“Mm, you’re very sensitive here, aren’t you? Have you ever taken a cock in your ass, Tamara?” Henry asked.
“Never.” Only one former lover had ever made the suggestion, and he’d turned out to be such a selfish son of a bitch, she’d told him flat-out, “No way.”
“Will you take ours?” Morgan leaned over and kissed her. “We’ll prepare you, first. We’ll stretch you and play with you. Then...” He stroked his fingers over her slit and slid one deep inside her. “Then, if you find you like that, and if you let us, we’ll both be able to fuck you at the same time.”
“Oh God.” It took no effort to see that, to imagine that. The suggestion—dark, dangerous, and forbidden—slicked her sex and made her nipples bead. She would have sworn that she would never want to try anal sex. But just a whisper of a suggestion from these men and her body craved the invasion, the double penetration.
“You’re going to drive me insane.” She wondered at the fine trembling that shot through her. Her need for them had grown so huge, so fast, she shook with it. “Oh, please, do something. I need…” How could a body need like this? How could she, who’d always considered sex to be a so-so experience, often only tolerable after several good, stiff drinks, want to have sex with these men so very desperately?
Henry turned her to face him. “Hush, sweet baby. Don’t beg. We want to give you anything you want and everything you need.” He kissed her, and Tamara felt his trembling. Morgan stroked her, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and she knew then this desperation, this quaking hunger wasn’t hers alone.
“Do you want to dry off and climb onto that big bed, or do you want me to take you here and now from behind?” Morgan’s question whispered against her ear. The words shocked her and thrilled her at the same time.
“Here. Now. Oh God, hurry!”
“Then bend over for me, Red.” The deep timbre of Morgan’s voice teased the pit of her stomach, the rumble setting off even more sparks of excitement inside her. “Bend over so I can fuck you.”
Henry moved to the side, took her hands, and placed them on the wall of the shower. She heard the tear of foil and imagined the slither of latex being rolled into place.
Bent from the waist, she looked over her shoulder and had one glimpse of Morgan’s sheathed cock just before he took it in hand and placed it against her wet folds.
Oh, yes. The sensation of his hot cock brushing the lips of her pussy made her cunt release even more of her juices. He nudged her, seeking the right spot, and then he entered her, one slow, solid thrust that seated him deep within her body.
“Oh, Morgan, you feel so good inside me.” His cock fit her as if he’d been made for her. She felt full, wonderfully, perfectly full.
“Damn you’re hot and tight, Red.” His words emerged as little more than a whisper, as if he wanted to focus everything on enjoying the sensations, with little energy left over for talking.
Morgan began to move inside her, his thrusts slow and steady, pulling almost all the way out of her, and then sliding into her again. Over and over he gave her those long, delicious strokes. The friction felt so good, she only wanted more and more and more. The desperation that had been eating at her calmed the moment his cock entered her. Her body patient now, arousal began a gentle and joy-filled climb.
“My God, how that turns me on, watching him fuck you.” Henry’s awe-filled tone added another dimension to the moment.
She looked up at him, and when his gaze met hers, she said, “I want to suck your cock.”
“Tamara.” He stepped just a bit closer, and she reached out with one hand and stroked his stiff shaft. When he closed his eyes on a groan, she opened her mouth and took him inside.
She loved the slide of his flesh in her mouth, the flavor tangy and good. She used her tongue to stroke at the same time she used her mouth to suck, tiny little pulses of suction that she could tell, by the way he moaned and then combed his fingers through her hair, felt good to him.
“Talk about a turn-on,” Morgan said. “Damn, woman, you look good with cock in your mouth.”
He began to move in her faster, the power of his plunges strong and deep. Tamara flexed her inner muscles, using her Kegel exercises to give Morgan’s cock a rippling caress. At the same time, she sucked harder on Henry’s.
“I’m close, baby,” Henry said.
Tamara appreciated the warning, even though she ignored it. She caressed him faster, took him deeper, letting him know she wanted to drink him. She trailed her fingers down to stroke and tease his scrotum. Henry groaned and shivered.
Morgan’s thrusts became sharper, and the slap of his balls against her slit excited her even more. Her own climax shimmered, so close, almost within reach.
Then Morgan reached around her. His fingers brushed where they joined, seeking, then finding her clit. He stroked it, teased it, and then pinched it tightly.
Tamara’s climax burst inside her, the waves of rapture filling her with sparkling shivers of sensation. She moaned around Henry’s cock, unwilling to release him, drawing pleasure from his presence there.
“Yes!” Henry’s hands flexed as he held her head closer. His cock convulsed. The first spurt of his cream hit her throat and she drank, drawing his seed out of him. When she’d taken her second gulp, she felt Morgan stiffen and hold himself deep inside her. His cock throbbed in her pussy with his ejaculation. The heat of his semen filled the tiny pouch at the end of the condom, and that heat, against her cervix, made her orgasm peak anew.
Tamara would have collapsed if Morgan hadn’t held her. Henry eased
