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jerked as he ejaculated were things Nalira would remember until her

dying day. Lon never let go of him, but Nalira wanted to watch.

Twisting her head to the side, she could see white cream running

down Lon’s chin, the blissful expression on his face, and Sar’s wet

balls sucked up against his body. Another orgasm shook her, but

nothing in her entire life had prepared her for what happened next.

Lon smiled down at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’m

gonna fuck him with his own cum. Watch me.”

Lon hopped off the table as Nalira rolled over onto her stomach.

This, she
had
to see.

Grabbing Sar around the waist, Lon pulled him toward the bed,

bending him at the hips to display the muscular cheeks of his butt. His

asshole was already slick with the oil that Nalira had used, but Lon

added even more lubrication in the form of Sar’s creamy semen.

“You got him nice and relaxed for me, Nalira,” Lon said with

approval. “Now I just have to open up his ass and spit.”

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Nalira felt like her clitoris was about to do some ejaculating of its

own as she watched the semen drop into Sar’s hot, pink hole. Lon

then positioned himself and slid his dick up and down in Sar’s crack,

coating it with a mixture of oil and cum. He probed at the anus and

then stopped, waiting.

“Come on, Sar,” Lon urged. “Fuck me.”

Sar groaned and backed into him, driving Lon’s cock deep into his

ass.

Nalira let out a gasp as she imagined his pain, but Sar certainly

didn’t appear to be suffering. Instead, he took control of the situation

and bounced against Lon as hard as he could.

“No, it doesn’t hurt, Nalira,” he assured her. “This is the best way

to do it. You become the fucker instead of the one being fucked. It’s

incredible.”

Lon grinned wickedly. “Want to give it a try?”

“Actually, I’d rather be the filling in a Sar-Lon sandwich.” Nalira

burst out laughing at her own audacity. She’d never even thought of

such a thing before, but the words had just popped out.

Lon laughed right along with her. “If I nail him hard enough, he’ll

get it up again, and then we can do that. Watch this.” With that, he

grabbed Sar by the shoulders and pulled him upright. Hooking his

arms under Sar’s armpits, Lon unleashed a series of wild plunges that

had Sar’s genitals bouncing like ping-pong balls. He was right,

though, because Sar’s cock went from limp to rock-hard in seconds.

“I like to do this in front of a mirror so I can watch him come,” Lon

said. “He sprays spooge all over the place.”

While this was something Nalira would have dearly loved to

witness, her original idea was sounding better by the second, and Lon

seemed to agree.

Sar let out a sob as Lon withdrew. “Gotta go wash my dick,” Lon

said cheerfully, giving Sar a slap on the ass. “Then I’m nailing you,

Nalira, so get ready.”

If Nalira had been any more ready, she would have melted into a

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puddle, but Sar had other ideas. With a grin that was somehow

different from Lon’s, he picked up the bottle of oil. Closing her eyes,

she felt his oiled fingers slide between her buttocks. He did the same

thing she’d done to him, but being the recipient was
so
much better.

As his finger slid through the thick ring of muscle to stimulate the

sensitive mucosa, Nalira moaned out loud, rising up to push against

his finger, mimicking what he’d done with Lon’s cock.

“You’re a quick learner,” Sar said, a touch of pride in his tone.

“Graduated law school at the top of my class,” she murmured.

“But they never taught me
anything
like this.”

“Tell me, are you still in pain anywhere—your back or

shoulders?”

If there was any smugness in his voice, Nalira couldn’t detect it,

but he could have been as smug as he liked, for Nalira felt no pain,

only intense pleasure. “None whatsoever.” Sighing deeply, she added,

“That feels
so
good.”

Sar’s deep-throated chuckle made her shiver. “I know.”

Lon returned, his stiffly upcocked penis a deep reddish-purple

from the scrubbing he’d given it. “I should have let you wash me,

Nalira. Having your wet, soapy hands on my dick would have been a

whole lot more fun.”

“Probably so,” she agreed. “Maybe next time.”

