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Trey looked at his watch again. “Go.”
Brian’s fingers rubbed her clit with his practiced pressure and rhythm. Within a dozen strokes, Myrna shuddered and cried out, clinging to Brian’s thighs. Her pu**y convulsed rhythmical y around Trey’s fingers.
“Jesus. That was like eight seconds,” Trey said. He twisted his fingers again and Myrna’s legs buckled. He slid his fingers from her body and added them to his mouth with his sucker. “Mmmmm. Does she always taste this good?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“No wonder you’re always in bed with her. I never realized she was this hot. Sed doesn’t know, does he?”
“No and you’d better not tel him.”
“I need to lie down,” Myrna murmured.
Brian guided her trembling body down until she was lying on her back. She covered her face with her hands. She real y was a whore. She’d loved having Trey’s fingers up her cunt while Brian stroked her clit until she’d cried out with sexual release. Jeremy had been so right about her. She felt sick to her stomach.
A pair of lips kissed the inside of her thigh. Too soft to be Brian’s lips. Trey’s? She kept her hands over her face. Could she al ow Trey to have his way with her without permanent trauma to her psyche?
The soft lips kissed their way up her thigh until they reached the top of her leg. Something probed her ever-eager hole. Not his fingers or his tongue. His sucker? Don’t, she thought. He dipped his candy inside her rhythmical y and sucked her clit into his mouth. Her fingers curled into her forehead. I can’t do this. He rubbed her clit with the stud piercing in the flat of his tongue until she began to tremble. Can’t do this. She gasped. Oh yes, that’s the spot. Lick it, Trey. I want your mouth on me. I like it. Trey removed his cherry sucker from her pu**y and replaced it with his tongue. He wriggled and twirled his tongue, and then thrust it into her deeply. She’d never been eaten out quite like this before. She shuddered. If Brian had an uncommon talent with his fingers, then Trey’s had to be with his tongue.
“God, that feels good,” she whimpered.
The mattress sagged beside her. Brian straddled her chest and leaned over her. She moved her hands from her eyes. His c**k bounced against her chin. “Suck me?”
She opened her mouth wide and he slid inside. She sealed her lips around him and he thrust into her throat, holding onto the headboard for support so he didn’t choke her. She kept the suction tight and let him carry the rhythm. Her concentration was more on what Trey was doing to every part he could reach between her quivering thighs with his devilish tongue. Trey stimulated her with his cherry sucker again, and then spread her ass cheeks with both hands and tongued her ass**le. She squirmed. God, that felt good, too. Was it possible to have an orgasm just by having your ass licked? Ripples of delight pulsated through her empty pu**y. Her clit throbbed with neglect. Maybe just the anticipation could send her over the edge. “Mmmm.” She lost concentration and gagged on Brian’s cock. Brian pul ed back.
“You okay?” Brian asked, stroking her hair.
She nodded. Brian thrust forward again, pul ed back, thrust forward deep into her throat. Trey’s tongue writhed inside her back entrance. She tensed. She relaxed only when he withdrew his tongue altogether.
“God, you have a tight little ass, Myrna. Can I f**k it?”
She made a sound around Brian’s thrusting c**k that must have sounded like agreement, though she wasn’t sure it was. Trey moved around the bed to a side table drawer that contained Brian’s favorite toys. From the corner of her eye, she watched Trey grab a tube of lube and a heavily ridged condom from the col ection. Her eyes widened in protest. Brian pul ed out of her mouth and sat on the bed beside her. He urged Myrna onto her stomach and offered his jutting c**k to her again. “Like this, sweetheart. Give Trey some room to do his thing.”
His thing? What thing?
Her heart thudded in her chest.
Just don’t think about what Trey was going to do. Concentrate on Brian.
Myrna rested on her elbows, leaned over Brian’s lap and took him deep into her throat. She had better control in this position and could indulge him with other things she knew he liked. Her fingers stroked his ass**le, teasing him with promises of penetration. Her head bobbed up and down over the head of his cock. Brian’s fingers tangled in the long strands of her hair as he groaned in encouragement.
Trey’s hands gripped Myrna’s hips and lifted her onto her knees. His thigh eased between her legs, widening her stance. He continued to arrange her body as he wanted it—her knees far apart, her back arched downward. He inserted a slippery finger into her ass, wetting her passage with some sort of warming lubricant. He added another finger, stretching her in various directions in preparation for his penetration. She got the feeling he did this often. More lube. More stretching and probing. As if she wasn’t already nervous enough.
She released Brian from her mouth. “Just put it in already.”
Trey slapped her ass. She winced. “I’l put it in when I’m good and ready,” he said. Which was apparently that moment. He eased into her body. Heat flooded her core.
“Oh,” she whimpered. She experienced no painful burning sensation as he slid deep into her ass. Paused. Pushed deeper. He gave her time to adjust, pressing forward a little at a time. Even when she’d accepted every inch of him and he rotated his hips to open her wider, it didn’t hurt at al . Trey’s c**k wasn’t as thick as Brian’s and he obviously had a lot of practice in this technique. His angle of penetration was perfection. She rocked back against him with a groan.
“Do you like that?” Brian asked.
She expected him to start taking notes or something.
Trey pul ed back and she shuddered. He took her deep again. Dear God, yes. His thrusts became rhythmic, the heavy ribs on the condom further stimulating her throbbing flesh.
“Yeah,” she gasped. “He’s good at it. Oh.”
“That’s because he’s been done that way himself.” Brian chuckled.
Myrna expected Trey to protest Brian’s barb, but he said, “Fucked by the best.”
Trey’s rhythm was constant. Unrelenting. Myrna took Brian’s c**k back into her mouth and matched Trey’s thrusts with the movement of her head and tongue. Trey skimmed his hands up her back, down her back, over her ass, down the backs of her thighs, and then stroked the same path in reverse. She shuddered. His fingertips slid up the fronts of her thighs, the protrusions of her hipbones, her bel y, br**sts, and back again. The sides of her body next. Returning to her back. Every inch of her skin was alive with stimulation. The light pressure of his fingertips over her flesh never wavered. Each thrust matched his last perfectly. Trey Mil s was al about perfection. And when she became accustomed to his perfect synchrony, he slapped her ass again. The unexpected jolt to her system made her tense.