But as Kato came closer to me, my pussy began lubing again, the steady ooze between my legs becoming a stream, the tension in my cunny stirring, building like a force of nature. Because yes, I loved it with these men, they’d released my inner slut, the one that took off her clothes and let men touch her every which way from every which angle, parting my legs, showing off my cunny, my ass available for all.
And the old Tina? Well, she was still there. After all, I was still had to put on some semblance of a good girl to the public, that I was a quality lady trying to catch a prince. It’s just that I’d already met him, welcoming him into my kitty … along with two others.
And it was Kato’s turn now. In a flash, big arms hoisted me up, flipping me around so that I was perched on all fours, squealing at the manhandling.
“Oof!” I squeaked as the big hands lifted my butt up and pushed my head down simultaneously, breasts plastered to the thin mattress.
“Shh baby,” he ground out. “I want your ass facing heaven so that my cum stays in you, letting gravity do its work. I never want to see my seed leaking out, I don’t waste.”
And oh god, I flushed hotly, my cunny quivering at the implication, a twinge going off deep inside. Because I was already filled with Kristian and Karl’s hot cream, we hadn’t used any protection, it hadn’t even crossed my mind. I gasped, my cunny involuntarily clenching tight, suddenly aware of how fertile I was, trying to remember where I was in my cycle. Had I had my period two weeks ago? Three weeks? Oh shit, my head spun even as my body prepared itself for a third man, the lube running hotly between my legs.
Because I couldn’t stop, not now, not so close to doing three. So I made the best of it, craning my head back and looking at the big man over the curve of my shoulder, eyes wide.
“But you’ll pull out, right?” I asked breathlessly, “When the time comes, you’ll pull out?”
Kato didn’t bother to answer, instead lining himself up with my back seam and pressing into my pussy, that sore, achy flesh welcoming him despite the fact that it had just been pounded twice, taken by two massive shafts.
“Ah fuck you’re tight,” he groaned, eyes closed. “Fuck, you should be loose after taking two but you’re still tight,” he rasped while easing further into my tight channel.
And the only answer was my resulting squeal and the chuckles of the two men watching, Karl and Kristian’s dicks in their hands as Kato took his turn using me. I was their fuckdoll now and I loved every second of it, wiggling my butt, spreading my legs wider for easier access.
And the big man sank deeper inside, his penis banging against my cervix on each stroke, making me moan, shivers running down my spine, centering in my dainty bulb.
“Fuck,” Kato rasped, running his pole into my body again and again, “I can feel the cum sloshing inside you, you little slut.” And I loved it. I loved being their fuckslut, my body a receptacle for their hot, steamy jizz. But I hadn’t gotten an answer yet.
“Kato,” I panted as I buried my face in the mattress, my curvy body shaking as I was pounded from behind. “You’ll pull out right?” I gasped again, lifting my head for a moment, twisting to meet his eyes over my shoulder. “When the time comes, you’ll pull out, right?”
And this time Kato answered, buried to the hilt in my puss, his big hands gripping my hips as he continued the slow pound.
“Never,” he rasped, his eyes glued to my mine, my breasts quivering and vulnerable, golden flanks bare as I sighed and bucked under his big form. “I never pull out,” he roared.
And with that, he thrust in deep once more, sperm squelching into my pussy, coating the tops of his thighs, his balls, dripping off my labia, there was so much at this point. And I couldn’t take it. The knowledge that Kato was going to come in me, wanted to come in me, damn the consequences, was a shot of electricity straight to my cunny and I came right there, my puss clamping down on him, my snatch clutching and seizing like an animal gone wild.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed, leaning over my back as his dick pumped faster, “Milk me,” he groaned out, and with that, another massive geyser of sperm released inside, joining the other two deposits, the creamy white jetting in rope after rope of virile goodness, coating my fertile fields with steamy seed. I screamed then, a full-on shriek of lust, agony, and pleasure mixed into one, the knowledge that I’d just had the filthiest, dirtiest encounter of my life branded on my brain as my boobs quivered and my cunny shook, the top of my head ready to blow off.
