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“Of course I can carry you,” Brett told her with a trace of affronted male pride.

“You weigh less than my saddle.”

Anne settled in his arms as he limped across the room. She ran an appreciative hand over the muscles of his shoulder and upper back. “Do you like the way I look, Anne?” Brett knew he was begging for compliments, but he was nervous over what they were about to do. He had no idea what to expect. He only hoped he could perform his part well. He desperately feared disappointing Anne and Freddy.

Anne leaned down and licked a path along the strong, well-defined muscle of his shoulder. “Oh yes,” she purred, “very much.” Well, that made Brett feel better at least.

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Brett stopped next to the bed and looked around for Freddy. He found him

standing in the deep shadows in the upper left-hand corner of the room, just out of reach of the candlelight. When Anne followed his gaze Freddy stepped into the light.

He was naked, and Brett was spellbound by the sight of his aroused body. Freddy’s cock was long and hard, curving upward from its nest of dark, thick curls. Christ, it was gorgeous, arousing. Freddy had a long cock, although its girth was only half that of Brett’s. Freddy’s cock was dark with his arousal, veins showing along its length. Brett heard Anne’s breath catch when Freddy came into view.

“Do you like the way Freddy looks too, Anne?” Brett whispered hotly. He couldn’t keep his own admiration out of his voice, and Freddy looked at him oddly.

“Yes, yes,” Anne told him, as excited by the sight of Freddy as he was.

Brett laughed, he couldn’t help it. He felt so damn good. Why had he been worried just a moment ago? It was Freddy and Anne. Being with him would never disappoint them, just as he could never be disappointed when he had the chance to love them.

Brett set Anne on the bed and climbed up after her. He lay down and then held his hand out to Freddy. “Come, Freddy. Come here, with us.”

Freddy stopped on his way to the bed to grab a bottle off a small table. It was shaped like a perfume bottle. Brett had never seen it before. When Freddy reached the side of the bed he opened the bottle and held it out. “Smell.”

Brett sat up while Anne leaned over and sniffed delicately. “Oh Freddy! It’s divine.

It smells like you, only stronger. Is that cloves?”

Freddy smiled and moved the bottle a little so Brett could smell it. “Yes, cloves and honey and a few other mysterious things I didn’t ask about.”

He was right. Brett could smell all those things and some citrus, and some elusive flower. “Perfume?” he asked.

Freddy shook his head. “Oil.”

He took Brett’s hand in his free one and tipped the bottle over Brett’s fingers. Just a few drops came out, but the smell was stronger and wrapped around them, making the rather formal bedchamber seem exotic and sensual. Brett rubbed his fingers together and the slick, heavy oil coated them, making them slide together smoothly. Suddenly Brett understood what the oil was for. “Oh.”

Freddy laughed, and the sound was pure sex. “Yes, oh.”

Anne cocked her head to the side and looked confused. “Oh?”

Brett and Freddy shared a look, and Brett didn’t need to be told what to do. He lay back down and pulled Anne over so she straddled him. Then he pulled her down and kissed her. When she tried to straighten her legs, Brett grabbed the back of her knees and held her where she was. The kiss was wet and slow, their desperation gone.

Deliberately Brett thrust his tongue in and out, moving his hips slowly to the same rhythm. It only took a moment for Anne to spread her legs wider so she could meet his thrusts with her own, rubbing her mound against his hard shaft. They both groaned 156

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and Brett slid his hand from the back of her knee to her bottom. He didn’t waste time.

He simply pressed his slick finger against her tight entrance and pushed it in. It slid in so smoothly, and that in itself was an erotic thrill. Anne jerked and groaned into his mouth and Brett drank her love sounds like the finest wine.

The bed dipped as Freddy climbed on and Brett lifted his head and gently bit Anne’s shoulder while he watched Freddy straddle his legs behind Anne. Being this close to a naked Freddy who was clearly ready to fuck wreaked havoc on Brett’s equilibrium. His chest grew tight and his breathing ragged as he pictured what they were about to do. He tried to imagine the feel of Freddy’s cock inside Anne, rubbing against his, and he couldn’t. A sudden urgency gripped him.

Anne bit his earlobe hard enough to sting and Brett realized he was still biting her shoulder. He let her go.

“Thank you.” Anne was breathless, but amused. “Is he right behind me?”

