Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
After all, we had no idea she was holding these moonlight rituals until about a year ago. I got a knock on my door in the wee hours one night, and I flung it open, pissed because I was in the middle of fucking Janie Lane. My dick hung out, still dripping with her fluids, and I gnashed my teeth when I saw it was Chris.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I roared.
Chris was unfazed.
“Bro, I think there’s something you should see.”
“Fuck you, asshole. I’m busy.”
I was just about to slam the door shut, but he braced his hand against the wood and held it open.
“No, bro. This is going to blow your mind. Upstairs in five. You don’t want to miss this shit.”
I hesitated. I thought about pounding his head in, and potentially beating him to a pulp. But something stayed my hand, and I think it was because I already sensed that it had to do with Tanya. Our top floor neighbor has always intrigued us, and despite her funky clothes and accessories, I sensed there was something dirty about her. Maybe it’s her voluptuous form with those big breasts and wide, sassy hips. Maybe it was her naughty smile. Or maybe it was the gleam in her eyes. Whatever it was, I was determined to find out.
Grunting, I slipped on a pair of basketball shorts in an effort to get decent. Then I called to Janie over one shoulder.
“Give me a second, babe. There’s an emergency with a leaking pipe in the building. I’ll be right back.”
There was no sound because I’d just fucked Janie into a daze, and she was likely still floating in La-La-Land, unable to function. It’s fine. I’d get back to her as soon as this shitshow was over. Meanwhile, Chris and I climbed the stairs to the roof, and James met us right when we were about to open the door to the night sky.
“Yo, there are sounds,” he rasped. “Real dirty grunts.”
We paused because it was true. There were the unmistakable noises of a woman grunting, punctuated by gasps and delighted whimpers. What the fuck was going on?
Then, Chris flung the door open and we stepped out onto the roof, careful to keep our big forms hidden in the shadows. Creeping around a large tree, we spotted Tanya immediately because the blonde was squatting on the ground, completely nude, with her big breasts out and her knees spread wide. Her slit was wet and swollen as she rubbed furiously at her clit. But that wasn’t the only thing she was rubbing.
“Are you shitting me?” Chris gasped beside me. “Holy fuck!”
I did a double-take too because Tanya was in the middle of something indescribably obscene. She had a gourd in one hand, positioned on the ground before her. It was the type that has two bulges: one small at the top, and then a larger one at the bottom. As we watched, she worked the smaller one into her pussy, gasping and moaning as her vag got stretched. Slick juices flowed all over her hands and wrists, coating the yellow skin of the squash.
But it was her next effort that took us by surprise because the bottom half of the gourd had to be at least eight inches in diameter.
“No fucking way,” James growled beside me. “There’s no way that’s going in.”
Yet as we watched, astonished, Tanya threw her head back, her expression strained. She mewled and then raised her arms to the sky, speaking to the powers above.
“Father Ocean, Mother Earth, guide me!” she cried out. “Help me worship your exaltedness to the fullest extent!”
Then, Tanya began pushing and grinding on the gourd again, this time leveraging her weight to force her pussy down on the huge vegetable stuck halfway up her vaginal canal. We watched with astonished eyes as slowly, the enormous bulge began disappearing into her cunt. It was a depraved sight because that fucker was big. That thing was going to rip her apart, and yet as we gaped with awe, Tanya managed to cram it into her sweetest spot.
“Ohhhh!” she cried out, throwing her blonde hair back with a delighted wail as the squash disappeared from sight. “Mmmmm!”
“Holy fuck!” James rasped on my left. “Oh shit, oh shit!”
I glanced at the asshole and saw that he had his cock out and was tugging viciously at the stiffie, his eyes fixed on the woman before us as she moaned again, rubbing her clit. “Oh shit!” he cried again.
Then, it all went to pieces. Tanya humped up and down on the gourd a bit, her big breasts bouncing as she pulled and tugged at her nipples. James squeezed his shaft some more, and Chris did the same on the other side of me. Always a motherfucker, I didn’t hold back either. I, too, began to stroke and rub my erection, and within seconds, all four of us were coming. Tanya let out a shriek, her eyes closed as her back arched viciously, her pussy spasming on the enormous squash buried in her vag. Meanwhile, Chris, James and I erupted with violent floods of man milk, conveniently spurting our fluids into the potted planters surrounding us. The situation was completely dirty, totally fucked-up, and sordid beyond belief. Yet all we wanted was more.