Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
And I wasn’t the only one that noticed her. Next to me, Kane and Mason stiffened, riveted by her presence. In fact, their whole bodies shifted to focus intently on the girl, like she was a magnet drawing our attention. We were lions stalking our prey, gazes unwavering, dicks getting hard already. I hadn’t been able to stop staring at those Double Ds for the last minute. Fuck, what would they taste like? What would it taste like between those sweet thighs? Would her puffy slit be creamy and hot? Aw, shit.
But finally, the wedding procession came to an end. The minister’s voice started droning and Bobby took his bride’s hand, yadda yadda yadda. We faced forwards because that was the right thing to do. It’d be a fucking riot if Mason, Kane and I continued to stare at the beautiful bridesmaid out in the open, our hands on our dicks as we ate up those curves. But that didn’t mean we were done for. Hardly, the three of us are dirty motherfuckers, and this was just the beginning.
Because we made eye contact with the beautiful brunette. In fact, all the bridesmaids were eyeing us, practically drooling. But as the ceremony started, everyone was forced to pay attention. Or at least look like they were paying attention.
Because once I had the beautiful girl’s eyes on me, I did something so fucked up and dirty that she could have screamed, and no one would have blamed her. Yeah, I popped my dick out. At first, it was just a stroke on top of my morning suit, making sure she saw that heaviness, the thick stiffness that’s my calling card.
But no sense in stopping there. Our dreamgirl was entranced, and no one else even noticed. So discreetly, I pulled down my zip as we stood in front of the priest, the old dude still droning monotonously about fidelity, love and honor. And with stealthy hands, it happened. I edged my fuckrod out for the girl to see, that giant length deep pink, already stiff with need.
Oh yeah.
Could she see how fat I was, massive and ready to take?
Could she see the wet glans, how my pole dripped with lust?
Suddenly, Mason coughed beside me, and I whipped my dick back into my pants. Oh yeah, the motherfucker was dying of laughter, even if his own rod begged to make an entrance. That tent at his crotch was just as bad as mine, if not worse.
So yeah, I put it back in. Enough had been done already. After all, I pulled my dick out and stroked it during someone else’s wedding, right in front of a crowd of onlookers. Sure, no one could see because we stood a particular angle that blocked the view. But still. It was fucked-up. It was my best friend’s wedding, and I’d been a sick motherfucker.
But it was worth it because that one act made the sweet girl’s eyes go round, her face flushing, pink pout forming a round “O” of shock. Was it wrong? Hell yeah. Triple X dirty? You bet. Happening again? For sure, times three.
Because Mason and Kane want in on the game too. We’re fucked-up assholes, guys who go at it three on one, owning females left and right. And here, in tiny Knox? There was only one brunette who fit the bill, who could possibly satisfy us all. And fortunately or unfortunately for the beautiful bridesmaid … her time was up.
CHAPTER THREE
Kane
Aw shit, Tyler’s so fucking disgusting. Pulling out your dong during a wedding ceremony? Showing it in its full glory as people are getting married? Doing it at the wedding of our buddy, no less, Bobby Winkle from childhood?
But Tyler’s just like that. Hell, Mason and I are like that too. Because shit, I would have done the same if I’d been standing where he was positioned. Fucker was turned so that no one could see except us and the beautiful brunette. And then that fuckpole came out, hard and glistening, as he smiled lasciviously at the girl.
But I don’t blame him. Because the chick was a sight for sore eyes. Gorgeous as all get-out, with tits out to there, and a huge, lush ass. Oh yeah, that sassy butt was enormous, the material of her dress stretched so tight that the seams were practically splitting on her precious crack. Let it split, I prayed. Let her have a wardrobe malfunction right here so that I can get a glimpse of that creamy goodness.
No such luck though. Her outfit was ugly as fuck, but it held together, squeezing her curves tight, emphasizing that hourglass figure. Shit, you could have put her in a gunnysack and she would have been fucking unstoppable.
So yeah, Tyler went balls to the wall, and pulled out his dong to tease and tantalize the innocent bridesmaid. And she was innocent for sure. As we stood there in front of the minister, her eyes literally grew wide as saucers, a sharp inhale causing those big boobies to lift in the air, begging to be kissed.