out too.
Oh, and all teams are co-ed. Why not? It's about athletic ability, not gender.
I was a pretty good player on my old team, so I thought I had a shot. Tryouts are year around, since so many people are moving here. They'd just add kids to existing teams and reshuffle the teams. King Bob built some sort of algorithm to make it all fair and fun. Fun and fair was the motto. Seriously.
So I was confident I'd made the team. No, that's not fair. Everyone made the team. It's just where you were assigned. I was confident I'd make my regular U9, or maybe even U10. There were almost 50 of us trying out and it was a tough workout.
"OK kids. That's it. Give me a lap around the field and then hit the showers," said the coach.
Showers? I was used to just going home sweaty. I guess not here. The fields were connected to the school, but I hadn't been to school yet. That was Monday. Today was Saturday.
I was middle of the pack and just followed the other kids. Athena was with me. I expected the girls to split off from the boys, but everyone went into the same locker room. Holy hell, everyone was stripping. Boys and girls. They all headed into the showers.
Oh, I was liking this place more and more. Today were ages 5 to 14, so there was quite a variety. Not being bashful, I stripped too. I walked into the shower and got the shock of my life. They were all fucking and sucking. The littlest ones weren't fucking, but they were sucking or licking or getting sucked or getting licked. There were actually places that looked like they were built to bend someone over and fuck them. A girl I'd noticed trying out came over.
"I'm Talia," she said. "Would you please fuck me?"
Yes, yes I would. And I did. It was amazing.
I noticed that Athena was bent over one of the things getting absolutely pounded by one of the older boys. Of course she was.
Once we were done, I just watched. No one seemed in a hurry to leave. A boy I'd noticed too came over.
"I'm Lido. May I please fuck you?" he asked.
Yes, yes he could.
I was there for another hour before the crowd started to wind down. I wonder what our parents thought. There were still one or more kids, so I was in no hurry. Talia came back over.
"Is it true that Athena is your sister?" she asked. I confirmed it was.
"Oh. No one must have told you. It's tradition for you to fuck her after the tryouts," she said.
Well I had one more in me. Talia helped in so many ways, then cleaned out Athena. It turns out Talia was just one street over from us. That's a good thing.
I say a thank you every day for how bold Athena was. Sometimes I thank her a little more. You know.
We made it through rescuing the kids, getting married, and taking an incredible honeymoon and nothing about the amount of money. I could tell she was doing pretty damn well for a girl her age, given the incredible house and the freaking Bentley in the garage, but still, nothing.
So here I am, sitting in my office, in the freaking resort house that's really my home, on my first real day on my job. Amelia's in her office, and for some reason we have the wall closed, and I thought I should know that answer, so I brought up the website of the firm that manages the money in our funds. Jason, who I met over the phone, gave me all the login information.
Then I sat at the computer and looked it up.
That is over $10 billion. Billion with a B. Yeah, yeah, I read the journal entries, but I must have read the ones about Amelia too fast, as the numbers didn't register.
I'm responsible for over $10 billion. I called Jason to make sure it wasn't a mistake, and he said she'd seeded it with $10 billion, but it had been a month, so it has earned another $125 million.
In a month. If I blew less than $100 million or so a month, the fund would keep growing.
A freaking month.
Oh you know I opened the wall. I admit, I didn't expect to see Amelia bent over the couch getting fucked doggy style by a guy I didn't know, but it was fun to watch. He saw me and smile and pointed at me and then pointed at his mouth.
Well I can take a hint, so I dropped my shorts, which was the only thing I was actually wearing, and walked into her office. I pulled over an ottoman and climbed on it so my cock would be at the right spot for him.
Holy fuck. He was deep-throating me. It was incredible. I was really enjoying it, and then I heard a deep moan from Amelia. Well that set things off. This guy clearly filled her up and then I came down his throat. I pulled out and so did he, and he pointed at me and then at her.
Got it. I got on my knees and started licking it all out of her, just as I heard the unmistakable sound of a lube bottle.
Damn that was cold, and this dude recovered fast. He lasted longer this time. I had rolled Amelia on her back and was taking her over and over with my tongue and my fingers, and finally felt him unload in my ass. He pulled out and pointed at her and then at me.
