Paul woke up only a few minutes later, and started to scream obscenities at them. Since he was tied up and not dead, he figured they'd called the police. When the door bell rang, he immediately shut-up incase he said anything that might actually incriminate him; he'd already figured out that he could claim self-defense as the reason he had the gun.
Paul was slightly confused when several large men entered the house, and simply stepped over him. They completely ignored him as they greeted Julie, Peter and the girls. He had a very bad feeling when they all sat down, and Peter again presented his case to the men. When one of the men suddenly stood, pulled a gun and pointed it at his head, he still didn't know who these men were, but he knew he was a dead man.
The oldest man shouted something in another language and the man with the gun put it away and stomped back to his seat.
"How did his arm get broken, if I may ask?" Kragen asked in a thick Russian accent.
"When he got home a little while ago, he pulled a gun on us, and threatened the girls. Phoebe distracted him, and I took the gun away from him," Peter replied, down playing the whole scene.
"Mr. Tostov, Peter is down playing it by quite a bit. Here's what really happened." Anna said as she triggered the playback of Paul's entry. He hadn't noticed that she'd set a webcam on him.
Kragen watched the whole thing unfold and slowly nodded his head. "I am grateful you have brought all this to my attention, Mrs. Trent. So, please do not misunderstand my next questions; I need to know if this conversation was recorded in any way, and I would like to know what you think we can do with that ... person?"
Julie looked at each of her daughters to be sure. "Mr. Tostov, no recording of this conversation was made, as far as I'm concerned you stopped by to discuss the possibility of our children going out on a date. As for what you can do with that piece of shit, I hope you cut him into little pieces, and feed him to the pigs." She turned back to Kragen. "I know how this works, I spent enough time in your country to learn a few things." She held her hand out to Peter, and he took it. It was clear she wasn't holding hands with her son, but her lover. "Since my husband had left me, emotionally, I've found real love someplace else," She glanced meaningfully up at her son. "I don't think the police would approve of my chosen lover, or the father of my future children."
Kragen smiled and nodded. "You did indeed learn much. I have heard of such things, though the church frowns on them. We will take our leave now, I think." He stood. "It would be good to report him as missing late tomorrow or early the next day, and you have my condolences on the loss of your husband." He turned to his soldiers. "Clean up the mess on Mrs. Trent's floor." When he saw that they were doing as ordered, he turned back and shook Peter's hand. "You have a very special lady in your life now," he glanced sideways at the other three girls and grinned. "Or I should say ladies. Take good care of them, my young friend. Thank you all for your help in this ugly business. I can assure you, it will not trouble you again."
"Thank you Mr. Tostov. I'll sleep better knowing that my girls are safe," Peter replied.
"Call me Kragen, my young friend. Perhaps if I had a son like you, Theresa would not have been harmed by this animal. My family is in your debt." He grinned, "I would introduce you to my daughter, but I think you might have a few wives already!"
"She is still welcome to visit any time she needs to get away. However we might be moving in a couple of months. So it would have to be soon." Julie said as she escorted Kragen toward the door.
"Oh? That is a shame, but I can understand wanting to start a new life after such an event. Perhaps I will bring Theresa over; it may be well that she learns to move past this. Please keep in contact with us. I really think she would like it here," Kragen said. "You have a nontraditional relationship, but the love ... even an old criminal like me can feel it."
Bianca smiled at the big man, and spoke in Russian; shocking her mother. "If she liked it here that much, she may want to join us. Which may be something we would allow if we felt the same way. How would you and your wife feel about that?"
"After such a thing has happened to her, if she found happiness here, who am I to say it is wrong? I have my wife, and I also have many lovers, such as Theresa's mother. We do not have the arrangement you have here, but perhaps we should reconsider our current living arrangements. All of my ladies are good friends," Kragen said thoughtfully.
"There is far more here than strong friendship, sir. I love my sisters and mother as deeply as I love Peter. So much so, that I honestly do not see them as my siblings, but my spouses. We talk about everything, and any actions we make we make as one. This is a very special and unique situation that is not for everyone. You have to be willing to surrender a good share of your own personal control to the group as a whole. There is no room for jealousy," Bianca said.
Kragen nodded to the girl and switched back to English. "I will think on it. My Katerina is a strong woman, but she is also very smart about these things. I will discuss it with her. May I call you tomorrow about Theresa visiting?"
"Of course, I believe you still have my cell number?" Julie said.
