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man unawares, but she liked a guy who was prepared.
    Turning back to face her, he held up the round disk of rubber he’d just opened and said, “Why don’t you do the honors?”
    She smiled slightly as she released Jake from her hand and took the condom—then Colt stepped close to the chair between her still-parted thighs, his hard-on at eye level with her. It was perhaps paler in tone than Jake’s, with a slight arc, and shone with more veins—a bit different from his friend’s, yet just as hard and lovely and masculine. And somehow the close-up sight reminded her just how powerful an erect phallus could be, how forceful, but in a way she thoroughly craved and felt all too ready to experience.
    Wrapping both hands around Colt’s slightly curved cock, she studied the head, the length, the arch. She touched her tongue to her upper lip as she peeked up at Colt’s face, his eyes glazed with lust. After expertly rolling the thin sheath down over the rigid column of flesh, she said, “Fuck me now.”
    In response, he let out a soft groan, then sank back to his knees on the carpet. The chair sat low to the floor, putting his dick at just the right height. She spread her legs farther, as far as she could, letting her knees rest over the arms of the chair on either side. She wanted to put herself on full display for them. She wanted to be a centerfold again.
    Above her, Jake let out a hot sigh.
    She sensed him watching, along with her, as Colt positioned himself, then eased his way inside her. She let out a low moan at the filling sensation, shut her eyes, squeezed her own breasts. “Oh God,” she purred.
    “Damn, you’re tight,” he said through clenched teeth. He sounded surprised, and she guessed she couldn’t blame him—he probably thought she did this every weekend.
    She met his gaze, bit her lip, drank in the feeling of him beginning to move in and out of her in slow, even strokes she felt to her core. “Mmm, God, yes,” she said.
    But she wanted something more at the same time. She couldn’t squander this unexpected bounty, after all. So she again reached for Jake’s hard cock, squeezing it sensually in her fist, then bringing it back to her lips.
    “Ah . . . ah, fuck,” he breathed in agonized pleasure as she closed her mouth back over him. Talk about power. Giving one man that much pleasure while taking it from another—it made her feel more in control of her body than ever in her life. She’d never felt so sexually fulfilled and knew she never would the normal way. One man, a relationship? Those things weren’t for her. And that truth might make her daily life a little less than she’d hoped for as a girl, but this . . . this surpassed her wildest dreams of pleasure.
    Soon Colt fucked her harder in pistonlike drives that made her cry out around Jake’s length, even as she sucked him with vigor in the same hot rhythm Colt used below. Her body felt like a receptacle—a receptacle for cock, all the cock she could get.
    When finally Jake pulled his length from her eager lips—almost forcefully—saying, “Shit, stop before I come,” she hungered immediately for its return. Her mouth felt empty and she clenched her teeth in frustration even as she continued to emit hot whimpers in response to Colt’s deep plunges below.
    But then Jake knelt beside her, leaning in to take her breasts in his hands, more firm than gentle now, and began to kiss her again like there was no tomorrow. And mmm, it was good to have her mouth back on him, in whatever way possible—good to have that part of her body stimulated once more. When he thrust his tongue there, she instinctively closed her lips around it and sucked, as if it were a replacement for that fine cock of his—she was desperate for the sensation. As Colt continued thrusting into her welcoming cunt, she held Jake’s tongue with her mouth and got lost in it all for a long, heady moment, eyes shut, body supremely pleasured.
    When she opened her eyes,