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?
Pari here. I couldn't believe it, but the Chicago school was ready to open. It turned out it didn't need as much investment as we thought. It just needed a good cleaning. We had huge success in hiring. The word was spreading, and Jackson's network had grown at an incredible pace. The school was quite large and could easily handle a mix of boarding and commuter students up to a thousand or more. We were opening small, with just 124 students. You'd think we would start with just 9th graders or something like that, but it really wasn't possible at one of our schools. You couldn't categorize students that way at all.
The president of the school was Brandi. OK, it was a little hard to take a Brandi seriously, but she was extremely qualified. She had been a key senior leader at the University of Chicago, but was close friends with Magda, the president of our Berlin school. Close friends.
Oh yeah, Brandi was fun. The headmaster of the school, meaning those not in college, was Miguel. We'd stolen him from a local prep school. Our opportunities were better, and our pay was way better. The fact that the school went through graduate school was appealing too. It was just a different environment.
I'm pretty sure the sex with kids things was a draw too. I know he loved to fuck me. And Brandi. The benefits of working at our schools were pretty spectacular.
I was actually on my way to be there for the first day of school, but I was aware enough to admit to myself that I had an ulterior motive.
I wanted to see Simpson again. I'd been more involved in the development of this school than any other. Not intrusive, just around a lot.
Mostly because I kind of liked Simpson. He was so damn cute and attentive, and I found myself acting silly around him. We were both hilarious together. I was the experienced 10-year-old and he was the naive 19-year-old. I don't think I ever described him. He's cute, but not a hunk. That's not what draws me to him. Since we're in Chicago, I'll use American terms. He's about 5'11" (180 cm), maybe 150 pounds dripping wet. Yes, he's skinny. He's not buff or ripped, but he's not really out of shape. He's just skinny. He swims for exercise and it shows. He's not incredibly endowed, with a thin 6-inch (15 cm) cock. He had no experience when we met. He does get a lot of points for taking direction well. Really well. He's very open-minded about sex too. I introduced another guy when I brought along Valerio, Artur and Estrella's 14-year-old son. He's a lot of fun too, and a good teacher. Simpson learned a lot. We showed him how to do things, and he paid close attention. Simpson had already fucked me in the ass, so fucking Valerio was a reasonable next step, but I had been surprised when he came right out and asked Valerio to fuck him. Of course, I introduced him to the concept of a train, which he certainly appreciated.
I'd shown him how to handle two girls together too. I went high and brought Ruby with me. You know what blew my mind? He clearly enjoyed Ruby, but he focused his attention on me. Me!
I admit I liked that.
So anyway, I had just landed in Chicago. I wouldn't see Simpson until tonight. Since I had the house, he could spend the night. The new caretakers certainly didn't mind. Hell, they joined in a couple times, which was fun too. They sure kept me entertained on nights Simpson wasn't available. Now I had been encouraging Simpson to spread his wings and ask out girls his own age, or even guys. Hell, I coached him how to do it. I didn't live here. I knew that. He needed a girlfriend and if that meant I had to give him up, so be it. I liked him that much.
Oh, the caretakers. They were a hoot. Late twenties. Sexy AF. She is Mackenzie and proper upper middle class Midwest. Blonde, tall, and cute. An ex-cheerleader type with luscious C cups. You just liked her when you met her. Not a mean girl type at all. Her husband is Laquan. Yeah, that probably took her mom and dad by surprise, but I'd met them, and they clearly cared for Laquan. Cared for Laquan, if you get my drift. Laquan was tall and thin. He was a runner and it showed. He has a nice 7-inch (18 cm) cock that was not too thick and not too thin. I enjoy it. Mackenzie clearly enjoys it.
So does Simpson. See, we continue to open his horizons. You figured out Laquan was black, right?
School. I was here for the school. I was actually in the auditorium, and Brandi and Miguel had just welcomed the new students. I was off the stage but could see the students. Miguel told them that there would be a short speech by the Minister of Education. You could see they thought it would be boring. Another administrator droning on.
Well they were in for a shock. Oh, not that I was 10. I was going to tell them all about the wrestling rooms. I was going to explain consent and everything else. I had one idea that I wasn't quite sure about but would see how it went. Miguel introduced me and I walked out onto the stage. I have a wireless mic, so I didn't go behind the podium.
"Hi, my name is Pari," I said. You could see the kids were confused.
"I'm the Minister of Education for the kingdom of Dionysus," I said. "Before you ask, I'm 10 years old and was elected to this position by the citizens of our country. I have graduated from high school and have my bachelor's in education and am currently working on my master's at our university in Athens, Greece."
I paused, as some of the kids were whispering to each other. I suspected some of it was because of my outfit. I'd gone back and forth between thinking a nice suit would set the tone and going another route. I went the other route.
I was in gym shorts and a cami top. A thin, tight cami top. Puffies, remember? I'm Persian, so my skin is olive. You know what that means, right? Yep. Dark nipples. A thin, tight white cami. Give'em a little show to set the tone. That's the path I'd chosen. Oh hell, I was going to shake them up. I gave them the discretion speech, but all these kids came from homes that understood that or they wouldn't be in the school. I gave them the can but don't have to speech, which they also clearly understood. Then I explained the purpose of the wrestling rooms, given we didn't have a wrestling team. Oh, they sat up in their chairs at that point. I finished and asked if there were any questions. My plan had been to approach one of the boys and offer to suck his cock. I figured that had a little shock value to it, but a boy about halfway up, on the aisle trumped my idea. A runner handed him a mic to ask a question.
"My name is Alec. I think I understood what you said, but if I didn't, I apologize in advance. I am afraid this will be a bit blunt too," he said. "But I just had to get it out there. I would be honored to spend time with you. I am told my skills are quite good. To be more direct, I'd love to fuck you."
You heard the collective gasp from the audience. I just smiled.
"Nice to meet you Alec. To all of you that gasped, what he just did was fine. He was polite and he was direct. If I chose to say no, I am confident that he would sit back down and take it well, wouldn't you Alec?" He just smiled and nodded.
"But why would I say no?" I said, to another gasp. "He's polite, he's certainly attractive, and he shared that he was skilled. So now the choice is up to you Alec. We could wait until this session was over and go find privacy in my office. Or we could wait and go to the wrestling room where we might have an audience. Or, if you'd like, you could come up here on stage and show everyone those skills right now." Yep, another gasp. Oh, he got points for bravery. He walked down and up the stairs onto the stage. He came right up to me and I held my arms straight up. It took him a moment, but he finally figured it out and grabbed the bottom of my cami and pulled it over my head. Yeah, that got another gasp, but I do have nice puffies. I walked over to the podium, where I had hidden a yoga mat and unrolled it only the stage. I walked over and started to unbutton his shorts. The entire auditorium was silent. Not a sound. I dropped his shorts and underwear and out popped a nice thick 7-inch (18 cm) cock. I dropped to my knees and took his cock all the way in. Might as well show my deep throat skills. I didn't want him to get off yet, so I just sucked for a bit and then we undressed completely. I laid back on the mat and he got right between my knees. No, not to fuck me.
To go down on me. Oh hell, he was good at it, and the entire student body quickly got to learn that I was a squirter. He'd asked me if he needed a condom and I told him no, but he should cum on my tits. I enjoyed that.
He slid right up and in and there we were, on the stage, fucking. I hadn't gotten him off, so he lasted, but not that long, and simply covered my chest with cum. I still had my mic on, so the sound system had caught every moan. He got back up on his knees.
"Raise your hand if you'd like to come lick this off," I said. I think every hand it the room went up, including the staff. I pointed at a young girl in the first row. She was young, so I asked her what her name was and how old she was.
"My name is Kendra and I'm 6," she said. I waved her up. I asked her if she wanted to take off her clothes and she was naked in a flash. She knelt between my knees and started by licking the cum off my chin. She worked her way down and actually got me off by sucking on my nipples. Eventually I was clean, but she spread my lips and just licked and licked and finally sucked on my clit.
Yeah. Explosive. I waved her to turn around and she kneeled over me. Oh, she was a squirter too.
I ended the session standing there naked and dripping. I told all the kids they had a free period and to head to class for the period after.
Want to guess where most of them headed? Oh, I did too. I met a number of other students in that 50 minutes. If by met, you mean got fucked by. Oh, I was equal opportunity and got a number of the girls off and they returned the favor. Then we took quick showers and they were off to class. It took everyone a minute to realize the locker rooms were coed.
I'm pretty sure they all liked school.
OK, the day was fun. I'd spent a little more time in the wrestling room but had actually gotten some work done too. Tonight I was going out to dinner with Simpson. Most people assumed we were brother and sister, I'm sure. We didn't show affection in public. We just couldn't. I usually even let him drive. The less attention the better.
Then he surprised me. He called me in the afternoon, and I could tell he was uncomfortable. I finally told him to just spill it. He asked if he could bring someone to dinner. A girl. A girl that he had been dating. His girlfriend.
I think it confused him that I was excited for him. I offered that we could just cancel, but he insisted she wanted to meet me and that I would really like her. It sounded like he stressed the word like. Did he? We'll see, I guess. I told him I would meet them at the restaurant. He said they'd pick me up, but it felt safer to have my own car. Not that it was a bad thing, but it could be uncomfortable. I had asked and his girlfriend's name was Brooklyn. The names here broke me up, but I didn't comment. I had made reservations at Alinea, which was supposed to be spectacular. It was a night for us to dress up. I'd insisted it was my treat, but it is not like he couldn't afford it. The one commission made him a multimillionaire.
Time dragged but finally it was time to go. I'd been spending a lot of time here and the Navigator was boring, so I'd bought something more fun. I'd grown just enough to reach the peddles of a Ferrari 488 Pista Spider, which was their most powerful convertible. It was gorgeous. White with blue accents and the creamiest leather interior. Yeah, me. Small town Iranian girl, on her own in Chicago, in her Ferrari. I pulled up to the restaurant and left it with the valet. I tipped $100 this time too. It was a freaking Ferrari. I was pretty confident it would be right in front when I came out. I went in and Simpson and Brooklyn had beaten me there.
We did the introductions and sat down. Something felt a little off. Something was bothering me, a lot. Brooklyn was outwardly nice, but it felt forced. She felt, well, low-class. I know that sounded bad, but he was a newly rich young guy and would attract women that weren't there for his sexual prowess. It bothered me a lot that she got handsy with me at the table and I asked her to stop.
