Page 16 of Double XL Mountain Men
But as my brother and I pull out of her tender hole, Cindy takes us by surprise. She goes still for a moment, panting, and then scrambles to her knees, before gesturing for us to come closer. She’s gorgeous, with her big breasts swaying, her blonde hair mussed, and that just-fucked look written all over her curvy figure.
“What is it baby?” I rasp, my blue eyes concerned. “Tell us what you want, and we’ll make it happen.”
“You were so sweet,” my brother adds in a low tone. “Unbelievably needy and yet so innocent too. A real smoke show.”
But the innocent blonde isn’t done yet. Instead, she gestures for us to stand, and then grips our slick dicks at their bases before guiding them to her hungry mouth.
“I need it,” she murmurs before licking at my brother’s hard shaft, and then turning to mine and doing the same. “And I don’t want to waste a single drop because I love the taste of male spunk.”
Then, she eats our jizz straight off the source. Yes, our sweet little girl can’t get enough of the good stuff, and even better, it turns out that thick and salty cream pies are her favorite snack. How did we get so lucky? I have no fucking idea ... but Cindy’s just upped the ante and I want more of the sweet girl.
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Cindy
Brandon and Brent have turned me into a sensual nympho and yet I don’t mind because I adore the huge football players. They’re handsome, charming, and take good care of me. What more can a girl ask for? I daresay that we’re in a relationship, although we haven’t had “the talk” yet.
But it definitely feels like a relationship because we do everything together now. We attend different classes, of course, but I tutor the two men regularly, and we spend our free time together, whether working out in the gym or just chilling on the couch and watching a movie. And don’t even get me started on the sex because it’s utterlyunreal. I had no idea that making love to two men could be so thrilling and passionate, and I don’t think there’s any way I could go back to traditional dating now that I’ve been with Brandon and Brent. One man could would never be enough because my body craves two.
But tonight, we’re doing date night, and it’s very normal and traditional if you ask me. I’m standing before the stove in the kitchenette in the twins’ suite, cooking up a delicious meal of spaghetti Bolognese, with a side of tossed salad and crusty garlic bread. The aromatic red sauce simmers on the pan as I wait for the pasta to boil, a red and white checkered apron tied about my luscious curves.
Of course, this isn’t your average date night by a long shot. I’m with Brandon and Brent Coleman, virile alpha males, and as a result, my long blonde hair is up in a loose chignon with a few sexy wisps trailing around my ears. I’m wearing red stilettos while standing before the stove, and yes, you guessed it – my curves are fully nude beneath the frilly apron. The sides of my big breasts peek out from the fabric, and the checkered material leaves my behind bare and accessible to the men, should they choose to grab a luscious handful.
At that moment, Brandon and Brent open the door and step inside, dropping their football equipment by the entryway. Brandon lets out a low wolf whistle, immediately shutting the door behind them, while Brent adjusts himself and lets out a throaty moan.
“Shit baby, this is exactly what we need after practice. A hearty meal and a sassy dose of our favorite girl.”
I giggle while turning to look coquettishly at the twins over one slim shoulder.
“Dinner will be ready in a sec, boys. Why don’t you guys shower, and by the time you’re done, the pasta will be on the table.”
“Mmm, pasta,” Brandon growls before coming up behind me and dropping a kiss on my bare shoulder. “I love carbs.” Brent’snot far behind, and he palms my ass with a big hand before giving the luscious flesh a hard squeeze.
“Ooof!” I cry out in mock pain. “That hurt!”
“It did, but you love it,” he grins before seizing my mouth in a passionate kiss. “Fuck, you taste like honey, baby girl.”
I melt into his arms helplessly because these men always make me so needy. But then, a splatter of bubbling sauce lands on my arm and I pull back before swatting them away.
“You guys are so sweaty and gross!” I tease. “Get in the shower and let me finish my cooking, otherwise you’re not getting any food. It’ll be straight to bed without supper if you guys don’t get clean.”
The twins waggle their brows at me.
“Yeah, but maybe that’s what we want,” Brent growls.
“I wouldn’t mind taking you to bed right now,” Brandon adds, his big hand lifting the skirt of my apron to get a look at my gleaming puss. “Shit, she’s wet already.”
I merely waggle my hips before pushing the twins away again.
“Git!” I say with a smile. “And leave me alone to finish my cooking.”
The twins grin, as handsome as movie stars, before their broad forms disappear into their respective bathrooms. Yes, there are two bathrooms because the suite is built for two people to share, complete with individual beds, baths, and a communal common space. But the truth is that there are king-size mattresses in each bedroom, and usually the three of us sleep together each night, our limbs entwined, and their seed seeping from my bodyafter multiple rounds of hard, penetrative sex. Yes, I’m a come receptacle for Brandon and Brent at this point, and I adore every second of being manhandled by the powerful athletes.
But Brandon and Brent are hungry and within minutes, my men are back in the kitchen, sitting while I serve the steaming pasta, green salad, and crusty garlic bread.
“This looks delicious, sweetheart,” Brent growls while breaking off a huge chunk of bread and swallowing it in one bite. “Holy fuck, that’s good.”
“The trick is extra butter,” I giggle while sitting at the table across from them. “Butter is my secret ingredient for making anything taste delicious. But are you supposed to be eating butter for peak athletic performance? Or does it affect your abilities?”
