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)
“Oh ummm,” Tina sighed, savoring it, running it around her mouth. “Tastes good,” she moaned again.
And we all knew what she was enjoying. Our DNA, the tang of all three of us, sliding down her throat, Kato from fucking her mouth, and Karl and I from the dirty snowball. Goddamn she was perfect, everything about this girl, the sluttiness, the way she was open all the time, her legs spread whenever we were in the vicinity, not to mention the sweet, caring personality that showed itself more every day. She belonged to us in every way, shape, and form, and there could be no other, no one more perfect at the center of our filthy foursome.
KARL
Our life with Tina is beyond spectacular, it’s everything that we’ve ever dreamed of. That tangy pussy, those pendulous boobs, always on display, always open and ready for us whenever we want.
And yeah, Kato, Kristian and I, we want it a lot. Going at her days, nights, sometimes all day and all night on weekends, the three of us like raving lunatics, hungry dogs ravishing her again and again. It’s a miracle that she’s not pregnant yet … because we haven’t been using protection.
It’s a little odd. Kato and I are usually sticklers about this stuff, we’re dogs yeah, but we didn’t want to be leaving our DNA in random sluts all over Europe. So we’ve always used condoms, never trusting girls who claimed to be on the pill.
And Kristian is even more of a mystery. That dude is a prince for crying out loud, with a title and a fortune at his fingertips, you’d think he’d insist on layers of protection, maybe an IUD, the pill, and a condom all at once, he’s got so much on the line. But curiously, he seems even less concerned than we are, regularly coming in Tina’s pussy again and again, shooting hot sperm into her depths, spraying those sweet fields with DNA.
So I can feel the future lurking, rolling towards us inexorably before it hits full force. After all, the brunette’s only eighteen, nubile, and fertile, with three guys going at her non-stop. So it’s just a matter of time, right? If it hasn’t already happened.
But I feel good about a potential pregnancy, and I know Kristian and Kato do too. Because there’s something amazing about Tina, the sweet smile, the luscious bod, the giving personality, it seems right to see her swell up with our child, see her curvy form become even curvier with a baby inside. Plus, we adore her, the fact that she cooks us dinner after a long day at work at the non-profit, always providing sex no matter how tired she is, letting three men work her over, fill her up, use her body to our heart’s content, even if she’d rather be taking a bubble bath, steaming those sweet muscles, soaking that pretty pussy that’s getting pounded all the time.
So yeah, we’ve done everything by the book as much as possible, treating Tina with care, with love, savoring her company, and lately, introducing Violet. Because we want our mom to like the girl we’ve chosen, and it seems like they get along like a house on fire.
Speaking of which, where was Violet in this crowd? I’d been so busy making small talk at the gala and accepting congratulations that I hadn’t had a moment to spare. I spotted Mom in the corner and made my way over.
“You having a good time?” I asked, replacing her drink with a refresher.
“Oh yeah, absolutely,” said Violet, her face breaking out into a dazzling smile. “You and Kato look so handsome in these white uniforms,” she complimented, brushing an invisible speck of dust off my arm.
I rolled my eyes, moms will be moms. But why wasn’t Violet mingling, why was she standing here, behind a tapestry, keeping to herself? That wasn’t like her, our mom was bubbly and outgoing, friendly almost to a fault.
And it seemed like my brother was thinking the same thing.
“Ma, what are you doing back here?” he asked, coming up with a plate of hors d’oeuvres in hand. “We wanted you to get out and mingle, have a good time,” he said. “I mean, yeah, I realize Georg is here, but it’s not like he’s going to recognize you.”
And here, our mom’s smile faded a little.
“No, he wouldn’t would he?” she said softly, lifting a hand to her face. “I don’t look the way I did so long ago,” she said a little wistfully, sadly. “Back then I was a pretty flight attendant, and now I’m … well, I’m an old lady.”
I shot my bro a dirty look. What the fuck was his problem? WTF? I cut him off before he could say another word.
“Mom, you look beautiful,” I assured her, “not a day over twenty.”