"If I know my people, I have all of your cell numbers, home phone numbers and email and something called IP addresses!" Kragen chuckled.
"I wouldn't count on that, Mr. Tostov. Peter wrote our firewall, and it's my job to find holes in it. I can get into any system connected to the internet, but I cannot get through this," Phoebe said.
"Hah! If that is the case, I might wish to buy such a program from you; my people tell me that the feds are constantly trying to get into our systems," Kragen said.
Phoebe typed a few commands into her computer and waited a moment. "You have an older version of it already in place; which is why the government can't get into your computers. They pressure most companies into giving them back doors into these programs, but we didn't cave. Our company is listed outside of their control, and the software can be purchased over the internet. Would you like me to trigger an upgrade, free of charge?"
"Yes please. I should call my computer people to let them know. Thank you again," Kragen replied impressed.
"Peter, you have an urgent request to contact Joel. He's referencing the insurance launch, and claims it's extremely urgent." Phoebe said.
"Kragen, please excuse me; Joel is one of my more important controllers. I really should speak to him, this project involves a substantial amount of money," Peter said, once again shaking Kragen's hand.
"Business is important, I do understand. Please, your wonderful mates will finish showing me out," Kragen said, but it was clear that his interest was peaked.
Peter grinned as he put his ear piece in and hit the speed dial for Joel. "What's the crisis, Joel?"
After a short pause, he looked at Phoebe. "CNN please, we have one of the new spots coming up in two minutes." He switched back to talking to the man on the phone. "Joel calm down – if they ran the wrong commercial it's not too late to change it; they only went on the air three hours ago."
Peter tried to reassure the other man until the commercial finally started, and it was obviously not the one they had approved. The ads were to announce a new insurance company that catered to people that lived alternative lifestyles. The commercial Peter and the girls had approved made it clear that other insurance companies legally and clearly discriminated against homosexual and polyamorous families. The company that Peter and the girls formed refused to discriminate against anyone. However, most of the commercials the ad company had came up with were obviously anti-homosexual, and very much supported the official government stand point while attempting to come across as being against it. None of the original commercials even mentioned multiple partner relationships.
The commercials Peter and the girls had picked heavily criticized the policies of other companies, and made it very clear that this was not the usual insurance company. The team leader from the ad company had two set of ads to show his clients. The set the Peter and the girls had approved had been done by the interns, and not the main stream proven ad guru's. The older more experienced people had made commercials that were blatantly homophobic, reinforced the official government approved stand point on same sex marriages while trying to sound like they opposed them, and none of them even mentioned group marriages.
However, the ads that the interns came up with were exactly what Peter and the girls had asked for. They hammered the hard-line, anti-alternative lifestyle policies of the government and other insurance agencies, and offered affordable, realistic, no-hassle insurance for everyone, regardless of who they loved.
"I see that, Joel. Tell them this had better be corrected within the hour, or we will exercise our right to refuse payment on the entire campaign, and find a company that will actually listen to their customer. I can understand an honest mistake, but if none of the spots we approved are being run, then that is a blatant disregard for our wishes. If they give you any problems, tell them if I have to call the CEO of their agency, to get this straightened out, I will not be a happy camper. Yeah, I know an hour isn't even close to being long enough, but they shouldn't have tried to fuck us for thirty million dollars in the first place. They fix this, fire the project lead, and apologize, or we sue them into bankruptcy. Understood?"
Peter paused, "Yeah, I agree. Now go tear them a new asshole. If they don't fix it within two hours, call Harry Baker and fill him in on the problem." Peter grinned at his sisters. "Talk to you later, Joel."
Kragen had listened to the entire conversation and was amazed. He knew enough about legitimate business to know that if these kids were launching this type of a company, they either had significant backing; something that wouldn't happen considering the customers they wanted to attract, or a very large amount of personal investment capitol. His own business concerns came to a total of a little more than sixty million, and he knew he could never afford to finance a legitimate insurance company.
The big Russian kissed the girls' hands, and left; he had a lot to think about.
Julie slipped up beside her new husband and stood on her tip-toes to whisper in his ear. "You know if you where to rip my pants and undies down, bend me over and power-fuck my tight asshole right here until you came, then just pushed me off it like you didn't give a shit. I'd be totally powerless to stop you." She licked his earlobe, "In fact, I'd probably be too weak to stop you from making me lick and suck you clean. I bet no one has ever deep throated that monster between your legs have they?" She slowly backed away with a coy smile on her lips.
