“Really?” he ground out. “Are you sure?” he added carefully, like he was happy, so happy in fact that he was terrified it wasn’t true.
“I’m sure,” I said numbly, still believing the worst was yet to come. “The doctor said. I got a blood test.”
And Rob let out a shout of joy then, so loud that the receiver jumped against my ear.
“Baby, that’s fucking fantastic,” he ground out. “How soon can you get here? Or scratch that, I’ll be there in an hour, give me an hour honey, I’ll take the helicopter, it’s fine. You’re at Hudson right? Baby, just hold on,” he commanded. “I’ll be right there.”
And I stood still as a statue, frozen with shock.
“You-you want to keep the baby?” I asked in a wavery voice, chin trembling. “You want to keep it?”
And Rob shouted again, this time with rage, exasperation, joy, wonder, and happiness all rolled into one. But he got himself under control enough to growl into the phone.
“You bet I want to keep it,” he ground out. “You bet I want my son or daughter, I want that baby and I want you, Mandy Jones. I’ve been waiting for you to call, it’s been a fucking hellhole doing nothing, twiddling my thumbs, sitting on my ass. But now we have this,” he ground out. “And nothing’s gonna keep me away, baby, nothing. So get ready … because your life has just begun.”
And with that, he clicked off, probably on his way to summon the helicopter. I stood there shocked, disbelieving, blinking blindly in the bright light of day. Because he’d been waiting for me to call? Rob had been waiting for me to make the first move? For the last month, we’d both been unhappy, morose and depressed, thinking that the other didn’t care? And suddenly, I realized it didn’t matter anymore. We’d had a month of hell, but now with the baby, things were going to be okay. I had an alpha male on his way, rushing to my side, eager to claim his baby, and to claim me as well. Rob was going to be an amazing father, an incredible dad, and an even more incredible partner. I wasn’t sure how things would work out exactly, what the specific contours of our relationship would be, but it would work out. Because this baby was conceived not just in passion, but in love … and his parents absolutely, certifiably adored one another.
EPILOGUE
Rob
To say that things were a shitshow with Mandy’s parents is an understatement. Because when we revealed our situation, Ray went ballistic, Linda crying and sobbing like the world was at an end.
“Pregnant?” she wailed. “How? When? How could this happen?”
And giving credit to my girl, Mandy kept an even tone.
“It was during the weekend at the cabin,” she replied, cool and collected. “Remember how you guys were a day late? Robert and I got to know each other before you guys arrived. Or we’ve always known each other,” she added on a second thought. “We just got to know one another a lot better then.”
That only made Linda wail all the louder because the story didn’t sound good. It made it seem like we’d gone at it like rugrats in her parents’ absence, which was technically true, but the words hadn’t come out right, they were too simple to truly encapsulate the situation. Ray roared with anger, turning to me accusingly.
“What the fuck? More like this fucking bastard took advantage of our adolescent daughter while we were away,” he raged, eyes bulging, face almost purple. “What the fuck, we trusted you and this happens? What the fuck, man, what the fuck? You were like a brother to me.”
Linda was no better.
“I knew we shouldn’t have stayed to help the Millers with their roof,” she moaned, wailing to the skies. “No job is worth this, no amount in tips.”
But Mandy attempted to take the wheel, voice mild.
“Mom, Dad,” she began, only to be cut off.
“Don’t call us Mom and Dad,” raged Ray. “You obviously have no respect for your parents, no respect for us at all.”
And I had to step in then, there was no way anyone, not even Linda and Ray, could treat my best girl like this. So despite the fact that Mandy had begged me to stay out of it, to let her handle the initial reveal, I jumped into the fray.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled. “Shut the fuck up, this is my woman you’re talking to.”
That made Ray and Linda stop for a moment, goggling at me.
“Your woman?” asked Linda in a wobbly voice. “What does that mean?”
“Your woman my ass,” snarled Ray. “More like your teenage fuckdoll, you put a baby in my baby girl.”