"But Simpson has told me all about you," said Brooklyn. Oh shit. So much for discretion. She came across as smarmy as his dad.
Fuck.
I couldn't stop him from dating her, but I sure as hell wasn't bringing her into my bedroom.
"I'm not sure what you mean," I said. I needed to draw this out.
"Oh, he says you're an animal in bed and he learned all his skills from you," she said. You idiot. He was fucking idiot.
"I have no idea what you're talking about Brooklyn. That's disgusting. I'm 10 years old," I said. Simpson got a surprised look on his face, but then I saw his expression change. He had finally realized he had fucked up big time.
"No, no, it's OK," she said. "I can't wait for after dinner. We'll have some fun. You're adorable." Yeah, this had to stop. I stood up.
"I'm sorry, but there has been some mistake. I'm leaving now. Someone should report you to the authorities. You're hitting on a 10-year-old," I said. I stopped at the reception desk and told them to put whatever they had on my bill. I walked out and my car was indeed in front. The valet was a bit surprised I was back so soon but gave me the keys and I tipped another $100. I went home. What else could I do?
Who knows? Maybe I was misreading the situation, but I couldn't risk it, for Simpson, if nothing else. He was an idiot, but I had to protect him. We were done. We had to be.
I wasn't in the car 30 seconds before I got a text. The car read it to me, and it was an apology. Well, I was glad he figured out his mistake, but we still had to be done. I ignored it. I was driving and I sure as hell wasn't ready to deal with this. It hurt, in the pit of my stomach. I knew I liked him, but now I realized I loved him. If I did love him, though, I had to let him go. He could go to jail, forever, for what we did here. It was stupid and ridiculous, but it was what it was. I had to go into denial mode and stay away from him.
At the next light I blocked his number.
Then I went home and cried myself to sleep. I went home as soon as I woke up. It was a good thing there was a talented team running the campus, because I didn't think I'd ever be back. Maybe, but not soon.
This sucked. Brooklyn was going to take him for every penny too.
Still Pari here. I'd been home for a couple days and was just moping. Even my parents commented on it. I didn't tell them anything. I could have, but it didn't matter. It was in the past. I went to school and focused on that. I was almost done with my masters and thought it was important given my new role. I went to my office a lot, to bury myself in work. We had so many things going on that it took my mind off things. Heartbreak at 10. I'd get over it, but it sure sucked. I wasn't even as upset about what it did to me as I was about what was going to happen to Simpson. He was going to get fleeced and I knew it. His problem. I tried to convince myself it was his problem.
I was sitting in my office when my assistant buzzed me and said I had a call from Athens from someone in the school system. I wasn't expecting a call, but what the hell. I picked up the phone.
"Don't hang up. Please I beg you, don't hang up," said Simpson. WTF? From Athens? I didn't hang up, but I didn't say anything either.
"OK, at least you didn't hang up," he said. "I fucked up. Big time. I know it. I broke up with Brooklyn as soon as you left the restaurant. I realized my mistake. She was using me. She was probably trying to trap us and blackmail me. I know it was true because she threw it into my face when I broke up with her. You saved me and if nothing else, I wanted to thank you for that. If you hang up now, I will at least have done that, and I'll go home. Worse, I found out it was all my dad's idea. She was his girlfriend. He'd had his girlfriend fuck me to try to steal my money. Shit. I fucked up and I'm sorry."
He stopped talking and I waited, but I didn't hang up. His dad. His freaking dad. What a piece of shit.
"Apology accepted," I said, quietly. "But you really did fuck up badly. It wouldn't have hurt me, but you could have gone to jail forever."
"I know. I really do," said Simpson. "I'm an idiot. I'm new to all this and I didn't know what I was doing. You know what a dork I am." Well, yeah, I do, but he is an adorable dork.
"Where are you?" I asked. He named a truly crappy cheap hotel in Athens.
"You flew to Athens to make this phone call," I said.
"Well you blocked my number," he said. OK, I laughed. "I was hoping I could see you, even if it was for one last time for just coffee. If not, I'll catch a flight home and won't ever bother you again."
Shit. I told him I had to finish work but would meet him at his hotel in three hours. I shouldn't. I knew I shouldn't, but at least we were on my turf. I hung up and then picked up the phone again. I called my contact at the housing authority.
"Hi. Yeah, Pari here. I'm ready. Let's go with the one I was leaning towards," I said. "Can I have it today? I can? Great. Consider it mine. I've got a sense of urgency though. Can you have someone move my clothes and stuff from my bedroom in the next couple hours? Make it look like I've lived there for a while?"
If I was going to bring Simpson back to Robertville, even just to talk, I wasn't doing it at my parent's place. I'd been looking for a while but didn't have a sense of urgency. Now I did. I texted Mom so she wouldn't be surprised. I got a smiley face back. She knew how I'd been moping, so she probably saw this as a good sign. Sure, a good sign that her 10-year-old daughter was moving into her own place.
Little did she know. She was really pissed at Simpson for breaking my heart. Oh boy. Moms.
Finally, I was ready to go, and I took one of the 52s and zipped over to the marina. They had lots of pool cars there, so I grabbed something from the short people's section. No, I wasn't joking. Anybody could drive them, but they actually parked cars in this section that people that were short could drive. It happened to be an NSX, which was fine. I texted Simpson to be in the lobby with his luggage and I'd pick him up. It wasn't far, but it sure was in a shitty part of town. Given he was rich, I didn't get that, but it wasn't high on my list of worries. I pulled in front and he came out and got in.
"Where's your luggage?" I asked.
"I don't have any. That's why I'm at this crappy hotel. It freaked out all the good hotels," he said. Well yeah, it would.
"Why?" I asked.
"I went straight from the restaurant to the airport," he said. "I fucked up and I knew it. I've been here ever since, trying to screw up the courage to call you." Well that explained the sweats that celebrated a local sports team. I drove us back to the marina. He kept trying to talk and I kept telling him to wait. I parked the car and motioned for him to follow me. His eyes got big when we got on the 52, but he kept quiet. It's not far, particularly on our fast boats, so we were there in a few minutes. We grabbed a golf cart and drove to my new house. Kind of a weird way to move in, but we went in and I had to remember for a minute what the layout was. I'd looked at a ton of houses. This one was really nice. I'd gone with a beach house rather than one on stilts because, well, I liked a beach. I took his hand and led him to the master bedroom. When we got in, I started undressing.
He's not stupid. He did too. I pulled him onto the bed and on top of me and he slid right in. I had never been more ready in my life. We made slow passionate love, kissing the entire time. He really focused on the kissing and lasted and lasted, but I sure didn't. Finally, he filled me up. He started to slide down to clean me out, but I stopped him.
I liked it inside me. I pulled him up and we sat up in bed and talked. We got past his mistake quickly. He clearly understood it. I didn't need to pile on. I wasn't ready to have him move in, but I did feel strongly about him. He didn't have anything to go back to, particularly given his father's betrayal, so I suggested he stay for a while and we'd see what happened. I think we both knew this might not be a forever relationship, but we liked each other, even loved each other.
Then he fucked me. Damn that was good. This time I let him clean out both loads and he kissed every drop to me.
It was nice.
Then we had to go out to eat. I didn't have any food. That made him laugh and I had to tell him the story. Yeah, another look.
I think it kind of threw him that we went to my parents for dinner. It sure confused them when I walked in with him. I gave them credit though, they just rolled with it. Mom's a fighter pilot, so I kind of expected her to be pushy with him, but Simpson is such a funny goofy dork that he charmed her. He charmed my fighter pilot mom after having broken my heart. I suspect the fact that we had a just fucked look about us said something. Dad was just dad, so he was pretty laid back about everything.
Oh, they were both in full on quiz mode during dinner, but I had to laugh at Denne. My brother is pretty direct.
"So, Simpson. You broke Pari's heart. What did you do to fuck up so bad and how the hell did ya fix it?" said Denne. Mom just smiled. I knew she wanted to ask. Part of me suspected she'd set Denne up to do it.
So, Simpson told the story. The whole story. He put it right out there how badly he had fucked up.
Then he said he loved me.
Mom and Dad just smiled. Seriously?
That sure was a lot of emotions I had to deal with in just a few days. After dinner we went back to my house. It was just down the street. I liked that. I fell asleep in his arms.
I could get used to this.
Bob here. I got an alert on my phone. I'm sure you're thinking a national emergency that required the king.
Nope. It was an alert that there was a new photo set that was trending and had been specifically flagged by one of our reviewers for me. They knew what I liked. How else should you use an alert system?
Today was a quiet day, by our standards, so I wandered into the living room and grabbed the remote and keyboard. I suppose I could have done this in the privacy of our bedroom suite, but honestly, I didn't even think about it. One of the biggest TVs was in the living room, so...
Deep down I probably also realized there would be traffic through the room and that wasn't a bad thing, right?
I did the obvious first thing and stripped. I put a towel down on the couch and sat on it and found the right spot to do a slide show of the photos. I told it to play the videos too, as we went along.
The first shot set the scene. It was a picture of four cute kids, standing in front of a playground and smiling. I knew that playground. It was in the big public park not that far from us. Two boys, two girls. The left two were a boy and girl and Asian. They were about the same size, but I doubted the same age. The right two were another boy and girl pair, but Hispanic. All freaking adorable. I hit the key that brought up their profiles. The facial recognition indexed the automatically. OK, the kids on the left were Ayako and Saburo. They had moved here from Japan. Ayako was petite, with what looked to be A cup breasts, but she was wearing a skirt and t-shirt. Oh, she was 10 years old. Saburo was about the same height, thin, with some definition. He was 9 years old. He was just wearing gym shorts. The two kids on the right were Sedona and Loritz. They were a little older. Sedona was 12 years old and sported B cups pushing out her tight t-shirt. Loritz was 13 years old and quite a little hunk, which we could see because he too was only wearing gym shorts. Oh, Sedona was in a skirt like Ayako. That held promise. I liked panty shots. Don't you?
The first shots were innocuous, just swinging on the swing set. Then there was a nice series of Ayako going up the climbing wall. Oh yeah, as expected, cute little white panties. That got a few strokes from me. Next up the wall was Loritz. Oh. Loose gym shorts. How nice. You could see his entire cock and balls, and it was pretty big, given it wasn't hard and he was only 13. They stuck with the theme and Saburo went up next, and yes, I got a nice series of shots of his equipment and I don't mean climbing equipment. Yeah, I was very hard and stroking now. It was all so innocent and sexy.
