Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“Aieee!” I shrieked as my cunt and ass clenched and spasmed, seizing on the dildo in my butt, clamping down as electricity ran through my form. “Aiee!” I screamed, my entire body stiff with excitement, the energy pulsing through me in waves, running to the tips of my fingers, my toes, until I collapsed, my boobs heaving, my stomach settling, panting, exhausted, covered in a light sheen of sweat.
And I looked at the men then, all of us stunned, speechless, sated. Because we hadn’t even touched one another, there were only visuals, and yet our cum was all around, pools of wetness, the liquid seeping into the furniture, the floor, the toy.
“Karl,” I said as my breasts heaved, struggling to catch my breath. “What’s that for?” I nodded at the glass as the vibrator shivered its last in my ass.
“Funny you’d ask,” he rumbled as he stood, coming towards me with glass in hand. “Because I wanted you to have a taste.”
And obediently, I tipped my head back as he held the cup to my lips. Oh god. A sip of the white was all I needed to start coming again, the semen hot in my mouth, salty and tangy, my body shaking with lust and desire.
But his brothers wanted more.
“Push it into her,” commanded Kato. “Make sure she gets it in her pussy.”
“Massage it into her cunt lips,” agreed Kristian. “The little girl’s fertile.”
And with that, Karl dropped to his knees beside me, my ass still impaled on the Sybian and shifted me backwards gently so that my pussy was open, exposed for him. The little kitty was a deep pink and pulsing still, glossy and open, dripping with cream. And Karl chuckled.
“A little more honey never hurt, right?” he asked while smoothing his cum onto my pussy, massaging the sperm into my folds, around my clit, teasing the nub, and then up into my vaginal chamber, his fingers exploring, questing, pushing the sweet nectar deep inside.
And I realized then that they were marking me, branding me as theirs. Because there would never be a “boss” per se in this relationship. My efforts to assert myself, to assume the position as an alpha female were valuable yes, but it was merely me coming to full measure within the relationship, a whole woman, with a bounty to share, a beautiful body, and an intelligent, sensitive mind. But as Kristian, Karl and Kato’s “boss”? Probably not because the relationship between us was subtle, deeper, and more profound than what could be captured by that one word. Instead, we were four willing, fertile, virile and totally on-board adults with the world at our fingertips … and this was a new beginning.
EPILOGUE
KRISTIAN
Two years later.
I looked around the Cambodian forest. It was leafy here, a jungle with immense trees, hanging vines, and all sorts of unidentifiable plants. But we’ve done well in establishing a home base, building ourselves a house and home with precision, love and care. The mansion was magnificent, a white French colonial, three stories, with grey shutters and trim, surrounded by an expanse of lawn, a pool in the back. Perfect for our growing family.
Because at that very moment, a peal of laughter ran through the air, the joy of a little girl.
“Higher Daddy Karl, higher Daddy Kato!” commanded Carlie as she flew through the air on her swing.
“Me too!” shrieked Corie, pigtails bouncing as she swung beside her sister. “Me too!”
My brothers merely chuckled, pushing the children harder, faster, higher, reaching for the sky. But their actions were moderated by a melodic lilt that rang out across the lawn.
“Boys!” called Tina, stepping from the front door. “Watch out, don’t go too high because Corinna and Carlton are still young.” On cue, the beautiful brunette put a hand on her hip, smiling serenely as she took in the bucolic scene.
Because we’re a family now, our three girls, my brothers and I. It was a little difficult at first, to say the least. After giving Tina the promise ring, we made a real effort to mend fences, to figure out what we wanted going forwards and how to go about getting it. And first was figuring out where we’d live. I guess my brothers and I figured we’d end up back in St. Venetia as a default because it was where we met after all, and where we had the most memories.
But Tina shook her head slowly.
“I can’t, not right now,” she said somberly. “You know I just founded my non-profit here, Khmer Outreach, and I can’t leave right now. I have too many clients, too many people counting on me, and their livelihoods depend on the loans they get from my company. I’m so sorry, but it’s not feasible.”
Our initial reaction was to protest, to insist that the babies be born in Europe, or even in Kansas even if it came to that. But we’re better men than that now and held our tongues, considering, contemplating what our girl really wanted and needed.