Page 3 of Double XL Mountain Men (Cold Mountain Nights #11)

Brandon

T he girls are gorgeous, even if they look a bit cold at the moment.

But Sweet Lies didn’t let us down. They sent their best from the looks of it because the women are ripe, curvy, and luscious with long, flowing hair; big tits; narrow waists; and round, heart-shaped asses.

Mentally, I thank my dad for the recommendation, because he’s the one who suggested Sweet Lies.

I know, it sounds fucked up to get a recommendation for female entertainment from your dad, but that’s how us Colemans role.

My father, Barrett, is a rancid motherfucker who used to do all sorts of fucked-up shit, including fucking a different woman every week, if not every night.

But he settled down after meeting his latest girlfriend, Misty.

It's a fucked up story, actually, because my dad shares his girlfriend with another buddy of his. Yeah, he’s in a threesome, and if it sounds fucked-up, it’s because it is.

Basically, my dad and his buddy Cross decided to hole up in the woods in this very cabin for a month in order to fuck women non-stop.

Yes, they decided to stage their own personal fuckfest where they’d enjoy pussy right and left in the privacy of the woods, and they were ordering women from a bunch of different websites.

It was like a fucking menu for tits and ass.

But Misty arrived from Sweet Lies, and I think she was the fifth woman at the cabin?

I don’t know, but my understanding is that shit went off the rails as soon as she set foot on the property.

My dad and his buddy trashed the curvy girl’s body, of course.

I’m sure they enjoyed all three of her holes with every intention of sending her away afterwards, but Misty somehow got her claws into Barrett and Cross.

I’m not sure what happened exactly, but soon, the three of them were in a romantic relationship, and now Misty, Cross and my dad are together together, and raising my little half-brother Sylvester to boot.

It’s fucking insane. My dad used to be a goddamn alpha male, but these days, Barrett’s pussy-whipped, and stays at home burping the baby and changing diapers.

Although he seems to love it, to be honest. Barrett dotes on Sylvester, and seems head over heels in love with Misty too.

But my dad knows what it’s like to be raging with testosterone, and when I casually mentioned that my frat was looking to host a party, he offered this cabin in the woods.

It’s way in the middle of nowhere, and I’m not even sure why Barrett owns this place.

Probably to fuck girls on the sly, without the world knowing.

But I jumped at the invitation, and now, Sigma Epsilon Chi is here for the weekend.

“All good?” my brother Brent asks as the girls assemble in a loose semi-circle in front of the house.

“We’re fine,” I rumble. “But we should get them indoors because it’s cold and the ladies are practically naked.”

“Yeah exactly,” Brent smirks. “That’s the point.”

I roll my eyes because my twin’s just as fucked up as my dad.

I guess Coleman genetics are all the same because the three of us are horny, dominant alpha males, and we appreciate the female sex.

We enjoy female bodies, and even worse, Brent and I sometimes share women.

Like I said, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and my brother and I have definitely double-teamed more than a few ladies over the years.

But the women love it. There’s nothing like having two massive dicks crammed deep inside, the fullness and sheer nastiness overwhelming and yet delicious too.

There’s nothing like having four male hands stroking a woman’s curves, cupping her breasts while sliding between the sopping folds of her cunt and niggling her clit.

There’s nothing like having two holes stretched simultaneously in a depraved double penetration scene, as her tits bounce and her head falls back with a gasp of pleasure.

So yeah, Brent and I have been regularly sharing girls for a couple years now, and it’s just how we roll. The women love it, and there’s no reason to stop – especially not now, in the privacy of the woods, with a massive rager about to roll out.

But Brent’s right. It’s cold and we’ve got to get these ladies inside, so I gesture to the open front door.

“After you, ladies,” I say in a deep voice. “The party’s inside.”

The women smile and begin to wobble to the door in their high heels.

A few pass me on their way inside, and I inhale appreciatively because they smell of strawberries and sex.

Yes, I can already scent female arousal in the air, most likely from moistening pussies that are already beginning to seep with juice.

Goddamn, it’s my favorite nectar to drink and slather all over my dick.

But then, I go stock still because a particularly voluptuous woman is passing by, and I’ve never seen a female so sassy and curvy before.

She’s got long, gleaming blonde hair, and to be honest, everything about her seems to bounce because her assets are lush, ripe, and utterly feminine.

Her tits are the biggest I’ve ever seen on a young woman, and her hips are wide and inviting, her pink dress stopping just below her pussy.

Hard nipples point at me in the cold air, and as I drag my gaze up to her face, my heart jolts because she’s beautiful .

After all, the woman has a body made for sin, but with the face of an angel.

Her blue eyes are the clearest cornflower tint, framed with dark lashes, and her nose is pert and a perfect ski-slope.

A glossy pink pout completes the look and my fingers itch because I want to throw her over my shoulder and drag her inside before ravishing that sweet form.

I want that pink pout to part, her lipstick rubbing off on my huge dick as I feed it between her lips.

I want her nude and crying out as she sits on my brother’s cock, her cries muffled because of my thick man meat in her mouth.

I want to do so many things to this yet unnamed female, but I stop because those blue eyes are shooting sparks at me.

Yes, even in the darkness, I can see that the sweet filly’s outraged at my open ogling of those lush curves.

“My face is up here,” she whispers loudly as she passes. “Just for your information.”

I merely shrug while watching her ascend the porch steps because obviously, there’s fire in the pit of her belly, and I like it.

“Sassy, isn’t she?” my twin remarks, his blue eyes glued to her generous rump. “Damn, I want to see if she’s got a mouth on her that can deliver.”

“Let’s find out, bro,” I rasp, my cock stiffening in my pants. “That’s what we’re here to do.”

Then, we follow the women into the cabin and shut the door because the party’s about to start ... and soon, our sweet girl will be on her knees, nude and begging for more.