Chapter 4

Three days later...

“So, fifteen, eh? You look very ... endowed for fifteen, babe,” I told Emma as I began kissing her in Candice’s living room.

“Yes, well, as you can tell, she’s got a different father than Kris. Felipe’s a good man, but it just wasn’t meant to be, just as it wasn’t with Kris’s dad. Luckily, he won’t mind once you’ve touched him, I gather,” Candice encouraged me as I slid into Emma from behind and kissed the back of her neck.

“Yeah, tell me about it!” Samantha snorted while kissing Mallory’s shoulders and Mira winked at me as she did the same for Tamara.

“No kidding!” Kris laughed while breathing heavily into my ears.

“I can’t wait for you to breed us all!” Tamara exclaimed, feeling very eager to see her belly and the others swollen with their baby bumps.

“Pretty soon, they’ll wonder what’s in the water,” Mallory joked as I find myself lining up with all of the ladies to fuck them in alternating strokes.

“Let’s hope so! I fully aim to impregnate as many women as I can, after all. The more and sooner, the better. By the way, how is Steve taking the news that you’re knocked up. He was under the impression that he’d get to tap you again after that,” I asked Mallory while fucking her again.

“Oh, he’s eager to resume our affair. Wait until he learns the catch,” Mallory snickered, even as I felt another woman’s kiss on the back of my neck.

“By the way, meet Nadia ... my mother. She’s thirty-six, though you wouldn’t know it,” Tamara laughed as my newest companion joined us for her turn with my dick.

“Also a Croat?” I wondered aloud while ramming it deep inside my latest lover.

“Precisely. We’re all good Zagreb girls. My grandfather fought for Tito, a fellow Croat,” Mira spoke for her big sister, even as I explored my work wife’s mother.

“True, their father was a bit older than me. Old enough to be my father when we met and he knocked me up with Tamara. He died six years ago ... cirrhosis of the liver, and yes, I miss the grouchy, stubborn, cantankerous, lecherous man. He was a Party member back in the day, an actual Red, a Communist. You’re nothing like him on the surface ... and yet you’re so much like him in all the ways that I adore ... especially the amorous part,” Nadia remarked as I pulled out of her and entered her daughters next straight afterward.

“What do you think that Steve will do when he learns the cost, eh?” I wondered aloud while admiring Mira’s ass first ... and then Tamara’s between strokes.

“What any man will do, according to Aletheia, hard as that still is to imagine ... surrender. Gladly. Maybe we should lure Gideon into the trap, too, right, Tamara, baby?” Mallory encouraged the idea of me sissifying these husbands and making them my bitches.

“Yes, it is a striking and inconceivable notion, right? Very difficult to picture, to be sure. I’m eager to see it happen, though. I especially want you to plow his wife, for instance. Carrie, that’s her name. The image of you ravaging her while he eats your creampie from my snatch or my ass is truly awesome, if you ask me. I’m fairly sure that he’s sterile, anyway. At least this way, she’ll get to have babies at last. Lucky her!” Tamara giggled as she pictured me cuckolding Gideon in such a manner.

“Speaking of babies ... let’s see you knock them up ... one at a time,” Aletheia urged me, making me spill my load inside Kris now and causing her release.

The fact that I didn’t go soft yet spoke volumes, even as I knew that I was certain to put buns in each lady’s oven here. I focused like a laser on Mira next, much to her delight while I fondled her sweet, teenage ass and humped her harder by the stroke. She definitely put her back into it, to be sure, not to mention her heart and soul as evidenced by her stream of obscenities in her native Croatian dialect.

The way that the other ladies began licking Mira while I plowed her didn’t exactly hurt the cause of impregnating her, either. Her sleek, soft buns were quite sensual to the touch as I caressed her cool flesh. Her back muscles looked very toned for her age, much to my surprise. I didn’t learn until later that she already had an ex-boyfriend with whom she had been rather intimate indeed. They were only broken up for the past few weeks after six months as a couple. Yes, she had been very well trained on how to avoid being a dead lay.

As I pulled Mira’s long, pink hair for several more strokes inside her wet and luscious twat, I felt the earthquake of her climax at last ... and the way that she collapsed beneath me. There was no doubt that she was mine now. She certainly wouldn’t be his again, would she? Every woman that I met would soon be mine ... as they should be.

Damn, it was good to be king!