And after eons of unending pleasure, the waves rolling over me, making me seize, shake, shimmer and jiggle, with only Kato’s big dick pinning me to reality, I collapsed, sated, jism from three men leaking out of my hole.
Kato pulled out immediately, positioning my legs just so, admiring my ass perched in the air, quivering, steamy, open, my snatch filled with man cream.
“Mmm-mmm,” he ground out appreciatively, dick still dripping. “Beautiful.” And with that he pushed a big finger into my cunt, scooping the white back into my hole, massaging it into my pussy folds, guiding it up my channel.
And I creamed again immediately, shivering at the deep finger fuck. Because I loved it all … loved taking three, the triple domination exactly what I wanted, what I needed, and what I craved.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Karl
Life has taken a turn for the crazy. And I mean crazy because my twin and I have never shared a woman with another man before. Sure, we share women between ourselves all the time, but that’s different, we’re used to it, that’s the norm for us. But a third guy in our fraternity? Weird, it was just fucking weird to get down and dirty with another dude there, running his dick into all the same hot spaces, caressing all the same gorgeous folds.
But it made Tina happy, the way Kristian touched her, the way he lightly tapped her anus while stroking in and out of her pussy.
“Kris!” she’d sigh, throwing her head back, boobs bouncing in the air as she jounced on his cock. “Ohhh, feels good, run that heavy fuckpole in,” she’d moan. And the big man was only too happy, giving her the deep pound, jetting rope after rope of thick, sticky cum into her nubile body.
Because none of us have been using protection. I don’t know what the fuck has come over us, but we’ve been taking Tina bareback again and again, and she never says no. Sure there was that first time with Kato when she’d begged him to pull out, but Kato’s the wrong guy for that.
“I never pull out,” he’d ground out, his brows lowered. “Never.”
And we’ve been doing it again and again, filling her to the brim with our mixed cream, the little girl bathed in our seed day in and day out. But the craziest part about this all is that somehow my twin and I have lost our hatred for Kristian. We came to St. Venetia with a plan of attack, a strategy to dethrone the King, unseat the Crown Prince, bring all sorts of shit down on their house, despair, destruction, financial ruin. But Kristian … he seems to be an okay dude.
It was partly that he cares about his people, seeing to their welfare even though he could have been an international playboy, fucking women all across the Continent. But instead, I’d heard Tina and Kristian talking about the Roma, what they could do to help these impoverished peoples of St. Venetia, and the dude had some reasonable ideas. At least to our ears, he seemed willing to get his hands dirty, actually put stuff on the line to get the wheels rolling.
And it seems the feeling is mutual, Kristian sees my twin and I as reasonable guys, stellar warriors, handy with our hands, even better with weapons and good to our girl. So when the prince asked Kato and me to be part of his honor guard, we were torn, really unsure. This guy was supposedly our nemesis, and now we were going to be in his inner circle?
“What the fuck?” said Kato to me in private. “Are we really considering this?”
I shrugged my shoulders. Life was turning out complicated and weird. After all, Kristian was supposed to be our sworn enemy, Darth Vader to our Luke Skywalker, and yet here we were joining his personal body
service.
“Listen,” I grunted, “it’s going to be fine. We’ll have unquestioned access to the palace as members of the Legionnaires, we’ll be in close proximity to the King, and that’s what we’re really shooting for.”
Kato nodded thoughtfully then.
“That’s true, I want that motherfucker to pay,” he ground out.
And so we accepted, taking the oaths, swearing allegiance to a man we were supposed to hate.
“Do you, Karl Smith, pledge your allegiance to the Venetian Crown Prince, to all he represents as the honor and glory of the country?” intoned the bishop.
“I do,” I replied in turn, bent down on one knee, my head bowed, one hand crossed over my chest.
