Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
OMG! I think. Karen wasn’t lying because he’s HUGE!
Then Skye teasingly licks his tool as Carl tunnels his fingers through her blonde hair. Meanwhile, the third man circles behind Skye and begins playing in the space between her legs, making her moan as her cheeks bulge with Carl’s meat. I watch with shocked eyes as the three men and two girls enjoy each other without any inhibitions whatsoever. I’ve never witnessed an orgy before, and this scenario breaks through all my boundaries, making me pant and grow hot just watching the depravity.
Soon, Carl is penetrating the pretty blonde, her head tossing with excited pants as she bounces up and down in his lap. Her breasts jiggle as his big hands circle her tiny waist and then with simultaneous cries, they both burst. I watch as the underside of his tool literally pulses before he shoots, and then a tell-tale trickle of cream comes oozing out from where they’re joined.
“Fuck,” my handsome neighbor rasps, looking around. “That was amazing.” Skye merely mewls something indistinguishable as Genesis, Frank and Dylan finish enjoying each other as well.
But I’ve had enough. My heart pounding and eyes wide, I stealthily creep back to the fence door and let myself out. I can still hear breathy pants and delighted moans as the party continues, but there’s no need to stay any longer. I’ve seen the weapon that Carl Jager wields, and now, I need it more than ever.
4
Carl
I need to thank my buddy for introducing me to City Girls because Genesis and Skye were exactly what we were looking for. Frank told me that it’s mostly a high-end escort agency, but I guess there are exceptions to every rule if you know who to ask. In this case, I wanted women who like to share, and we got what we paid for. Genesis and Skye were hungry and lush, just the way me and my friends prefer.
But then my phone sounds with a shrill ring, and I sigh. I really don’t want to talk to anyone right now, but it’s a fellow firefighter, and it could be important.
“Hey, Rob,” I greet gruffly.
“Carl, my man. How’s your day off going?”
I stretch my arms over my head, cracking my back with the motion.
“Amazing, so I really hope you don’t need me to come in.”
Rob laughs, his voice sympathetic.
“Don’t worry, my friend, you’re safe for the night. But where did you put those applications we got in on Monday?”
“Second drawer on the left.”
There’s a shuffling sound, and then Rob whistles. “Thanks, my man. Appreciate it.”
I merely sigh.
“No prob, dude. Call if you have more questions.”
We hang up and I tuck the phone in my pocket. I love my job but there are parts of it that frankly, suck. Every fireman has to do some paperwork, but my buddy is especially bad at shuffling papers. It doubly sucks because I don’t think Rob will be able to get ahead unless he gets this shit done, even though reading and writing don’t exactly come second nature to him.
But it is what it is. My dad is a retired fireman, and it’s what I’ve always wanted to be since I was a kid. Plus, my father was always honest about the job with me. Even when I was a child, he emphasized that firefighting isn’t just about plunging into burning buildings and rescuing lives. Like any job, there are tedious parts like cleaning equipment, taking out the garbage, and paperwork.
But I’m able to manage it. It’s not just the physicality of the job that attracts me, nor the heroics. It’s the fact that it’s a meaningful position, and I appreciate living and working in Monroe Township. Engine 91 is more than your local firefighting crew. We also do community outreach, neighborhood watches, and we’re currently being trained on Covid protocols and homeless outreach. Paperwork is the least of my worries.
But today’s my day off, and I look out the window into the backyard. There are still some beer cans littering the table that need to be cleaned up, and for some reason, the hedges look a little off-kilter. But it’s fine. I’ll spend next weekend trimming and cutting until the yard’s perfect.
Then, a sly smile crosses over my features. My neighbor Colleen thought she was so well hidden, sneaking around the side and ducking behind the bushes on the left of the garden. I don’t blame her because the foliage there is especially dense, and because it was already twilight by the time she arrived, so she probably thought she was being very sneaky.
But what she doesn’t realize is that I knew my curvy neighbor was watching the entire time. I saw how her eyes widened when Genesis and Skye arrived, and how her mouth fell open when the debauchery began. I also saw how she touched herself when I sprang from my shorts, and even heard the low moan of need as she witnessed one of the girls satisfy me.