She smiles at me over her shoulder, her expression transported and happy as Carty takes his position behind her. His cock is thicker, shorter. He splits her all over again and as I gradually regain control of my senses, I note how welcoming she is. She rides against him, bucking and slapping and encouraging him until he drops his load into her.
Then, in seconds, she’s ready for Liam, then Kill. For each of us, she is wet, suddenly tight again, and begging for it. She is the perfect fantasy, the woman we have always been waiting for.
As Timothy takes his place behind her with his long, veiny dick in his hand, I realize that we may have all fantasized about different women, but we have probably forgotten who they were. Now there is only Lola. She is the only woman who could have satisfied us all like this. As Timothy plows her from behind, she shudders and claws at the blankets, bucking forcefully. Her pussy drips as she comes over his dick, her needs barely satisfied by the five hard cocks. She’s not exhausted—she’s exhilarated.
She’s perfect.
Chapter 15
Lola
The next few days—maybe a week?—go by in a blur. With their permission, I gather everything I can about the Carruthers family history. I interview each of them, collecting hundreds of pages of notes. I could write a novel. I could write three novels! Their family is so utterly fascinating. I can’t believe they haven’t been made into a movie yet.
The crazy story is, Whitney and Carty got married about six years ago. But Whitney was afraid that if any of the other brothers found their own wives, there would be less money for her. She was determined to make sure that she was the only woman in any of their lives and began trying to seduce them, one by one.
It didn’t work. The guys are so devoted to each other, nobody would betray Carty like that. But at the same time, they didn’t want to break his heart by telling him what a jerk his wife was, either.
For her part, Whitney was determined to spend every cent she could. She was constantly demanding more money, more jewels, more yachts and trips around the world. She needed to be in the limelight at all times. And needless to say, Carty didn’t really know any of it.
Finally, she realized that she wasn’t going to be able to get between them. And if she couldn’t control them all, eventually all the brothers would find families of their own.
She asked for a divorce. Carty refused. Heartbroken, he couldn’t believe that his true love would want to leave him. But when he would not give her what she wanted, she had to raise the stakes. She told him that if he would not simply divorce her and leave her with half the estate, she would humiliate them all. She would tell everyone that she had cheated on him with each of the brothers, despite the fact that had never happened.
In the end, Carty’s shame almost destroyed him. When he proposed to the brothers that they retreat, just give it all up and hide out, none of them actually thought it was a good idea. But they couldn’t bear to see his pain, and they went along.
The story simply devastated me. These guys loved their brother so much, they gave up their lives for him willingly.
The other thing that gets me is the absolute injustice. How is Whitney walking around with almost half their money, while poor Timothy has had to spend the last three years beating off to virtual girlfriends? How is that fair?
And I don’t mind telling you, it sort of takes a toll on me too. In between writing like a mad woman, I am also servicing five exceptionally horny and virile men. I have sucked so much cock that I’m not sure I have tonsils anymore. My cheeks are permanently caved in. They want to fuck my pussy every chance they get, and when they run out of chances, they will take anything else they can get. Liam and Kill, for instance, like to simply rub up against me. I have never heard of armpit sex before now, but it is a real thing. I guess they got so used to humping the sofa—which it turns out I was right about—that they like to be in any kind of crevice there is. In fact, they enjoy rubbing their hard dicks under my arm while I hold my elbows at my side, both of them coming at the same time, shooting their loads over my tits until I am covered, practically frosted like a cake.
Day after day, fucking and sleeping and writing and eating the most delicious meals I could have ever imagined. This is heaven. This is an absolutely perfect fairytale come true. I wish it never had to end.
But everything has to come to an end.
At some point, the story got so big in my head, and the injustice so overwhelming, I had to let it out. I had to talk to Carty.
I found him in his study, poring over law books. Though of course he no longer practices law, he says that studying cases relaxes him. Whatever.
“Carty?” I ask timidly from the doorway. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
He looks up, startled, then smiles. He scrubs his hair with the palm of his hand, grinning. I can’t help but grin back as I walk up, staring at his handsome face. He looks so different when he is clean-shaven, so breathtakingly handsome that I can’t look away.
“What’s up, Lola?” he asks. “It’s not my day… is it? I’m pretty sure that Liam and Kill asked if they could have you to themselves today.”
“Oh, yeah, they sure did,” I nod, gingerly sitting down. They decided that they both wanted to try fucking me at the same time, taking my ass and my pussy with both of their cocks. We managed to make it work -- more than that, it turned out gloriously -- but I am a little sore.
“Okay, that’s what I thought,” he nods.
I set the laptop down in front of me and tap it with my fingertips.
“What? Is this it? Did you get everything you needed to write about?” he asks cautiously.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” I begin. “I think people need to hear the story, Carty, I really do.”
His hand wanders to his mouth, covering it. I don’t know what his expression is, but it is definitely not joyful agreement, I can tell you that.
Finally he lets his hand drop and just shakes his head sadly. “No… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”