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For a moment she was frozen. But his mouth was the instrument of her dreams. Well, one of them. Heat flashed through her so fast she felt light-headed.

Her mouth opened wider. Did she do that? Her tongue caressed his, and someone moaned. Did it come from her throat? Jesus, she was kissing Jake. Finally, after all that longing. The idea of it almost made her come.

Oh God, more. Her pussy clenched in an agony of longing. She pressed her chest, still trapped under the soft sheet, up against him and let her tongue explore the soft recesses tasting of peppermint toothpaste and sexy Jake.

He pulled back, ripping their lips apart, still holding her head. “I hope you don"t hate me for this, but if you"re gonna, hate me later.”

He glanced over his shoulder, and the sheet vanished, pulled down to her feet in one smooth move. Her whole body shivered. Oh yeah, there were two men here.

Jesus, what did Roan think about this? In answer to her question, she felt soft hands on her thighs. Silky fingers caressed dangerously close to the part of her that most ached. Holy shit, she was lying on a bed with two men. Two young, gay men.

She wished she could ask Shakti for advice, because ménage was much more up her mom"s alley, but at this moment that alley was looking damned attractive.

Jake pulled the straps of her tank top down over her breasts.
Yes
! He stroked.

Her back arched, pressing her hard nipple into his hand. He groaned deep in his throat and pulled her full nipple into his mouth, sucking voraciously, his hand pumping her breast.

The pleasure was almost too much to bear. “Jake, oh God, Jake.”

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So many hands—and mouths. Her bikini panties slid off, and her legs were spread.

Jake"s mouth devoured her nipple, every pull shooting straight to her womb.

Then she felt it. The first kiss was gentle, on her inner thigh. Oh God, a silken tongue licked from the juncture of her thigh onto her shaved pussy, gently lapping the lips. No breathing. She didn"t want to do anything to make him stop. Either of them. Two fingers pulled her labia apart, and that hot tongue licked her from anus to clit. Shiiiit. Nothing could feel this good. “Yes.”

She bucked. Closer. More. Jake pulled back from her breast and tried to hold her so Roan could get that luscious tongue deep in her folds. He lapped around her labia and then circled her clit, teasing and torturing.

Jake whispered in her ear, “Tell him what you want, sweetheart. We"ll give you anything.”

“Please, more, please.”

Roan chuckled without ever taking his lips from her clit. He started a steady, hard, sucking pull. Two fingers slid into her vagina and started pumping.

Oh God, it felt so good. It felt—too much. She held her breath, trying to keep from exploding, but it was just too late. Her body needed it so much. It was so good.

Heat flashed from her tailbone to her head, her womb convulsed, and she screamed with the first really fantastic orgasm she"d had in—well, forever. And she trembled and shuddered like it would never stop.

Roan kept gently licking as she tried to figure out how to breathe. Then he pulled back his mouth and pushed two hooked fingers into her vagina, pressed down on her pubic bone with the other hand and started a relentless massage inside.

She wriggled. “What are you doing?”

Jake whispered into her ear, “Does it feel good?”

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“It feels strange; I don"t know.” A deep throbbing began in her womb. “Oh, yes, I think it does feel good.”

Roan just kept tickling that spot inside relentlessly as she writhed.

Jake murmured, “Her G-spot?”

“Yeah, she"s really sensitive.”

By now, her hips were in total buck, and she was thrashing her head. “Oh, stop, I don"t think I can come this way, not again, I, oh shit, Roan…” And she came in a whole new way. A deep, exquisite explosion almost subtle compared to the clit, but oh, God, it was satisfying.

Roan slowly removed his fingers and put them in his mouth while Jake smoothed her now sweaty forehead. She tried to focus her eyes. “Are you sure you"re gay?”

And with the hand soothing her brow and the sound of soft laughter, she fell sound asleep.

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He pulled back and looked into the green eyes. “Jesus, I"m so horny you may not be able to sit for a week.”