Then Sedona went up the wall. Without panties. Whoa. Just the hint of hair but she was clearly turned on, because she was visibly moist. The closeup shots showed me that. Oh boy. Next up was the four of them in the same order, but a video of their climbs.
I watched them all. I had to slow down several times because I didn't want to cum. Right as I started to play the videos, someone plopped down on the couch on both sides of me. Both naked. Ruby and Tomas. They didn't say a word, just started playing with themselves and watching. See, people just wander in around our house and they were a welcome addition. I took a moment to replace their hands with mine and gently rubbed Ruby's clit and stroked Tomas' big cock.
Still no words, but a couple moans.
Then the scene changed to a row of four trapeze bars. You know, just bars that you can pull yourself up on and if you're strong enough, flip over and pull yourself up to sit on them. They all flipped over about the same time.
Ruby was faster than I was and grabbed the remote and paused the video just as they flipped. The boy's gym shorts had settled down with them full exposed.
And hard. Saburo had a nice 3-inch (8 cm) cock and you could see, in the video, that it was throbbing. Loritz had a surprisingly long and thick 7-inch cock. Yes, there were closeups of both. The girls were both without panties now. Sedona was incredible and clearly leaking. Even her clit had popped out of its hood.
Ruby let the video go in super slow motion. Oh.
But it was Ayako that caused my first cum and it was an incredible one. She was fully exposed, and her legs were spread wide, which opened her right up. You could see everything, including the fact that she was wet too. Her clit was red and throbbing.
But that's not what made me cum. What did it was the obvious fact that she had fresh cum oozing out.
Somebody had just fucked her. At the park.
Hey, you would have cum all over yourself too. Suddenly Tomas hopped up and turned towards Ruby and me. We caught his load all over both of us. I was OK with that. He grabbed the remote and paused it and then cleaned us both up. Ruby got more kisses than I did, but that was understandable. She only had half his load on her, though, and I had the other half plus my load. I did get lots of licking. Once Tomas was done with Ruby, they both helped clean me up. Yes, they kissed a lot to each other, but they were fair and kissed a lot to me. Ruby was even generous enough to get both of us hard again. Oh, you're assuming she went down on us.
Nope. She just stood in front of us, with her legs apart, and her hands on her hips.
That vision was all it took. I'm surprised I didn't cum just from the view.
Tomas repositioned himself and laid down on the couch, with his legs over mine, just below my cock. I didn't know what they were doing but was fine with whatever they chose. Ruby turned around and backed up and sat right down on his cock. Interesting. I had access to his balls and to her clit. They were on my left, so I could play with them with my left hand and still stroke with my right.
Oh, nope, both my hands were free, because Ruby reached back and started stroking my cock. Well that was OK too. I started the slideshow back up and it turns out that the kids were just starting. That was a taste. Oh, I got a taste.
The next series of shots were Saburo with Sedona. She was actually a little bigger than he was, given she was 12. They had laid a beach towel over the end of a picnic table. Sedona climbed up and laid down on the table and lifted her legs up in the air. There was a whole series of shots of her. Sexy as hell. Naked, of course. Saburo entered the frame and we got a series of closeups of him running his hard cock against her clit, then sliding in. I flipped to the video and he fucked her slowly and leisurely and then started speeding up. Ruby did too, which wasn't fair. I finally had to lay my hand over hers to slow her down. Just as I did, Saburo pulled out and for his age had a surprising amount of cum. A couple shots hit her breasts and then there was a closeup of him putting just the tip of his cock against her pussy and cumming all over her. Wow. Ruby had thoughtfully stopped, so I didn't go over and was just sitting down on Tomas, probably for the same reason. Saburo stepped back and Ayako entered the frame. Ah, cleanup. Well that was sexy as hell, this young girl cleaning up her friend. She even pushed some of the cum up into Sedona. Into. Got it? Sedona finally climbed down, and Ayako took her place. Lying on her back she looked even younger, as her breasts flattened. She didn't have any hair, and just a tight slit, but with a prominent clit. Sexy AF. Then Loritz's big 7-inch (18 cm) cock entered the frame. You didn't even see him, just his cock, as it was a closeup. He used his hands to pull her lips apart and she was dripping she was so wet. He slipped into that tiny pussy with surprising ease. My guess was it wasn't the first time.
The camera pulled back and showed him fucking her while playing with her clit. Sedona was on one side and Saburo on the other and each was teasing one of Ayako's nipples. They were alternating leaning down and giving Ayako sensual kisses, then they did the same with Loritz. Oh, Saburo and Loritz were into it. Saburo was hard again and moved around and was rubbing his cock up and down Loritz's ass crack. Not fucking him, just rubbing. We could see Saburo's entire cock and it was sexy as hell. Finally, Loritz did something surprising. He came inside Ayako. We had expected a cum shot. It was a little disappointing until he pulled out and we got a closeup of so much cum oozing out of her pussy.
Oh, that was it for me and Tomas. I came so hard it covered my own face. It wasn't even my first cum. Ruby slipped up and off and turned to clean me up, but I shook my head. I had her stand on the couch straddling me and leaned my head back. Before I did anything else, I let Tomas' cum drip out of Ruby right into my mouth. I couldn't believe how sexy it was. Finally, she settled down on my face and I licked and sucked until I got it all, taking her over several times. While I did, Tomas was between my legs licking and sucking me until I got hard again. Then he gently pulled Ruby's arm and helped her settle down onto my cock. He held her for a second, making it clear she shouldn't move yet. Then he gently pushed her over.
Ah. Could it get any better? He lubed her up and slipped that thick cock of his into her ass. Yes, the incomparable Ruby, in a DP, laying against my chest. Of course, that was exactly when Amy happened to walk into the room. She just dropped her sundress and sat on the chair that had the best view of what was happening. I could alternate my view from sexy Ruby, to Amy masturbating. Such a dilemma. What to watch when I came. It took a while, given it was our third cum, but we both came in Ruby.
Oh, I was watching Amy. Come on. You knew that. She went over just as we did and flooded the floor in front of the chair. Now you know why we had tile.
Amy hopped up and helped Tomas stand. She rolled Ruby over onto the couch right next to me and then Amy got on her knees. She pushed Ruby's legs into the air and licked and sucked all my cum out. Then she rimmed her, making sure to get all of Tomas' cum out.
No kisses for us. She swallowed it all.
As much as I wanted to, it was too soon for a fourth round, so the four of us went and hopped in the jacuzzi and chatted. Elias brought out a bottle of wine and slipped in with us.
We spent a bit just chatting and sipping. You wouldn't have thought anything had happened, except for the mess on the couch and the floor. Clorox wipes. We use a lot of Clorox wipes.
What a nice afternoon. We were still in the jacuzzi when Jessica and Bill got home from school. They poured themselves a small glass of wine, dropped their clothes and slid in with us. Well sure, our naked 3 year olds needed a class of wine after their full day in college. Don't yours?
And so ends the saga of an alert.
OK, it doesn't completely end the saga of the alert. Jessica suggested that she and Bill would make dinner so the five of us could adjourn to the bedroom. Thoughtful kids, weren't they? Tomas and I only managed a couple more, but Elias was ready. Really ready. All four of us got one of his loads and then Amy got a second.
Combine that with the load from Tomas, and I got to suck and lick all three out. Oh, I kissed everybody. Ruby had three loads too.
Wondering where Tomas and my final load went? There were lots of choices, but we hadn't enjoyed each other in quite a while.
Then Elias cleaned us both out.
Right about then Jessica called us to dinner. Yeah, yeah, we walked out naked and sticky. We were hungry! They'd made a nice stir fry and it was great.
Then we finally showered. Oh, all of us went swimming first, even the little guys. They got out first and walked into the house hand in hand after asking for some privacy.
Sure. Privacy. We busied ourselves in the shower then everyone drifted away but Amy and me.
Yes, I found one more in me. Or in her. You get the idea.
What a pleasant afternoon. See why I use the couch in the living room?
Sara here. Finally! I was in one the first journal entries and it has taken this long before I got the pen.
So, did you know Nathan and I got married? See! Underrepresented in the journal. It was a fun rehearsal dinner too. I'm sure you understand. I laughed because I recently reread the entire journal. Nathan's introduction is so hilarious. He was this tongue-tied teen that couldn't handle Morgan.
Not anymore. He was quite a smooth hunk and a powerful executive. And he had me!
It turned out we had a shared dream. To live in Paris. Or it was my dream and Nathan would do anything I ask. I'm going with shared. So, we had been doing our research. We sort of need jobs, you know.
We were leaving the Florida dealers in good hands, at least if Bob agreed. Ethan would take over as the group GM and Isaac would run sales. They are more than ready. Yes, combining the two groups was a big job but they would be fine. It's not like we were leaving the country. Well OK we are but we will still be available.
We liked the car business, so we have been working with Caleb and Jason to quietly look into a major dealership acquisition binge in Europe. The margins are low in entry level cars so our first foray will be in premium cars. The economy was strong mostly due to Hayden, so our confidence is high. All that was left was pitching Bob. He was coming to lunch at the Island Grille. He liked the Island Grille.
Time to go. We were in one of the Muiras today. Somebody had to drive them!
Bob here. Sara and Nathan had something to pitch. It had to be big if they felt they had to ask. Whatever it was, I was in. They're good at anything they do. I'd hopped over just for lunch but thought I'd spend the night and invite some friends over, including them.
I saw them pull up in the orange Muira. Sweet. We needed to move more cars. They both looked incredible. I don't mean that in the creepy way it came out. I meant they really looked good. Nathan was in the sport coat over jeans look with a nice shirt. Sara was in an adorable floral skirt and blouse. I would bet money it was Zara. Our family was funny. They didn't wear couture. It was either mass appeal, like Zara, or custom made. There was no in-between.
"Hi Bob," said Sara giving me a big hug. No complaints from me. Nathan shook my hand and we sat down. We chatted until we had ordered. Finally, I realized I was going to have to push them.
"So, what do you want to do that is so big you need to ask?" I said. Sara launched into a practiced pitch. I thought about asking her to cut to the chase, but she had worked hard on it, so I let her run.