I lunged at my friend then, twenty years of friendship down the toilet. Fuck him for calling his daughter a fuckdoll, that was no way to treat a woman with respect, especially one heavy with child, his grandchild at that.
But Mandy stopped me with a slight touch on the arm. I was so sensitive to her needs, to her every signal, that I stopped on a dime, snarling like a bull still, big muscles tense, ready to do some damage.
“Come on Rob,” she said quietly, nodding to the door. “Let’s go. Too much has been said today, and we’re just fanning the fires by staying. We’ll go, and when you guys are calmer,” she said, turning to her parents. “Give us a call. I’m living with Rob now, so you know where to reach us. And we’re always happy to talk,” she added, “but this clearly isn’t the right time.”
With those words, the brunette swept out the door regally, elegant and composed, her gauzy pregnancy dress billowing in the breeze. Although I was still mad as hell, I had to admire Mandy’s diplomacy, the deft way she was able to step away, and yet still leave the door open. Because the girl was only eighteen, it should have been Mandy flying off the handle and screaming epithets, but instead she’d comported herself like an adult, mature and calm.
And I’ve never been so proud. Because this is the woman for me, the mother of my child, the female that I hope to have a life with. I haven’t told her yet but there’s a diamond ring in my desk, down in the bottom drawer where I keep boring shit. Then again, that boring stuff is crucial stuff – bank account passwords, birth certificates, social security cards, and soon, I’m hoping, a marriage certificate.
So I kissed Mandy as we lay in bed, chest heaving, dick still semi-hard although I’d just spurted into her body.
“You were wonderful today, sweetheart,” I rumbled. “Absolutely amazing.”
“Thanks,” she sighed, curvy body sated, gleaming under the low lights. “Thank you. I hope Ray and Linda come around, I mean, they are my parents,” she added meaningfully.
I grunted.
“And my best friends,” I added. “Your dad and I have been buddies forever.”
“That’s true,” she commented thoughtfully. “You know Rob …” Her voice trailed off.
“What is it honey?” I was willing to do anything for her, jump through rings of fire, put my fortune on the line, I’d do anything for this woman.
“Well, I was just wondering,” she said softly. “But maybe if we name the baby after my parents, Linda if she’s a girl, Ray is she’s a boy, maybe they’ll come around a little quicker then.”
I guffawed, squeezing one big boob before moving down to her soft belly. The brunette was just a little poochy, partly from eating well, and partly from the baby within. But I was adamant about the name thing.
“Are you shitting me? No fucking way, no way are we calling our baby Linda or Ray, they were so fucking abusive to you this morning. Besides, those are lame names, throwbacks from the 70’s. No fucking way.”
Mandy let out a giggle then.
“Oh I don’t think so,” she teased, gripping my stiffening dick in a small hand. “I don’t think they’re bad names. Besides, we don’t have to use the names exactly. Maybe Lindy or Lindsay if she’s a girl, or Rayleen maybe? What do you think?” she murmured persuasively.
But I couldn’t reply because Mandy had my cock in her mouth now and I was hard as a diamond, dying to get deeper into those depths.
“Oh fuck baby, what you do to me,” I moaned. “Fuck fuck fuck, give me tha
t vag.”
But Mandy looked up and giggled, boobies swaying as she licked the underside of my rod with her tongue, tracing the pulsing vein along the bottom.
“I’ll give you my vag,” she moaned throatily. “And also my mouth.”
Because the brunette began rotating between the two. She’d do a couple sucks on my dick, and then let it pop out of her mouth before sliding down my fuckrod, moaning, boobies bouncing as that pink pussy spread on my dick, cushioning me in her depths. It was so fucking good I thought the top of my head was going to pop off, I’d have a heart attack, the fucking was so amazing.
And evidently Mandy agreed.
“Mmm, you feel incredible,” she moaned, riding me, giant breasts swaying gently as I pulsed within her canal. “Mmm, Mr. Parker you’re so big.”