Roan was gasping into Jake"s ear. “I"ll love standing; just get your cock in me.”

“First tell me that woman in there isn"t going to wake up and freak. She could, you know. And then I"d be out of a friend and out of a job.”

“There are no guarantees, baby. You knew that going in. But she sure seemed into it, and I know she really cares about you. Shit, she tasted like heaven and came like a starving woman.”

“Yeah, she did.”

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“And, baby, I need to follow her, so get your gorgeous cock into that bedroom. I don"t want to sleep tonight.”

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Chapter Five

Em took a deep breath. The soft scent of sandalwood, maybe? Where was she exactly? Stretching, she felt a lovely little twinge. Oh yeah, that clit had been sucked into oblivion by somebody who knew how.

That"s where she was.

She opened her eyes. Morning. Soft light through the shoji screens, the clicking music of the bamboo fountain in the garden. Heavenly.

She sat up slowly, perched cross-legged, and looked around. Seeing her bikini pants and tank top folded on a gold silk armchair reminded her she was naked.

What exactly had happened last night? Was that passionate scene planned or just some kind of spontaneous human combustion? Her combustion. Man, she had come hard. She couldn"t remember the last time she"d responded like that. Maybe because she never had. And now she felt so good, it was hard to regret a moment.

God, she"d kissed Jake. He"d sucked her breasts like in a thousand daydreams.

And Roan. The tongue that ate Manhattan. No one had ever come close to giving her oral sex that wonderful.

But dammit, they were gay! Even if Jake said “just operationally,” Roan was a died-in-the-wool, no-holds-barred, pick-your-favorite-cliché homosexual. Surely ardent pussy-eating didn"t qualify as initiation into the gay boys" fan club. Em was seriously confused.

Even more confusing was the fact that she wasn"t too horrified at having been made love to by two men. Yes, sports fans, they called that a ménage à trois, and she didn"t feel nearly weird enough about it. Of course, she"d had some serious role-modeling in her youth. In the commune they"d lived in, there were a couple of three-Genetic Attraction

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partner relationships, and everyone had accepted them as normal. She didn"t know if in those partnerships the men had also been lovers. She wondered. But this wasn"t a partnership, just a fling, so maybe the rules were different. She chuckled.

She"d have to consult the ménage handbook. Google the rules.

When confused, she needed coffee. Actually, when not confused, she needed coffee. Jake loved coffee too, so maybe they had a coffeemaker in the kitchen that started automatically.

She slid off the platform bed and padded to that closet. Good Lord, if they ever needed money, they could rent it as a two-bedroom apartment. After rummaging in her bag, she pulled out a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. No underwear required.

Find coffeemaker. Grab bean juice. Come back to bed and wake no one. That was the plan.

She opened her bedroom door and listened. No sound. Slipping out into the hall, she headed for the stairs. The beautiful big window on the far wall streamed with early morning sunlight. That must be a gorgeous view.

Quietly, she padded over to the window, loving the textures of hardwood and thick rugs under her bare feet. Wow. The sun was just rising, and she could see for miles. The house was on a hill, very isolated, with the nearest neighbor barely visible across the oriental gardens and open fields of what looked like lavender. She loved fall. The green was just surrendering to the brilliant colors that consumed the dense trees. It was going to be a beautiful day, and she got to be in Connecticut with two beautiful men. Hmm. Men whose intentions were very unclear.

Back to plan A. Coffee.

She turned from the window. She heard a noise. Was that a moan? She looked over her shoulder and found from this angle that she was looking directly into the partially open door of the master bedroom. The masters were very much in residence.

Roan was on hands and knees in the middle of a wide bed, naked, with his beautiful face pressed down onto a pillow and his beautiful ass up in the air. Behind 36

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him, Jake, her Jake, also naked, was pumping a long, rock-hard cock into that gorgeous asshole. Both men, eyes squeezed shut, panted and moaned. Her heart raced. If she"d wondered how she would feel about gay sex, she now had her answer.

