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exception, some of them had told him. Stephen Pratchert had talked about a lifestyle and had claimed Trixie’s mother married two or three men.
    He’d heard the rumors. He’d even repeated a few of them, but he hadn’t really believed them. Now he wondered. Could he trust his own eyes?
    Squatting close to the ground, he hurried across the limited lawn between the cafeteria and an outdoor picnic area. Once again, he used the landscape to his advantage, staying low to the ground and stooping behind trees or shrubs.
    Without a lot of effort, he gained a bird’s-eye view to one hell of an erotic show.

Chapter Six
     
    Trixie was sprawled across the concrete picnic table with her bottom fully exposed. Brock stood in front of her, thrusting between her lips, screwing her mouth like he might take all day and let her really work for his pleasure.
    Behind her, Rory slapped her ass as he fucked her. She mumbled against Brock’s cock as his length slid across her tongue, the crest tapping against the roof of her mouth.
    The three of them had easily found a good rhythm. The position in itself was arousing, especially after Brock had grabbed a few stacks of linens from the SUV and covered the rough table texture with comforters and sheets. Soon after he’d dressed the table, Trixie anchored her elbows in front of her and braced for the best of good loving.
    Rory gripped her hips and hammered forward. “Sweet heaven. You feel so good, baby.”
    Her pussy slickened. The syrupy heat of her desire pooled around his cock. He hammered forward, pounding his long, hard dick inside her.
    Trixie consumed Brock’s thick length, the whole of him filling her cheeks as she devoured him. She watched in awe, totally mesmerized, as his lust rolled forward and she deliberately shattered his defenses, humming against his size.
    “Come,” Brock demanded, cradling her head in his large hands and drawing her face closer to his groin.
    He slammed against her once, inched away, and almost left her lips completely before returning again with another quick, but quite delectable, jab.
    She moaned out in pleasure rather than in discomfort. Trixie loved rough sex, and the harder they gave themselves to her, the more fulfilling the end result.
    Since it had been a while since they’d taken her together, the explosive climax was near. The finale she’d wanted to keep at bay for as long as possible was only seconds, mere thumps, away. Exquisite sensations rolled over her. Chill bumps covered her arms. Her pussy convulsed as the inferno between her legs heated to another degree of hotness.
    Rory pushed her ass cheeks together and stopped moving. Good God, she loved the tightness, the firmness of his cock as he twitched inside her walls. She closed around him, clamping down on his dick in a deliberate attempt to keep his long length trapped inside her body.
    “That won’t work right now, baby,” Rory said, a little play in his voice.
    He started a slow grind, working his thick shaft deeper inside her before leaning over her body and tucking his hands under her. Brock stared down at her with hooded eyes. Rory pinched her nipples, twirling them between his attentive fingers and thumbs.
    “Mmm,” she moaned, peering up at Brock as her body trembled from their loving.
    “I told you to come,” he rasped, pulling out long enough for her to rub her lips across his salty slit now oozing with his excitement.
    Dragging her mouth over the crest, she gripped his cock and whispered across the head, “I heard you.”
    He lifted her chin and stared at her lips. “Then come for us, sexy woman.”
    Then Brock slipped inside her mouth, changed his stance, and fucked her like a man with a cause, a man who wanted to complete his explicit mission. At the same time, Rory grabbed her hips again and screwed her with clear damning conviction.
    “Now then. Here we go. God, yes. That’s it, honey. Ah yes, let me come!”
    “It’s your turn, too, beautiful,” Brock rasped,