OK. I laid on my back and she cleaned me out. While she was, he freaking got dressed and left.
Who was that mystery man?
Amelia thought it was hilarious and wouldn't tell me his name. She said I'd see him on the street some day or at the coffee shop and should introduce myself. Yeah, we were lying naked on the floor of her office, talking about the mysterious man. Just then, the kids walked in. They saw us lying there, and immediately stripped.
I like this place.
They got on their knees and Marybeth started blowing me and Richie started going down on Amelia. Marybeth got me rock hard and climbed up and slammed herself down on me. Richie laid down right next to me and was pretty hard himself, so Amelia did the same thing and slammed down on him. They were close enough to kiss while they bounced, which seemed like a fine idea, so I turned my head and Richie and I made out. It would have been a hell of a porn shot, but we lasted awhile, then both came inside our partner.
Which left cleanup for us. I will say Marybeth is incredibly sweet. Tasting, that is. She's got those A cups going for her, and a surprisingly undeveloped pussy. I loved opening it up and licking her from the bottom to her clit, making her squirm. The taste of my own cum was just a bonus.
We got them over. And over. And over.
Finally we couldn't take it anymore and went and had a group shower.
I know I had opened the wall for a reason, but couldn't remember what. That was over 90 minutes ago.
We lost a lot of time to sex, but that was OK.
Oh yeah. I remember. The kids had run off to change, so we were alone in our bedroom.
"10 fucking billion?" I said. Amelia just laughed.
"Why, do you need more?" she said. I just shook my head and she kissed me.
"We want in too," said Marybeth. "We are survivors. We might have good ideas."
"So talk," said Amelia, to me. I guess our brainstorming session was starting over lobster and shrimp burritos. I'm not sure what was up with all the lobster but damn it was good.
"My thinking is we have two major problems to solve. The first is that women and kids that are in domestic abuse situations have nowhere to go. They have no money. They're powerless so they stay," I said. "The second is that the foster care system is broken. There aren't enough foster parents and truly crappy people make it through the background checks."
"My idea combines the two because no one would be more sympathetic to kids that need help that women running from violence. I think we should buy mid-level hotels. Holiday Inns. Hampton Inns. Fairfield Inns. I don't know what they are elsewhere in the world but you get the idea. We take a floor and make it a shelter with a daycare. The adults and older kids volunteer in the daycare and anyone 15 or 16 or above can get a job working in the hotel. Basically they're our labor pool. The profits of the hotel go right back into the program. Basically that floor is a commune."
"I think my idea is also helpful for finding the women jobs and for providing security. The foster program is a cross between a traditional foster care program and an orphanage. The moms in the program band together to take in a group of foster kids. Since it is hotel rooms and we take the entire floor, we can tightly secure it and the kids can run around all they want. We tear down some rooms to build the daycare and maybe a game room for the older kids and a big communal kitchen and eating area. They setup some sort of a chore list too. Most of the food can come out of the hotel kitchen so the kitchen on the floor is more snacks and stuff. Each hotel has some sort of live-in room mom, who is usually a graduate. It is all short term so when they get enough experience for their resume we help them find a job and fund maybe six months of an apartment. We could even buy apartment complexes and use that as the next step in their new lives."
I stopped and they just stared again. Damn they thought it was stupid.
"That might be the best idea I have ever heard of in my life," said Amelia. "How do women find us?"
"I thought about that. I think we make small posters that go in the women's room of a wide-ranging set of businesses in the area we are trying to cover. Bars. Grocery stores. Schools. Daycares. Hospital emergency rooms. We also share information about the program with social workers and ER staff. The posters should list the nearby hotels that are in the program. It should tell them to bring their kids and go to the registration desk. They tell the clerk that the reservation is under the name Patricia Elizabeth. The clerks would then have a social worker we would have there 24/7 take them into a secure area and interview them and find out what's going on. If they're a fit, they go upstairs. If not we help them any way we can."
I waited for comment and they just sat there.
"This is amazing," said Marybeth.
"What do you do if you're full?" asked Richie.
