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by Amie Stuart

I stretched out on my back between them and spread my legs wide, hooking one over each of theirs. “Play with me,” I ordered with a giggle.

  They rolled on their sides to face me and ran their hands up my thighs almost simultaneously. Goosebumps followed. Having both of them touching me, stroking the wet, swollen folds of my cunt and spreading my juices over the closely cropped hair on my pussy was almost instantly overwhelming. I sighed and tucked an arm around each of them, even as my eyes rolled back in my head and closed.

  They each had a finger in me, then two. Then I had two hot mouths on my tits, tugging insistently at my nipples. Moaning, I arched up off the bed, tightening with need around their fingers.

  "Don't you come yet,” Alex laughingly groaned in my ear as one set of fingers slid out of me and touched my lips. “Open up."

  I licked my own juices off his fingers, dueling with his tongue for every last drop while Rick's lips trailed lower, across my ribcage, across my belly until he repositioned himself between my thighs. He locked my legs open and lapped at me with skilled familiarity. Rick knew how to make me come and more importantly, how to tease me and not make me come—yet.

  "Like that?” Alex's grin was positively wicked as he held me open for Rick. “What's it feel like?"

  No way could I have put it into a real sentence, so I settled for soft.

  "Is he any good at that?"

  "Oh, yeah.” I nodded, then my breath hitched as Rick slid his tongue across the tender area just above my asshole. Then lower, grazing the puckered little bud before he gently forced his tongue inside. It felt sinfully wonderful, and I shook uncontrollably, my hips rocketing off the bed.

  Rick's fantasy had nothing to do with two girls and everything to do with anal sex.

  "Maybe I should go help.” Before he did, Alex kissed me, long and slow and deep, seducing me, fucking me with his tongue while Rick continued to rim me. The sensation of having them all to myself, of having them everywhere, was almost too much, but I could have died happy right then or waited until they were done.

  "Turn around,” I whispered as he pulled away. Alex straddled my face, giving me full access to his cock as his lips and tongue joined Rick's. I blew out a deep breath and forced myself to focus, to ignore as much as possible the fact I had not one, but two men going down on me. Two tongues. And the fingers. Oh God. Sheer heaven and absolute hell all at the same.

  I slid my hands up the back of Alex's thighs and over the muscular moons of his ass to cup his ball-sac. They were smooth, too, and tight. Different but nice. With a grin, I licked my lips and pulled him to me, taking one then the other in my mouth and gently sucking them and teasing the base of his shaft with my tongue, before pulling his cock into my mouth. He tasted smoky sweet and smooth against my tongue.

  Down below someone slid a finger into my ass, and I squirmed against it. Against the sweet invasion and low thrumming pressure of the orgasm building inside me that eventually I'd have no control over.

  Alex's precum coated my tongue as he lapped at me. With a moan low in my throat, I gently massaged the tender spot just behind his balls. He bucked against my hand and more slid down my throat, but I refused to stop. Even as the need for release built in me, it built in him. He pushed off of me with a harsh grunt, and turned to kiss me, the taste of both of us filling my mouth. I reached for his cock, and we finished the job with our hands, until his hot semen splashed my hip. I hadn't even realized Rick had stopped to watch until we came up for air, but he sat up on his knees, a grin on his face, jacking himself off.

  I was through being teased.

  I reached for a condom off the nightstand and held it up.

  "Gimme a few,” Alex panted with an apologetic grin.

  I threw it to Rick, who obliged, tearing the package and rolling it on before sliding home inside me. He stayed on his knees while Alex watched, propping one of my legs up so they could both enjoy the view.

  "That's not fair,” I laughingly gasped. “I can't see!"

  He grabbed extra pillows off the other bed and tucked them behind me. The view, the company, and the naughty things Alex whispered in my ear as he fondled my breasts were almost too much. I slid a hand down my belly but with a word of warning, Alex stopped me.

  "I want your ass, Betsy,” Rick panted in between each deep stroke.

  Alex arched an eyebrow in question. I'm sure he saw the hesitation on my face, that fear of the unknown.

  "You can always make him stop if it's too much."

  Rick paused, buried deep inside me, and waited for my answer. I could feel myself pulsating around him as I struggled to make a quick decision. “Okay."

  Alex slipped from the bed and dug in his bag, returning with a bottle of clear liquid in his hand. “Nice and easy, buddy. Fuck her nice and slow, and I'll get her ready,” he added.

  The familiar rhythm of Rick's slow, deep strokes helped me relax as Alex gently slid a wet finger deep in my ass and spread the lubricant all around. Then applied more, lots more, and added a second finger as the initial pain slowly receded.

  The heady combination of his fingers and Rick buried inside me nearly made me climax again, but they both retreated, leaving me teetering on the edge and gasping for air. Then I winced at the initial intrusion, the head of Rick's cock much larger than Alex's fingers. Alex gently smacked my tender pussy, ordering me to relax.

  "Nice and slow,” he instructed. “Don't force it."

  "Feel good?” I panted.

  "You're so tight,” Rick groaned. He was breathing so heavily, he might as well have been running a marathon.

  "Start off nice and easy.” Alex gave me a reassuring smile and reached up to tweak one nipple.

  The pain faded, replaced with something deep and primitive and wicked. Sinfully good.

  "Like that Betsy-girl?” Rick asked, grinning at me.

  I nodded and hungrily pinched my nipples, again lost for words as I met each of Rick's gentle thrusts. The feel of him so deep inside me made my pussy ache for attention. “Alex!"

  "What's the matter, lover?"

  "Touch me,” I gasped, grabbing hold of my leg. “I wanna feel your tongue on my pussy. Now do it!"

  He obliged, pressing a kiss to the back of my knee and then catching my swollen, tender clit in his mouth while Rick rode me, hell-bent for leather until he came with a strangled shout. I followed soon after with a deep, gut-wrenching orgasm that left my bones feeling like Jell-o.

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  We napped and ordered pizza. Then went for round two—doggie style with Alex. He was hot and hard and slow. And better than the previous night. Having Rick watch and tease me was an added bonus. He enjoyed the show, and I enjoyed that.

  The following morning, we woke up sore, satiated, and smiling. I still lay between them where I'd slept all night, intermittently playing with one or the other until we were all too exhausted to move. Rick got cleaned up and went for donuts and coffee while Alex and I had a quick fuck in the shower, then we all dove back in bed naked for breakfast. So far, we'd managed to avoid any post-sexual awkwardness but one question still weighed heavily on my mind.

  "Did you decide?” Rick asked, snatching the last bite of my donut.

  I'd thought about nothing else all morning. Sex with Rick had been great—as always. Sex with Alex had been beyond my wildest dreams. “I ... can't,” I softly confessed, looking from one to the other. “So what happens now, you guys?"

  I giggled at Rick, who was too busy licking donut sugar off my chest to answer.

  "If you can't decide, then you can't. I told you yesterday,” Alex said, sipping his coffee. “You can just go on home this afternoon."

  "And then what?"

  "We hook up in about a month and do it again."

  Works for me!

  Author Bio

  Growing up, Amie Stuart wanted to be a lawyer and a psychologist. Obviously, she's seen the error of her ways. Being a writer is much more fun!

  Amie is the last of a dying breed, a native Texa
n, and still makes her home there where cowboys and music (her other two loves) abound. You can visit her at amiestuart.com or wherever trouble can be found.

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