Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Holy shit, is she sure she’s not a prostitute because these are the words of a woman used to serving men! Reading my mind, Bess rolls back on the bed, lifting her knees and parting them. Her pink slit glistens wetly, and then the tight drum of her asshole comes into view too.
“Use them,” she says throatily, her eyes inviting. “This is all yours.”
She doesn’t need to say more. Like a madman, my clothes are off in an instant and I mount her, feeling that soft form beneath my hardness. Her eyes go wide when she sees the huge size of my member, but it’s too late. I’m pressing against her tiny hole and with a harsh grunt, I push inside.
“Ohhhh,” she gasps, eyes wide. “Ooooh!”
But then, Bess gushes again and shifts her hips, welcoming me deep. Even more, she slips her hand into Brandon’s pants and begins to rub him while I push into her, bottoming out in this plush woman.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “Oh shit.”
Soon, she’s sucking my brother while I savor her wetness, plunging again and again into her steamy depths.
“Harder,” my brother rasps, his head thrown back as Bess’s cheeks hollow. “Her suction gets more powerful when you dick her deep.”
I’m only too happy to oblige. Soon, I’m pounding into the curvy girl like a machine, but Bess can take it. Her breasts jiggle as I near release, and then with a loud curse and yell, I’m ejaculating into that creamy hole.
“FUCK!” I shout. “Oh shit!”
It’s amazing, and stars twinkle before my eyes as I dump load after load into her wet depths. But Brandon and I know what we like, and we don’t miss a beat. Right after I finish, my twin pulls out of her mouth with a popping sound and takes my place between her legs. When he pushes in, Bess’s eyes go wide with shock.
“We’re going to take you to Heaven baby,” he growls into her ear. “But it’s going to be a rough ride with two men.”
My brother then begins pummeling her as I reach one hand beneath her buttocks to stroke her tender asshole. She cries out, twisting on the bed.
“Oh my god!” is her delirious cry. “Oh god, oh god!”
But it’s too late because I slip one finger into her brown buttonhole just before it clenches down hard.
“Brandon!” she screams. “Ben!”
Waves of ecstasy crash over Bess as her pussy and ass convulse with a powerful climax. My finger is almost forced out as my brother thrusts deep once more, harsh streaks on his cheekbones.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Oh shit!”
I literally feel his cock jerk inside Bess and then male seed fills her chamber to overflowing. He pumps and pumps, the curvy girl taking it all, but there’s just too much. Hot fluid seeps between them, trailing down over her buttocks and coating the finger I have buried in her behind. It’s the perfect lube because I give her a few more delicious ins and outs before pulling out with a pop and massaging that tight pucker.
“Ohhhhh,” Bess moans deliriously, panting with the force of her climax. Her breasts shake and her skin is dewy and glowing as she accepts our virility. “Mmmmm.”
Then, my brother pulls out entirely and we step back to admire our handiwork. Bess’s holes are used and damp, the space between her legs leaking with fluid from both of us. It’s absolutely perfect, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.
“You did great,” I whisper while kissing her lips. Brandon does me one better. He leans between her thighs and begins laving her pussy, trailing his tongue up and down her nether lips.
“Are you sore?” he growls. “We used you hard.”
Bess’s eyes open wide at the dirty comment, but then she relaxes again and giggles.
“Not sore enough,” comes her slightly breathless tone. “I think I could go for round two. What do you say, boys?”
That’s all we need to hear. Soon, Bess is pumped full again, and she loves it all. She takes us over and over again, mewling and crying with delight as tremors shake her curvy form. How did we get so lucky? After all, we met her on a sting, but we’re the ones who have lost our heads.
7
Bess
Three months later.
I stretch luxuriously in the big bed, yawning with a happy smile on my face. Outside, early morning sunlit filters through the partially closed shutters. From the kitchen, the smell of coffee and pancakes waft toward me and my stomach growls. But then my eyes catch sight of the alarm clock next to the mattress and I rub my eyes.
Six in the morning? I think with a groan. But sure enough, the sounds of Ben and Brandon’s chuckles trickle in from the other room. Ugh, cops always have to get up so early. Quickly, I slide out of bed and ease into a fluffy robe hanging on the back of a chair. It’s white and thick, and I burrow happily into the cozy material.