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awakened, I wanted nothing more than to feel him against me. As I cuddled him, I could see how my warmth and closeness aroused him. His penis grew longer and stronger, and my hand went down to coax and caress his thickening manhood back into the ripe, swollen member I’d been missing since this afternoon.
    I lay my heavy head in his lap and in no time he had my shirt up around my neck and over my head. He traced his fingers over my shoulders and down my spine as I slipped his cock into my mouth. I knew he’d been missing me too. He groaned as I gently squeezed his tender balls. I flitted my tongue over his cock slit, and popped the head in and out of my mouth as if it were a sweet, ripe apricot. He caressed my neck and face with gentle fingers, feeling the flex and stretch of my cheeks as I let his salty bulge in and out of my mouth.
    I eased my legs over the edge of the sofa and sank down onto my knees in front of him. His gorgeous phallus obscured my vision. From this position, I could take him comfortably deep into the back of my throat the way I knew he liked. For a moment I wondered if his moans or my loud, greedy slurping would wake Talia. But I quickly put that thought out of my mind.
    And just as I chose to ignore that thought, I felt Talia’s warm, small hands on my shoulders. The surprise of her touch made me jump, but when I looked up into my lover’s face, he was wearing a sly smile. He had seen her coming the whole time. Though I feigned surprise, I secretly admired their tacit conspiracy. These two strangers could have surprised one another in extremely inauspicious circumstances. But, with me equally compromised between them, they had agreed to come together—not to cower in humility and shame. I looked over my shoulder to see Talia wrapped in a towel. She was also smiling impishly.
    â€œI’m sorry I woke you,” I offered in a small voice.
    â€œMmmm…..I’m not,” she replied.
    Talia narrowed her eyes and pointed an accusing finger at my lover. “Don’t think you’re going to take my girl from me that easily,” she said. And as she did so, she let the towel slide proudly and decisively off her naked little body.

    My lover only grinned defiantly.
    As I turned my affection back to him, Talia’s hands were around my waist, her fingers under the narrow elastic of my underwear. In a second, she had the flimsy garment over my hips, sliding down my thighs. I lifted my knees one at a time and she slipped my panties over my calves, past my ankles and off.
    As I gorged myself on my lover’s flesh, Talia kissed and kneaded my buttocks. Her naughty, nimble tongue began to moisten the valley of my ass as she explored the crevice from my prominent pussy up to the small of my back. I gasped with delight and surprise when she wasn’t afraid to lick the sensitive bud of my asshole—circling it, then probing it delicately.
    I felt as though all of my senses were charged. My lips, my pussy, my ass, the sensitive parts of my skin that my lover already knew so well. I felt as though I were the centre of the universe; a giver and receiver of so much raw pleasure. I was stimulated everywhere, as though the energy flowed out of one of them, though me, into the other and back again in an escalating spiral of joy. I became an Everything. A giver and receiver. My mouth and throat pistoned up and down on my lover’s turgid penis as Talia’s fingers and tongue glided smoothly in, out, and around my most private points of pleasure.
    â€œThat’s sooo good, baby,” my lover growled tersely. “You suck me so good when someone else is playing with you.”
    â€œYeah,” giggled Talia. “She’s so fucking slippery she’s making me wet!”
    My lover held my face in his hands.
    â€œI want to be inside you, baby,” he said softly. “I want to feel your slippery cunt over every inch of my cock.”
    Some men can say the