Shared by My Neighbors – Forbidden Fun Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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“Oh shit,” I groan. “Fuck.”

“You’ve been saying that a lot lately,” Tanya mewls, lifting her knees a bit so that we have a better view of her bottom. She reaches one hand down to gently lube up her backdoor, making sure that we have a clear view of that tight hole. “But first,” she purrs. “I need to take care of my needs.”

Then, she takes the giant Polish sausage in one hand before sliding it into her slick twat. “Oohhh!” Tanya cries, cramming her cunt full of hard meat. “Mmm!”

Once it’s in all the way, the blonde girl begins probing her back door with the head of the pickle. “You ready?” she moans, making eye contact with all of us. By now, Chris, Carl and I are fully erect, stroking our shafts as we watch her show with avid eyes.

“We’re ready,” Chris growls in reply, his brown eyes fixed to her asshole.

“We love how you enjoy food,” Carl adds in a hoarse voice, his hand like a metronome on his rod. “Shit baby. You’re talented. Anyone ever tell you that?”

Tanya giggles.

“I know, right?” Then, she lets out a throaty moan as the pickle begins to penetrate her back hole. At first, nothing happens, but then she increases the pressure and with an audible pop, her sphincter opens and the green monster slides up into her rectum. “Ooooh!” she squeals. “Ungh!”

“Ungh is right,” I rasp, advancing on the pretty blonde until I’ve got her chin in my hand. “Open.”

Like a good girl, the blonde immediately obeys, and I push my shaft between those swollen pink lips. Her blue eyes bulge a bit as she looks at me, her cheeks swollen like a chipmunk as the head of my dick worms down her throat. “Mphph!”

Meanwhile, Carl and Chris are determined to get their piece too. Chris takes the pickle in his hand, while Carl grabs the Polish sausage. Then, the two men begin fucking her holes with the food while I fuck her face with my shaft.

“Mmmm!” Tanya screams as she’s taken in all three orifices. “Mmmph!”

“You’re nasty,” I rasp while I cradle the back of her skull in my hands. “Your husbands were right to divorce you because now, you’re ours. Do you hear that, sweetheart? You belong to us.”

The curvy girl nods as best she can while deep-throating my dick, but the stimulation is too much. With all three of us trashing her holes, Tanya can’t hold on any longer and her eyes go wide as her big breasts shake. Then, she lets out a scream as her pussy and ass clench with ecstasy.

“Mmmm!” is her shriek. “Mmm! Mmm!”

The three of us can’t hold back either. I immediately begin ejaculating down her throat while Chris and Carl spray our beautiful girl’s body with reams of hot milk.

“Fuck!” Chris shouts.

“Shit!” Carl roars.

Meanwhile, our girl sucks my rod ravenously, swallowing my seed like a maniac as my buddies continue to pump her secret spots. Splatters of man milk decorate her curves like a Jackson Pollock panting, rendering Tanya even more beautiful than before. After all, she may be a nasty whore, but she’s our nasty whore, and we don’t like to share … or so we think.

8

James

I lean back in my chair, stretching a little. Damn, that was a fucked-up session. Of course, all of our gangbangs are fucked up because that’s the nature of gangbangs: one woman, shared by three men until she’s dripping with their seed. But Tanya takes things to the next level with her utter sluttiness and sexy, willing ways.

I heave a sigh of satisfaction. Shit, that woman’s going to wear us out with her insatiable habits. We’re not the one’s tiring her out; instead, it’s Tanya in control, day in and day out. The three of us are the ones worshipping at her feet, begging for mercy as she bares her beautiful body for us again and again.

But now, it’s time to get some work done. A man can’t ignore his responsibilities forever, and I’ve got some shit to check up on. I fire up my computer and then frown when my inbox hits the screen. Damn. A hundred unanswered emails. Fuck me. Isn’t my secretary supposed to take care of some of this?

But one email catches my eye because it’s addressed to the board of our apartment building. With only four shareholders, all of us are technically on the board, and because I’m a lawyer, I serve as the building’s president. The message is from some dude named Henry Cutler, and he’s written something about birdwatching. Are you fucking kidding me? Who gives a shit about this stuff? But ever since that incident in Central Park where a Karen called the police on a black man, I suppose birdwatching has exploded in the city.

Henry’s written something about red-tailed hawks nesting on our rooftop, and I blink with surprise. Are you fucking kidding me? There are only a couple trees up there, and they’re in planters no less. How could a fucking hawk build a nest on our property?


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