"So, in summary, we have a list of 46 dealerships. We will start small and add slowly," she said. "Our goal is to grow at a measured pace."
"Why?" I asked. "Why not buy them all through shell corps and roll them all up at once? And why only 46? You're talking all of Europe. There has to be more. I already own a couple in Athens. You can have those. How many passed your analysis and what is special about these 46?"
They looked at each other and Nathan jumped in.
"182. We thought about asking to do the first 50 but that seemed like to round of a number, so we picked 46," he said.
Ok that made me laugh.
"Buy them all now. It will be complicated but in the long run worth it," I said.
"All 46?" said Nathan. "At once!"
"No," I said, which seemed to calm them down. "All 182. You're talking a few hundred million. You didn't even need to ask. So where are you going to live? I'm assuming you're moving."
"Paris," said Sara. "We will find a small apartment. So romantic." Nathan smiled at her. I suspected he didn't find it quite as romantic but if Sara had said they were moving to the Arctic, he would have smiled at her too. I got it.
I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Jason and copied both of them.
Transfer the Paris apartment to Nathan and Sara. We will buy something else.
They both pulled out their phones and just stared at me. Before they could say anything, I held up my hand.
"Yes, you can," I said. "Can we eat now?"
"Don't you want to approve our replacements here?" said Nathan.
"No. I can't know them like you do and I trust you. Stop asking for permission. You don't need it. It is still going to be your problem anyway because they're going to report to one of you. You decide what the organizational structure will be. You're now co-presidents worldwide. Caleb is retiring," I said. "Oh, and you co-own 5 percent of all the dealers and I am tripling your salaries. Enjoy Paris," I said. "I'll have an E-82 delivered so you'll need to hire pilots. You might want to take lessons."
My lunch was getting cold, so I drove right in. They were just sitting there with their mouths open. I motioned towards their food and they quietly started eating. I liked this part of our lives. I liked making other people happy.
They kept trying to talk. They were starting every sentence with but and every time they did, I held up my hand.
"Thank you," said Sara. That was OK. No need to hold my hand up.
"You're welcome but there is nothing to thank me for. The dealerships are profitable and growing. You're both doing a great job and needed to just make the big bold decisions. Trust yourself. Just don't let all of this mess up your marriage," I said.
"How would you feel if Sara ran the whole thing?" said Nathan.
"Your call," I said. "Why? Are you retiring?"
"Probably. I'm going to be a stay-at-home Dad," he said. Well that was big news and I got up and hugged them both.
"Oh, you're going to love your new neighbors," I said.
"We know," they both said. Yeah, we laughed. I invited them over that night. Now I needed to see who else was around. I'd let a lot of people know I was coming. They'd just show up. They always did. Everyone would have told Juan and Sofia, not me. Oh, and if past experience was a guide, pregnant Sara was going to be a treat.
Bob still. This is where we normally tell a story about the fun sex game that we devised. I'm Bob. Surely you don't expect that level of planning and sophistication from me. I invited everyone I knew in the area and we were going to fuck and suck and anything else we could think of. There, all planned. I'd sent it out to a pretty big group and many accepted. It was a little weird that I included some of the kids' old friends, given they weren't here, but not a lot weird. It's not like I hadn't, um, enjoyed them before.
Sara and Nathan
Brittney, with her brothers Evan and Ricky
Jamie and Jeanie, with their kids Tyler and Annie
Juan and Sofia, with their kids Maria and Pedro
Bethany, with her kids Austin, Eric, and Hannah
Olivia and Mason, with their kids Aiden and Maddy
Sandra, with Sandy, along with Bonnie and Anna
Will and Gail, who brought Penny
Twenty-nine of us. Just a typical night of hedonistic fun.
We kept it simple. Three names, two sex acts. The threesome chose who did what to who, and creativity was rewarded. OK, we didn't have actual rewards, but come on, be creative. We only had one inviolable rule. All cum needed to end up with Sara. Pregnant, you know. Do you want to hear about a few things that happened? You kind of know how this works. Yeah, you do.
The first three names out of the bowl were Aiden, Gail, and Ricky. Aiden is 12 years old. Ricky is 15 years old. Both are young studs. Gail was pleased. Then again, Gail is simply stunning, with incredible breasts. A three-way win. For a 3-way.
Sorry.
They discussed it and both boys looked a little surprised and Gail was grinning. Ricky laid back and she mounted him Reverse Cowgirl. OK, that's good. She's probably going to blow Aiden.
Oh. Nope. She leaned back against Ricky and Aiden came in from the other direction and also slipped in. No, we're not talking DP. They were both in the same warm, well-lubricated spot. I admit I have never done that. Now I absolutely had to try that. My guess is that when the picks went the right way, it was going to be popular. They sure were enjoying it. Finally, Gail slipped up and off and sat on Ricky's chest. She quickly grabbed both their cocks and stroked them together. Kind of an assisted frot. They must have been close, because they went off together. They shot high into the air, and Gail caught as much in her mouth as she could. She was simply covered with cum. She laid back and Anna called cleanup. Well she'd certainly opened her horizons. She licked and licked, and Sara got it all in kisses. We all liked watching that.
Damn I was hard. That was the first pick from the bowl. We decided to pick three sets next. Oh, pick me, pick me. The first group was Sandra, Maddy, and Hannah. Oh, girl time. Good for them. What a great group. The second group was Evan, Jamie, and Juan. Well, bro time too. Hell, I'd do all six of them. Well, I had done all six of them, but still. The last group was Brittney, Jamie, and me! Any guesses on what Brittney suggested? Heck, it took her longer to decide which one of us she wanted on the bottom than it did to decide the position. We ended up with Jamie on the bottom and me on the top. She dropped down on him and then I moved in. Damn it was tight, and it was an incredible feeling of being both in the warmth of Brittney but rubbing cocks with Jamie. I freaking liked it.
"Jamie, cum in me," said Brittney. "Bob, pull out and give Jamie a facial." Jamie smiled and then held his mouth wide open. We lasted and lasted, but finally I could feel Jamie swell just as I did. I felt the first pulses of him cumming. It felt amazing and was enough for me. I pulled out and just covered Jamie with cum. Before anyone could call for cleanup, Brittney spoke.
"Jamie and Bob need to clean up their own messes," said Brittney. Well, that meant I went first, then Jamie. Yeah, Brittney bucked through quite a few more orgasms. I missed some of that because I was kissing all my cum to Sara. She is a very good kisser. I guess we were the last to finish.
I'll be the other stories were amazing too. I needed a nap.
Sara here. I get another journal entry. Yay! We are off to Paris today. We were going commercial until Meg found out. She pointed me to a part of the family app I hadn't found yet. You put where you wanted to go from and to and pilots jumped in and offered to fly you. Apparently, there were a lot of new pilots for the super planes and they want to build hours. They had to be approved by one of the original pilots before they can register in the app.
Within minutes we got a message that a pilot had agreed. Somebody named Phary. I suspected there was a way to look up more about her but given she was in the app we felt OK about it.
She was picking us up at the private airport. I still couldn't believe they had a private airport which is a ridiculous thing to type given they bought a country.
Oh, I was starting to show a little. Nathan said I glowed, but I thought he was full of shit. I sure do love him. My cravings had started in force. Funny I shared the same craving Amy had. Good thing we would have helpful neighbors in our new apartment. Of course, last night everyone had helped me out too and I heard all about how sexy pregnant women were. From everyone. I didn't believe them, but my belly was full of cum. Yum.
Oh, and our new apartment was ludicrous. Just ludicrous. We were going to love it.
We parked in the hanger as instructed and we heard a small noise. We looked out at the runway but didn't see anything. Suddenly an apparition appeared and settled down next to the hanger.
It was a freaking starfighter. The doors folded down and a little girl stepped out. She walked over with a big grin on her face. She stuck her hand out.
"Hi," she said. "You must be Nathan and Sara. I'm Phary."
Oh hell no. She must have seen my expression because she laughed.
"Not quite what you expected am I?" said Phary. "Don't worry. I'm quite good at this and Leslie wouldn't have personally approved me for the app if she didn't trust me. It's a short 20-minute hop and I promise we won't even go into space. I understand you're pregnant so we will keep you in the atmosphere."
Space. In the atmosphere.
"The plane can go into space?" asked Nathan, beating me to it.
"Sure," said Phary. "It is an E-82. It is actually capable of going to the moon although I've never done that. Technically it is capable of a Mars trip, with enough oxygen but I think we will hold off on that."
Well shit. I trust Leslie and Leslie trusts Phary so therefore I trust Phary. I led the way on board and Nathan and Phary followed. She guided us into the cockpit and let me sit in the copilot seat and Nathan in the jumpseat.
We floated into the air and that's the only way to describe it. We shifted and started flying forward then took off like a damn missile.
Fucking amazing.
"Tell us more about yourself Phary," I said. She gave us a little about her background and then laughed.
"Was that your subtle way of asking if I'd play with you?" asked Phary. "If so, be less subtle. Be much less subtle. With all the people you meet, particularly the pilots. We're a horny bunch. Just say something like want to get naked."
OK. This still could take getting used to. Remember, we didn't move to Dionysus. We're not used to this.
"Oh and make sure you're direct with all the kids in your new building. They'll all get naked with you. Trust me," said Phary. Oh. Wow. "Not to be even more forward, but you're both smoking. I'm hoping to get that chance when we land. Something about a pregnant woman..."
That's what I keep hearing, but I didn't see it. But if she did, I was in. She was cute as hell. Given how hard Nathan clearly was, I was sure he agreed.
We landed on the freaking apartment. Right on it! Sitting there was another one of these planes.
"Is someone else here?" I asked, pointing at the plane.
"Nope," said Phary. "It's yours. Bob signed you both up for lessons too. If you'd like, I could stay for a couple days and we could start. I am an instructor too."
Of course, the sexy young thing was a space plane instructor. I think I'm behind on the journal a bit. Oh, now she was also naked, and we hadn't even left the plane yet. She dropped the stairs and walked off, not even bringing her clothes. I liked this girl. Nathan very obviously liked this girl. She led us into the elevator and then right into the master bedroom.
"Did you not want to now?" asked Phary. "You can always change your mind."
You've never seen us strip faster. That got a laugh from Phary.
"I guess not," she said, laughing.