Instant desire. Drawn, she took two steps closer and could make out the men whispering obscenities about how great this felt and how they wanted to do it forever. She hoped they kept that promise, because she wanted to watch it forever.

She"d only seen two men together behind plants in soft porn movies. Her mom had lots of gay friends, but she"d never seen them kiss, much less fuck. This was the real thing. That big, hard cock, glistening with lube, slammed in and out of Roan"s anus while the beautiful dark lover pushed back again and again to take as much as he could get.

Her gaze shifted.
Holy shit
. She was staring at the most enormous penis she had ever seen, except maybe in an occasional movie. Sticking out below Roan, this phallus was mesmerizing, thick and long, and out of proportion to the slender man it graced. That"s what she"d felt on the dance floor. Oh God, she wanted to wrap her lips around that enormous rod and suck the precum dripping from it.

“Do you like what you see, sweetheart?”

Caught. Embarrassed and wildly turned on, she looked up to find both men still fucking and staring straight at her.

Jake smiled, and she could hear his ragged breath. “Have you ever seen two men fuck before?”

She shook her head.

“Do you like it?”

She was light-headed with pure desire. “Oh, yes.”

“But we have a problem, sweetheart. See that big cock of Roan"s?”

“Oh my, yes.”

“See how it"s dripping and begging for attention?”

She could barely nod her head.

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“Well, sweetheart, I"m a natural top.” He never stopped pumping. “I love to fuck Roan, and he hardly ever has a great place to put that fantastic cock while I"m fucking him. So don"t you think you could give him a place?”

“What?” Is that what he meant?

“Take off your clothes, grab a condom from the nightstand, and come over here. Let"s see if you can get that big thing into you where it belongs.”

Her knees almost buckled. “Oh, shit.”

Roan"s silky voice. “Hurry, darling, let me fuck you.”

Thinking was not on the menu. She moved. Like wings carried her, she dragged the sweatshirt off, pulled down her shorts, and was ripping the condom wrapper in her teeth before she could even take a breath.

Jake knelt back, taking Roan with him, still pumping his ass while Roan"s huge penis bobbed in front of him, so heavy it couldn"t quite hug his body like it wanted to.

She shook her head. “Where did that thing come from?”

Roan was gasping from the reaming he was still getting. “Freak of nature.”

“Oh, that must make me a natural scientist.” Oh God, she couldn"t wait to get it in her. Her dripping pussy left little tracks on the sheets.

It took a little work to get the condom over the huge plum of a head, even with all the natural lubrication. She slipped under him on her back, and Jake moved Roan into position over her.
Oh, man. This is it.

Roan was gasping. “We"ll take it slow. Tell me if it hurts.”

She grabbed his head, slipping her fingers into that fall of silky black hair, so she looked straight into green eyes. “You can"t imagine how watching you two turned me on. This is so not going to hurt.”

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beside Roan"s body. Returning her gaze, he grasped the huge cock and found her opening with it.

“Ready?”

“Oh yeah.”

Jake stopped pumping so that Roan could find a rhythm. The younger man pushed into her once, and she felt a huge stretching as the big head forced its way through the inner ring of her vagina. It stretched, and she felt like electricity was shooting into her heart. He pulled out a bit, and then another big push shoved him in another two inches. Oh, but he had so many to go. Her channel burned, but not in a bad way. No, not bad at all as his pubic bone pushed against her clit—just perfectly. Then a powerful push shoved that monster cock straight back to the surface of her womb. Involuntarily, she jumped.

He stopped. “Oh, God, did I hurt you?”

“No, no, Roan, it"s wonderful. Please don"t stop, not for anything, please.”

He moaned “Oh shit,” and began pumping with a vengeance. She could tell he was trying to control the depth so he didn"t pound against her cervix but was only successful about half the time. She didn"t care. Her pussy burned and even hurt some, but it was incredible, wonderful, the best thing she"d ever felt, and she bucked her hips, taking as much of him as she could.