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Not once did she ask for anything extra because we wanted to fuck her. We were completely helpless to our dicks when the chick was around, but she didn’t hold it against us. The brunette was unlike anyone that we’d ever had before.
The little tray on wheels rattled out of the kitchen, and there stood our best girl in her green and black dress, tits jiggling free, ass wiggling from side to side. Three bottles of bubbly in ice buckets sat on top of the cart along with a trio of champagne glasses.
Perfect.
Our dream girl.
“You want to use glasses or just drink straight from the bottle?” she asked, already aware that we liked to go big with everything, especially when it came to alcohol. Then she tapped her chin in thought. “It’s bubbly so it might go in your nose if you try out of the bottle. I’ll pour it,” were her determined words.
But the girl couldn’t pop the top, no matter how she tried. It was obvious that the eighteen-year-old had never opened a bottle of champagne before.
“Let me get that for you,” I said, taking the green glass from her. “Don’t want it exploding in your face.”
Katy stared in awe, eager to learn. Demonstrating, I opened the top with a loud pop! and held it firmly in my large hand. My blood pumped as I thought about what we were about to do with her next.
“You make it look so easy!”
“It takes some practice. Come on, we want you to drink with us.”
“But I’m not twenty-one,” she giggled. “Can’t you get in trouble?”
“We’re not worried about that,” Trent replied. “Who you gonna call?” he asked, miming Ghostbusters.
“Nobody,” she admitted shyly.
“Exactly, so drink with us,” was my demand. “You’ll like it. It’s good stuff.”
Katy blushed. “Well, let me get another glass.”
She turned on her heel to head back to the kitchen, but Mason gently grabbed her arm.
“No, honey. You won't drink it like that. We have something special planned.”
“Special? What do you mean?”
Because the girl knew us now, excitement lighting those big brown eyes. Aw yeah. Those nipples hardened, big tits heaving up and down.
“Kitty-Kat, it’s time,” I growled.
“Time for what?” she lisped sweetly, even though I think she knew.
“Time for training,” I answered on a growl. “You know what that means.”
Trent nodded.
“You know, stretching your holes,” he added smoothly, like this was totally normal. “Remember what we told you last night?”
He stretched out his long legs so she could see that hard length like a ruler down his thigh. A wet spot appeared on the faded denim where it pressed against his leaking shaft.
“I remember. What c—I mean—what do you want me to do?” she asked, ready to please but unsure what came next. “I’ll do anything.”
Fuck.
As always, our plump princess was so damn eager. Like I said, she’s perfect for us.
“We'd rather show you than tell you,” Mason and Trent growled in unison.
Mase stood up and stripped off his white T-shirt, throwing it on the ground. His jeans were quick to follow, cock bobbing out, jumping free from its prison to slap against his hard belly. There was already pre-cum drizzling down the thick and veiny shaft.
