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forward and back as he pleased while he slid in and out of her
pussy. The ridges of his cock stroked and teased her inner walls,
and unbidden, her pussy pulsed and spasmed around him with every
other thrust as her orgasm approached. From the moment she walked
in the door, she’d been primed and ready to go. Now, with a dick in
her mouth and Richard’s salty essence dancing along her taste buds,
she was even more aroused.
    She moaned when Trevor tweaked her clit and groaned
when he circled the tiny nubbin with his fingertips. Around and
around he circled while his cock slid in and out of her cunt.
Richard moved in counterpoint, going in when Trevor went out, out
when he went in. At no time was she empty or wanting for dick. Not.
One. Second.
    Some women would feel used by such a configuration
of bodies, yet Ashley felt loved, cherished. The men with her cared
about her. Not just whether she lived or died, but truly cared for her . Before now, Richard had been an object of her hidden
lust, but also a friend, and it went without saying that she loved
Trevor with all her heart. Giving and taking pleasure from these
two men was her ultimate fantasy, and now it was being
fulfilled.
    Ashley increased her suction on Richard’s cock,
intent on pouring her soul into this sharing of bodies. “Fuck,
yeah, suck that cock, Ash. Fucking beautiful.”
    Crude, but sweet nonetheless.
    She had no control over her pussy anymore. Trevor
played her cunt like it was a well-tuned piano and he was Mozart.
The man knew just where to pinch, stroke, and touch to send her
off. And he did.
    In and out, slow and fast, the two men shifted her
between them. Back and forth she rocked while they made love to her
with encouraging words and groans until she couldn’t hold back any
longer. Her pussy clenched and released with an ever increasing
rhythm around Trevor’s cock while her breath came in billowing
puffs through her nose. Eyes closed, she chased her orgasm. Her
whole body shook as a rising tide of pleasure coursed through her
veins with each passing second.
    “She’s coming,” Trevor grunted. “I’m gonna
come.”
    “Fuck yeah, coming down your throat, Ash.” Richard
knotted his fingers in her hair and held her steady. She opened her
throat and allowed the euphoria of her orgasm to take her, to sweep
her away in the waves of pleasure as the men came with her.
    Hot jets of semen slipped over her tongue and down
her throat as Richard came in her mouth. The salty-sweet taste of
his seed only worked to intensify her pleasure. The spasms still
stole through her body from head to toe while Trevor pumped in and
out of her, jerking as his own orgasm broke free and he screamed
her name.
    The three of them, satisfied and for damn sure
glowing, curled together in the middle of her queen-sized bed,
exhausted.
    * * *
    Of course, she awoke the next morning, alone, to a
stupid “Dear Ashley” letter that outlined with bullet points exactly why she and Trevor couldn’t continue their relationship.
Ha!
    At first, she’d been devastated. She did go to work
the next day…and the next. But her heart wasn’t in it any longer. A
few weeks passed, Trevor was promoted, and still she felt empty
inside. Finally, like the true stalker girlfriend she felt like
she’d become, she’d called Richard.
    Over coffee and copious amounts of chocolate,
Richard gave her enough insight into Trevor’s behavior to formulate
a plan… the plan . Only, unlike her favorite cartoon mice,
Pinky and The Brain, she was not going for world domination. Nope,
she was settling for dominating one man. Trevor.
    The man of the hour—okay, hours—swung his Mercedes
into her driveway and cut the engine. She reached for the handle,
but before she could open the door, Trevor twined his fingers with
those on her left hand. “I really do love you, Ashley. And I’m
sorry—”
    She pressed the fingers of her right hand over his
mouth. “You can apologize by going inside with me and