Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
Bree
It was my idea for Jack and Arthur to take me together. The three-ways have gone over marvelously well with my audience in the past, and honestly, that’s what I want.
Nice big satyr dick in my ass.
They play rock-paper-scissors over who will go where, because both of them want the chance to be the dad. Can’t say I’ve ever had men fight over my pussy before.
Jack loses, his rock to Arthur’s paper, but he accepts his fate with a smile at me.
“This will be fun,” he says as he strips down.
“What did you decide on?” I climb onto the bed, still naked from before. “For a name?”
“Jackson.”
My brain stutters as I reach to turn on the camera.
“Really?” Arthur asks him as he kicks off his pants. “Jack…son?”
Jack arches an eyebrow. “Do you have a problem with it?”
“N-no, I think it’s fine.” Arthur shoots me a panicked look. “Right? It’s fine.”
“Sure.” I work hard to keep the grin off my face. “Jackson it is.”
Jack nods smartly as I flip on the feed again. I introduce “Rick,” and the chat is happy to see him again.
Arthur crawls across the bed in my direction and then pounces on me, pushing me down to the blankets. He looks almost feral as he grinds his cock against my hips, showing me what he wants to do to me.
“Now hold on,” calls Jack from off-screen, just like we agreed. “Not without me, Rick.”
He climbs onto the bed, too, coming up behind Arthur to palm his ass. From the corner of my eye, I can see messages filling the chat.
who is that?!
omigod, another satyr? where are they all coming from?
Sienna has a petting zoo in her house.
“Welcome to the stream, Jackson,” I say, winking at the camera.
Jack grunts.
“I need to breed her,” whimpers Arthur, and I can’t tell if it’s real or part of the show. “Right now.”
“Then I’ll help you,” Jack says in a soothing tone. “But you have to share with me.”
He reaches between us to wrap his hand around Arthur’s cock, then drags it down between my legs. I part them wider, and Arthur moans the moment Jack guides him inside me. I’m still slick with Bennett, so he slides in halfway on his first thrust.
My legs tighten around his hips.
“Is that better, Rick?” asks Jack, running his hand along my thigh. “Being inside her?”
“Y-yes.” Arthur’s voice hitches as Jack pushes down on his ass, which shoves him into me even deeper. I moan, too, and Arthur grins down at me. His genuine, loving nature is so plain on his face even when he’s in the middle of sex, it’s frankly adorable.
Jack’s expression behind him is much more stern, much more focused, as he pulls Arthur back out again. He sets our pace for us, forcing Arthur in and out. The chat is going ballistic, but I don’t care.
“Jackson,” I call out, reaching for him. “I need you, too.”
A wicked look crosses Jack’s face, and I love the way his nose crinkles as he sits back, observing us.
“Turn over,” he instructs.
Arthur halts his frantic movements, his chest heaving.
He smirks down at me as he wraps his hands around my waist, then in one motion, rolls us over.
Now I’m on top of him, and we’re still connected.
Jack corrects our position until the cam is pointed right where we’re joined, and I can see Arthur’s wet cock buried deep inside me in rather impressive detail.
I didn’t think Jack would get so… into it. Working it for the camera. He almost seems to like it.
“There we are.” Jack pats my rump as he kneels behind me and reaches for the big bottle of lube.
He pours it out into his palm, then coats his dick with it.
Squirting out even more lube, he runs his wet finger along the outer ring of my ass before squeezing the tip inside me.
I moan at just this intrusion with Arthur already inside me, and Jack chuckles.
“Can’t wait to make you scream.”
Once he’s got me slick with lube, he positions himself behind me, and I feel his tip prodding at my ass.
“I’m going to go slow,” he whispers to me, then pushes through.
“Oh, fuck!” Immediately, I’m full, so full, and he’s only gotten the head inside me. Arthur grins up at me as Jack pushes deeper.
“You like that?” he asks, remaining still. “Both of us inside you?”
“Yes,” I moan as Arthur lowers his hips into the bed, then thrusts up at the same moment Jack fully seats himself. Now I’m completely stuffed, overflowing, and I’m already at the brink. “You’re”—I gasp as they pull out at the same time—“incredible.”
I can see the chat going batshit, and people are throwing money at us. Soon my vision goes blurry as my cries erupt into screams. Arthur’s eyes are rolled back in his head in ecstasy.
“You’re so tight with him inside you, too,” Arthur groans as the two of them work together. “I can’t wait to breed that pussy. Stuff it full.”
He lets out a ragged moan as he jams himself deep and I feel him release, his whole cock swelling—which launches my own orgasm. It’s so intense and bright that it nearly blinds me.
That’s when Jack pulls out, and he grunts as something wet splatters my ass. He hums over my shoulder. “You look good all covered in my cum.”
I collapse onto Arthur, and I feel Jack pat my butt as he goes to retrieve a towel from Bennett. When I look back at the computer screen, though, I find a dozen messages from a single user flooding the chat:
GingerWatchman.
What is this shit?
Why are they back?
This is disgusting.
When I gasp, Arthur peers down over my shoulder.
“Whoa.” He cocks his head. “Man, what? Are they always like this?”
