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passage.
    “Isaac,” he said when he was fully seated, sweat rolling down his temples. “Now.”
    “Now, now,” Carolyn echoed, shifting restlessly.
    Isaac gripped her hips and moved into position behind her, pushing his hand against her back so that she would lean down to Grange. He tickled her glistening rosy hole with the tip of his penis, then slowly pressed for entrance.
    Carolyn stiffened.
    “Push out, baby. Just push out a little.” Grange was trying to help her, but God, his voice sounded like he couldn’t drag in enough air. Shit, he wasn’t going to last two minutes.
    Carolyn pushed out, and Grange could feel the pop as Isaac’s cockhead made it through the tight ring of muscle. Carolyn reared up, crying out. Her eyes were dark and wide. She bucked once and then held herself unnaturally still.
    “Easy, baby,” Isaac soothed, “easy. You can take us. You can take a little more.”
    “God, Isaac.” Her voice sounded strangled, the sensations so obviously overwhelming as he pushed in a bit further.
    “You’re so good, Cara, so hot and perfect,” Grange said through gritted teeth. He was careful not to move, though the urge to thrust was almost unbearable. He could feel the heat of her pussy scorching his penis, weeping and wetting his balls, could feel Isaac, too, pressing against him through the thin barrier. Every muscle in his body tensed, wanting to move. It was all he could do to remain still.
    “It’s too—ah—too much,” Carolyn panted. Her features were strained, her body tense. “It—ah—it burns.”
    “Time to stop, baby?” Grange asked. “If you want to stop, say the word and it stops here.”
    Grange groaned inwardly. It would damn near kill them to stop at this point, but they would do it for her.
    Waiting for the verdict, Isaac was frozen behind her, teeth bared, muscles twitching.
    Carolyn gasped, her head dropping to rest against Grange’s chest.
    “No—ah—don’t stop. It’s too much, too good. Just—I need a minute. Give me a minute.” She was quivering between them.
    It was a moment that felt like eternity, but eventually, Carolyn wriggled, then pushed back against Isaac.
    “Okay,” she said. “Okay, Isaac, just move a little.”
    Isaac drew out only to push back in with excruciating slowness. He partially withdrew again and repeated his almost delicate entry. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples.
    “Ah, yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”
    Grange was sure that he would explode any second. The intensity of the pleasure, the fact that it was Carolyn’s sweet cunt clasped around him, clutching him, was defeating his control.
    “Isaac, damn it,” he grated, sliding his thumbs down to cover Carolyn’s clit. She jerked in response, strong inner muscles gripping harshly on his dick as she gasped wildly.
    “Go,” Isaac said, as if that was the very sign he had been waiting for, and picked up his rhythm.
    Grange began to circle his hips at Isaac’s outstroke, working the big head of his cock against the mouth of Carolyn’s womb. He could feel the tiny feminine protrusion and deliberately rubbed his swollen glans against it with each brief circle. The control it took to perform that subtle, wild maneuver was almost beyond him at this point.
    Her voice rose high in a feral wail, and the men reacted, redoubling their speed, and when Isaac’s hands pinched her stiff nipples from behind, Carolyn shrieked and clenched around them so hard that Grange swore he saw stars.
    Her fierce orgasm caused them to follow, and they writhed, grinding together on the huge bed in an agony of extreme pleasure until, what felt like an eternity later, they all collapsed in a panting, tangled heap.
    “Don’t fall asleep, Isaac,” Grange huffed after a moment. “We’re not done yet.”
    His outrageous statement was met by heartfelt groans from both his companions.

Chapter 8

    Carolyn woke suddenly in darkness with a male hand on her breast and another male’s stubbly face resting