The Lumberjack with 2 Rods – The Shape of Love Read Online S.E. Law

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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
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But that’s not my business. What’s got me going is the beautiful blonde girl before me, who tightens the sash around her waist before delicately making her way down the dirt road before the trailers. But instead of stopping at the one where she lives, Chloe keeps going. What the fuck? Is she lost? Can’t be. This place isn’t that big, so it’s impossible. Nonetheless, she keeps walking before turning left and I make a quick executive decision: I’m going to follow to see where she’s going.

The blonde girl pads along the path, innocent as a babe, as I stalk her from the shadows. She hums a bit to herself, unaware that she has a follower, and makes another left before turning to the right. Then, Chloe stops in front of another trailer before ascending the steps and lightly tapping at the door.

“It’s open,” a low voice sounds, and Chloe pushes the door open before stepping in with a beautiful smile. A flash of light reveals the interior of the space for a moment, and I catch a glimpse of a hulking male figure inside. His features are indistinct, but I already know who it is. This particular trailer belongs to John Rigand, one of the foremen at Crenshaw. He, too, is a lazy fuck, but he’s good-looking and has been around a couple of seasons. For some reason, Crenshaw trusts him, although I have no idea why. But that’s not my concern because within moments, a low, feminine wail sounds out into the night. It’s slightly muffled, but then there are distinct sucking sounds as well as a deep grunt.

“Fuck,” John says. “Sloppy seconds, huh? You’re lucky I dig this shit.”

“I know you do,” Chloe murmurs in return. “It’s warm and fresh too, Daddy. I saved it just for you.”

A low male growl rumbles through the night air, and then more feminine cries follow, as well the unmistakable sound of slapping flesh.

“Oh!” Chloe cries out as the trailer bounces on its springs. “Oh oh oh!”

“Fuck yeah,” John gasps, his words muted by their acrobatics. “Holy shit, you feel amazing, sweetheart.”

Meanwhile, I’ve had it. There’s no need to stay here and eavesdrop on Chloe Mackie’s sex life. Clearly, the teenage vixen has her pick of the litter, but she’s not stopping at one. She’s sleeping around with multiple men at the trailer park, but the question is why? Why has she chosen this lifestyle? What drove her to it?

Even more, where are her parents? Surely, Chloe’s too young to live on her own, but you never know anyone’s personal circumstances. Besides, a lot of folks living in the park are down on their luck. Maybe her parents are working on an oil rig, and left her to fend for herself. Maybe she has a sugar daddy somewhere, who pays her monthly rent. But wouldn’t he put her up in a nicer place? Who the fuck knows.

I shake my head before making my way home. My own trailer is silent and dark when I enter, but instead of going straight to bed, I take a seat by the window again. To my surprise, I can still hear the faint noises of sex, and I grunt. Fuck, this isn’t good. But picturing Chloe’s lush curves bouncing up and down, her head tilted back in ecstasy as she rides a hard dick makes my crotch tighten. She’s gorgeous, and I can see it already. The blonde’s throaty moans, her eyes squeezing shut as she nears climax. The way her pussy gushes, her asshole clenching too as she begins to soar. And then, finally, climax: a sensual pulse of her pussy, the sweet folds clamping and snapping as she drenches her man, his rod jammed deep within.

My pupils are dilated and my breathing raspy as I picture the dirty scene in my head. My hands fumble at my crotch, undoing the button before releasing the zipper. But that’s when I stop because my members pop out, and I’m hit by reality. Slapped in the face by reality, really, because I have two cocks. As a genetic mutant, I’m not your average man about town. Not even close.

It’s a long story. Back when my mom was an attractive young woman, she hooked up with a handsome, mysterious, European dude who had two cocks. Evidently, this guy was on walkabout from some faraway land. He didn’t stay around long, and certainly not long enough for my mom to tell him that she was pregnant. Nonetheless, Carly decided to keep me, and that’s how I came about.

But eventually, Carly figured out who my father was. Fjall wasn’t a foreign exchange student, like he claimed. Sure, he was “seeing the world,” but there wasn’t any education to it, at least not of the academic kind. Instead, Fjall is European royalty, and he had some wild oats to sow before ascending the throne. The dude came to the United States for who knows how long, sleeping with dozens of women while spreading his seed. He probably has an army of kids, and doesn’t even know it.



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