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Page 8 of Band of Brothers - MFMM Menage Romance (Sweet Treats 8)

“Thank you. Please turn to the left ninety-degrees.”

I stay rooted to the spot. What? Alizeh’s words echo in my ears again. Just go with the flow.

Like a dazed tourist, I turn to the left. The male crowd rumbles with appreciation.

Then the voice says, “Turn to the right, please.”

Again, I do as it says, the white slip floating around my curves like a whisper. The men rumble again with approval.

But then the voice says something so shocking that I freeze like a rabbit in headlights.

“Bend over, June,” it commands. “Please reveal your curves to the audience.”

I gasp, rooted in place as my skin flushes and my insides go wet. Bend over? Are they kidding? My white slip dress is so short that it’ll ride up and show everything as I tilt my head towards the ground. The men in the ballroom will see my lush pinkness as my slit pulses before them. No wonder Alizeh didn’t give me a pair of panties when I changed!

I can’t do this. I won’t. But then, my back begins to descend as my bottom rises in the air. I’m breathing heavily, as hot chills run through my secret spot. Holy shit! I’m doing as the voice commands, and it’s all for the pleasure of the truckers in the room. Hopefully, they like what they see, but what comes next in this dirty display?

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Finn

The girl is absolutely gorgeous. She’s curvy and brunette, with ivory skin and a sweet pout. She’s got a huge bosom as well as wide hips that make my mouth water and long, shapely legs ending in a pair of clear sparkly heels.

“Wow,” my brother Fred mutters next to me. “Holy shit.”

I elbow him slightly, warning him to keep quiet but he doesn’t even look at me. Instead, his blue eyes are fixed on the girl in the spotlight as his chest lifts and falls with excitement.

I don’t blame him because June Merchant is gorgeous. She’s a bigger woman, which is exactly what we like, and she also has that sweet yet devious look that tells us she’s ready. Her pout is plush and pink, and as her bottom rises in the air, it forms a perfect heart shape.

“Oh shit,” my other brother Forest groans audibly next to me. “Holy shit. Why aren’t I her initiator?”

I merely shake my head in the darkness, my gaze never leaving the sight of the bounteous June before us. Forest is right though. I’d love to claim June right here, in front of the other men. I’d love to take her innocence, and show her the ways of being with a man while teaching her the passionate gestures of love. It would be amazing, but some other guy won that lottery ticket.

But as I watch her smile and pose, from the corner of my eye, I see a huge, hulking figure approach the edge of the spotlight. We can’t see who it is, but it’s obviously someone who’s at least six five with a muscular physique. Just the tip of him enters the spotlight for a moment, and his shaft is dripping already, the purple helmet wet with need.

At that moment, June finally reaches the end of her bend. She’s got her legs spread, and her dress hitched up so that the silk pools on her lower back. She mewls and then runs her hands lovingly up her thighs, caressing the firm flesh. Her white mounds quiver in the air a bit, creamy and huge.

And oh god, but that slit. The pink puffiness is gorgeous and moist already with need. Her nub sticks out about an inch in the air, signaling her arousal, as her huge breasts swing and sway below her bent torso.

“Spread yourself, please,” the voice from the speakers instructs. “Show yourself to the audience.”

June’s cheeks color even though she’s upside down. But then she lets out a tiny mewl and slowly, her hands move up so that each one clutches a big cheek. Then she pulls herself open, moaning a bit as the huge moons spread. There’s a collective groan from the male crowd. Her slit opens slightly, revealing its ruby rose color inside, and of course, it’s wet and glistening with female nectar. My crotch jerks as my brothers stir restlessly by my side.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” growls Forest.

“Fuck,” adds Fred curtly.

But then, June lets out a small shriek. She’s got her head between her legs, and looking out from between that inverted vee, she’s caught a glimpse of the man standing in the shadows. All of a sudden, there’s a flurry of action. I don’t know what she’s seen, but she bolts upright and lets out another blood-curling scream.

What the hell? What just happened? She knew a man was coming for her, right? It’s a standard part of initiation. Confusion descends as every trucker in the room looks around, bewildered. Was there a ghost? A hidden camera that was just discovered? What went wrong?




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