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"Oh, Rook. Fuck my pussy. Give it to me like only you can with that big cock."
Brock smirks as he stares at me. "Our slut is learning to own her womanhood."
Brock feeds me a brownie as I buck into Olivia. I savor the taste, then bring my lips to her neck, inhaling her scent, growling as I drop kisses on her nape, then bite a lock of her auburn hair, trying to see if it tastes better than the brownie. For some reason, it complements the brownie better than ice cream.
I yank her hair with my teeth, my giant cock grinding into her, working deep into her pussy, fucking her, giving it to her in a way that’s different from how Brock and Colt fucked her. Colt was a violent lover. He hurt her and made her come with his pain. Brock was a feral lover. He lost himself in her pussy in a way that his playboy self never has with any other woman, I assume. I’m Olivia’s sensitive man. The one who takes her gently. I refuse to hurt her, injure her, or make her think that we don't care about her.
Each of us loves her in our own way.
Different.
Yet the same.
One. Two. Three.
She’s our auburn-haired Goldilocks.
Brock brings his lips to her tits, then sucks each one. She threads her fingers through his hair, pushing her breasts into his mouth, willing him to play with her nipples as I fuck her, to bring her to the apex of pleasure. The sight of my best childhood friend sucking our Queen’s tits does something to me.
My cock stills, the tip growing more sensitive. It swells one inch in size which is what happens to all men when they’re ready to come. My giant nuts lift up in my sack, the tops of my balls now brushing against her flesh.
"I’m going to come in your pussy, little slut. Unleash in your cunt. Each of your Kings will have nutted inside you in a span of less than twenty-four hours. One day. Three cocks. Endless loads of cum."
I come in Olivia.
She cries out, writhing on my dick, her pussy spasming.
Brock rubs her clit, pinching it, teasing it, getting drunk on the sight of it throbbing, all pink and perfect, poking out of its perfect hood like it’s saying hi to the world, begging to be played with, for a man to pet it the way it desires.
Olivia squirts out her cum around my cock, her jets splashing in the water. Bubbles sprout up from where her shots hit the bathtub, the force of her squirts giving the bubblebath potion I poured in a new life.
"That’s right, Olive. Come on my cock." I fondle her tits from behind.
Olivia stares between her legs. Her cheeks are pink as she looks at my oversized shaft in her cum-soaked pussy. "How does it fit inside there?"
"It’s magic," I rasp in her ear, playing with this little vixen’s tits, her body everything my soul craved but didn’t have access to. "Think of Santa coming down the chimney on Christmas. He’s so big that he shouldn’t be able to. He manages somehow. To give you presents. This is your present. My cock in your pink stocking. Your pussy."
We all stare at my cock rigid in Olivia’s cunt. I don’t thrust it in and out. I keep it inside, so she can look at it, touch it, play with it.
Olivia pushes out a breathy puff of air. "This is the first one that’s been inside of me that hasn’t hurt me."
Brock smirks as he rubs her tits. "You’re going to be okay, Olive. Every day, we’ll teach you something new. Some days will be gentle. Others will be rough. You can count on us to always give you what you need."
Olivia moves her hand to my balls. She tries to lift one up, but it’s too heavy. "How do you run around with these things on the field?"
Brock and I roar out with laughter, shaking our heads. "Tell her, Brock."
"Rook has a special nut cup designed to keep his freakish nuts intact. A specialist that designs gear to keep silverback gorillas safe during mating season in zoos created his cup."
I nod, then drop a string of kisses on her neck, making her flesh prickle, her legs squirm. "I can’t wait to show you everything my nuts can do."
Olivia tugs at my cock that’s still in her pussy. She tries to pull it out, but it won’t budge. No matter how hard she yanks.
"Make it come out. I want to see the tip."
Brock smirks as he looks at me. "Virgins, eh?"
I do as my Queen instructs. Tugging my eleven-inch shaft out of her cunt, I slide it into her curious hands. They roam over the monstrous scepter, feeling the length, tracing the bulging veins, tickling my violent crown. "This looks like it hurts when it’s hard."