Scout here. I'll bet you don't even remember me. I run the car dealers on Eros, in the casino. We've only been open a short time but are setting records for every brand we sell. Other brands have approached us, and we're considering them. It is clear that our cachet can actually affect their world-wide sales. Let's face it, our clientele are the hottest of the hot and I mean that in every way imaginable.
I used to run exhibits for the car museum but passed that role to Belen and she has done a wonderful job. She's more organized than I am, and runs regular theme exhibits that are truly cool. The more traffic she generates, the more sales I make, because my cars are interspersed in the museum. She's done so well that when the museum director moved into a new role, Belen got promoted. She was training her replacement in the exhibit space. Her replacement was Oswaldo. Oswaldo was a hoot. He was 12 years old, tall and skinny, and had a nice 6-inch (15 cm) surprisingly thick cock.
Ask me how I know. Ask me.
Now hiring a 12-year-old for the job might seem odd, until you realize that Belen, who had the job and just got promoted was 10 years old. Remember? Nipple bumps? I do, mostly because I licked them this morning. While Oswaldo was fucking me in the ass.
Well, you didn't ask, so I had to tell you.
But that's not the point of this story. One of the Mecam classic car auctions was the next two days in Phoenix, Arizona. In the United States. I'd only been to the US once, for my interview for the car dealer job, so I was excited. I was going with Belen and Oswaldo, who had never been to the States, so they were thrilled. What I find fascinating is that no one around the world is surprised when a single guy like me shows up with somebody else's kids. It's the Dionysus norm and everyone seems to accept it.
Now none of the three of us knew how to fly, although Belen is taking lessons and Oswaldo just signed up, so we needed pilots. I'd never met our pilots, but I knew that the lead pilot was Reina. I'd looked her up and she was 10 years old and, from her picture, adorable. She was the trainer for Grady, another 10-year-old who, for reasons I couldn't exactly explain, was Asian. Grady didn't seem like an Asian name, but what do I know? He was just as adorable.
Arrangements had been made for a two-bedroom suite at someplace called the Canyon Suites at the Phoenician. We were going to land there first and check-in. We were moving fast, so no, um, fun on the plane.
That plane was awesome. We also found out that checking in when you are renting a suite of this size is an event, particularly when you land in their parking lot in your plane. They love you a lot. The suite was pretty amazing. Probably three times larger than any apartment I ever had before moving to Amyville. Simply huge. We were treated like royalty, but we were in the Presidential suite.
We were off now to preview the cars. A line of credit had been setup, so we could bid on anything we wanted. Belen was my expert, but Oswaldo was pretty darn knowledgeable too, in both the value and the provenance of every lot. Every single lot.
If we had our way, we'd finish the auction owning just about anything that was cool. There weren't enough to alter the market, but we were being a touch sneaky. We wouldn't personally bid and win more than a couple cars. We had people that were going to bid on the phone once we evaluated the cars. We didn't want to shake up the market.
I had my eyes on two Cuda convertibles. A 1970 and a 1971. Belen had her eye on a 1932 Duesenberg Model J and, of all things, a 1978 Pontiac Trans Am. Oh wait. Two Trans ams. A red and a black. Oswaldo was going to sweep the board of Corvettes and Camaros, but one, a 1969 Yenko Camaro was a must buy. Amy was going to phone bid that one personally. Anyone else bidding was wasting their time. There were some older cars that were interesting, but not exactly special, that we'd bid on if they looked like values. We wanted a big inventory to rotate through the museum and Belen had lots of ideas for themes. Things like a Pontiac Ventura from 1961 and a 1960 El Camino. OK, the El Camino was cool. So was the 1959 Impala convertible. Belen also wanted all the station wagons. She liked station wagons. I could see a theme coming. They were cool. Her first buy in that theme was a 1961 Pontiac wagon. I picked up a 1967 Chevelle SS convertible. I was just drawn to the muscle car convertibles. Oh, I got a sweet 1969 Buick Stage 1 convertible too.
We kept going and going. The money was staggering, to me, but Belen seemed to feel pretty comfortable with it all. More power to her. It was exhilarating and by the end of the second day we were all on an emotional high. We headed back to the hotel and did what we did the night before.
We all fell into bed together. Reina wasn't waiting and pushed me onto my back and climbed right up and dropped onto my cock. She was just leisurely bouncing up and down when a cock appeared at my face from both sides. I opened wide and the both managed to get their cocks in my mouth and alternated stroking in and out. I learned again what I had learned last night, that they both could cum already. A lot. Grady came on my face, but Oswaldo turned and came all over Reina. Poor Belen had been left out so far, and wanted some, so she politely asked Reina if she could have a turn. I hadn't cum yet, but Reina had, repeatedly, so she moved off and Belen took her spot. Oh damn, she was tight and those nipple bumps. Then again Reina's puffies were amazing, particularly for her age.
Reina started licking the cum off my face and kissing it to me. Damn she was a good kisser. She believed in a lot of tongue. I really focused on that, because I didn't want to cum yet. All of the sudden, after she came really hard, Belen hopped up and off. She ran over to the desk and picked up the phone.
"Room service? Yes, we need Graham crackers, marshmallows, and Hershey bars. Enough to make at least a dozen, or maybe two, s'mores," said Belen, into the phone. Really? Room service for that? Apparently yes, because she was smiling when she hung up and started to pull on her clothes and left the room. It wasn't three minutes later before we heard a knock on the door. Belen came back in and told us to all come into the living room. She grabbed a stack of towels and walked out, but not before shedding her clothes again. By the time we got out, there were towels spread out on the floor and she was putting marshmallows on graham crackers in the oven. Of course, our suite had a full kitchen. Did you think anything less?
They didn't take long, and she assembled a set of four s'mores. She told all of us to lay down on a towel and proceeded to drizzle chocolate and rub marshmallow on key places. She would use one s'more on a person, then hand them the s'more. Damn it was tasty, but not as wonderful as what she did next. One by one she cleaned us up. With her tongue. In my case, I had chocolate on my cock and balls and marshmallow on my nipples. I was next to Reina, who has so much chocolate on her pussy that you couldn't even see it anymore. Both the boys had chocolate on their nipples and a little trail down to their cock. We all propped ourselves up on elbows and watched.
It was worth watching. In my case, she took me over and left me with cum all over my chest. She took Reina over too but stopped with both boys. As she put it, they'd already cum and she was saving them. Oswaldo hopped up and went and made four more.
Then we all drizzled ours onto Belen. Oh, we didn't make her eat all four of them. That really wasn't the point, now was it? My focus was her little flower and I covered it.
Then I cleaned her up. Really, really well. Given the boys were sucking on her nipples and Reina was passionately kissing her, she went over fast and hard. Over and over. Hey, she did it to us. Oh, she loved it.
Finally, we let her come down and all hopped into the jacuzzi on the private porch. Oh, we didn't do anything in the jacuzzi, since we were careful, but we did end up back in bed.
and fell asleep.
What a trip. All those cars were sexy and...
Bob really likes houses. He is also a little pushy. He texted me two Zillow links for houses in Scottsdale. Just little shacks. One was on four acres for 26 million. The other was on 17 acres for 32 million. Sorry, this is Belen.
Have ya met Bob? You probably thought I meant we should buy the one on the bigger lot. Um no. He said they are across the street from each other and I should probably buy both. Yeah well. I texted him that there was a third one for $11.5. A 6-bedroom, 7-bath with 11,000 square feet. I was kidding. He replied.
Nice catch. Pick that one up too if you like it. Your call on any or all.
Sure. My call. It was just 70 million. It's not like I suggested he buy GM. WTF. He expects me to decide. I know you've read this story, but this was fun. We met Marv at the largest house. Bob had told him I was the buyer. I don't know if he warned him about me, but he was so pleasant.
Hot damn the house was nice. Very desert appropriate. The decorating was outstanding. I loved the library/office complete with the rolling ladder. The outdoor kitchen and patio looking to the mountains was spectacular. Yeah consider this one bought. What closed the deal was the small indoor basketball court.
I stayed noncommittal and we worked our way down. The 26 million house was next. Oh, I liked it too. One more bedroom but a smaller lot. A very modern interior which, while different, was just as nice.
This was going to be a tough decision. I guess we will go look at the 11 million dollar shack. Hmm. Nice bones as they say but jeez it was overdone.
I texted Bob my thoughts. He quickly replied.
it is 0300 here. Your call.
Oops. We went outside and I pulled Marv to the side. Our real estate group had already provided me with offer ranges. Their research was spot on and used machine learning to analyze a ton of criteria. We usually hit a price they took.
"OK Marv. The last house is crap. We both know it. A teardown or at least major investment. The first two are nice but not perfect. In order of our seeing them, 27,550,000 then 22,000,000 then 7,500,000," I said.
Marv looked confused.
"I think all are low especially the last one, but I'll take any offer forward you request. That's my job as a buyer's agent," said Marv.
Well yes it is Marv. Well done.
Oh, he was waiting for an answer.
"I wasn't clear. Those are offers," I said.
"You're making offers on all three?" squeaked Marv. "What if they all accept!"
"That's the goal Marv," I said. I think his eyes rolled up into his head for a bit. He sent a flurry of texts. He was cute doing it. This sixtyish year old man with his tongue out of the corner of his mouth pecking on his smartphone. We made small talk but not for long. He got three texts so close together that his phone made a staccato beat.
"They all accepted!" squealed Marv. He is squealing Marv forever. Did I mention they were all furnished but empty? I had Marv show me the escrow account numbers one at a time and I used Bob's app to pay.
I think Marv briefly passed out. We had driven ourselves, so we let Marv go on his way. For some reason Reina got a ride with Marv.
"The hotel is packing our bags and delivering them here in about an hour," said Oswaldo. How handy. So, we had an hour to kill.
I bought it; I christen it. Oh my, no Reina. What do I do with three cocks? Oh, I figured something out. DP and a BJ. Right?
Reina here. That was fun to see Belen work. I would have projected prices pretty close to those. But really? All three? Yeah, that third one needed work. I really do like it here in Arizona. Hmmm.
Anyway, I had Marv drop me at the Scottsdale Airport. It was an executive airport without any commercial flights, but that's not what I needed. Belen doesn't know it, but there was one big reason I got picked to be the pilot on this trip. Most people think one step ahead. Bob thinks a dozen steps ahead. I have one characteristic that is common with the royal family and even with many of the originals, but very few of the immigrants like me.