And with that, Kristian bestowed me with a heavy gold signet ring, symbolic of the oath I’d taken.
“I, too, accept the burden, the sacrifice, the honor that you bring to this position, Legionnaire,” he intoned from above, completing the ceremonial ritual. And just like that, Kato and I become the newest body guards to the Prince, complete with stiff white uniforms and packing some serious heat.
But we hadn’t forgotten our plans either. King Georg was foremost on our minds, our long-lost father, the dude who couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge his own sons. So I called up Violet – she was a part of the plan whether or not she knew it.
“Mom,” I growled into the phone, “you’re still coming to St. Venetia for the ball right?”
“Oh I don’t know,” Violet replied faintly, her voice tinny from the long-distance call. I could almost hear her wringing her hands, agonizing about the decision. “I haven’t bought a ticket yet, maybe I don’t have enough vacation days …” she said, her voice trailing off.
But I cut in.
“We already bought you a ticket, Violet, no worries,” I reminded her smoothly. “Leaves Tuesday, we’ll see you here Wednesday.”
But Violet still wasn’t sure.
“I don’t know,” she said slowly, “there’s so much going on, everything’s so complicated,” her voice trailed.
And I understood the hesitation. Violet knew that we were Legionnaires now, that we worked for our half-brother, that we probably saw our father on a regular basis.
“Do Kristian and Georg know who you are?” she asked slowly, quietly.
And I’d shook my head even though she couldn’t see.
“No,” I ground out, “they have no idea.”
And the sigh from across the ocean was loud enough to tear my heart, make it crumple and fold a bit.
“Well I hope you know what you’re doing,” she said slowly. “It sounds like playing with fire, taking this job.”
And I grunted then.
“I know Ma, but trust me, it’s fine. Kato and I are fine as Legionnaires, we make a good living, we’re well-suited to the position. So come to the gala okay? It’s doubling as our induction ceremony, they’re going to honor us, make it formal, pin us with badges, all that kind of stuff.”
And my mom sighed.
“Okay, I’ll do it for the two of you,” she said slowly. I knew she was thinking about Prince Georg, how she could avoid him among the masses of crowds sure to be there. But Violet, ever the trooper, sighed and put it out of her mind for the time being, focusing instead on mom stuff.
“How are you and Kato?” she asked gently. “Have you been settling in well? Making new friends? Have you met anyone special?”
I rolled my eyes. Violet has been on us to settle down for a while now and brings it up all the time, even setting us up on long-distance blind dates sometimes. The last one had been with some fifty year-old friend of hers living in Spain, and Kato had I had put the kaput on that one immediately.
But I laughed this time because I had some good news.
“Mom, we’re doing fine,” I assured her. “More than fine. We’ve met someone and want you to meet her.”
And that made my mom squeal.
“Karl, Kato, is it true? Have you really met someone nice? I’m so happy for you,” she chattered, “my baby boys have finally met someone, I’m so excited!”
And Kato and I shared another exasperated glance. Violet’s enthusiasm was flattering but overblown, her level of excitement off the charts and kind of embarrassing. So Kato took the receiver from my hand and said, “Yeah Ma, we’ve met someone special and want you to meet her too, introduce you gals. Can’t wait.”
And Violet was on Cloud Nine by now, heady with excitement.
“Oh I hope she likes me, I know I’ll like her, this will be so fun,” she babbled with anticipation.
“Okay Mom, so we’ll pick you up Wednesday from the airport,” I said gently into the phone. “Bye now.”
And with a soft click, the receiver went silent, leaving my twin and I staring at each other … hoping for the best between our two best girls.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Tina
I let them take me whenever they want, my body always open, always on call for their needs, their desires. I love being the woman in this dirty foursome, the center of attention, and it’s amazing how much I’ve learned in the past couple months, ensconced in Kristian, Kato and Karl’s arms.
