Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Fat fucking chance.
They stood before me in matching outfits that drove me crazy with need.
They wore pretty pink Mary-Jane heels with white stockings, pink bows made out of silk adorning their thighs at the top, lace wrapping around their slim pins. They both wore scandalously small panties, not quite thongs – more innocent, more demure than that. Their bras were open in the front, adorned with silk bows just like the stockings, and their tits were on full display. Rosy, hard and sweet nipples staring me right in the face, and the smell of their pussies ripe in the air.
Their hair was plaited in two braids adorned with pink ribbons, and they looked like more trouble than ever. They looked at each other and giggled when they saw my poor body’s reaction.
And what was even worse, dressed up like this, exactly alike, I had trouble telling them apart, and the little bitches knew it.
One of them wore her hair parted to the left side and the other to the right, and I had no idea which one was which. Fuck me. Fucking damnit.
“What-what have you done?”
My words came out slow, slurred and strange. My tongue was heavy and thick in my mouth. I could barely speak. The only thing I was aware of, painfully so, was my cock that seemed ready to burst. It was so fucking hard, it strained against my trousers, hard and ready for them, dripping with precum that was already staining the front of my pants. And yet, I couldn’t do a single fucking thing about it. My limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and my head with cotton. All I was aware of was this fucking insatiable lust for them. My girls. My little girls.
My cock stood out between my legs, my pants nearly torn by the sheer force of it sticking up. My whole body was pumping blood into it, so much so I couldn’t think about a single thing but putting it in either of them. Any hole would do. Any wet, warm little hole that would fit me as fucking perfectly as my two girls did.
And then, suddenly, they were both on me.
On top of me, on the side, below me, touching me, stripping me naked, nails clawing me, fingers tearing at my clothes. My mind was fucking fuzzy as hell, but I sure as shit felt them.
I didn’t understand what was happening, I just fucking let it happen.
One of them stripping my pants off so fucking hungrily. The other giggling behind me, wrapping her arms so fucking tenderly around my neck, like they’d both done so many times before.
I looked down, at my lap, and watched one of them strip me bare. My cock sprang free, precum flowing down my tip. I’d never felt like this before. So fucking horny I felt insane with the sheer need and absolute desire to sink myself into either of them. But I couldn’t even fucking move.
They dragged my office chair to the middle of the study, their hot little bodies desperate, my fingers too heavy to touch their perky tits, their bubble butts, their sweet dripping pussies.
I would have felt sorry for myself if I wasn’t so fucking desperate to fuck a tight, young little pussy.
One of the girls got on top of me.
She pulled my hands against her and I exhaled harshly when I felt her satin-smooth skin beneath my fingertips. Perfect, fucking perfect sweet little girl, so fucking sweet I wanted to lick her until I got to her damn center.
Amanda. It had to be Amanda.
The other one was still hugging me from the back so sweetly, something Kendall would do.
“Mandy,” I managed to get out. “Fucking don’t, don’t do this.”
She giggled and wiggled her butt on top of my dick, rubbing her cheeks all over my cock soaked in my own juices, smearing them over her pretty little panties.
“Don’t you recognize me, Daddy?” she asked sweetly, and I groaned.
“Kendall,” I whispered. My sweet girl. My first mistake. My favorite one. “Kendall, please… F-fucking stop this… S-stop this madness…”
“I don’t think so,” Amanda whispered in my ear, her fingers clutching my hair and pulling my head back.
She kissed my mouth like she had every right to do so, right in front of her twin. I felt Kendall getting on top of me, pushing her panties aside, her sweet little cunt dripping all over my cock. So fucking desperate to please and have something hard inside that tight pussy. Almost as desperate as I felt. Only she could actually do something about it, and all I could manage was to groan and try not to burst as she rubbed her peachy cunt all over me.
She started pushing down as Amanda kissed me, sweet, forbidden kisses, her tongue lapping at mine. I tried to fucking yell at Kendall, tell her we’d just decided to use rubbers, to fucking get the hell off me and at least put something on before she impaled herself on my dick.