I am certified in a helicopter. I think they're a freaking hoot. Once most people switched to antigrav planes, we had a little helicopter graveyard on Aether. So, I took one. A nice one. A big Airbus. Oh, I didn't steal it. This is the kingdom. It was there, I wanted to use it, no one else did, so I could take it. We're a freaking commune. We all get that. Heck, I took them all, one at a time. I learned and certified in every helicopter there was. There is an amazing Airbus HC225 heavy lift copter sitting in our front yard right now.
So how in the world does that matter?
We're going to the Grand Canyon tomorrow.
The best way to see the Grand Canyon is from a helicopter.
Chartered helicopter rides are expensive and short.
Bob owns homes here now.
Do you see where that is all leading? I'll bet you do. It feels like a blast from the past, doesn't it? It's not like I was going to fly a helicopter across the Atlantic. They had some in the US, but even those were a hike, so Bob sent me to buy one. There was a dealer at the airport that had quite a selection. I guess the rich people buy them. Heck one of the houses, no make that two of the houses, that we bought have marked helicopter pads. Well, how handy. We park our planes on the grass.
I hoped everyone could tolerate the pace of a helicopter. I already talked to Lawrence about the need for something antigrav that could do the same thing. He was working on it. But tomorrow we wanted to go, so we were buying a helicopter.
This is so fucking weird. Anyway, Bob had pointed me to a very nice Airbus ACH145. A midsize twin. Here's the problem. The top speed was about 267 fast, but not fast. The ACH155, which is larger, had a top speed of 313. Kph.
Four to six passengers in luxury versus 7 to 10 passengers in luxury. When Bob looked, they didn't have a 155. Now they did. Given what Belen spent, even full price for the ACH155 was around $10 million. I knew he wouldn't mind. Marv dropped me and I walked inside. There was a woman at the desk that was confused and acted like I was lost. A man came running out of the office. He was older, and heavy, so he was a puffing before he got to me.
"You must be Reina," he said. "We were told to expect you. I believe you're interested in the ACH145." The receptionist was just standing there with her jaw on the floor.
"Not anymore," I said. Yeah, poor guy's face fell. "I believe you have a recently delivered ACH155. I'd like to see that first." OK, they both smiled at that. I'd looked again and this must be one hell of a nice helicopter because they were asking $14 million.
Oh, it was. Damn nice. Configured for two pilots and eight passengers, plus a bathroom. Leather everywhere. Damn nice. The 155 had a nice view. Lots of windows, including at your feet. Yeah, it was perfect.
"Do you have the records?" I asked. He passed me a logbook. Eleven hours! Oh. Got it. Just delivered meant brand-new. No wonder they had an uplift. He took me out to see it and hell yes. It was even designed to be a flying camper. It had a small outdoor kitchen that was accessible when you were on the ground. The seats converted into what looked like a king size bed, all at the touch of a button. The bathroom even had a shower. LCD adjustable window tint, to full opaque.
And it was white with stylized red trim.
"OK, let's take it up," I said. "I'm prepared to make an offer."
"I'm so sorry," said the sales guy. "This was delivered just today. I'm surprised you even knew we had it. None of us are even certified to fly it yet."
"That's OK," I said. "I am." I handed him my license. He just stared at me. Then I noticed another helicopter.
"What the fuck is that?" I asked.
"Ah. That is the commercial version of the Sikorsky Raider. It's the XS-92. Very expensive. Actually outfitted similar to this, including a larger bed, a little larger capacity and the outdoor kitchen. Basically, this helicopter if it was a little bigger, a little nicer, and a lot faster," he said.
Faster. He said faster. The 155 is the fastest commercially available helicopter with a top speed of almost 200 miles per hour. Hey, we're in Arizona.
"Top speed of 276 mph and it can hold that at cruise," he said, with some pride. Oh my, 276 mph is good. Very good.
"How much?" I asked.
"Forty-two million," he said. Well that's more.
"Do you have someone certified?" I asked. He shook his head no. Shit. We got in it and it was damn nice. We'd have to paint the exterior in the kingdom paint scheme, but who the fuck cares? It's perfect.
"What's your best price? Wire transfer within the hour," I asked. He just stared at me like I was speaking Swahili. Which I can.
"Sorry, you threw me with that," he said. "Forty-two million. It's new, it's hot, and it will be in short supply."
"Account number?" I asked. He looked at me with that grin again, but finally pulled me inside and asked the finance manager to give me the information. They were both standing there when the payment went through.
"Um, who is going to sign the paperwork?" asked the finance manager. He was clearly confused by me. I picked up a pen and stood there. They stood there. We seemed to be at an impasse.
"I'm from Dionysus," I said. Both men perked up and he passed me the contract to sign. I texted Leslie that I needed a waiver for the Sikorsky XS-92. She replied.
"You found an XS-92? Cool. Where?" she asked.
"Scottsdale," I texted. "Arizona. We're taking it to the Grand Canyon in the morning."
"Where are you staying?" she asked.
I texted her the address. I knew where this was heading. I let her know we were leaving at 0900.
I got a smiley face back.
"Waiver granted," she said. I got another automated email with a revised license with the certification. It sure didn't say waiver. Yeah, cool. I showed it to the dude.
"You're certified in a helicopter in which you have never ridden," he said. I smiled my best smile.
"I am from Dionysus," I said.
"That does explain a lot," he said, leering. Yeah, no. I climbed aboard and spent the next hour reading all the documentation. Then I did the preflight.
Then I took off. Fuck it flies well. I scooted around the valley for a bit and then landed at the house. These things are noisy! We're so used to antigrav now. It was fun to go old school though. I went inside just in time for dinner.
And dessert. Yum. Dessert was just whipped cream, but it was served in a way to truly appreciate it. Let's just say it involved a lot of licking.
>From that title, you probably figured this was Scout. Nope. This is Belen. We're going to see the Grand Canyon. I'm not exactly the experienced world traveler, but I even knew what it was. I am also tired. We were leaving at 0900. Leslie woke us up at 0700.
Leslie. I'll bet you can hear the moan from here. That would have been bad, or good, enough, but she brought Hunter and Hallie. I am exhausted. I don't even have it in me to tell the story. Oh, I do have it in me. Squish, squish.
OK, this helicopter is cool. I've never been in a helicopter. Space yes. Helicopter no. That's a little weird, isn't it? The Grand Canyon was, well, freaking grand. We spent a long time looking around in our helicopter. We also went and saw the Hoover Dam. That is one impressive piece of construction given when it was built. Of course, we landed at the canyon and went hiking too. All in, it was a long, tiring day. Damn cool though.
You just had to end such a rough day in the jacuzzi, right? We were wearing, gasp, swimsuits. Yes, it was a consulate, but we were being careful, for now. We were relaxing with a nice bottle of excellent wine, with a variety of cheese and crackers. We're fucking upscale, OK? Just then we heard sirens in the distance. Lots of sirens. They sounded closer and closer.
WTF. They were in the driveway. They were pounding on the door. Leslie waved for us all to stay in the hot tub. Yeah, sure, that's going to happen. She pointed at Scout and made sure he understood that he needed to get out and lay on a lounge and wait. Ah. Got it. One man with young kids in a mansion. Yeah, well, fuck'em. OK, we did fuck him, but still.
Leslie waved us back too, but I was going with her. Hunter went with us too. I have to say, Leslie looked pretty damn good in that bikini. There wasn't much to the bikini either. Oh, it wasn't see-thru, but it might as well have been. I thought I rocked my tankini too. Puffies, you know. OK, Hunter is freaking ripped, and just had on a Speedo. That is nice too. Well shit. Now I'm wet. We wrapped towels around our waists and opened the door just as they swung a freaking battering ram to knock it down. We all had to leap out of the way, and the two guys swinging it came flying in and landed hard on the floor. We made sure they were OK and turned back to the hoard of cops and in riot gear.
"May we help you?" said Leslie, in the sweetest damn voice you have ever heard.
"We're searching your house," said the biggest cop.
"May I please see the warrant?" asked Hunter, politely.
"We don't need a fucking warrant!" shouted the cop.
"Well, this is a consulate of the kingdom of Dionysus. I am a member of the royal family and an attorney. Even if you had a warrant, we can legally refuse a warrant. We're happy to sit down and discuss any issues you have, but you are going to de-escalate. Quickly," said Hunter.
Suddenly the air was full off...people. Dozens of people coming down ropes, dressed in full military gear, holding automatic weapons on the cops. Aren't silent planes handy?
"Perhaps you are more open to a non-violent solution now," said Leslie. Well fuck you and the horse you came in on. OK, it might have been inappropriate for me to laugh. Our troops disarmed the cops, zip tied them and led their leader to the kitchen table. Leslie nodded and they cut off the police guy's zip cuffs.
"Perhaps it would help to introduce myself," said Leslie. "I am Princess Leslie of Dionysus. I am also the Minister of Defense and fourth in line for the throne."
"Oh fuck," muttered one of the cops, under their breath. Leslie nodded and all the cop's cuffs were cut off. The lead cop sighed.
"We received a tip that child traffickers had illegally purchased three mansions, all on one block. The information was very specific that we would find drunk children being forced to have sex with each other and the lone man," he said.
"Well, I suppose if any of that was true, you would have a valid concern," said Hunter. "Did you do the most basic of research into the buyers? Anything?"
He hung his head and shook it no.
"OK," said Leslie, which caused his head to pop back up. "We forgive you but won't be returning your weapons directly to you. We will deliver them to your precinct tomorrow."
"No fucking way," shouted a truly jacked up dude. Off the 'roids buddy. Leslie nodded again. One of our team zipped tied the guy again and led him outside to the horror of all the other cops.
"Where are they taking him?" croaked the commander.
"We're charging him with disrespect to the crown. Just then we heard a gunshot. Neither Hunter nor Leslie reacted. At all. Oh, the drama level is high.
"Our court system is more efficient than yours," said Hunter. Wow. Message sent. Suddenly all the cops were being led outside, with about half of them crying. Their dead officer was standing outside, uncuffed, at parade rest.
"Perhaps you'll do more research the next time. Have a pleasant day," said Leslie.
Just before they got into the car, I shouted after them, in my best old west accent.
"You let everyone know, there's a new consulate in town, ya hear?" I said. OK, we all lost it laughing.
