Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
I gasp, turning to look at him with wide eyes as both men let out low, rough chuckles. Fisting? Isn’t that something that only happens in fiction? But from the gleams in their blue eyes, I know that Ryder and Ranger are going to show me everything, and that I’ll love every single second with these men.
17
Ranger
She wears us out.
It’s the truth.
There’s only one of Bethany, and there’s two of us. Not to mention she’s only five four and a curvy little thing, whereas we’re six four and huge, muscular, men.
Yet Bethany does it to us. She’s such a slutty little girl, letting us use her cunt and ass any way we want. As a result, Ryder and I are often the ones gasping and panting afterwards, totally worn out while trying to get oxygen in our lungs.
Plus, she’s got a dirty mind that we adore. After we’re done, Bethany will often sit up and pull her pussy lips apart, showing us the cream oozing from her two holes.
“Look,” she mewls. “It’s dripping.”
It’s true. Ryder and I have been blasting gallons into her ever since we began possessing that sweet body. She brings out the best in us, and it seems that our loads have been getting bigger and our orgasms more intense too. Last time, I practically blacked out from the pleasure which wasn’t good, seeing that we were at the zoo.
But I love it all the same. This girl is special because she takes us to new heights, and makes the unexpected come true. I thought that she was going to dilly-dally when it came to introducing her son Danny, but she was immediately receptive to the idea, and within a week, we are at the zoo with the cute, chubby toddler.
And when we mentioned getting pregnant? Bethany said she wanted not four, but six children. Ryder and I were ecstatic, and desperate to seed her immediately because we want a family as soon as possible. Who knew that our thoughts and wishes were so aligned?
Finally, when it came down to the double vaginal, our girl was more than willing to try, and not just that, but she took it so good. Her pussy stretched to accommodate us both as she moaned and mewled, giving it her all. That curvy body is made for us, and I can’t imagine life being better in any way.
I turn to my partner.
“I want to take her out again,” I say. “She’s amazing.”
Ryder looks up from his desk.
“Absolutely,” he agrees. “Bethany’s perfect for us in every way, and I can’t wait to see her again.”
I think for a bit. What should we do? Now that we’ve met Danny, our relationship feels so much more legitimate. I’d been afraid that Bethany wasn’t taking us seriously – maybe she thought we were just two guys that she was going to toy with and then discard. But introducing us to her son opens new vistas, and makes me feel like this could be something serious.
“You know, why don’t we do something that includes Danny again?” I ask. “You know, something the little boy will really like.”
Ryder raises an eyebrow at me.
“Like what? The zoo was pretty awesome. What else do two year olds like?”
Hmm, that’s a good question. To be honest, I don’t really know, so I start surfing around on the web. There’s Adventureland, which seems awesome except that there are very few kiddie rides. Everything has a height restriction, and unfortunately, Danny isn’t four feet tall yet.
There’s also a Children’s Museum, but something tells me that Bethany’s probably already been a million times. She’s a devoted mom, and this kind of thing seems like something she’d do with Danny multiple times on her own. By contrast, I want to do something special for them, and to really knock her socks off. I want to do something extraordinary that will make her inhale with delight, and laugh with joy. Suddenly it becomes obvious what we should do.
“Let’s rent out a fire station for Bethany and Danny,” I say excitedly. “You saw how much Danny loves his toy firetrucks, and how he went ga-ga when that one fire truck went by with its siren squealing.”
Ryder pauses for a moment. It’s true. Bethany’s son went nuts at the big red truck and its wailing sirens, and he’s probably never been to a real-live station before. But my business partner frowns.
“I don’t think they’re going to let you rent out a fire station,” he says. “They have work to do. They’re not going to clear the station just because you pay them money.”
I shake my head.
“You never know until you try,” I say. “I once saw an Indian wedding on West 34th Street on a Saturday afternoon. They blocked off a street in Manhattan so that the groom could ride down the lane on his white horse wearing finery. So something has to be possible.”