Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
But the girl was young and elastic, and things happened faster than usual. Tina arched her back, throwing her head back, eyes closed as if in concentration and moaned, a loud, low guttural sound deep in her throat.
“Ahhhh,” she grunted, thrusting her hips back while pressing her boobs against my bro’s chest, and with a little pop, my dick slipped up that back passage, her sphincter giving it up, worming into her ass, her anus violated, pulled, twisted, and penetrated.
“Ahhhh,” the brunette grunted again once we were both buried deep, balls to the wall and ready to fire. My bro and I ran our dicks into her, one-two, one-two, in-out, in-out, in a syncopated rhythm, slowly at first but as the girl loosened, her cunt juicing, we picked up the pace.
“Oh … yeah …,” ground out Kato between thrusts, “her cunt’s even tighter with your dick inside.”
“Fuuuuck,” I growled in reply, pushing into her ass cavern, savoring the slide. “Fuck.”
And after a couple minutes of delicious grinding, the pound hard, hot and heavy, flesh slapping in the most obscene way, the three of us came, Tina creaming like a volcano, her pussy clenching and spasming uncontrollably on our cocks, so hard, so violently, that it almost pushed our dicks out. But it was too late because my bro and I were shooting as well, spewing our jism, releasing man milk into her sweet, tight body, the insides of her pussy and ass sprayed with the finest white this side of the Mediterranean.
And after it was over, the girl collapsed into our arms, her curvy, sweet body sweaty and delectable, thoroughly fucked and sated.
“You like?” I rumbled in her ear, one hand lightly skimming over her tummy. It wasn’t flat, but rather gently rounded, the curve beautiful and fleshy.
“Oh yeah,” she sighed, stretching a bit between us, shivering because we were still embedded deep in her body. “Oh yeah.”
And that was our introduction to the beautiful Lady Christina Sterling, heiress to an ancient fortune, scion of the powerful Sterling family, daughter of Lord and Lady Sterling who happened to own half of Andorra City. That’s right. Kato and Karl Smith, blue collar merchant marines without a penny to our names had just one-and-done one of the most eligible women in Europe.
CHRISTINA
“So how’d it go?” asked Maggie crossly.
I could tell from my friend’s body language that she didn’t really want to know. She was morbidly curious and didn’t really want to hear about my night with Karl and Kato, or if she did, she was hoping it’d sucked.
So I fibbed and pretended like I hadn’t been completely blown away, my body humming with energy, my cunt and ass sore and aching from the deep drill I’d gotten, a little moisture still seeping from my secret space.
“Um, it was okay,” I hedged. “The twins were nice.”
“Nice, how so?” asked Maggie, her arms crossed over her chest. She was still looking at me accusingly, so I tried to defuse the situation.
“Well, you know,” I said lamely. “We didn’t do much, just talked a little outside.”
My friend snorted. “Talk?” she asked disbelievingly. “Those guys aren’t talkers, they’re into action.”
And that was true, but Mags didn’t need to know just how accurate her words were.
“Okay,” I confessed. “We kissed, maybe petted a little, but it didn’t go very far. I mean, Mags, it’s not like I’m on birth control or anything, and the guys weren’t packing condoms either.”
Maggie nodded then. That satisfied her because she knew I was militant about stuff like that … except I hadn’t been last night. Oh shit, oh shit. What can I say? It’d all happened so fast, and Karl and Kato were the hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on. I’d been desperate to do them and when opportunity presents itself … well, it was too late now. All I can say is that I took Plan B this morning, thank god that stuff is over-the-counter.
But Mags was placated somewhat.
“Did you get their numbers?” she asked, yawning a little. It was early and we were both at the airport with our suitcases. Yep, it was time to leave for finishing school, mine in St. Venetia, hers in France.
I laughed.
“Mags, those guys are sailors. I don’t think they have cell phones out on the high seas,” I said gently.
“Well maybe you could call them on satellite or something,” she yawned again, looking around the airport. “Who knows? A lot of fancy yachts have satellite phones these days, for emergencies at least.”
That was true, but I didn’t think the U.S. Navy was going to let Karl and Kato take calls from me as an emergency.
“Nah, we didn’t exchange any information,” I said casually. “We just left it.” I thought back to our good-bye and began flushing, remembering how Kato and Karl had stroked me, petted me, spanked me on the ass before tucking in their dicks and helping me into my outfit once more. I’d wobbled off, breathing heavily still, hopping into a cab while my head whirled, my body loose and jiggly, completely sated.