Counselor's Interracial Gangbang (Book 2 of "Wild Sex at the Religious Retreat")

By Pornelope

Chelsea thought she was going to spend an entire week banging her lusty pastor. But when she arrived at the so-called religious retreat, he’d already found someone else! Now she’s mad as a hornet, horny as hell, and drunk. That’s a bad combination unless she can find a hot well-hung counselor in the mood for some sexy fun! And if one horny stud is good, surely three have to be fantastic!

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

Pierce reacted first. His big hand closed around the water bucket, and he dumped the entire thing over the dancing flames. Smoke rose in a hissing cloud as the golden firelight abruptly vanished. “I think it’s time we put you to bed,” he chuckled.

Chelsea’s mouth widened in a giddy smile. “That’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say!”

“No, I didn’t mean...” He flushed a little as she misunderstood him...deliberately? Well, what did it matter? She was too plowed to know what she really meant or wanted. “Come on, guys, you can help me get her into that last cabin, the one down by the lake. That way no one will know that she’s had a little too much to drink.”

“Will you stay with me?” She swayed as Van and Kyle grabbed her arms and hoisted her to her feet, then gently began to propel her into the darker shadows. “All three of you?”

“Sure thing, sugar,” Van murmured soothingly. “Low bridge, Chelsea.” He rested a hand on her shoulder, and eased her under a low-hanging branch. “Good girl. You’re doing just fine.”

“Not yet. But I sure hope so real soon!” Clumsily she groped for his belt, and ended up nearly smacking him in the groin. “Are you horny, too?”

When he caught her hand and held it carefully away from his waist, she turned to Kyle and tried to rub seductively against him. “How about you, cutie?”

Kyle groaned; he just couldn’t help it. Chelsea might be drunk, but she was seriously gorgeous, and she had a magnificent body. He’d nearly shot a load when he’d seen the firelight dancing over her luscious pearly tits! “How much further is that cabin?” he begged, and was mortified when his voice emerged half-strangled. “You need some sleep, Chelsea.”

“I need sex a whole lot more.” Impishly she stared directly at his crotch and ran her tongue across her bottom lip. “I think you do, too!”

The look Kyle shot across her head was imploring. Van grinned and rolled his eyes. “Come on, Chelsea,” he urged, and gently eased her away from the conflicted blond cowboy. “Just a little bit further.”

Moonlight sparkled like diamonds on the huge lake. “How about a midnight skinny dip, Van?” she laughed.

“Time to get some sleep,” Pierce rumbled. “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“I don’t want to sleep.” She pouted prettily up at him. Wet heat tingled seductively between her thighs as she hungrily scanned his muscular body. Damn, she was so horny!

Then a sly gleam lit her eyes. “Are you big all over?”

Pierce fought to keep his body from betraying him, and blessed the deep shadows. He was only human, after all, and her lush nearly-naked breasts were a temptation that would drive even a saint half-mad with lust. “Come on, boys,” he muttered, and tried to turn away.

Chelsea was quicker. Maybe she was starting to sober up a little, or maybe she just got lucky. But her eager hand darted unerringly for his crotch, and froze him in his tracks. “Oooh, you are!” she crooned, and squeezed him teasingly.

“We can’t do this.” Kyle’s voice shook as Chelsea turned on him again. “It’s wrong...”

“Why?” She sounded perfectly lucid as she rotated her shoulders, and her flimsy blouse fell down her back. “I want you, and I know damned well that you want me, too.” Her gaze darted down, and lingered. “All you have to do is reach out and take what I’m offering.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Sep 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463872208

Pornelope

Remember the old Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books? Everyone thought they were written by Carolyn Keene and Franklin W. Dixon...but they weren’t. Over a dozen different authors contributed ideas and used those two author names, no matter which one of them actually wrote the book.That’s who Pornelope really is: a group of close friends all collaborating on stories and sharing the same author name. Why? Because collaborating makes our stories spicier and more interesting...and brainstorming and working together is fun!You may notice some differences in writing styles or word choices, but one thing will always remain the same:Pornelope offers well-written high quality erotica that’s sure to rev your engine!

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Counselor’s Interracial Gangbang

Book 2 of Wild Sex at the Religious Retreat

By Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2018 Pornelope

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She was gonna kill him!

Chelsea gulped down another fiery swig of the rotgut Van had snuck into the week-long religious retreat, and felt her eyes water. That was okay. She’d rather the tears came from pain than heartbreak.

But by God, if she got her hands on that cheating bastard, she was gonna kill him!

She and Miguel…high-and-mighty Pastor Quetzel, she bitterly corrected herself…had been sex partners for nearly three years now. At least two or three times every week, he dropped by her little cabin out near The Falls for outrageously intense sex. That’s why she’d jumped at the chance to co-chaperone the local teens at this ridiculous so-called retreat.

Anyone who believed it had a single thing to do with religion was delusional, she sneered, and took another deep gulp. There were lots of good things about living in a small isolated town…but the bad part was that everyone knew everyone else’s business. This week out in the middle of nowhere was the perfect chance to raise hell without raising the town elders’ collective eyebrows…and by God, she’d planned to take advantage of every single minute!

A whole week of being able to bang each other senseless…wow! That had gotten her hormones dancing in a hurry!

But had he been glad to see her? No! He’d been too busy sniffing around that foreign girl who’d moved here from the Middle East last summer. What did he think, that her pussy tasted different because she looked like a sultry dusky-skinned snake charmer?

The little tart had obviously charmed him, because he’d been doing more than just sniffing! She’d caught a single tantalizing glimpse of them through the trees before they’d vanished like smoke. She was just sure his hands had been on