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lubricated fingers past the furled rosebud of my anus. Goose bumps prickled along my arms. In his fingers slid, to the first knuckle, then the second. When they hilted, he massaged me from the inside in slow, firm strokes.
    The surprising burst of pleasure made me groan. He scissored his fingers apart, widening me, no doubt preparing me for the day when he would storm that fortress with his cock. I groaned again. His unfamiliar intrusion woke a hidden set of nerves. They lit up like sparklers under his expert touch. Suddenly Joe's suckling seemed not too gentle, but almost too intense to bear.
    'Good girl,’ Sean praised, his voice shaky with arousal.
    His hips rocked mine forward, the demands of his sex too urgent to ignore.
    He shifted behind me and rearranged himself. His shaft moved, practically scalding the crease of my inner thigh. With his free hand, he pressed it up against my pussy. The shape of him, the smoothness of his skin, the frantic pulsing of his veins, called down a gush of cream.
    'Oh, yeah,’ he said, anointing himself with the thoroughness of a connoisseur. 'Baby, you are hot.'
    Joe nuzzled lower, taking a taste for himself. From the way Sean whimpered, I knew he'd received a lick, too.
    'I'll get to you,’ Joe promised him.
    But first they got to me.
    'Faster?' Sean said, increasing the stretch of his fingers.
    I could only gasp.
    Joe took that as a 'yes' and increased his efforts. In seconds, the first climax hit me. My neck arched, my legs stiffened. Joe reached up to squeeze my nipples between his fingers and a second drum-roll shuddered through my sex.
    Feeling it, he laughed and flicked my clit with his tongue in a lightning-quick rhythm I thought Sean must have taught him. Crying out loudly enough to wake the neighbours , I ground my pussy into his face and came again.
    'Cool,’ said Joe, when I finally floated back to earth.
    'Come here,’ I said with the ragged remains of my breath.
    He slid up my body and we kissed, our first kiss -hungry on his part, languorous on mine. He tasted of me and himself, a combination of sharp and sweet. To my surprise and pleasure, he kissed without coyness or hesitation. His tongue delved into my mouth as if he couldn't get enough of me, as if he wanted to pass his fever for me through the kiss. It was catching, all right. In minutes, I was ready to take him.
    Too overwhelmed to speak, I took his sex in my hand and guided him towards my gate.
    He stopped me with a tiny shake of his head.
    For one awful moment, I feared I'd mistaken the extent of his interest. If he didn't want vaginal sex, maybe he wasn't as bi as I'd thought.
    'No,’ he breathed a millimetre from my ear. 'When we're alone.'
    Our eyes locked, just for a second, but long enough to shock me with the intensity of emotion that passed between us. I couldn't define the feeling. Longing was part of it, and fear, and hope. Hope was the scariest, I think.
    Sean stirred behind me, breaking the spell. He reached for Joe, took his cock from my grasp and smeared it with lubricant until it glistened in the lamp light, cherry-wet, cherry-red. I felt Joe's body tremble. His eyes lifted and searched mine. Focused on his own goals, Sean tugged until their shafts nestled side-by-side between my thighs.
    'Press tightly,' he said, and pushed my leg down with his hand.
    The pressure jammed their pricks together. Joe's slipped on my skin, on Sean's skin. Joe hesitated. His lips moved with words I never heard - an apology, I believe. Then they embraced each other around my body, kissed each other wetly beside my ear, and buffeted me with the fervour of their grease-slicked thrusts. Sean gripped Joe's buttocks so hard the indentations turned white. Joe flattened my breasts with his chest. Their grunts and gasps aroused me all over again. I could have listened all night, but neither man was in a mood to dawdle. Watching me take my pleasure had cranked them up. Now they wanted theirs, right away, and no monkey