Chapter 19 - Lucky Girl

**Serena / Baby Girl**

I should feel overwhelmed. What Paul did - getting me a third daddy? That’s crazy, right? And I shouldn’t love it, but I do. Garrett is awesome. I would never have known he hadn’t been with a woman before if he hadn’t told me. I honestly am still having trouble believing it. He’s so handsome and fit. His muscled physique was a delight. I’m sure he’s had women after him since he hit puberty. It doesn’t make any sense that he would have saved himself. Maybe I can talk to him about it again. Without the guys there because he seemed to want to hide it from them.

I love that Devon has been so on board with the whole thing. He seemed reticent at first, and I get because so was I. But just like when I met Father and Daddy, I had this instant attraction to Gar- I mean Papa that I couldn’t contain. And being given the go ahead to have another man in my bed, well, that was so hot, it had me throbbing.

I don’t have any relationship history to compare it to, but it wasn’t normal for a woman to have three men hot for her alone. We were a quad. Yes, I had to look it up. Apparently, it was common enough to be found on goo8gle. Polyamory was becoming more mainstream lately, but still, three men that were all mine. I felt like I was in a dream, though I knew I was awake. My dreams had never been so juicy. I was a very lucky girl.
And not only did they want me physically. The took care of me individually. At least so far. Daddy and Father had been doting on me so much. Maybe we were in our honeymoon phase of our relationship, but I hoped they never stopped. I barely had to lift a finger to do anything. They were constantly checking on me and making sure I had everything I wanted or needed.

I had gotten into the habit of going to their office around lunch each day. That stupid cow of a receptionist had been moved to another department and an older woman that minded her own business was at the front desk when I went there now. I never asked which one of the guys had taken care of that, but I’m glad I don’t have to see the other lady’s punishing looks anymore. I wonder if Garrett has an office there too? If so, it must be in another area as I hadn’t seen him before the other night. How will things change, or be different now that Paul was gone?

I miss Daddy terribly. I wish he had told me he was leaving. It still hurts that he left me without saying goodbye. He’d never thrown a tantrum like that before, and I still didn’t know how to deal with it. I want to call and talk with him, but I know he’s in meetings and I don’t know his schedule. I don’t want to distract him. Garrett is still gone getting his things from his apartment so he can move in. I know they each have their own room. I usually sleep between Daddy and Father at night. I hope that Papa will do the same with me and Father. I don’t like it when I don’t have my daddies with me.

I just came from checking on my mother. She is so happy these days. She doesn’t seem to be waiting to die anymore. The nurse takes her out every day to get some fresh air and some sunshine. I don’t know where they go but Mother loves it. Daddy set her up with some new doctor’s and the changes they have prescribed seem to be helping immensely. She can’t be cured but she does seem more comfortable.

I find Devon in the kitchen making some food. He likes to cook and makes a lot of the food we eat. I cook too, especially on the days they guys work, but we also have a chef that comes in to cook several times per week but only dinner. That’s find because I’ve been making the guys lunches and take them to the office in the afternoons. We all usually eat breakfast together as well, even if it’s just toast and coffee. We had a big breakfast yesterday morning, but that was just because it was a weekend.

“Hey Father, you must be hungry. Look at all this food!”


“Making you cum multiple times take it out of me,” he quipped.
I blushed. I loved his filthy words, but it was broad daylight, and we were in the kitchen, not the bedroom.

“I love that I can make you blush, sweetheart. You’re so innocent still.”

“We’re in the kitchen!” I squeaked.

“You’ve never been fucked in the kitchen, baby girl? We need to remedy that,” he said in a husky voice.

Father spun me around and pushed me against the counter top. His hands were quickly at my breasts kneading them under my tank top. He pushed his pelvis against me, and he was already hard.

I gasped at the sensations he drew out of me. I had just been fucked by two men only an hour or so ago, but I was so ready for Father again.

I turned my head and whispered, “Make me a slut for you.”

Father grabs my yoga pants and rips them down my legs.

“Slutty little girls need big dicks in their assholes,”

I whimpered. Father let go for a moment and I heard him lubing up his cock. Where did he find that? But then he is pushing into my dark hole, pulling my hips again to position me the way he needs me.
“Fuck me, Father. Please fuck me hard,” I say as he pushes past my resistance.

He slaps his hips against me and fills me full. He gets a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back.

“Such a little fucking whore for me, Baby Girl. Such a good whore,” he rasped.

He widened his stance and gave it to me hard. I couldn’t spread my legs; all I could do was hold on to the counter while he fucked me like a wild man. Which was crazy because he just had me not so long ago, but he was taking me like we had been separated for weeks. Yeah, I love it. I loved how dirty it was and I knew that it wasn’t so long ago that he watched me get fucked just like this for the first time.

I was trying to keep my voice down, making low moans and grunts but then I felt his fingers move to my clit.

“Father!” I wailed.

“Cum, baby. I need you to cum for me,” he panted.

Soon I felt like I was going to explode,

“I’m going to cum, I’m going… to …,” I huffed.

I would have fallen to my knees if Father wasn’t holding me up. He jerked his hips a few more times and I felt hot bursts of semen release inside me.