Chapter 13

“Girls, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Dan Leland asked his recent companions, Freydís Dagsdóttir and Sía Marksdóttir, as they walked inside his home with their takeout food.

“Well ... we ... want to ... keep you ... and have you keep us. Long term, that is. We thought that bringing some great fast food would be a good way to ... help charm you. That ... and this,” Freydís beamed as the girls undressed in front of him.

“Yes, that is our purpose,” Sía smiled, adding, “But we understand that there might be some questions or difficulties with that notion. How about resolving that ... impasse ... talking it out, dear Dan?”

“Naked Norse cuties and greasy takeout are certainly great icebreakers,” Dan laughed as he lit a joint and passed it to both women to share.

“Ah, yes, you’re the king, man! You’ve got the absolute best weed!” Freydís praised Dan while Sía and she sat down with him.

“So, you both want to date me ... long-term. A serious, heavy relationship, is that right? You’d both be my girlfriends and I would be your boyfriend. Is that right? I was under the impression that you wanted to play the field a bit,” Dan answered with some confusion.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet man ... yes, we want to play the field, and so do you, and that is fine with us, as we hope that it will be with you! We want to play the field ... with you ... and separately ... to share you and be shared by you. It would be an open triad ... and a complete one, of course. You, me, and her being lovers together ... with each other and others. Now, any other questions or objections?” Sía reassured Dan as the girls planted kisses on his mouth.

“Just understand that this is my place ... it can be our place, but it will never cease to be my place, even if it also becomes yours. Are we all in accord? It can and should become our place ... if we cohabit, but it must remain mine as well as yours. Feel free to be equal partners in the weed, in the profits from it, in the work that goes into it. In the weed that we keep for ourselves, too, of course. Just don’t get any ideas of pushing me aside. We’re lovers. We’re partners. We’re equals. Agreed?” Dan stipulated, making them blush and grin.

“Of course, lover!” Sía replied.

“Definitely,” Freydís responded as the ladies kissed Dan even harder and began feeding him by hand, “See, we may have you eating out of our hands, quite literally, but we will always make sure that your ... appetite is fed.”

“Word!” Sía exclaimed as she went under the table and started sucking Dan’s cock.

“Remember to share, lover!” Freydís reminded her partner as she joined her in giving Dan head.

“I could do this forever! Well, this and fucking ride him for eternity!” Sía declared enthusiastically now.

“We need to find him plenty of girls ... and twinks that he can fuck as much as he likes ... and we can enjoy, too! Would you enjoy that ... if we recruit lots of girls and twinks to service you ... and us?” Freydís offered, even as Dan kept eating the fast food and enjoying their oral services.

“Maybe you can put ball gags in their mouths and we can fuck them all together ... you girls using strap-ons to peg them while I’m inside you. Or you can face fuck them while I use their asses and pussies ... And can make them eat you out ... both holes while I plow them hard. Maybe they can dominate you, too!” Dan winked as he continued to relish the benefits of the girls’ sexual favors.

“We can do anything that you like with anyone fourteen years and up. In fact, there is a really cute, virginal liquor store clerk who might make a great twink for you and a great fuckboy for us. We think that you’d really enjoy him and vice versa. We know that we will, of course. So, how about it?” Freydís asked him as Sía and she bent over next to him.

Dan found himself fucking both ladies in earnest, even as he kept eating, and even as the women kept devouring their food. It was a weird kind of multi-tasking, yet they managed it for now, reveling in the realization that they were now intimate in a brand new way with their new American (was that even the right term anymore?) boyfriend. They were stomach sisters in every conceivable meaning of the phrase, something that cracked them both up.

“Talk about being ‘stomach sisters,’ right?” Sía joked as she felt Dan’s cock go balls deep inside her juicy snatch.

“That’s one way to put it, isn’t it?” Freydís giggled now.

It was rather hilarious, after all. They were bound by a novel experience, very much so, and now they were sure that they would never leave this man’s house. They were his and he was theirs ... their man, just as they were his women. It was a perfect new life in a new society, run by a new regime. So far, at least things weren’t worse than before the Mayhem under the Commonwealth, were they? There was law, order, and full employment ... or at least fuller than before. There was even a sort of universal basic income in its primitive stages, a sort of social experiment likely to bear fruit.

It was a lot better than life in France or Italy these days, not to mention the UK right after Brexit. That was the present. Unlike in Iceland, the Commonwealth was in no danger of sinking beneath the sea. Maybe Iceland could join the Commonwealth someday and get a better seawall before it sank entirely. The improved ones on the Gulf Coast seemed to do well enough, did they not?

In any case, as Dan spilled his load inside one and then pulled out to spurt a couple of ropes into the other one, all seemed right with the world, at least as right as it could be. It wasn’t ideal, but at least the new regime did its part to slow climate change and gave a damn about people like them and Dan. That was what happened when a government wasn’t owned, lock, stock, and barrel, by Wall Street, wasn’t it? The Manhattan Riots had helped bring an end to that insanity, along with the rest of the Mayhem.