"We can never be full. If the floor is full, we hold back reservations for a block of rooms. We don't care of it is profitable. It is more about hiding in plain sight and job opportunities. If we get overwhelmed we just keep buying hotels. My model says that the initial investment is high but by month 8 a new hotel becomes self-sustaining and may even be profitable," I said.
"Where do we start?" asked Amelia.
"Athens," I said. "With their economic challenges they have real problems with domestic violence. We also have a good relationship with the local and federal governments at least according to Chris."
"What does Chris think of it?" asked Amelia. "Good choice to involve her."
"I wanted the idea to be pretty complete. I also needed advice on how and who to talk to locally," I said. "She suggested I ask Bob and Amy for more funding. We have so much though."
"No she's right. The startup costs will be high if we go big," said Amelia. "They're smart as hell too. We need to brainstorm this with them." She pulled out her phone and texted.
She got a quick reply.
"They'll be here in 20 minutes. Just do the same pitch," said Amelia.
"You want me to pitch to the King and Queen?" I said.
"No I want you to pitch to Bob and Amy. They're just normal people. Trust me," said Amelia. Yeah just your average King and Queen.
But they were. Normal that is. They showed up and were both in shorts and T-shirts. Both were barefoot. They had two little kids with them who they introduced as their two-year-old twins. Both kids walked around and introduced themselves and shook each person's hand. They were adorable and acted like miniature adults.
I offered to put on a TV show in the bedroom.
"No thank you," said Jessica. "We would like to sit in on the discussion. Mom told us the topic and it is clearly a major societal problem and if we have ideas, we would like to contribute."
What the hell? I looked at Bob and Amy and they just smiled. We all sat down and Jessica climbed up into Marybeth's lap and Bill climbed up into Richie's. All four kids seemed pretty comfortable with it.
"We want to hear your idea," said Bill. Well OK then. I ran through the entire pitch and Bob and Amy didn't say a word.
But Jessica and Bill did. They had laser focused questions and incredibly insightful ideas. I finally finished.
"I like it," said Bill.
"Me too," said Jessica. "How much is in your fund right now?"
"A little over $10 billion. Amelia donated it," I said.
"A good start," said Bill. "But you'll need more to do this at scale." Jessica held out her hand to Amy. Amy passed over her phone. Jessica worked at it a bit and then showed the phone to Bob, then Amy. They both nodded.
"OK, we're in for an initial $50 billion. Jason will move the money tomorrow. I want to see your financial analysis but on the surface the idea is sound," said Jessica. "I think you're optimistic at 8 months for profitability but that will vary by location and the hotel size. Email me the spreadsheet tonight and then come over in the morning and we will walk through it. Tomorrow afternoon we can go look at properties in Athens. Bill can research available properties while we look at the numbers. The apartments can wait. Now Bill and I will go watch that movie while you guys all have some fun. Come get us when you're done. Let us know if you're going all night and we will just go to bed when we are tired."
With that she got up and she and Bill walked out of the room.
"What the hell just happened?" I asked. "Was she for real? I review the spreadsheet with her and then I take two toddlers hotel shopping?"
"Feels about right," said Bob.
"Yep," added Amy. "You should listen to her on the numbers. Her financial insights are quite good. Bill is a wizard at research. He will find you good properties."
"I'm 18, run what is now a $60 billion charity and I'm going to go buy some hotels tomorrow with my project team which is a pair of two-year-olds," I said.
"Starting to get Dionysus yet?" said Amy with a big smile.
I guess I was.
With that, Amy got up and started taking off her clothes.
"What about the kids?" I said.
"They're good. She meant what she said. They'll stay in there until we get them. They're smart. They know what's going on," said Bob. The two-year-olds know we are out here having an orgy.
Oh, and we sure as hell did. I may have died for a little while, when I got to fuck Amy. Even Amelia told me Amy would be the best I have ever and will ever have and she didn't even seem jealous.
Bob has skills too. They enjoyed Marybeth and Richie too.
Richie got to fuck the Queen. And the King.
I didn't think it was my place to mention that I thought Bill and Jessica were watching. Curious little kids.
What a night.
Finally they were headed out.