Because I’ve left Miss Carroll’s and moved into an apartment with the twins, Kristian spending most nights with us. I haven’t told my parents about my set-up exactly, but the fact I’d left Miss Carroll’s didn’t go down well to say the least. The sad part is that they don’t even care who I’m living with now – it was all about money instead.
“Tina, what’s going on?” asked my dad, concerned. “You know your mom and I hoped that you would come out of Miss Carroll’s with some … ah, results,” he said over the phone.
“You mean, married, right?” I asked archly. “You wanted me to get my M.R.S. degree while I was there, right?”
A pause.
“Well yes, but to the right guy,” said my dad. “For young ladies of a certain social stature, a good match can be made, you know, to someone with … ah, means.”
I rolled my eyes. I hated how they beat around the bush sometimes, as if I was at Miss Carroll’s for fun and leisure, and not my family’s finances. But at the same time, I could hear real concern in his voice, and my heart gave a little because they raised me and loved me in the best way they knew how, even if things hadn’t turned out perfectly.
“Listen Dad, how much do you guys need?” I asked softly. “I’ve saved a little here and there, maybe I could help.”
I was hoping Lord Sterling would turn me down and tell me to keep my cash, but unfortunately he muttered in a small voice, “How much can you spare?”
And I took a deep breath, “Maybe five, ten thousand?” I had a little socked away from various Christmas presents, my Sweet Sixteen. So when my dad immediately accepted, my heart dropped.
“Can you wire it to us baby?” he rushed. “With Western Union I don’t even think you need formal ID, you could just use a piece of mail as identification. How soon can you get it to us?”
I shook my head. Things must have been really, really bad if my small savings was needed this urgently.
“Listen Dad,” I said slowly, “I can’t get you the money tonight because it’s already almost five, money transfer places will be closing in a few minutes. But what about my tuition from Miss Carroll’s? Have you asked about a refund on that? Pro-rated maybe?”
And this is where my mom butted in, grabbing the receiver from Lord Sterling.
“We’ve already tried,” she said frigidly. “Dropping out isn’t grounds for a refund, not even partial ones. It was in the contract.”
And a hole opened up in my stomach because tuition had been thirty thousand for a year, and I’d been there maybe two months max. So I mentally decided I’d make it up to them as best I could, in whatever small way I could.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said quietly. “I’ll get to the check cashing place first thing tomorrow morning okay? They do same-day transfers, so the money will be in your
account by afternoon.”
“Make sure you do, Christina,” Mary snapped before hanging up on me.
And the pit in my stomach opened up into a cavern, a mass of worry. Sure, Mary and Robert weren’t the best parents out there with all the financial tomfoolery, but I couldn’t totally blame them. After all, they’d been raised in worlds of wealth and privilege and times had changed without them, leaving them stranded on the sand, exposed to the harsh glare of day. What had worked before, no longer did and they just didn’t get it. People worked for a living now, depending on salaries to stay afloat and my parents were shocked at the thought of holding down a job. Both of them had always relied on various trust funds and now that the money had dried up? They were adrift, grasping at whatever they could even if it was something as ridiculous as marrying off their daughter to the highest bidder.
All the same, I loved them and wanted to help in whatever small way I could. I didn’t know where things with Prince Kristian were, but marriage seemed pretty far-fetched given that there were four of us in this relationship. So with my mind twisting and turning, not sure which direction to go, I got up and started dinner. Maybe putting together a feast, something really lavish and complicated, would distract me from my troubles if only for a short while. I’d already put in a full day at Roma Outreach, working with a few new clients, and the twins were due back soon. More likely than not, Kristian would be with them and we could enjoy a nice meal together before moving onto our nightly escapades.
Because we go at it every chance we can, our dirty quartet, and it’s amazing, more than I ever dreamed it could be. There’s something special about these men, they make me feel so alive, so wanted, and it’s not just the physical. It’s the way they treat me as a valued companion, helpmate, lover and friend, the jewel of our foursome.
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