Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
But instead, I say nothing because at this point, it’s too difficult to articulate my needs. I’ve never thought of myself as gay or even bisexual, so what the fuck were we doing? Hunter merely raised a black brow at me, but the older man stayed mum as well. As a result, there was no firm conclusion to the conversation that day, but within twenty-four hours, the three of us were in bed again, and I was deep in Hunter’s ass.
It was amazing. He’s tight, tiny, and musky, with the power that only a man’s anus has. Women definitely clench and shiver when they’re fucked in their bottoms, but when a man gets it, the squeezing can become downright painful. Male ass muscles are much more developed, and the thick ring of flesh has the ability to crack a cock in two.
But I’m not one of those guys who only tops. I also bottom, and after a couple hours, I let Hunter slide his dick into my ass while I was on my hands and knees, lapping at Rae’s sweet pussy. I know he liked it because he came like a hurricane in my anus, spraying his seed deep into my GI tract. But we weren’t done yet. After he dribbled off, Rae giggled and then she too got on her hands and knees beside me. I can imagine what Hunter saw: both male and female bottoms, presented to him for the taking. Sure enough, he slipped out of me and straight into the sweet girl’s anus as Rae moaned up a storm, her pink pleats crammed full. It was fucked up, depraved, and the best sex I’ve ever had.
But now, I’m home after what feels like a week of non-stop debauchery. It’s been insane and I’d stay at Hunter’s place even longer, but my sister’s probably wondering where I’ve been. After stepping into the apartment, I drop my backpack on the ground by the door and call, “Yo, Xen. I’m back. What’s up?”
“Just a minute,” comes my sister’s voice from the bathroom. “I’ll be right out.”
I nod while heading for the fridge to grab a snack. When I open it, my face creases with disappointment because Xenia is a health food nut and in the week I’ve been gone, the fridge has been crammed to the brim with an assortment of vegetables, oat milk, unidentifiable soy products, and some smoothie-like substances that are made of healthy shit, no doubt. I slam the door closed and grunt before rummaging through the cupboards. Again, it’s the same. Inside are raw nut products, chia seeds, granola bars that have no sugar in them, and supplements guaranteed to boost your immune system. You know what will boost a person’s immune system? Non-stop sex and mind-blowing orgasms, that’s what.
Slamming the cupboard door shut, I stride to the bathroom, intent on complaining to my sister, but to my surprise, the door is partially ajar and I glimpse Xenia doing something weird. My sister’s totally nude with her black hair swept over one shoulder while standing in the shower stall. But the damned water isn’t on, and she’s got one leg propped up on the ledge within the stall. Not only that, but Xenia’s got a light blue rubber bulb in one hand, and she’s holding it between her legs. As I watch, she squeezes the bulb so that liquid pulses through the opening, no doubt squirting her pussy before trickling back out onto her thighs.
“Xen, why are you douching?” I ask in a low voice.
My sister gasps and turns to face me, her expression startled. Then she covers her breasts with her unoccupied hand, her face going white.
“Get out!” she shrieks. “This is private!”
I roll my eyes.
“I’ve seen you naked before, Xen, but again: why are you douching? Don’t you know that that shit isn’t good for you? It wipes out the natural bacteria in your puss.”
It’s then that I see another rubber ball and hose lying on the bathroom counter, except this one’s slightly bigger.
“And why do you need two douches?” I ask as my sister glares daggers at me, mentally willing me to leave. “Isn’t one enough? I swear this shit is bad for you, and no woman needs to get that clean. I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone. So who’s the special guy, huh?”
Xenia rolls her eyes while trying to shut the door in my face, but I hold one arm out, preventing her.
“Don’t you have any manners, Trig?” she huffs. “Seriously, get out!”
I shrug.
“You’re the one who left the door open, and I just happened to be walking by. But seriously, what the fuck are you doing, douching yourself?”
Xenia rolls her eyes again before pulling the vaginal douche out of her pussy, and sure enough, a rush of water gushes out to splat on the shower stall floor. Then she grabs a towel and wraps it around her curves before hissing at me.