"Be there at 8 sharp. We will have breakfast. Bill, make appointments throughout the afternoon. We will have lunch at 1230 in Athens so stagger us appointments every 90 minutes after that. We can move quick," said Jessica. "Cobb, bring an overnight bag. Plan on four days. If we find enough properties it could take that long. We can get a suite at Carlina's hotel. My thinking is multiple properties scattered around town. It will be more efficient to being them online concurrently. While we were watching the movie, I spoke to Amai. She's going to start recruiting social workers and the initial room moms. That is going to be our initial constraint. She will interview and begin hiring. If they're on fast enough, they can supervise the conversion at their hotel."
"Do I actually have a role?" I asked. Jessica laughed.
"Of course," said Jessica. "You can drive."
With that, she breezed out with her family in her wake.
We all sat down for a bowl of ice cream.
"Did that happen or are we in a mass hallucination?" asked Marybeth.
None of us really had a reply. We ate our ice cream in silence and then fell into bed.
"No we are not in diapers. What do you think we are, babies?" said Jessica.
I didn't say it. I know I didn't say it.
"Eat," she said. "It is quite good."
Well she was right, breakfast was wonderful. Afterwards we went into an office. An office with very small furniture. She had me sit on the floor in front of a very large monitor on which she had the spreadsheet. It was even touchscreen.
It was also mounted about a foot off the floor. Bill sat at one of the short desks and started working on his laptop. The desks were not small, in fact they were very large very nice wooden desks.
They were just short.
Jessica walked me through my numbers and showed me her refinements. Yes her analysis was better than mine.
Then she brought up a sheet that estimated acquisition costs, conversion costs, and runtime costs at a level of detail well beyond mine. She walked me through it.
She lost me a couple times but it appeared sound. Her analysis said we should buy eight hotels. She showed their approximate locations on a large map of Athens with circles that showed what she called coverage areas.
"You'll see the coverage areas overlap. That gives us an extra dimension for capacity. We can shift a new family to a nearby property. I made sure all the overlaps were in the same schools so no child would have to change schools. That is just too disruptive. We will have to be careful with that in case a family comes into the wrong hotel. Bill has already completed the initial search and is making appointments so we can leave early. Jason has positioned the funds so we can make immediate payments. Mom bought me a phone last night so I can make the payments. It's not very good but will do for now. Her choices were limited that late at night." Bill stood up.
"Ready," he said. "Grab your bag. Ours are already in the car." I followed him and we went into a huge garage. They walked over to a nice Mercedes S class, in matte white. They opened the doors and climbed into their car seats.
Of course they had car seats. I threw my bag on the front passenger seat and got in.
"Don't we need to tell your parents we are leaving?" I said.
"No," said Jessica. "They heard the plan last night."
Sure. I was driving off with the King and Queen's two-year-old twins. Nothing weird about that.
We visited exactly eight hotels. Bill had done an outstanding job. They were all in safe locations, were large for their market, were priced well, and their average sold rate allowed us to carve off the floor perfectly and not affect reservations. I won't bore you with the details but Jessica bought them all. Bill and I were just along for the ride. It took us three days. We stayed in a nice hotel suite in a hotel they told me Carlina owned. Given she joined us for dinner one night and they treated her like royalty I guess it was true.
Of course, Carlina is actual royalty. Then again, Bob gave me my Dionysus passport after our wedding. I am now Count Cobb and yes it sounds like a breakfast cereal.
We showed back up at their house for dinner on the third day. My family was waiting and we joined them for dinner. A bunch of other people were there too. Amy assured me we were always welcome and dinner was usually twenty or more people. She told us to just let Elias know by 1500.
Sure. We could bop in for dinner at the Queen's house whenever we wanted.
We actually could.
We sat with Bob and Amy and they wanted us to catch them up. Jessica did. I didn't speak. Then Jessica turned to me.
"You need to pick the next city. Tell Bill and he will do the research. Chris can make the introductions to the right people. Once we find the hotels, the three of us can go buy them and meet with the local officials. I'm partial to Cairo, then Barcelona," said Jessica. "Be back here tomorrow at 8 again we have appointments with people in both the local and Federal authorities. Wear a suit."
She is truly a force of nature.
OK, this is a weird one. Remember my story about liking to masturbate? Well, I have a new fascination with gloryholes. I have no experience, but hey, I'm the King.
