Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
I want their bodies to crush me between them and fill my holes at the same time. I want them to own me, again and again. And I know now that that desire, that need to be owned, entails more than just being taken hard by two cocks until I scream. It entails more than earth-shattering orgasms and the raw masculinity of an alpha male as he uses my body to satisfy his lust. The way Bruce and Burke cradled me after they touched me last night: that’s what I want more of.
Am I being greedy to want to be pleasured by two men at once and then also treated lovingly and tenderly afterward? Maybe I am. But what if it’s possible? What if that kind of happiness really is for me? For all my life, I thought it wasn’t. I thought I’d never belong anywhere, and that my family situation would never progress beyond the coldness and the hurt. But if I can come this far with Bruce and Burke, whom I don’t even really know, then what other wonders lie around the corner?
This change inside me is coming from deep within. The breaking of my hymen tore down walls I hadn’t known were there and has given me a sense of wonder and hope. It’s like the emptiness inside my heart has been filled by two people who really appreciate me for me, and I’m not just a person taking up space and air that could be used better otherwise.
Plus, I could tell how much Bruce and Burke enjoyed being with me. They enjoyed my body, which has caused me so much insecurity, and which has been a source of shame for my mother and a font of torment for my father. For the twins, my body was a cause of joy. I could tell by their grunts, their labored breaths, and their groans. I could tell by their roaming, hungry hands, unable to stay on one part of my curves for long before needing more.
But the fulfillment runs two ways too. I seemed to be giving them pleasure, as well. Recalling how my tight cunt and ass had made both men orgasm makes my pussy burn and unleashes butterflies in my stomach. Not one man, but two men, find my body attractive enough to stealthily come and have their way with me in the middle of the night when they could have any girl they want. Yes, the change started when they popped my cherry, but it’s a pebble that’s launched an avalanche. I can feel a boldness building in me, a confidence I’ve never had before. This kind of appreciation, this kind of acceptance is new for me. It makes my body tingle in more ways than one.
Unfortunately, the rest of the week passes without Bruce and Burke making a reappearance. Night after night, I lie awake in bed, my eyes flying open at the slightest sound, only to find myself alone. The confidence that started building in me begins to crumble bit by bit. Night by night. The days at school pass in frustration. All I can think of is my two hung daddies – their strong bodies, their huge cocks, their flashing blue eyes – and how much more of them I want. Impatiently, I listen to Jessica babble on about prom. I do my homework on autopilot. I sit through silent dinners with my parents and don’t even attempt to speak to my father about going to college anymore. He’s never going to care about my aspirations, and I don’t have the energy to make him.
I haven’t read my secret romance novels since the last time Bruce and Burke broke in because they don’t seem to do the trick anymore. I’ve had the real thing, live and in technicolor, and I can’t rely on these made-up Romeos to slake my thirst anymore.
But where are Bruce and Burke? Hope is leaving me, and my frustration is building. School will end soon, and college is no longer an option. In fact, without them, I have no hope for a future that promises any kind of happiness. My parents are as awful as ever, and the environment at home is stifling and demeaning at once. The walls of my tedious life are closing in on me again, and this time, there will be no escape.
Desperate, I lay back and flip listlessly through the pages of my latest romance novel. It’s a hot story. I feel my pussy tingle as I skim the words, but it doesn’t provide the same kind of escape it used to. Now that I’ve had the real experience, the fantasy is a bit boring. As I read about the heroine being ravaged by the two outlaws, I imagine it’s me being ravaged by Bruce and Burke. That imagery helps, and as I rub my clit half-heartedly, I can feel myself getting into it a bit more.