We watched them all climb into their cars and one surprisingly large motorhome with S.W.A.T. on the side. OK, I do have to say that was a masterful takedown. Did they plan this in advance? I don't see how it worked.
"No," said Leslie. "We were talking up a storm."
"Sure were," said Hunter. But I was standing in front of them both, a tad distracted by how sexy they were, but they didn't say anything.
"Sure, we did," said Leslie. "We just didn't use our voices."
With that, she headed back in the house. Oh, I'd follow that ass anywhere.
"Thanks," shouted Leslie. Wait, I didn't say that out loud.
"Nope," said Leslie, without talking.
It just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
The funny thing is we were all wiped out. We took quick showers and piled into the beds. We, um, rearranged a bit. We all decided to save more fun for when we woke up. I found myself with Reina and Hunter.
Oh joy.
Grady here. Hey, I get a turn, right? I found myself with Leslie. Just Leslie. I'd barely met her before. I can confidently say I know her much better now. I also learned three new sexual positions.
Three!
I need a nap, but I'm supposed to narrate our day trip. We were going to Bisbee, Arizona for lunch. Why Bisbee, given it was about 150 km away? Because Leslie likes an author named J.A. Jance who has a character, Sheriff Joanna Brady, who lives in Bisbee. We are having lunch in town due to a fictional character. For reasons I cannot explain, Leslie flew over here in a C-80 with a hold full of amazing cars. I guess if you can, why not. She insisted that we all pick a car and drive to Bisbee. It was a beautiful day and they were all convertibles. Oh, yeah, let's stay low-key Leslie. While she had enough cars for all of us, we decided to pair up to have company. There were seven of us and we ended up in three cars. I was driving a Lamborghini Huracán in bright orange. Bright freaking Orange. Scout was riding with me. Belen was driving an S63 convertible, in a gorgeous blue, with Hunter and Reina. Leslie was leading the way with Oswaldo in a Pagani Zonda Cinque. Cinque, as in five. As in five ever made.
She took off like a bat out of hell. Belen pulled after her and I had to chase them pretty hard. Leslie took us up and over 200 kph. Sure, let's be low-key and not attract attention. I'm guessing we were doing a test. We were out in the desert and no one was around, and she took us up to almost 300 kph. Hell, that big Mercedes was impressive. It kept right up. I wasn't sure what Leslie was trying to do, but at this speed Bisbee would come up fast. In the distance, I saw a helicopter coming towards us. My guess is Leslie knew exactly where it was coming from, because if it was behind us, even the fastest helicopter wouldn't catch up. They chased us down and paced Leslie. I could see an angry person in the helicopter, but barely. I could see Leslie smile and wave at him. What is that in her hand?
A small flag of Dionysus. She was waving our freaking flag. Not a minute later, the helicopter pulled up and away. Leslie accelerated. The helicopter dropped back. That S63 was still keeping up! Leslie would later tell me it wasn't stock. Not even close.
I figured that out when we broke 340 kph. Over 210 mph for you Americans. It was such a rush. As we approached Bisbee, Leslie slowed, and we went into town at exactly one mph under the speed limit. That was it. Nothing more for this show. We had a wonderful lunch at Ana's seasonal kitchen. Sure, fly from the Mediterranean to Bisbee Arizona to have a Mediterranean lunch. It was incredible. We spent a lazy afternoon shopping in cute local places. Leslie reminded us of our limited trunk space, so we didn't get too carried away. A lot of people focused their interaction on Scout, the only adult, at least in their minds. I'm sure they were confused given the breadth of our nationalities. Heck, I'm Asian! Even I wonder why my name is Grady, but given my sister is Dixie, I'll live with Grady.
I did laugh at both lunch and dinner. Whenever anyone started a new topic of conversation, we switched languages. Belen shared that Scout was probably lost on about half of them, but he was a trooper and she promised to coach him more. That made his cock bounce, so he seemed OK with the outcome.
Suddenly a clearly drunk man appeared at our table. This has just been quite a trip.
"What the fuck man," he slurred, to Scout. "It's bad enough we have to deal with fucking Mexicans, but you bring a Chink to town?" Suddenly there was a blur and the dude was on the ground, face down, bleeding, with Leslie holding his arm high up his back. That had to hurt. I am confident his face hurt, because I could see two of his teeth on the floor. One simply does not act racist around Leslie. She dragged him to his feet and started marching him to the door. Hunter jumped and ran over to hold the door for Leslie. How polite of him. Leslie gave the guy a shove and Hunter let go of the door and it swung closed.
"Put his meal on our tab," said Leslie. She and Hunter walked over and sat down and continued lunch like nothing had happened. You know, except for the puddle of blood and two, no three, teeth on the floor. The restaurant stayed silent for a moment and then broke out into applause. Leslie smiled, but just kept eating.
Leslie is an interesting person. About twenty minutes later, two deputies walked in, followed by what appeared to be a more senior officer. They looked around and walked straight over to Leslie.
"We're here about a complaint that you attacked a man," said the officer. He was looking at the blood and the teeth when he said it. "We were told it was a young woman." Then he blushed.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," said Leslie. "How would you even believe it was me?" He blushed again. His partner, a young woman, didn't hesitate.
"Because the description was a young woman with incredible tits," said the officer. "That would be you." Then she hit Leslie with a smile. I admit I was surprised you could visibly see the officer's nipples get hard through such a heavy shirt.
"We saw a man that appeared drunk slip and fall," said Hunter. Hunter turned to the room. "Did anyone else see anything? A fight?"
Almost everyone started saying things like "No, didn't see anything" and "Poor guy just fell he was so drunk".
The cops didn't believe a word of it. The more senior dude was just fuming. He stormed out. We later found out huffy cop was drunk guy's brother.
"Have you had lunch yet?" asked Leslie, to the two officers. They shook their heads no.
"Oh, then please join us. Our treat," said Hunter. They called in they were taking their lunch break and sat down. We did the introductions. He was Joe and she was Trixie and you could see she was daring anyone to comment on it. I couldn't resist.
"Such a beautiful name. My sister's name is Dixie," I said. You could see she started to get angry.
"No, no," said Belen, holding up her hand. "His sister's name really is Dixie. His name is Grady for Christ's sake." OK, that broke everyone up and we had a nice lunch.
The next morning, we headed home. I hope Bob and Amy like cars, because I wanted to do this again. And again.
Then again, we didn't need to travel to Arizona to have s'mores. My new friends and I could do it whenever we wanted. We did too. They brought friends.
That's another story.
| Name | Chapters | Age | Description when introduced | Stats when introduced |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Bob | All | 26 | Dad | 6'2" (188 cm) – 165 (75 kg) , swimmer's body, 6–inch (15 cm) cut average cock |
| Amy | All | 24 | Mom (and the Nanny, to start) | 5'1" (155 cm) – 110 (50 kg) , bright red hair, C cup |
| Morgan | All | 18 | The oldest of the new kids | 5'5" (165 cm) – 120 (54 kg) , dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous |
| Orlando | All | 16 | 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 | 14 | The youngest | 4'6" (137 cm) – 80 (36 kg) , brown hair, flat–chested |
| Chris | 6,8,14-78 | 14 | Boat sales person but becomes more | 4'11" (150 cm) – 80 (36 kg) , slim, glorious puffy nipples |
| Sara | 1,3,28-29,31-32,37,42,70-72,78 | 25 | Sales managers, car dealers | 5'3" (160 cm) – 100 (45 kg) , dark hair, Amerasian, small B cup |
| Brittney | 1,4,14,40,70,78 | 19 | Morgan's friend and a cheerleader | 5'8" (173 cm) – tall, athletic, B cup |
| Tyler | 2,3,34,36,45,64-65,70,78 | 20 | Morgan's high school friend | 5'11" (180 cm) – glasses, chiseled abs, 6–inch (15 cm) thick cock |
| Jamie | 2,3,34,45,64,78 | Thirties | Tyler's dad | 5'10" (178 cm) – muscular, 7–inch (18 cm) average cock |
| Jeanie | 2,3,34,45,64,78 | Thirties | Tyler's mom | 5'5" (165 cm) – sexy as hell, C cup |
| Annie | 2,3,34,45,64,78 | 16 | Tyler's sister | 5'3" (160 cm) – trim, larger A cup |
| Juan | 2,47,57,70-71,78 | Thirties | Don's friend at the party | 5'9" (175 cm) – muscular, Hispanic, 6–inch (15 cm) cock, thin, upward curve |