Did I sell that I had no experience?
I am intrigued by both sides, so to speak. The thought of sticking my hard cock through a hole and someone sucks it, but I don't know who, is exciting.
But not nearly as exciting as sitting on the other side and having a random cock slide through to suck.
But we don't do things on the cheap here. I wanted world-class gloryholes. Words that were probably never used in a sentence together before. I had some ideas, so I got my design and construction experts together.
Yes, I had a meeting with Chloe, Ben, and Kyra to discuss the construction of gloryholes. They weren't even surprised. In fact, they kind of got into it and we all contributed ideas.
First, we knew this was a messy situation. In fact, that was the heart of our design. Both booths, for the giver and the receiver, were designed a bit like a shower. Tile on the floor and wall, and a drain in the center. When a person left, disinfectant was sprayed, it was washed off with water, and big dryers finished it off.
We even wandered into the more esoteric arts. A small number of the cubicles would be marked as acceptable for golden showers. Now all of them would be fine, given the drains and disinfectant, but we sure didn't want anybody to unexpectedly get peed on. If you went into one of those, you weren't guaranteed to get peed on, but you might. Eventually preferences would be in the app, and you could connect with like-minded gloryholers. Oh yeah, there's an app. It's just not complete.
Did I mention that all of these cubicles were built inside a giant community shower? You were expected to shower on the way in and out. Towels, in towel warmers, and lockers were available.
See? Not your typical plywood and duct tape gloryhole and, no, don't ask me how I know how to describe them.
Oh, one last thing. We had a lighting system. Green meant the cubicle was available. Red said it was in use. Yellow said it was in use, but they welcomed company. Oh, I had a vision of leaning over and sucking a cock that came through the gloryhole while getting fucked myself. I also can imagine fucking Amy doggy style, while leaning over her and we both suck that cock.
Chole had another idea. She suggested we build a few with big windows. That way people could watch. Not all of them, so you had your choice. Kyra added that we should add cameras to all of them, and if the person inside turned it on, it could go out to our local cable system. Yes, our 17-year-old construction lead suggested cameras. She also volunteered to test it all out when it was done.
Sure, we were going to have a live gloryhole feed. I'm pretty sure that was going to be on my TV quite a bit. I'm also pretty sure damn near everyone was going to turn on the feed.
Ben added that we really should put windows in all of them, but use the windows that would go opaque if you flipped the switch. His theory was we didn't know which ones would be more popular.
I did. Everyone was going to let people watch.
And so it was built. Today was the grand opening. Oh, you wonder where we built them? It's a little cliche, but we built them as an addition to the toy store.
You thought we didn't have a toy store in Robertville? Oh, wait, I don't mean toys that kids play with. Our kind of toys. Dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, slings, handcuffs.
A toy store.
We've had to expand the toy store three times already. It's bigger than the grocery store now. It's quite popular. It might have something to do with the fact that any resident with an RFID tag got everything in the store for free.
Our gift to the community.
Now you're wondering where we built the toy store, aren't you?
Attached to the clinic, of course. Get tested, buy a toy, get a blowjob. Such a handy shopping trip. Before you could go into either side of a gloryhole booth, you had to be tested. That's why every team member of the clinic was on duty today. We expected lines. Oh, don't worry, they got their turn. Yesterday had been our dress rehearsal. The clinic staff got to play with us. Everything went flawlessly. It was great fun. Today would be even better.
Amy and I had just arrived and good lord. There was a line. A long line. Hundreds of people in the line. All ages. Both sexes. Every ethnicity. Aaron, our Rabbi, was first in line. Lead by example Rabbi.
Oh wait. I forgot. We had one more feature. There was a lever next to the hole that the receiver could pull. At one end, it was a normal gloryhole, just for a cock. At the other end, it was large enough that the receiver could back into it. What I mean is offer their pussy or ass to the person on the other side. Why limit it to blow jobs? Ben even designed a special piece of furniture that the person would straddle and roll back into place. It would be tiring bending over. We were all about comfort. This was available on both sides. How else would our women benefit from the gloryhole. They could get licked or fucked or both.
