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of him in my mouth.
    Ridge tilted my head toward him. Alan’s wet cock slipped
from between my lips. Ridge stuck his erection into my mouth. Caramel sauce.
The best accompaniment to vanilla ice cream saturated my buds, my favorite
dessert. I looked up at him, removed him from my mouth for a second and mouthed
a silent “thank you”. Ridge grinned as he pumped his flavored cock back into my
mouth. Alan leaned closer. I opened my mouth wide enough to take both their
cocks between my lips and experienced the most mixed emotion of my life. Part
of me wanted to cry at their thoughtfulness, the other wanted them to fuck me
well into the next year.
    With perfect coordination, they lowered me onto my back.
Alan knelt beside my head and continued to feed me his cock. Ridge sheathed his
erection in a condom. He spread my legs wide, licked my soaked pussy before
entering me, slow and gentle at first, so unlike him. I jerked as he stretched
me. Alan’s cock slipped from my mouth as I gasped and thrashed around the bed,
fascinated by the fact that I had a cock in my pussy. A real, live cock. A
beautiful one, a thick and hard one that belonged to a beautiful man, one of my
best friends. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling. But Alan refused to be
neglected. He tapped my lips with the head of his dick. I opened for him,
engulfing him now with the same flagrancy I received Ridge’s cock.
    Ridge changed his momentum and fucked me hard, drawing
shameless moans, groans and whimpers from me, which I tried to stifle but
failed. Alan’s cock fell from my mouth. I screamed out in pleasure as Ridge
made me climax. At once, I became aware again of the audience before us. Their
reaction to my orgasm caused a stir in the ambience around me, charging me with
even more sexual abandonment. I wanted to please this appreciative audience. I
wanted to give them everything I was worth only because they thought I was
worth something—worth a lot actually.
    Ridge slipped out of me as Alan slid beneath me. I straddled
his thighs until his cock touched the entrance of my pussy. I lowered myself
over his now-condom-covered arousal with the poise of a temptress. Slow.
Sensuous. My sex lips spread wide to take him in deep. My hips swayed, my
breasts tossed about. I fucked him—my mind swimming with images of what Ridge
busied himself with behind me.
    Alan raised himself, captured the pebbled peak of my breast
in his mouth and dragged me down with him as his head rested on the pillow
again. His hands brushed down the center of my spine, lower where he separated
the spheres of my ass. With master synchronization, the coolness of a
lubricating gel tickled my anus. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
    Ridge’s fingers rotated around my tight rim before he took
another dollop to the center of my opening. I quivered, quaked, contracting all
my muscles as the long-forgotten feeling of intrusion in my ass persisted. Of
the three times I had anal sex, with the same person I might add, many many
moons ago, none were worthy of remembering now, not with Alan and Ridge at the
helm of my starved orifices.
    Alan willed me to relax the maniacal hunger brewing within
me. Ridge bit and sucked a piece of my ass, his fingers never ceasing their
journey deeper into me. I loved every inch of his wicked invasion. When he had
labored up to the knuckles of three fingers, Alan slammed me down onto his
cock, flat against his balls. Ridge drove home as deep as he could in my ass. I
hissed, my breathing chaotic, my ambition to take his whole fucking arm if he’d
give it to me. Ridge extracted his fingers then squirted generous amounts of
lubricant to my ass again. I was ready for him already—did he know that?
    Alan continued to fuck me until my breasts ached from
bobbing up and down. Ridge finger-fucked my ass again until I couldn’t think
straight anymore. Another climax sluiced through me. I felt like a woman high
on wild and loving it. Ridge pulled his fingers from my ass. Alan slipped