Jack and Bennett join us, and I close the chat.
“What was that, Bree?” asks Jack.
“Just a guy who’s been following me for a long time. But he’s harmless.” I think. I hope.
“Harmless?” Arthur’s aghast. “That isn’t harmless.”
“Can you ban him?” asks Bennett.
I frown. “But he’s a big tipper.”
“So? You don’t deserve to be spoken to that way. How you run your stream is your business.”
Bennett seems pretty firm on this point, as much as it pains me to think about cutting off the cash flow.
“You’re probably right.” I sigh and flop to the bed, covering my face. “I just… I don’t want to make him mad.”
“Why? Who cares?” asks Arthur.
“He…” I hesitate, knowing this is going to go badly. “He knows my real name.”
Bennett’s mouth falls open. “No way.”
“He called me ‘Bree’ the other day.”
Jack scowls deeply as he joins us on the bed.
“You need to ban him,” he says gruffly. “And report his account.”
“Then let me check your privacy settings,” chimes in Bennett. “He might have scraped it from your domain registration.”
As much as I don’t like the fact they’re all ganging up on me… they’re also probably right. GingerWatchman went over the top tonight.
With a sigh, I find his user account and hit the BAN button. It flashes a red message asking me to confirm, so I do hesitantly, then file a report citing privacy concerns. When it’s done, Jack gives me a pat on the head.
“Good girl.”
Why is that really fucking hot? I want to be Jack’s good girl.
After setting aside the computer, Arthur, Bennett, and Jack all lie down on the big bed with me. We curl up together, limbs tangled up with limbs, and I completely forget about brushing my teeth before I pass out on Jack’s shoulder.
Arthur
What happened last night worries me into the next morning while I wait for my wonderful lovers to wake up.
But I try not to let it show when Bree opens bleary eyes and looks up into mine.
Her face breaks out in a smile that melts my heart into a pathetic puddle, so I lean down to peck her plump lips even though she has a tiny bit of drool on her cheek.
Jack, Bennett and I will have a talk about this GingerWatchman thing later.
Bree hobbles a little as we migrate to the kitchen to make breakfast, and I snort as she takes a seat and winces.
“We sure did a number on you, huh?” I ask as I get right to pulling out a carton of eggs and a package of sausage.
She nods, a little grin teasing her lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed that hard in my life.”
Jack looks rather proud of himself as I serve up orange juice, then get to cooking. Chatter picks up at the table, and I’m simply enamored to be here, thinking about what my sperm might be up to right now.
Damn. I falter, though, thinking about the money and the contract. I wish that part were different. I wish Bree was our wife, who lived in our home where we could take care of her while she carries our fawn. Then I could protect her better, too, from weirdos like that.
It’s a lazy Sunday, so we take our time. I pay attention to Bree’s cues, waiting for her to tell us to leave—but she doesn’t. In fact, she invites us to come to the tea shop where she used to work to meet her friend, then offers to go walking around downtown.
It sounds like a date, and I’m fully down for that. I’m also excited to meet one of Bree’s friends, and I hope they approve of us. When we stop by our house on the way, I make sure to put on my best button-up and brush my curly hair.
The shop is adorable, sitting above a boutique with a second-floor porch. When we step through the door, a tiny girl behind the counter frantically waves at us. She abandons her customer to come hug Bree, then gazes in awe at the three of us.
“Wow,” she says. “They’re hot, dude!”
“I know!” Bree pushes her away. “Go finish your shift and then hang with us on the porch.”
“Sure. I’ll bring something out in a few minutes.”
The customers waiting in line grumble as we pass them, and Bree gives a little guilty wave.
We’re enjoying the sunshine when Bree’s friend joins us with a big carafe of iced tea, and hurriedly pours one for each of us as she starts talking.
“Oh my gosh, so glad you guys stopped by,” she says, finding her own seat eagerly.
“My break’s only fifteen minutes, but you can stay as long as you want.
Michelle doesn’t care if it’s you, Bree.
” Her attention turns to me, and a mischievous smile shows off her not-quite-straight teeth. “I’m Tilly. And you must be Mangelli.”
I flash her a winning smile. “Yep, that’s me. But you can really call me Arthur.”
“Got it.” Her eyes keep traveling around the table. “And you are… Bennett?”
Bennett gives her a really cheesy thumbs up.
“And Jack.” Tilly’s gaze lands on Jack. “You’re the mean one.”
Bree gasps. “Tilly!”
“What?” She crosses her arms. “He was.”
“He had good reason to—” Bree begins, before Jack jumps in.
“She’s right. I am kind of mean.” He actually chuckles. “Not my best quality. But learning and growing every day, right?”
This must be the right answer because Tilly sits up straight in her seat and says, “Bingo!”
Bree shakes her head, and Jack reaches over to rub her back.
He whispers something in her ear I can’t hear, but Bree looks pleased by whatever he said, and she hugs his arm.
They stay like that the rest of our visit at the tea shop, and even hold hands as we go wandering around downtown.
Bennett and I exchange knowing looks. Our plan is going, well, according to plan.
Then, far too soon, the afternoon is over. We drop Bree off at home and say goodbye, but I wish we didn’t have to.