We went to the front of the line, greeting people as we went.
This was the grand opening, so we had ensured quality receivers for the first round. Our immediate family -- Amy, me, Morgan, Sophia, Orlando, Leslie, and Chris. That was seven of the twelve we had built so far. We suspected we would need more, but twelve to start. Who were the other five? Well, Ruby, Gabe, Carlina, Luca, Tegan, and Elena. Oh, that's one too many, you say? Elena was our alternate. She would jump in and give people breaks. Maybe we'd even rotate. Carlina and Tegan were limited to the appropriate ages, but the app managed that.
We're here all day folks. Yes, it opened at 1000, and we planned on being available until 1500. We had some guest suckers coming too. They're surprises. I was still finalizing one thing. The demand was higher than I expected, so I added scheduling to the app. There was one section where you could sign up for a cubicle to receive. Twenty-minute increments and you could sign up for as many as three, or an hour. Once you signed up, it hid your name. Anonymity is the whole point, right? The only thing it showed was male or female and what you were offering. Oral, anal, vaginal. You could check any or all, and the giver picked. Oh, and that whole golden shower thing was something you could check too. None for today though. The app was more complex than I expected.
Oh, you'd sign up for your time on the other side of the booth too. Ten-minute increments. If you didn't cum in 10, well, tough.
Elena had suggested what I thought was the best feature. She suggested a rating system. When your appointment was over, you could rate the experience from one to five stars. Wouldn't you make an appointment with someone with 5 stars? Wouldn't you accept an appointment from someone with 5 stars? Just like eBay has sellers and buyers with different ratings, we had givers and receivers.
Tegan suggested another feature. After your session, you could click a button if you wanted to meet the person. Great experience? Continue it outside the booth. Only if both people checked it would the app connect you. If you chose, it would even find an open spot on both your calendars and schedule a meet at the coffee shop.
I keep forgetting details. Gloryhole booths have porn playing. Of course they do. Each side had a nice 40-inch monitor built into the wall with a wide variety of porn available. You could also watch your own camera. You could watch the other side's camera, but the face of the person, um, pleasuring you was masked.
Oh this is getting boring. Let's go to it. I'm going to hand the pen to Elena. All of us had our windows open, but only Elena got to watch today. She was our commentator. She'd pass the pen when she was in the booth.
What about my cute little pussy? Any complaints? I doubt it.
It was showtime. All our receivers were in their booths. The first batch had been tested and showered. Doors open, givers entered. I walked up and down to watch. Oh, nicely even. Six cocks, four pussies, two asses. Interesting, one of the asses was matched with Ruby. Guess she'd be giving a rim job. She liked to. I had to stop at Amy's window. Damn, the cock that came through that hole was huge. Wait. I knew that cock. I knew that cock well. Leo. I couldn't resist and opened the door and joined Amy. We moved on each side of him and started licking. Oh, he moaned. We got him wet and I laid down on the cool rolling piece of furniture. It needs a name. Amy helped position me and actually pushed me back on to his monster.
Yeah, another groan. He started gently fucking, then got faster and faster. It didn't help that Amy reached under to rub my clit. Oh, that's OK. It positioned her so I could lick hers. Finally Leo couldn't hold off and came in me. He cums so much! I hopped up and went out of the booth. I was going to drip for a while. I liked it. Back to watching.
Sophia, Morgan, Gabe, and Carlina were all giving blow jobs, but as I watched as Carlina laid down and rolled back onto the cock.
Five hours. We're doing this for five hours.
Just then Carlina came out for a quick shower.
That means I'm up! I'll pass her the pen so she can take a break. I want some.
I went in and then the hole opened. I had an idea. Let's see what happens. I rolled back and offered my cum filled pussy.
Oh, they licked it a bit and sucked some out, but then I got fucked again. This went on for four more cocks before I finally got up and left, when Carlina came back. Yeah, I walked up and down watching while dripping five loads of cum down my leg.
This was fun. I can't wait for my actual turn.
I looked in and Bob was rubbing his cock against the cock that came through the hole. Just as I looked, the anonymous cock erupted, all over Bob's cock. I saw Bob stick his own cock through and it came back quickly, all clean. Damn.