Brett nodded, and he saw her close her eyes and swallow. “Tell him to hurry.”

“Hurry,” Brett rasped.

Freddy leaned over and set the bottle of oil on the table by the bed and Brett realized that he must have poured it in his hand already. Freddy rose on his knees behind Anne and Brett couldn’t stop his indrawn breath. Freddy’s hand, shining with oil, was wrapped around his glistening cock, stroking. His slick hand made the same wet sucking sound that Anne’s cunt had earlier and Brett’s stomach muscles clenched.

Freddy’s cock had darkened until it was a light reddish purple curved up against his pale torso. “I’m hurrying,” Freddy said with laughter in his voice. He was staring at Brett’s finger fucking in and out of Anne’s bottom. Brett raised his hips, readjusting Anne so she was bent at a sharper angle, and her legs spread just a little wider. Anne buried her head in the curve of Brett’s shoulder with a groan, and Freddy raised his eyes slowly to Brett’s.

Freddy let go of his cock and reached down to lightly pet the back of Brett’s hand.

Brett’s hand trembled. Freddy slid a finger down until it rested beside Anne’s entrance, next to Brett’s knuckle. At Freddy’s look Brett nodded. Anne felt slick and loose and ready to him, but he wanted Freddy to test her. He started to pull his finger out. “Stop,”

Freddy told him, so he froze with the tip of his finger still in her. “Together.” And suddenly Freddy’s finger slid in alongside his, pushing past Anne’s rim. The glide of Freddy’s finger caught Brett’s, and together they slid home inside that tight, hot space.

Anne cried out and arched her back. Brett’s hand pressed against her lower back, holding her in place for their penetration. “Can you take it, Anne?” he whispered, the dark thrill of what they were doing making his voice rough.

Anne nodded against his shoulder with a little whimper.

Freddy massaged Anne’s plump, white cheek with his free hand. “Yes, but does it feel good? I want it to feel good, Anne, when I put my cock in here.”

Anne bit Brett’s shoulder as he and Freddy pulled their fingers out and pushed back in slowly.

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“I liked it,” Freddy said, his voice so low Brett had to strain to hear it. “I liked being fucked here. I’m told it feels different for a man and a woman, but it can be pleasurable for both.”

Brett had to close his eyes and bite his lip at the thought of Freddy being fucked. He didn’t see Simon doing it in his mind, or another nameless, faceless man. Brett saw himself kneeling behind Freddy, his cock pressed against Freddy’s beautiful white arse.

“Yes, good,” Anne gasped. Her hips gave a small, tentative thrust and Freddy closed his eyes, his cheeks flushed.

“I can’t wait any longer, Anne. I’ve got to be inside you.” Very gently Freddy and Brett pulled their fingers out and Anne shivered and groaned. Brett cupped her plump cheek gently, kneading it, soothing her. Freddy didn’t wait. Before Brett could move his hand Freddy pressed his cock to her entrance. He put both hands on her bottom, one right over Brett’s, and spread her open and then pushed.

“Freddy!” Anne cried out helplessly, and Brett could feel the pop as Freddy’s round head breached her entrance.

He moaned with Freddy. Freddy threw his head back, his chest heaving, and for the first time that evening Brett saw him out of control. His hands were gripping Anne’s cheeks so tightly Brett’s hand was crushed into the soft mound, and he knew she would have marks. Freddy’s entire body shook from head to toe as he tried to hold back.

“More.” Anne’s voice was so quiet, pressed into his shoulder, Brett almost didn’t hear her.

“What, darling?” he asked, not sure he’d heard correctly.

Anne lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at Freddy. Brett caught a glimpse of the fire and wildness in her face.

“I said more.”

Freddy grinned and Brett saw his hips move as he slid farther inside Anne.

Anne tried to take a deep breath, but she couldn’t. Freddy felt huge as he slid into her bottom. Good lord, who would ever have thought having a man there would be so wickedly delicious? Anne bit her lip but a groan snuck out anyway. Brett’s arms tightened around her, the hand on her lower back rubbing gently. Dear, darling, precious, exciting, delectable Brett. Lying here naked splayed across those amazing muscles while Freddy took her bottom and Brett watched was quite possibly the most exciting thing Anne had ever experienced in her entire life. Probably the most exciting thing she would ever experience. So she settled her mind to enjoy it.

