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Spring Break Threesome: My First MMF Menage With Two Strangers (Talking Dirty Book 2) Autumn Cole

Spring Break Threesome: My First MMF Menage With Two Strangers (Talking Dirty Book 2)

Autumn Cole

Published January 23rd 2015
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Kindle Edition
17 pages
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 About the Book 

Two hot guys I barely know -- an MMF threesome for my first time ever What happens on college spring break stays … well … stays hot and sticky, and covered in two guys warm goo. Spring Break Threesome is the second erotic short story in Autumn ColeMore Two hot guys I barely know -- an MMF threesome for my first time ever What happens on college spring break stays … well … stays hot and sticky, and covered in two guys warm goo. Spring Break Threesome is the second erotic short story in Autumn Cole’s Talking Dirty series.The first and only time that Celeste went to Mexico was spring break her sophomore year. She was looking for kick-ass Mexican food, ridiculous amounts of sex, and a break from the usual dudes she’d been rotating back home. She wanted to find someone to bang her hard, then leave her life so she’d never have to see him again. But Celeste had no idea she’d end up in her first-ever threesome, with a mess all over her face, gasping as earth-shaking orgasms left her breathless.Read the full story to see the uncensored version of the hot excerpt below!Celeste giggled, taking a step closer to Paul and reaching for the stylus in his right hand. He gasped and fell a surprised step back. Celeste pointed to the dark silhouette nudging against the fabric of his brown shorts.She stepped behind the door to cover her body again, then purred, “Tense day?” Celeste was close to earning a prolonged victory with Paul, and felt a deep and sudden need to satisfy herself. After all, her second round with Fred probably wouldn’t happen for a while.Celeste looked left and right, saw no one outside, then swung the door wide and showed Paul her [CENSORED] a second time, the same tits that approximately 10 out of 10 guys gave a double take, and the same [CENSORED] her own husband barely paid attention to.“Hey, Paul,” she said, “Wanna [CENSORED] me?”Paul shook his head and took another step away from the door.“That giant bulge in your brown little bottoms says you do,” Celeste giggled again, pointing to his shorts. The slight silhouette had bloomed into something that promised to make her very, very happy.Celeste glanced again at the empty streets and closed curtains, then fell to her knees and ran her hand along the inside of Paul’s shorts. “I can’t do this, Mrs. Sinclair,” he said. Celeste tried to pull Paul inside but he wouldn’t budge, so she closed the door, then kneeled behind the wall of her porch, invisible to the street.Paul turned to face Celeste, trying once more to pull away. She pulled him like a rag doll toward her, tore his pants down, then freed his [CENSORED] and [CENSORED] from their prison.“Well, Paul, judging by this sudden problem of yours, you won’t be going far. You’ll probably want to take care of this right away, and unless you want [CENSORED] in the cabin of your big brown truck, I suggest we take care of your problem right here.”Celeste’s voice was in a full Marilyn Monroe, lips pouting, innocent eyes up, swearing to turn dirty.“You didn’t want to come inside with me, but I guarantee a minute with my mouth will convince you.” Without another word, Paul shoved Celeste against the porch wall and thrust his [CENSORED] inside her hungry mouth.Celeste purred at the feel of his [CENSORED], not as long or fat as Johnny’s, or as big as she expected given the size of Paul’s hands, feet and bulge, but none of that mattered.