Matt was living the dream. Even with Ashley and I taking a break from his passions due to our recent childbirths, he still had three eager women to fuck every night, and every day, too. It was like watching a little kid in a candy shop whenever I caught him in those moments when he was deciding who he was going to fuck. He'd look around to see who was near, or maybe he'd look for the girl he was in the mood for, and then he'd approach her, something unsaid would be exchanged between them and then they'd disappear for half an hour or maybe the whole day.
The girl talk around the breakfast table rarely drifted to sexual matters and it was kind of strange to think that the one tie we all shared was something we tried not to talk about. Having shared the same man, all but one of us were sisters in a way. Our children would all share the same father and that made us all relatives and closer than just girlfriends.
Being a typical man, Matt would sometimes interrupt our morning chats with a comment.
"Is anyone free right now?"
One of our little family customs became to let whoever had the least clothes on at the breakfast table go off with Matt. Bathrobes and smiles quickly became the rule among the available women.
I was jealous with the veritable orgy going on around me and I was also fascinated in a detached sort of way with the hungering sexuality of a group of women who'd been prudish girls only a few months before. The wonder of being fucked by a driven man had entranced us into submitting our very souls to him. In a very real sense each of us had been raped by Matt and now we had come to a place where we enjoyed being raw, sexual females being mated by a raw, primitive kind of man. The thin veneer of civilization had been stripped away from us and we'd become a sort of ancient tribe worshipping a fertility god in the mountains.
A good example of our paradigm shift was found in Karen. Karen's reaction to male sexual attention was dramatic. In the week after her first time she walked around the house in her sweats and just her sweats. Everyone knew she had no bra or panties on anymore. She'd play coy and demure around Matt to provoke his arousal and then she'd tease him mercilessly until he'd force her to her hands and knees, peel the fleece off of her flawless young ass, and then slip his babymaker into her willing pussy.
She had no shame.
I found myself alone in the library one night when Matt virtually dragged Karen into the room and closed the door. She didn't see me, but Matt looked at me and smiled as he bent the girl over the desk and yanked her sweat pants to the carpet. As he stepped out of his shorts she started to get up but with one hand Matt forced her face to the desk and with the other he guided his veined cock into her body. In one
hard thrust he plunged himself deep into her belly, causing her to cry out. Then he pounded her body against the desk with a fury, clearly only caring about his own pleasure. His passion rose quickly and I soon witnessed his stabbing his cock hard into the girl as he filled her with his sperm.
He didn't look at me as he pulled up his pants and left Karen splayed upon the desk, her bare pussy dripping with the product of their mating. I sat there quietly as she regained her composure and we began to chat as she cleaned up with a handy tissue and then pulled her pants back up. With no shame whatsoever, Karen told me of the unbridled sexual lust that Matt had released in her. She even went on to say how she felt even freer once she knew he'd plowed his seed into her young body.
Karen told me she realized that she'd been had when Matt fucked her in the shower their first night and they'd skipped the condom. Feeling him pulse his fertile sperm into her pussy made her feel as if the last tie to her old life had finally been severed and now she could be whoever she wanted to be. No more talk of missions, no getting up extra early for seminary before classes, no bishops pushing their sons on her, and no more of a planned, sanitized life where sex was something she'd have to endure to achieve salvation. She'd been set free from the constraints of her restrictive Mormon lifestyle and she was never going back.
"No more of that shit", she told me as she left for the night,"now I'm free."
I finished reading the Tom Clancy book around four in the morning and headed off to bed. Wiped out, I slept in the next morning and rose around ten. I checked on the kids in the play room and had a cup of coffee with Ashley and Karen before heading back up the stairs for a needed shower. Turning from the landing at the top of the stairs I made my way to the big bathroom at the end of the hallway. I wasn't surprised to hear a gentle moaning coming from Matt's room as I padded past his door. Curiosity got the better of me I wondered who was in there receiving his potent attentions so I decided to steal a peek and I cracked open the door. Predictably, I saw Matt's head in the morning light gently rising and falling between a pair of outstretched legs, but I had no clue who the legs belonged to. Whoever it was, she was getting the royal treatment from the lord of the manor. A tinge of pure jealousy flowed across my heart and then passed. Soon enough, I realized, and I'd be with him again.
Fascinated, I watched with a growing lust as he kissed and sucked and licked the lucky girl into a writhing frenzy. Her hands came down on his head and held his hair as he brought her to a glowing release.
"Rebekah, wasn't that as good as I told you it would be?"
I almost gasped out loud! I pulled back from the door and caught my breath. Was it possible? The proverbial weakest link in the chain of our family was being forged anew this very minute? Damn. I thought for a moment what I should do and then I remembered Karen and Ashley downstairs. Quietly, I turned and headed back to the kitchen.
"Girls, you'll never guess what's going on upstairs!"
"Shit, don't make me guess, just tell us." Ashley put on her pissed-little-sister voice.
"Fine, I won't tell you, then."
"Fuck, I didn't mean it that way, just tell us what's up?"
I looked at Ashley and Karen and held the suspense for a moment.
"I think Rebekah's about to get fucked!"
Speedy Gonzales couldn't get up those stairs as fast and as quietly as the three of us did that day. We got to Matt's door and this time Ashley eased it open a crack so we could hear the conversation.
"Matt, I really liked the thing you did for me, but I can't go all the way with you. I have a life I want to get back to and someone has to say where all four of us went. Our families miss us."
I heard Matt draw a breath in the way he does when he's really horny.
"Sweetie, this can be your family now. Be with me. Be with us. You have more love here than you can ever hope to have anywhere or with anyone else. And besides," he took another deep breath, "look at you lying there on my bed...you're just...delicious."
I couldn't see what was happening but I heard the bedsprings sing as Matt must have been climbing onto the bed. Onto Rebekah. I pushed Ashley aside and peeked in to see what was happening.
"No...no...Matt...we can't..." Rebekah whimpered between kisses as she struggled to push him off. She got a knee between Matt's legs and...
"OOmmph!"
Matt was clearly pissed as he'd moved at the last second, taking a knee in the gut instead of the groin. He fell to one side as Rebekah jumped off the bed.
"You BASTARD!" I TRUSTED you and you just think you can fuck me like this? You asshole. I'm leaving and I'm telling the whole fucking world about you and your little harem up here. It's over."
