Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
With that, Cindy begins to bounce up and down on Brent’s shaft, her slick pussy and violated bottom on display as she moves on his thick cock. A slick of white smears on my brother’s dick as she bounces, and it’s obviously his pre-come. My twin is already beginning to lose it early in the sex session because our girl is too sexy and irresistible. Shit, Cindy’s going to push him over the edge within minutes at this rate.
As a result, I stand on the mattress before tapping Cindy’s cheek with my iron rod, determined to get my fill.
“Open,” I command in a dark voice. “I want to see you suck.”
Of course, our beautiful girl immediately obeys. Her plush lips part and within seconds, my massive man meat is all the way down her throat so that her nose is pushed against my groin.
“Mmmm!” Cindy wails, her cheeks bulging as saliva drips from her chin. “Mmmph!”
“I love how you stifle your gag reflex,” I moan while trailing big hands through her blonde tresses. “We’ve taught you well.”
Of course, Cindy can’t reply but I feel the suction on my cock increase and let out another moan because her mouth is pure sex. That’s the only way to put it. The suction is powerful, and as I begin face-fucking her, she doesn’t resist. My hands are on the back of her skull to pull her even closer so that she chokes a bit, letting out a gurgle, but the pretty blonde doesn’t balk. If anything, her throat opens even more as viscous streams of saliva drip off her chin.
“You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy,” I pant while face-fucking the gorgeous girl. Meanwhile, she’s being held in place by Brent’s hands on her narrow waist as his hips thrust upwards in a forceful, piston-like motion.
“Your ass is so tight,” he moans. “It’s milking my shaft. Oh shit shit shit. FUCK!”
His cock throbs and ejaculates, filling our girl’s asshole full of cream as I, too, let go. My abs tighten as my come shoot pulses, and then Cindy’s getting a mouthful of hot jism as she chokes and sputters a bit, her body absorbing sperm from two different sources simultaneously. Our howls and shrieks pierce the air, but suddenly, I’m aware of a ray of light on our bodies and to my fury, I realize that there are two figures standing in the doorway watching us.
“What the fuck?” I roar, still pulsing down Cindy’s throat as she struggles to swallow my semen. The cream overflows from the corner of her mouth, a white trail leaking down her chin as I push her face forwards on my shaft. Meanwhile, my brother continues to shout and ejaculate into her asshole, our girl’s big breasts bouncing as he finds his climax in the sordidness of filthy anal sex.
“Fuck!” Brent roars. “Oh shit!”
But the two people in the doorway are now screaming as well.
“Do you have that girl chained up?” a stout woman shrieks. “Oh my god, is she getting enough air?”
“Holy shit,” Coach Mason rasps, his eyes practically popping from his sockets. “I knew football players were fucked up, but I had no idea things could get this fucked up.”
It’s then that I know we’re in trouble because the scene is rancid to the max. A girl wearing a leash and collar is chained to our bed, marked with our initials on her butt cheeks. Not only that, but she’s simultaneously being fucked in the ass and face by two huge, dominant alpha males. I think the only question is ... are we going to be expelled, or is something even worse coming down the pike?
11
Cindy
“No, they’re my boyfriends!” I protest to the stout woman. “I know what you saw was obscene, but I wanted to be with Brent and Brandon like that.”
Susan Carroll, the Associate Dean of Inclusion and Belonging at Western University, shakes her head, her square figure trembling with outrage mixed with horror.
“No, Cindy, you don’t know,” she says in a firm tone. “Brent and Brandon Coleman are masterminds. They’re manipulating you so that you think you want it, but you don’t. No woman should be put in such a subservient position, and there was a massive power imbalance present. They had no right to do that to you.”
“No, but I wanted it!” I protest again, my cheeks reddening. “I know what it looks like, but there was no coercion on their part—”
Susan Carroll interrupts, her round face flushed.
“I saw you in a leash and collar, young woman. I saw that you were choking and helpless—”
“But they were plastic chain links,” I emphasize. “They were pink, didn’t you see? They’re breakaway chains which means that even the slightest tug will make the plastic come apart. It’s not what you think!”
Susan stares at me, her blue eyes watery.