Peter groaned and grabbed her. He held her still with his left hand, and pushed her slacks and panties to the floor with the other. He pushed her over to the couch and forced her over the back. He continued to hold the gently struggling woman down with his left hand while he freed his now steel-hard shaft with his right. He stroked it once, before ramming it into her tight cunt from the rear.
Julie cried out in pain and pleasure; almost cumming from the way he was treating her alone. This is exactly what she needed; what she wanted her man to do to her. Her man slammed into her cunt with no regard for her at all, just to get his cock wet. (No problem there as she was soaked and still dripping his cum from earlier.)
When he pulled out of her, she actually held a little fear about this, she was by no means sure he would fit in her ass. It had been years since she had a cock up there, and it hadn't been the size of her son. However, she had done this to herself, and would take the consequences no matter how much it hurt ... or she came.
Peter didn't actually ram into her the first time, which was a good thing, but he didn't exactly go easy on her. When he pulled out of her, he placed the tip of his wide cock to her tightly puckered hole. She almost came again as she felt his powerful cock force her small ass to open to him. He didn't stop there either, he slowly pushed more and more of his cock into her, until all eleven, fat inches were up her tiny ass. Just like when he took her pussy.
Peter groaned because of the nastiness of this act, but mostly because his mother's asshole was the tightest hole he had ever pushed his cock into. Looking down at her impossibly small looking ass, skewered on his cock, he grabbed her hips and fucked her slowly, but firmly. She felt so good on his cock that he actually lifted her off the ground and used her asshole to stroke the length of his stiff cock.
Julie was going crazy with lust. The mammoth shaft stuffed up her ass burned and was causing cramps, but it was all pure pleasure to her. She screamed almost constantly as she was used. This is what she had needed. This was what she'd craved for years. This beautiful, wonderful man was ass-fucking her so well, she felt like she was one constant, pulsing orgasm attached to his prick; god it felt so good. She knew she couldn't do this all the time, but she would never stop him if he ever took her like this again.
The girls watched their two lovers with a little fear for their mother. She was screaming, and tears were flowing down her face. The only thing that held them back was they could feel her orgasms and profound contentment in being used like this. They did creep closer to get a good look at her tiny ass stretched onto his huge cock. It was a very erotic sight.
Peter knew he wasn't going to last long, he could already feel his balls tightening. He sped up the stroking on his cock and sure enough, he exploded into Julie's bowels. His instinct was to snuggle her to him and love her for the gift she had given him, but he remembered her wishes.
He pushed her off his cock, and she literally fell back to the floor and forward onto the couch. He walked around in front of her lifted her head by her hair, and fed his cock to her. While this kinda grossed him out, at least his cock had looked clean.
Julie, knowing her dream wasn't over yet, happily opened her mouth, and took his cock in. She hummed in happiness and stroked his softening cock as she licked and cleaned him. Finally, she sucked him in and, even though he was almost completely soft, his size was still formidable. She began to give him a blow job. She felt him responding to her efforts. She waited until he was about half hard before she slipped him down her throat the first time.
She grinned to herself when she felt him grow rapidly as he felt it. She kept him down her throat as long as she could, but needed to breath, so she backed off and just sucked him for a little bit. He was the largest she had ever done this with, and wouldn't want to try it with anyone bigger; if there actually was anyone bigger.
Julie grabbed Peter's hands and placed them on each side of her head as she looked up at him, hoping he'd take the hint. She closed her eyes, and pushed him back down her throat.
Peter took the hint and began fucking her face. Since he had just cum, (for the second time in about an hour and a half) he felt he was in no danger of shooting anytime soon.
Julie put one hand on his hip to help hold her up, but the other was busy between her legs. She knew he wouldn't be ready to shoot again for a while, but Julie was the more experienced of them. She got her middle finger thoroughly coated in her pussy juice, then reached between his legs like she was going to play with his balls, but instead she pressed a finger up his ass.
He rammed his cock completely down her throat and screamed. She felt him rapidly expand then pulse as his hard shaft worked to expel a load of semen. He shook like someone had stuck an electrical cord up his ass, and pumped his load right into her belly.
He finally collapsed, and Julie pulled him out far enough to help guide him to the couch, but also kept sucking his still flowing dick. They ended up with him sitting on the couch, and Julie on her knees between his legs, licking the last of his spend from the sides of the rapidly wilting shaft.