Freddy slid in deeper, and the fullness became a slight burning. She gasped a little, and Brett’s lips were at her ear. “Just breathe, darling. Freddy will make it better, I promise.”

Anne turned her head and kissed his neck. The heat of his skin on her lips made her hungry, and she licked the same spot, slowly dragging her tongue up, over the rough 158

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stubble of his beard, and then she nipped his jaw. Brett arched his neck, giving her greater access as his hand tightened on her behind. He and Freddy were pressing her down, open, making her wild. She dragged her nose across Brett’s neck. The tangy scent of his sweat and his cologne and pure man commingling with the exotic scent of Freddy’s oil fogged her mind. Freddy pushed into her some more and she bit Brett’s earlobe.

“Christ,” Brett growled, thrusting his hips up, pushing her into, onto Freddy.

“Damn me, yes,” Freddy growled right back, and the bed jostled as he let go of her and fell over them both, his hands slamming into the mattress on either side of Brett’s shoulders. At the same time he thrust deep inside her and Anne couldn’t stop her scream.

She’d never been so full in her life. She felt fucked, possessed, claimed in a way she’d never felt before. It was overwhelming, and she simply gasped for air, her hands clinging to Brett, one on his shoulder and one burrowing into his hair.

“Oh yes,” Freddy growled as he pulled back and thrust a little more gently into her.

The dragging sensation inside her was exquisite. He was hot and hard and long and she pressed back as he pressed in. “Oil,” Freddy ordered, and Anne felt Brett’s arm flex as he let go of her back and reached over and behind him. Suddenly Anne felt cool drops of liquid hitting her skin just above where Freddy was buried inside her. The drops turned into rivulets and ran down in a tingling sensation until, as Freddy pulled out, she felt them running over that passage that held him so tightly. He pushed back in and his entrance was smoother, slicker, more pleasurable than ever, and Anne clenched her muscles around him.

“Fuck,” Freddy groaned. He pressed deep and Anne could feel his pubic hair rubbing against her ass as he ground inside her, circling his hips. Anne gasped and her back arched to take him better. She felt wanton and desirable, the veriest slut, and she didn’t care. She loved this.

“Freddy,” she cried out, letting every ounce of desire and pleasure fill her voice.

“Freddy.”

“You like this, don’t you?” Brett whispered in her ear. “You like Freddy fucking your delectable, plump little arse. Are you full, Anne? Are you full of his long, hard cock?”

“Yes,” she shouted, not caring who heard, not caring what the question was. When these two men asked, the answer would always be yes.

Freddy stayed buried in her, circling his hips over and over, as he kissed her back.

His tongue dragged down her spine, tracing each bump, laving the space between each vertebra. He licked his way back up and then bit her on the nape of the neck, holding her still like a stallion to a mare and Anne thought she was going to climax from the excitement of it. Brett’s breath was sawing the air next to her ear, and she realized he was close enough to Freddy to kiss him. She twisted her head, bringing them closer.

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“Freddy,” Brett whispered, and behind her Freddy hesitated just a moment, losing his rhythm inside her, and a shudder passed through him. Their sexual awareness of one another was unbearably erotic. Anne whimpered.

“Freddy, I need to fuck,” Brett whispered. He sounded so desperate, so lustful that Anne shivered.

“Yes,” she whispered, her sex immediately pounding with an aching emptiness, as if to remind her of its presence, jealous of the cock inside her bottom.

Freddy’s teeth released her and there was a stinging, tingling sensation he immediately soothed with his tongue. She was beginning to understand that Brett soothed, aroused, with his hands, and Freddy with his mouth and tongue. “The lady said yes,” Freddy murmured.

Freddy sat up behind her, keeping his cock buried, and Anne missed his warmth, the intimacy of their three-way embrace. His hands gently gripped her under the arms and pulled her up in front of him. Now her breasts and belly missed Brett’s warmth, and the soft tickle of his abundant chest hair. She was quite taken with his chest. She leaned down, needing to feel Brett’s hard, dark nipples on her tongue. Freddy was surprised by her move, and let her go.

As her tongue dragged over the first nipple, Brett groaned and arched his back, his hand sliding into her hair. Several pins came loose and her hair pulled. She bit the small, hard nub and he groaned again with pleasure. She could feel the moisture in her folds grow hot and thick as she pleased him. She felt hands in her hair, and the tresses began to fall around her, a wild tangle of dark curls.