Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Is that even possible?” Mary hums as she pulls my lower cock into her mouth, sucking gently at the tip before teasing her tongue into the hole at the top. I spurt into her mouth, and she giggles before swallowing hungrily. “Mmm, you’ve been eating well, Carl. I love the taste of your come. I’ll definitely miss this.”
Then, the two girls begin giving me head. It’s a sight to see because they lose their clothes in the process, and soon I have two nude women kneeling on either side of me, their cheeks bulging as they slobber on my hard man meat. They’re gorgeous to behold with their big breasts, dripping pussies, and slutty ways.
“Fuck,” I groan with one hand on Mary’s skull and the other on Madeline’s. The ladies merely moan before Mary pops off to look up at me with limpid brown eyes.
“Face fuck us,” she murmurs. “Make us take it, Daddy.”
I can’t resist. I palm both of their skulls, my fingers running through the curly tresses, and then press their faces forward as the ladies choke and squirm. But I can see how their pussies drip, and how their nipples are taut like tiny rocks.
“Yesssss,” I hiss. “Fuck yeah.”
Then my thighs tense as my ball sacks rise. Neither woman can speak, given that their cheeks are currently bulging with my erect meat. But they look up simultaneously, and the eye contact is electric. These horny women want it, and I’m here to deliver. With one last shove of my fists, I force their heads all the way to the base of my members, and the sensation pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I roar. “Oh shit!”
The ladies moan as well, their cries suddenly cut off as thick, frothy streams of seed shoot into their mouths. Mary and Madeline swallow hungrily, their throats visibly moving as the hot jizz overwhelms them, so much that some even escapes from their lips, drooling down their chins and dropping to the floor. But this isn’t their first rodeo. As I watch, the ladies scoop up the extra cream and swirl it around their taut nipples before pushing it into those tight twats. Then, they moan again, twiddling their clits as I pulse even more down their throats.
After the session’s over, I leave them with a fat wad of bills before heaving myself into my truck. Fuck. What the hell happened? Don’t get me wrong because the Engels are worth every cent I paid. But how am I going to “move on,” like they say? Where will I find another mother-daughter pair with their level of discretion and frankly, class? Because the elegant exterior has to be paired with a level of fucked-up-ness that can’t be found anywhere else. What the hell am I going to do now that they’ve cut me off?
My thoughts flit unbidden to Chloe Mackie then. Why am I even thinking about the beautiful blonde? The teen girl isn’t classy, nor is she discreet, given that I’ve literally spied her moving about multiple abodes at St. George Crossing. But maybe I don’t want “classy” anymore. Maybe I want “trailer park,” and Chloe might be just the answer.
3
Chloe
My pussy aches and my ass is sore, but I merely sigh as I water the small patch of lawn outside my trailer. It’s not even a real lawn. It’s just a piece of artificial turf laid out in the baking sun, so I’m not sure what I’m doing. Wasting water, really. With a grunt, I jerk the hose closed and pick up my watering pot instead. At least I have a planter filled with real flowers that need sustenance, so this isn’t all for naught.
After all, sometimes my life is so bizarre. I’m not sure what’s happening, or even how it all started. Natch. I have an idea of where the beginning came from because my parents, Bertha and Tom, left me to live on my own about two years ago. I was a junior in high school, and when they told me their plans to move to Neglati, I was surprised.
“You’re going where?”
“Oh, you know, to Neglati. Where our shaman is from. We’re going to follow him to his homeland.”
I stare at them.
“You mean, Shaman Roku? The one who smokes out all the time and claims to have a direct line to God?”
Bertha scolded me.
“Now Chloe, that’s not nice. Shaman Roku is the real thing. He says that Apotheosis is really taking off, and there’s a big community in Neglati for us to join. It’ll be great, and exactly what your father and I need. A supportive group to deepen our connection with each other, and with the religion too.”
I snort.
“Mom—”
“Please don’t call me ‘Mom’ anymore,” Bertha interrupted. “It’s not how Apotheosis works. We show respect by using a person’s given name at all times.”