Building A Future

After I bend Rebecca Bale table I roughly use her body as a masterbation tool. She comes three times copiously over my massive cock stretching her sore cunt back out before I deposit my virile thick baby batter up into her baby maker.

I decide to start attending practice and declare myself for this redneck university town. The choice is widely questioned by armchair quarterbacks the nation over as the school’s football team is only seeded half way up the charts and is in a rebuilding phase. Which I think shows their stupidity as a rebuilding phase means it is a prime choice for a freshman like me.

Having Rebecca Bale the Protocol Coordinator for Princess Kate, Clarissa, and Sarah Bale proves to be both a blessing and definitive in my future. Rebecca sends a message to me during lunch stating she moved my stuff to a new address. Kate moved fast with finding herself a pied-à-terre near the athletic center.

I may have objected except I realized my choices have radically altered the Princess’s future, as well as her two friends and the mother Rebecca. I am far from an ignorant black athlete, and study a lot. A while ago, I decided that I would help raise any children that I had. I had refrained from using protection with any of them. Seemingly, I am just lucky they all are accepting this new polyamorous union with each other and me.

That also seems to work well for my proclivity to fuck outrageously beautiful women regardless of what they may choose to think beforehand. Afterwards they always left wanting more, as bitches they are. Building a future with a family thick with old money is just good for business.

The coaches and the team are dithyrambically ecstatic with me attending practice today instead of just watching or even blowing them off and not attending. As practices went it went very well as I felt exhausted with all of my muscles throbbing in pain.

A teammate drops me off at my new address and I find Rebecca already standing out there on the front walkway to the driveway. The team captain whistles appreciatively as Rebecca is scantily clad and is without reservation on who owns her beautiful elegant white arse. She appears as Shania Twain’s sister would if she had one.

“You only know a quarter of it.” Rebecca smiles and shamelessly allows me to grope her as we French kiss in publik. I am beginning to fall for this woman, with how eager she is to help me choose to be happy.

“Dwayne, you should throw a party then and show us your significant others.” The team captain suggests after rolling down the window of the passenger door that I had previously closed.

“That is a wonderful idea! Princess Kate, Clarissa, and my daughter Sarah will love showing off our Dwayne as much as I will.”

After the team captain laughs and drives off Rebecca whispers in my ear. “Of course that will be after each of us are confirmed pregnant with your child. Would want anyone intruding on our civil union.”