| Sofia | 2,47-48,70-71,78 | Thirties | Juan's wife | 5'2" (157 cm) – curvy, C to D breasts |
| Valeria | 2,27,47,70,75,77 | 19 | Juan and Sofia's oldest daughter | 5'5" (165 cm) – 120 (54 kg) , C cup |
| Pedro | 2,7,27,47,70-71,78 | 17 | Juan and Sofia's son | 5'7" (170 cm) – slim, 5–inch (13 cm) cock |
| Maria | 2,27,47,70-71,78 | 14 | Juan and Sofia's youngest daughter | 5'2" (157 cm) – skinny, flat |
| Evan | 4,40,78 | 18 | Brittney's brother | 5'10" (178 cm) – 165 (75 kg) , muscular, halfback and linebacker on the football team, 6–inch (15 cm) thick cock |
| Ricky | 4,40,70,78 | 15 | Brittney's other brother | 5'8" (173 cm) – 140 (64 kg) , muscular, soccer player, 7–inch (18 cm) thick cock |
| Nathan | 4,29,31,42,71-72,78 | 22 | General manager, car dealers | 5'9" (175 cm) – 130 (59 kg) , slim, glasses, 6–inch (15 cm) uncut |
| Clay | 5,8,16-17,27,31,33,36,39,42,47,65,72,75,77 | 14 | Lance and Linda's son | 5'1" (155 cm) – skinny, cute, 4–inch (10 cm) uncut cock |
| Terry | 5,7-8,16-18,27,31,33,36,42,47,65,75,77 | 12 | Matt's son | 4'11" (150 cm) – average, 3–inch (8 cm) cut cock |
| Bethany | 5,70,78 | Thirties | Realtor for new house | 5'8" (173 cm) – 140 (64 kg) , dark hair, great body, C cup, stunning |
| Austin | 5,78 | 15 | Bethany's older son | 5'7" (170 cm) – tall and thin, good definition, thick 6–inch (15 cm) uncut cock |
| Eric | 5,70,78 | 14 | Bethany's younger son | 5'1" (155 cm) – thin, slightly smaller version of his brother, 5–inch (13 cm) uncut cock |
| Hannah | 5,70,78 | 12 | Bethany's daughter | 4'9" (145 cm) – thin, flat, adorable |
| Jason | 6,75,78 | Thirties | Financial adviser | 6'1" (185 cm) – Just a good–looking guy |
| Ruby | 6,14,16-19,24,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-46,49-58,61,63-74,76-78 | 12 | Juanita's sister | 4'11" (150 cm) – 85 (39 kg) , sexy, flat |
| Olivia | 6,78 | Thirties | Waverunner dealer and Mason's sister | 5'7" (170 cm) – Blonde, athletic, C cup |
| Aiden | 6,7,70,78 | 12 | Olivia's son | 4'0" (122 cm) – 60 (27 kg) , miniature Mason, 2–inch (5 cm) cock |
| Mason | 6,7,65,78 | Thirties | Waverunner dealer and Olivia's brother | 6'3" (191 cm) – Blonde, athletic, 9–inch (23 cm) thick cock |
| Maddy | 6,8,70,78 | 12 | Mason's daughter | 4'2" (127 cm) – small, flat, blonde and sexy |
| Sandy | 10,11,15-16,27,32,78 | 16 | Orlando's science club partner | 5'5" (165 cm) – petite, long legs, B cup, big nipples |
| Sandra | 10,11,32,78 | Thirties | Sandy's mom | 5'6" (168 cm) – petite, 120 (54 kg) , C cup, sexy as hell |
| Bonnie | 10,11,27,32,36,39,78 | 15 | Sandy's friend | 5'2" (157 cm) – thin, puffies |
| Anna | 10,11,27,32,36,39,78 | 15 | Sandy's friend | 5'3" (160 cm) – average, C cups |
| Caleb | 15,29,78 | Sixties | Car dealer, now consultant | |
| Isaac | 15,78 | 24 | Ford car salesman | 6'2" (188 cm) – handsome, black, 8–inch (20 cm) uncut thick |
| Will | 17,18,24,32,39,41,43,65,78 | Thirties | Noah's dad | 6'3" (191 cm) – 220 (100 kg) , Muscular, 7–inch (18 cm) and thick |
| Gail | 17,18,24,32,39,41,43,78 | Thirties | Noah's mom | 5'9" (175 cm) – athletic, D cup breasts, but no sag. Giant nipples |
| Penny | 17,24,32,47,51,73,78 | Twenties | Waitress | 5'4" (163 cm) – 120 (54 kg) , B cup |
| Rylee | 18,27,32,36-39,48,52,56-58,60-63,66,69,71-74,76-77 | 14 | Cheerleader with Leslie and Chris | 5'4" (163 cm) – sexy AF, B cup |
| Amai | 19,21,23,26-30,32-34,36-39,41,47-48,50-52,55-56,63,66-67,69,71,73,77 | Twenties | The family social secretary | 5'4" (163 cm) – beautiful, petite, B cup, 6–inch (15 cm) uncut thick cock |
| Grace | 23,29-30,36,38,43-44,48,50,54-57,63-77 | 17 | Just Grace | |
| Camila | 25,29-30,41,50,54-55,57,65,73,75-77 | 24 | You know who she is | You know what she looks like |
| Santiago | 29,41,45,65,76-77 | 31 | LA caretaker | 5'11" (180 cm) – lean, modest tats, 6–inch (15 cm) average uncut cock |
| Tai | 29,45,65,76-77 | 29 | LA caretaker | 5'4" (163 cm) – slim, sexy, B cup |
| Amelia | 33,34,36,41,50-51,53-54,61-62,65-66,70,77 | 22 | BBF grant reviewer | 5'1" (155 cm) – Size 0, A cups, blonde |
| Meg | 33,41,50,66,78 | 22 | BBF grant assistant | 5'6" (168 cm) – Auburn redhead, C cups, beautiful |
| Ethan | 37,78 | 31 | Chevy sales manager | 5'11" (180 cm) – blonde, skinny, nerdy, 7–inch (18 cm) cut cock |
| Bill | 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-78 | 3 | Bob and Amy's son | |
| Jessica | 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-78 | 3 | Bob and Amy's daughter | |
| Elias | 43,46,50,54,59-60,70,78 | Thirties | Bob and Amy's Major domo on Dionysus | 6'5" (195 cm) – thin, basketball player, 8–inch (20 cm) thin cock |
| Phary | 45,59,69,78 | 11 | Chantou and Many's daughter | 5'0" (152 cm) – dark hair, simply stunning, puffies. |
| Tomas | 46,52,55-57,61,63,66-76,78 | 12 | Vincente's son | 5'4" (163 cm) – Also Cute AF, sexy, and skilled. 6–inch (15 cm) thick uncut cock |
| Reina | 46,47-50,59,76,78 | 10 | Emilia and Talmai's daughter | 4"10" – developed for her age, tall, puffies |
| Denne | 48,49,78 | 7 | Alea and Sargon's son, just turned 7 | 4'4" (132 cm) – little cute dude with a small cock |
| Pari | 48,49,62,65,68-69,74,77-78 | 10 | Alea and Sargon's daughter | 4'10" (147 cm) – cute, sexy, breast bumps |
| Grady | 48,49,73,78 | 10 | Bo and Belle's son | 4'4" (132 cm) – adorable, passionate, 3–inch (8 cm) cock |
| Kevin | 49,50-53,56-57,62,66-69,73,76-77 | 14 | Homeless kid that Leslie rescues in New York | 6'0" (183 cm) – Tall, really thin, 6–inch (15 cm) cut cock |
| Cobb | 51,53-54,61,65-66,70,77-78 | 19 | Director of the Patricia and Elizabeth fund | 6'4" (193 cm) – Tall, dark, and oh so sexy, 7–inch (18 cm) thick cock |
| Marybeth | 51,53,63,65-66,70,77 | 12 | Amelia and Cobb's adopted daughter | 5'2" (157 cm) – Thin, blonde, clearly a twin, small A cup |
| Richie | 51,53,63,65-66,70,77 | 12 | Amelia and Cobb's adopted son | 5'2" (157 cm) – Thin, blonde, clearly a twin, thin 4–inch (10 cm) cock |
| Valerio | 54,69,75,78 | 15 | Artur and Estrela's son | 5'11" (180 cm) – Artur's mini–me, 7–inch (18 cm) cock |
| Horacio | 54,63,68-69,77 | 10 | Nuno and Estrela's son | 5'0" (152 cm) – Smaller Nuno, with an amazing 9–inch (23 cm) cock |
| Gina | 55,56,66-70,76-77 | 12 | Orlando's new friend | 4'11" (150 cm) – Stunning, blonde, gorgeous, all girl with a 4–inch (10 cm) cock |
| Carol | 60,61,66,69,71,73-74,76-77 | 12 | 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 | 10 | Rylee's adopted son | 4'8" (142 cm) – light brown hair, wiry, 4–inch (10 cm) cut cock |
| Magda | 61,78 | Thirties | Berlin college president | 5'7" (170 cm) – Blonde, German, beautiful, C cup |
| Scout | 71,78 | Twenties | Car dealer in the museum | 6'1" (185 cm) – Blonde hair, fit, runner, 7–inch (18 cm) thin cock |
| Belen | 71,78 | 10 | Car museum program director | 4'6" (137 cm) – Dark blonde hair, cute, nipple bumps |
| Mira | 77 | 10 | Mary Lou's friend | 4'11" (150 cm) – thin, flat, undeveloped |
| Clayten | 77 | 17 | Mira's shy brother | 5'9" (175 cm) – Average nerd, long dark hair, 7–inch (18 cm) thin cock |
| Buffy | 77 | Twenties | Resort desk clerk in Dallas | 5'4" (163 cm) – Blonde, cheerleader type, C cup |
| Catalina | 77 | Twenties | Resort manager in Dallas | 5'8" (173 cm) – Dark hair, olive skin, glorious puffies |
| Tupac | 77 | Twenties | Resort valet in Dallas | 6'0 – Lean, athletic, incredibly body, 10–inch (25.5 cm) BBC |
| Julio | 77 | Twenties | Resort maid service manager | 5'9" (175 cm) – Thin, wiry, 10–inch (25.5 cm) thick cock |
| Mandy | 77 | Twenties | Resort maid service manager | 5'7" (170 cm) – Blonde, curvy, C cup |
| Simpson | 77,78 | 19 | Chicago real estate agent | 5'9" (175 cm) – Skinny, nerdy, average 6–inch (15 cm) cock |
| Halsey | 77 | Thirties | Come on, she's Halsey | |
| Brandi | 78 | Thirties | Head of the Chicago school | 5'7" (170 cm) – Light brown hair, lithe, B cup |
| Mackenzie | 78 | Twenties | Chicago caretaker | 5'7" (170 cm) – Blonde, tall, cheerleader type, C cup |
| Laquan | 78 | Twenties | Chicago caretaker | 6'2" (188 cm) – Tall, thin, runner, 8–inch (20 cm) BBC |
| Miguel | 78 | Thirties | Head of the Chicago lower school | 5'10" (178 cm) – Hispanic, stocky, 5–inch (13 cm) thin cock |
| Alec | 78 | 13 | Student at the Chicago school | 5'6" (168 cm) – thin, adorable, bold, 5–inch (13 cm) cock |
| Kendra | 78 | 6 | Student at the Chicago school | 3'6" (107 cm) – adorable, a little pushy, skilled |
| Ayako | 78 | 10 | Girl in Bob's video | 4'8" (142 cm) – Asian, dark hair, cute, A cup |
| Saburo | 78 | 9 | Ayako's brother | 4'8" (142 cm) – Asian, dark hair, cute, 3–inch (8 cm) thin cock |
| Sedona | 78 | 12 | Girl in Bob's video | 5'1" (155 cm) – Dark hair, pretty, B cup |
| Loritz | 78 | 13 | Sedona's brother | 5'6" (168 cm) – Dark hair, well–defined, 7–inch (18 cm) cock |
| Oswaldo | 78 | 12 | Museum exhibits lead | 5'7" (170 cm) – Skinny, fun, 6–inch (15 cm) cock |