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Exposing me to their hungry gazes.And more.

A little self-conscious, despite their constant words of praise, I do as I’m told.

Then Forrest kneels between my parted legs while Zev sits on the mattress near my hips.

I lift my head so I can see what they’re doing.

Zev, facing away from me, spreads my labia.

This is already beyond anything I’ve experienced.

Tenderly he pulls back the little hood to expose my clitoris, and I frantically grab hold of the sheet beneath me.

In that instant, Forrest claims my mound with his mouth.

“Relax,” Zev advises.

As if that’s possible.

In the past, I’ve played with a vibrator, but nothing compares to this.

On and on he goes, licking, tasting, and then wave after wave of orgasms claim me.

Crying out, I reach for him, digging my fingers into the corded muscles of his shoulders.

He drives me wild, fingering my pussy.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I recognize they’ve taken over control of my responses as they relentlessly drive me to the edge.

I thrash my head back and forth.

The orgasms are incredible, but my body hungers for more. I need to be taken completely. “Do me,” I implore.

Zev glances back at me. “Tell us again.”

“Please.” I’m lost. “I need you in me.”

But they bring me to another couple of climaxes before Forrest relents.

While he’s reaching for a condom, Zev holds my gaze, continuing to ensure I’m fully ready for his brother.

As Forrest rolls the protection down his shaft, Zev shifts so that he’s between my thighs, and he gently slides a finger inside me. He does this dozens of times—maybe hundreds—before he adds a second, then third finger, stretching me a little.

“I’m losing my mind,” I protest around a whimper.

“You’ll be okay.”

He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, and I’m wet, ready. Desperately I lift my hips in silent invitation.

“That’s what we want.” Zev nods, moving out of the way.

Then Forrest resumes his previous position. “You’re going to take my cock.”

Trembling, I nod.

With deliberate movements—and what also has to be great constraint—he strokes into me, a fraction of an inch at a time.

“You’ve got this,” Zev promises.