Ganged Raw: One Woman/Multiple Men 4-Book Bundle E-Book

Fabia Berry

• Herausgeber: Fabia Berry
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Four searing stories of beautiful women being taken hard by multiple men! This bundle includes: Gangbanging the MILF - Mature divorcee Tommie yearns for the touches of the three hot jocks she rents rooms to, but she can’t bring herself to act on her desires for fear they won’t be interested in a woman old enough to be their mother. But when the brawny young men catch her peeping on them in the shower, they give the sexy MILF exactly when she’s been longing for in a steamy menage that leaves no hole unfilled. Gangbanged by the Football Team - To get revenge on my cheating college-quarterback ex, I offer myself to Quinn Tucker, the quarterback of a rival college. I tell Quinn he can do anything he wants with me tonight. But what he wants is to share me with the entire football team. I know I shouldn’t do it, but I can’t resist the thought of being taken by a dozen men, and I surrender myself to the brawny jocks. Gangbanged by the Farmhands - Sadie’s on the run after escaping prison. She knows she mustn’t stop for anything or else the law will catch up with her. But then she encounters four virile, half-naked farmhands. It’s been five long years since Sadie was with a man, and the impulsive and libidinous felon just can’t resist jumping on these brawny, corn-fed hunks and quenching all her pent-up desires in a torrid farmyard gangbang. Gangbanging the Bride-to-Be - When I learned my fiancé and his friends had gone against my wishes and hired a stripper for his bachelor party, I decided to teach him a lesson. Wearing a mask, I took the stripper’s place, planning to strip off the mask instead of my clothes and shame my fiancé for lying to me. But things didn’t quite go as planned, and instead I wound up screwing every man there—and getting knocked up to boot!

Leseprobe

Ganged Raw

One Woman/Multiple Men 4-Book Bundle

By Fabia Berry

Table of Contents

1. Gangbanging the MILF

2. Gangbanged by the Football Team

3. Gangbanged by the Farmhands

4. Gangbanging the Bride-to-Be

Gangbanging the MILF

By Fabia Berry

Copyright 2018 by Fabia Berry

This work contains explicit sexual content and is for adults only.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

?We?re heading out for a jog, Ms. Palmer,? Troy told me as he and Lance passed through the kitchen toward the back door. ?We?ll be back soon.?

I set down my coffee with a tut. ?I keep telling you: Call me Tommie.?

?Oh. Right. Sorry.?

?David?s not going with you??

?Nah. He pulled something during the last game, so he?s sitting this one out. Shouldn?t take him long to heal up, though. He?s resilient.?

?So I noticed. By the way, don?t forget: The rent?s due tomorrow.?

?Yeah, yeah. We?ll get it to you, Ms. Palmer, don?t worry.?

Troy opened the door, and he and his fellow jock stepped out into the early morning sunlight. I pushed away from the kitchen table, stood up, and crossed to the window. Looking out, I watched the two tall, buff young college men stride off down the walk, Troy?s blond hair glowing like gold in the sun, Lance?s auburn hair shining with coppery highlights. My gaze lingered over their broad shoulders, their beefy arms, their firm butts flexing rhythmically under their thin jogging shorts as they walked along. Then they vanished from sight behind the rhododendrons on the edge of the property

??Ms. Palmer,?? I muttered under my breath, not without a trace of bitterness, I sighed. It seemed that I would always be merely ?Ms. Palmer? to them, merely their mature landlady, and nothing more. But, oh, I yearned to be so much more. I knew I was a fool for harboring impossible desires for my three young tenants, but I just couldn?t help myself.

How, I sometimes asked myself, had I gotten into this situation? But I knew. When I divorced Alan, my husband of over twenty years who had suddenly decided to go slobbering after his new secretary, I had kept our big old Victorian house, and to supplement my modest income and Alan?s laughably puny alimony payments, I started renting out a few of the spare rooms. After a string of unmemorable short-term tenants, David, Lance, and Troy moved in, and my life changed.

Having three handsome, fit, and charming young jocks around had awakened desires in me I hadn?t felt in ages. Alan had been my high-school sweetheart, and we had married very young, and aside from a few disappointing, go-nowhere dates in the months immediately after my divorce, my marriage had been my only real relationship. I had always regretted never getting a chance to sow my wild oats, and though I yearned to do so now with these three studs?I wanted it as I had never wanted anything else?I was afraid to act on my feelings. If I tried I?d probably just make a fool of myself. Why, these guys were half my age! My daughter, currently in grad school in another state, was older than them. Surely strapping young bucks like these wouldn?t be interested in some middle-aged divorcee. So I just kept my feelings to myself to spare myself the humiliation and embarrassment of rejection. But though suppressed, my desires didn?t go away. If anything, they only grew stronger.

I was about to wash out my coffee mug when I heard the shower come on in the upstairs bathroom shared by my young tenants. The sound evoked a powerful and instinctive tingle between my legs. I set down the mug, and after another glance out the window to make sure Troy and Lance were truly gone, I slipped out of the kitchen and crept up the stairs, carefully skipping the second and fourth steps, which creaked.

I felt ridiculous and guilty, like an intruder in my own house, as I tiptoed down the second-floor hallway toward the closed door of the bathroom. The hiss of the shower grew louder, and soon I heard faint thumps in the stall and the splashes of water drizzling off a moving body.

The house still had most of its original doors, and the keyholes were the old-fashioned kind, big ones you could actually peek through. When I reached the bathroom, I listened to make sure David was still in the shower, then knelt down and put my eye to the keyhole.

My heart sped up and the tingles grew stronger at the sight of David?s brawny, naked body moving about amid the steam behind the stall?s fogged glass door. I couldn?t see him clearly, but it wouldn?t be long before I did. He, like Troy and Lance, took pretty short showers. I knew this quite well by now. Frankly it was a wonder my knees hadn?t worn holes in the runner outside the bathroom door.