And I groaned then, chest and abs tight, dick so hard it could poke through metal. Because this is the girl for me. Mandy, whose cherries I popped, is now teaching me. The tables have been turned. Now the brunette fucks my dick whenever she wants, rotating between her ass, pussy and mouth, even doing two at a time, the way she was currently. And as I moaned again, the brunette slipped off my dick and went back on her hands and knees, catching my penis between her lips for another long, slow suck, cheeks hollowing like a vacuum.
I grunted, a slight spurt of sperm pulsing into her mouth, giving her a taste of male cream. Because oh yeah, I was putty in Mandy’s hands, this woman owns me, one hundred percent, up, down, and all around. The brunette is my lover, my girlfriend, my soon to be fiancée, and hopefully my wife in the near future. It started out as a crazy, illicit fling while her parents were away, but it’s grown into so much more. It’s a real relationship, and even though Linda and Ray haven’t come around yet, I know they will. They love their daughter too much, and with a grandchild soon to make an appearance, my buddy and his wife will relent.
So yeah, I fucked my best friend’s daughter. I drilled that virgin pussy, I took that tiny ass when they weren’t looking. But you know what? Mandy is more than that, much, much more. The brunette is my lover, my confidante, my everything, the white to my black, the yin to my yang … and nobody will ever take her away from me now.
THE END
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TRIPLE PRINCES
An MFMM Ménage Royal Romance
(Erotic Romance, Massive Size, MFMM Ménage)
© 2016
By Cassandra Dee
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A SNEAK PEEK
As I worked her cunny with my mouth, my right hand crept up so that it circled her rusty star, brushing lightly against that little pucker.
“Umm,” Tina moaned beneath me, her face buried in the grass. God, how good she looked, eyes closed, humping her butt slightly as I tongued her from behind, her cheek pressed against the floor, boobs so huge and pendulous that they dragged on the ground. I almost spurted right then from how dirty she was, bent over and moaning like that but I wasn’t done yet, not quite.
As I massaged her pleats with my fingers, I dragged my mouth upwards, tracing over her perineum, that sensitive part between her pussy and anus, and lightly, oh so lightly kissed her rosebud, testing the little hole.
“Aiee!” she squealed, her eyes flying open. “Did you …?” she gasped, craning her head to stare over her shoulder at me.
“I did,” I confirmed, chuckling deep in my throat. “And I’m going to again,” I continued before thrusting my tongue into her pucker this time, savoring her anus, burying myself in her dry back wall. “Because baby … I want you to come with my tongue in your ass, hard and fast, creaming while you give it up.”
CHAPTER ONE
Christina
“Come on Tina,” said my friend Maggie. “Let’s roll!”
I groaned a little but hauled myself up. Maggie was right – it was time to head out, seeing that this was going to be our last night on the town together. Tomorrow we were being packed off to different finishing schools, or what my friend and I privately refer to as “princess training school.” Our parents want us to find husbands at these places, and rich men were known to come by and pick off a girl or two regularly, making her mom swoon, her dad beam, and the girl? Well, who knows what she thought, because she was an afterthought in the process.
But for tonight, Maggie and I had one last chance at freedom. We’d just graduated from Castilleja Prep in the center of town, and excitement ran through our veins, our freedom, however brief, making me giddy.
“Where are we headed?” I asked.
“Grantley, Lucy, and Aggie are meeting us at the Old Dog,” chattered Maggie excitedly. “It’s going to be so fun.”
I internally groaned. The Old Dog was a dive joint, the kind that served 20 ounce tall boys with whisky chasers. Not exactly the type of place wannabe princesses hung out at. But okay, I shrugged. It’d be good to see my girls one last time before we spread out all over the Continent.
Because my friends and I, we’re not your average girls. We’re minor nobility in Andorra, our families distant relatives of the King, and we’ve been living the high life since birth. In fact, Maggie wasn’t actually Margaret. Hell no, nothing so plebian. Maggie was Magdalene, Lucy was Lucinda and Aggie was Agatha. Me? I’m Tina aka Christina, but just like everyone else, my parents are hoping that I can score a prince, or at least someone really, really rich.
