My 3 Rockstar Bosses

And oh shit, but it happened then. Because a twin dicking overloads the senses, our big male bodies demanding, plugging two holes up tight. And with a shiver, a shimmy, and one last squeal, Joanie careened over the edge.

“Mmmph!” she screamed. “Mmmph, mmmph!”

And that was it. Her cunt clamped down like a vise then, once, twice, before dissolving into a series of tremors.

I was next. The incredible squeeze propelled me into outerspace and I roared my pleasure, blasting baby batter all over her fertile space.

“Fuck!” came my grunt. “Fuck fuck!”

And Andrew did something fucking nasty then. Without pulling his dick out of her mouth, he got up and straddled the brunette’s head so that he could really force it in all the way.

“Take i

t,” he ground out. “Take it all the way.”

What could Joanie do but obey? She was stuffed with twenty inches of hot cock, one pulsing into her pussy as the other erupted down her esophagus.

“SHIT!” roared my twin. “Shit, suck it, suck it!”

Joanie had no choice. Like a hoover, she gulped and swallowed again and again, welcoming the sperm into her stomach. And on the other side, her pussy spasmed furiously, pulling my virile jism deep into that fertile teen snatch.

Because oh shit. I hope Joanie’s not on birth control. There’s no way she’s not, but I can’t help hoping. Something about the girl’s curvy form, and the way she was so receptive, made me want it. Hard. Hot. Bareback into fertile pussy. Again and again.

But this is a service. This sweetly creaming cunt was bought and paid for by a group of billionaires. So what next? How could my brother and I possibly lay exclusive claim to this curvy form?

But that was for later. Not now. So as the pulses subsided, I pulled back, watching my stiff cock exit that beautiful pink slit. Her pussy lips hugged me tight, like they didn’t want to let go. And simultaneously, Andrew withdrew too, pulling his gleaming fuckrod from between the brunette’s lips. Inch after inch reappeared, glorious and dripping, stiff and wet.

The girl didn’t let us down. As we watched, she raised her knees and a well of sperm bubbled up from inside, cresting at her vaginal opening before sliding hotly down one big butt cheek.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, wiping at her mouth while staring down. “Oh god.”

“That’s right,” I growled, kissing her. Shit, the taste of my brother’s sperm was fresh on her lips, pungent and salty. And I had to make things even. Bending my head, I slurped that cream pie from between her legs before reaching up to kiss her again, pushing my semen into her waiting, willing mouth.

“There you go,” I rasped hotly. “There, you’ve got some of me in both holes.”

And shit, but the girl licked her lips, savoring the flavor. But Joanie’s crafty. Because she smiled then, turning to my brother.

“Andrew, I have Aaron in my pussy and my mouth. But I only have you in my mouth. Want to make it even?” she purred, spreading her legs once more.

My twin sprang into action like Superman saving Lois Lane. Because there was still an hour before our landing in Atlanta … and not a moment to spare.

CHAPTER FOUR

Joanie

Oh god.

I lay on the bed in the private room at the back of the jet.

Boneless.

Spineless.

Sated, creamy curves splayed every which way, the white sheets stained.

Because I wasn’t supposed to be here. This space was for passengers only. But after the intense session on the floor of the cabin, the twins moved our hot play here.

It’d been crazy.