Ruby was up next and she was on the contraption just getting pounded. Chris was licking a nice pussy. I think I know that pussy. It's tiny.
Orlando was getting fucked in the ass. Leslie was giving a 5-star blow job. Luca was fucking something through the hole. The deal was receivers didn't cum, so he pulled out and licked her to completion.
Oh, Amy needs a break to shower. Look at all that cum. I'm up again.
I think you get the point of the gloryholes by now.
|Name||Chapters||Age||Description when introduced||Stats when introduced|
|Bob||All||25||Dad||6'2" (188 cm) – 165 (75 kg) , swimmer's body, 6–inch (15 cm) cut average cock|
|Amy||All||23||Mom (and the Nanny, to start)||5'1" (155 cm) – 110 (50 kg) , bright red hair, C cup|
|Morgan||All||17||The oldest of the new kids||5'5" (165 cm) – 120 (54 kg) , dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous|
|Orlando||All||15||The middle child and the only boy||5'0" (152 cm) – 100 (45 kg) , dirty blonde, 6–inch (15 cm) cut thick cock|
|Leslie||All||13||The youngest||4'6" (137 cm) – 80 (36 kg) , brown hair, flat–chested|
|Chris||6,8,14-54||13||Boat sales person but becomes more||4'11" (150 cm) – 80 (36 kg) , slim, glorious puffy nipples|
|Sara||6,8,14-54||24||Sales managers, car dealers||5'3" (160 cm) – 100 (45 kg) , dark hair, Amerasian, small B cup|
|Gabriel (Gabe)||6,14,16-19,24,27-29,31-37,39-40,42-43,45,47-52,54||13||Juanita's brother||5'6" (168 cm) – Cute AF, 5–inch (13 cm) cock|
|Ruby||6,14,16-19,24,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-46,49-54||11||Juanita's sister||4'11" (150 cm) – 85 (39 kg) , sexy, flat|
|Sophia||7,8-9,14,16-17,19,23,27,31,34,36-43,46-48,53-54||20||New Italian friend and Goddess||5'7" (170 cm) – stunning, simply stunning, B cup|
|Luca||7,8-9,14,16-17,19,23,27,31,34,36-40,42-44,46-47,50-52,54||15||Sophia's son||5'9" (175 cm) – chiseled, male Sophia, 6–inch (15 cm) uncut cock|
|Elena||7,8-9,14,16-17,19,23,27,31,34,36-40,42-47,51-52,54||11||Sophia's daughter||4'5" (135 cm) – sexy AF|
|Chloe||14,15,20,24,27,34,36,39-43,51,54||Thirties||Developer and architect||5'7" (170 cm) – athletic, smaller B cup. Hot AF|
|Ben||14,15,20,24,27,39-43,51,54||Thirties||Kitchen designer||6'0" (183 cm) – swimmer's body, 6–inch (15 cm) thick cock|
|Daniel||20,39,44,53||Thirties||London butler||6'4" (193 cm) – 195 (88 kg) , blonde, muscular, 5.5–inch (13 cm) cut and thin|
|Camila||25,29-30,41,50,54||23||You know who she is||You know what she looks like|
|Amelia||33,34,36,41,50-51,53-54||21||BBF grant reviewer||5'1" (155 cm) – Size 0, A cups, blonde|
|Alfie||37,42,44,54||31||Manor caretaker||6'3" (191 cm) – Blonde, supremely British, nice abs, 8–inch (20 cm) uncut cock|
|Poppy||37,38,42,44,54||30||Manor caretaker and Alfie's wife||5'7" (170 cm) – Blonde, model gorgeous, B cup|
|Cammy||38,54||23||Waitress and new friend||5'8" (173 cm) – Blonde, stunning, C cups|
|Sienna||38,54||13||Cammy's sister||5'0" (152 cm) – Blonde, thin, adorable,nipple bumps|
|Jenson||38,54||13||Cammy's brother||5'0" (152 cm) – Blonde, long hair, 5–inch (13 cm) uncut cock|
|Toby||38,54||Forties||Cammy's dad||5'3" (160 cm) – Blonde, A cups, petite, sexy|