So I shrugged. Heck, once I arrived at the finishing school in St. Venetia, I’d probably be attending balls and fancy-attire parties non-stop. So hanging at the Old Dog one last time, a last hurrah, was a chance to get our hands dirty before they were shoved into elbow-length white gloves.
“You think this looks good?” I asked Maggie, skeptically looking at myself in the mirror.
My friend rolled her eyes.
“Oh Tina, you always look good, you never even have to try. It’s so not fair,” she huffed, her bangs blowing off her forehead. “Why can’t we all be gorgeous and curvy?”
But I rolled my eyes because it’s not true. I’m curvy yeah, but no one thinks I’m gorgeous, that’s wishful thinking. The descriptors I got most often are “pleasant,” “nice-looking,” or the one I hate most, “not ugly.” Uck. Why “not ugly”? Why use a negative to describe a woman’s looks?
But I try to do my best most days, dressing in clothes that flatter my figure, emphasizing the good while deemphasizing the bad. And tonight, our last night out, I pulled out all the stops. I’m not usually like this, I’m usually more of a bookish type, complete with good-girl librarian outfits, comfy turtlenecks and long skirts, but tonight I decided to go for it. So I struggled into thigh-high boots, long leather shafts with a skinny heel that caressed my legs snugly, the material velvety and soft. Plus, the bustier I had on was so tight that my boobs were pushed up and out, creamy ivory pillows, soft and beckoning, all complemented by a mini-skirt hugging my generous hips. The total effect was electric. Actually, probably a little too electric, kind of a hooker get-up.
“You think this is ok?” I asked my friend doubtfully, looking one last time in the mirror.
“Oh yeah,” said Mags without even looking, reapplying fire engine red lipstick. “Live free or die boring,” she sang, and I giggled, grabbing my purse before we headed downtown.
The Old Dog was exactly as I remembered. The bouncer, some grizzled dude with a bunch of tattoos, took one look at us and snarled, “IDs.”
Damnit, it was going to be one of those nights.
But Maggie had it covered. Without missing a beat, she pulled open the vee to her sweater, flashing the dude, letting him get a momentary look at her big boobs.
“Hey big guy,” she purred, shimmying a bit so
that the orbs jiggled and shook. “It’s so hot tonight, let us in?”
No matter that her words didn’t make sense. Mr. Bouncer was transfixed, looking at all that wobbly flesh and wordlessly, he backed off, motioning us inside. As we swept in breathlessly, I whispered, “Mags, oh my god, what were you thinking? You’ve never done anything like that before.”
And my friend giggled, adjusting herself so that her cleavage hung just right.
“I know, but it feels so good to let go. We’ve been so repressed Tina, I swear, our parents put so many expectations on us, how to look, what to wear, even who we marry. I have to let go once in a while, blow off steam, you know? And this might be my last chance before I get shipped off to France,” she pouted.
Ah yes, my friend was headed to the South of France, to the newest type of finishing school – École au Bateau, or finishing school on a yacht. Evidently, this new type of institution would sail around the Mediterranean for a year, stopping at major cities so that their girls could participate in various balls where they’d be introduced to eligible men. It sounded dumb if you asked me, but heck for two hundred thousand dollars a pop, I’d put together a school on a yacht as well.
Anyways, my friend had already skipped ahead, and I could see our girls waiting for us, clustered at a small table.
“Hey Tina,” gestured Aggie, waving for me to come over. “Here, I’ll make some room.” She scooted over and I joined them in the booth, looking around. Oh yeah, we’d all gone all the way. Every single one of us was wearing some hoochie get-up, complete with brassieres that pushed you out to there, high heels, short skirts, and faces full of make-up. At least I’d gone easy on the contouring, some of my friends looked a little witchy, with visible stripes running along their noses and cheeks.
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