|Phoebe||38,54||Forties||Cammy's mom||6'3" (191 cm) – Blonde hunk, 7–inch (18 cm) uncut cock|
|Aaron||42,45,54||Thirties||Rabbi and Mikka's husband||6'3" (191 cm) – Tall, stately, thin, 6–inch (15 cm) cut cock|
|Carlina||43,45-54||7||Romeo's daughter||4'4" (132 cm) – barely tall enough, blonde, cute, smart as hell|
|Heather (H2)||45,46,48-49,53||Twenties||Heather (H1)'s girlfriend. School teacher||5'9" (175 cm) – thin, model beautiful, A cup, amazing|
|Nan||45,48,50-51,53||4||9th grade student||3'8" (112 cm) – cute, bubbly, fun|
|Tegan||46,48,50-54||7||Gemma and Sean's daughter||4'4" (132 cm) – Auburn hair, cute, fun|
|Kyra||49,54||17||Construction crew chief for the resorts||5'6" (168 cm) – beautiful Greek girl, B cup|
|Kevin||49,50-53||13||Homeless kid that Leslie rescues in New York||6'0" (183 cm) – Tall, really thin, 6–inch (15 cm) cut cock|
|Manela||49,53||Thirties||Nan's Mom and a musical genius||5'6" (168 cm) – Beautiful, trim, B cup|
|Athena||50,51,54||9||Sebastian and Rene's daughter, met Carlina in Athens||4'7" (140 cm) – little Greek cutie|
|Andreas||50,51,54||11||Sebastian and Rene's son||5'2" (157 cm) – Greek God in the making, 4–inch (10 cm) thin cut cock|
|Cobb||51,53-54||18||Director of the Patricia and Elizabeth fund||6'4" (193 cm) – Tall, dark, and oh so sexy, 7–inch (18 cm) thick cock|
|Marybeth||51,53||11||Amelia and Cobb's adopted daughter||5'2" (157 cm) – Thin, blonde, clearly a twin, small A cup|
|Richie||51,53||11||Amelia and Cobb's adopted son||5'2" (157 cm) – Thin, blonde, clearly a twin, thin 4–inch (10 cm) cock|
|Rina||51,54||18||Red light girl||4'11" (150 cm) – Red hair, pigtails, AAA cup, cute and fun|
|Karla||53||Thirties||New teacher, asexual||5'7" (170 cm) – tall, blonde, great body|
|Karl||53||Thirties||Professor, Karla's partner, asexual||6'0" (183 cm) – German, blonde, average|
|Kina||53||9||Karla and Karl's daughter||4'4" (132 cm) – blonde, cute, bubbly|
|Destiny||53||8||Girl in Kevin's study hall||4'0" (122 cm) – small, cute, surprisingly sexy|
|Tycho||53||Thirties||Commander of the RAF Red Arrows||5'10" (178 cm) – dark hair, strong, attractive|
|Maria||53||Thirties||Italian F–35 pilot||5'6" (168 cm) – dark hair, sexy, C cup|
|Artur||54||Thirties||Athena and Andreas' neighbor, Gamma ground maintenance||6'1" (185 cm) – Muscular hunk, wavy dark hair|
|Estrela||54||Thirties||Athena and Andreas' neighbor, Artur and Nuno's wife, Assistant Director at Alpha||5'6" (168 cm) – dark hair, sexy, C cup|
|Nuno||54||Thirties||Athena and Andreas' neighbor, Estrela's other husband, firefighter||5'9" (175 cm) – fireplug, attractive|
|Rute||54||16||Artur and Estrela's daughter||5'5" (165 cm) – dark hair, Estrela–light, C cup|
|Valerio||54||14||Artur and Estrela's son||5'11" (180 cm) – Artur's mini–me, 7–inch (18 cm) cock|
|Horacio||54||9||Nuno and Estrela's son||5'0" (152 cm) – Smaller Nuno, with an amazing 9–inch (23 cm) cock|
|Talia||54||11||Andreas' soccer/shower friend||5'1" (155 cm) – cute, long dark hair, AAA cup|
|Lido||54||12||Andreas' soccer/shower friend||5'4" (163 cm) – dark hair, muscular, 5–inch (13 cm) thin cock|