Lon sauntered over, his cock swinging back and forth with the

sway of his walk. “That would be fabulous. Do I pass the sniff test?”

Thrusting his hips forward, he ran his dick under her nose. He’d

used her personal soap, rather than the generic stuff provided by the

hotel, and smelled like herbs and fresh tea.

“Perfect.” Exotic soaps were one of the few luxuries Nalira

allowed herself. Her law practice paid well, and though she rarely

treated herself to things like massages and room service, just this

once, she was thanking her lucky stars for the pain and exhaustion

that had driven her to take the plunge.

Lon’s cock not only smelled perfect, it
was
perfect. Thick and

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stiff, the blunt head hard and shiny with clear, viscous moisture

dripping from the slit… A shudder of want coursed through her body.

“You look hungry again,” Lon observed. “Do you want more

food, or would you rather suck my dick?”

Nalira didn’t reply, but reached out and grabbed his butt, pulling

him close enough to shove his hot cock into her mouth.

“Excellent choice!” Lon said. “And you can have all you want.”

Nalira had never considered herself to be insatiable, but these two

were giving her ideas that went far beyond the norm. Anytime she’d

sucked Harku, she’d been very careful not to hurt him, but the coronal

edge of Lon’s cockhead seemed hard enough to withstand her teeth.

“Ooh, Sar!” Lon purred. “Look, she’s biting me.”

“We bite, too.” Nalira knew a fleeting moment of apprehension as

Sar’s hot breath tickled her butt. The swipe of his tongue increased

the anticipation, and then he sank his teeth into her. She was already

on fire, but this threatened to consume her.

“Mmm…” He sighed, licking her again. “Delicious! I think it

might be time to make that sandwich.”

Lon ran the head of his cock across her cheek, teasing her lips and

nose. “Don’t suck me yet,” he said. “I want to hear you moan.”

Nalira thought she was already making too much noise and would

have welcomed Lon’s dick to stifle her cries, but after one last bite,

Sar backed off and went for the oil again. She heard him squeezing

the bottle, followed by the soft, sucking sound of his cock being

greased.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass now, Nalira. Remember what I told

you.”

She remembered all right, but to do that, she had to get her feet on

the floor. Sliding off the edge, she thrust her hips back, delighting in

the feel of his smooth cockhead against her anus. He teased her

gently, pushing, withdrawing, driving her wild with anticipation until

she finally took control, impaling herself with his stiff shaft in one

quick backward stroke.

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He must have been used to it, because there
was
pain involved,

but what little there was couldn’t overcome the incredible sensation of

his cock buried in her ass. She bounced off him and discovered that

the outstroke felt even better. Picking up a rhythm, she rammed his

cock in until she felt his balls tickling her pussy lips.

“Way to go, Nalira!” Lon yelled. “Fuck him hard!”

Nalira found this kind of control very heady indeed.

Unfortunately, even though he’d braced himself, she still couldn’t

bang him as hard as she wanted.

“Bet I know what you want,” Sar said. “You want me against a

wall, don’t you?”

“How could you tell?”

Laughing delightedly, he pulled her hips up snugly against his

groin. “Because that’s the way I like it.” Taking her with him, he

backed up to the short hallway by the door. “These are the strongest.”

Nalira giggled. “The voice of experience speaks?”

“You could say that.” Sar settled himself against the wall with a

wide stance that put his groin at just the right height for her. “Let ’er rip!”

“Interesting choice of words,” Nalira remarked, and she let him

have it—hard and fast and deep. In her wildest dreams, she never

imagined anything feeling quite as good, and it was certainly better

than anything Harku could manage.

Closing her eyes, she fucked him relentlessly, determined to make

him come in her ass. The pleasure was so intense she was sobbing out

loud and had no warning that Lon was approaching until he took her

face in his hands and kissed her.

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Chapter 2

Lon had waited as long as he could. Watching Nalira fuck Sar

against the wall almost had him ejaculating into the air. Her hands

were braced on her bent knees and her hair hung in seductive tangles,

while her face displayed the most blatant effects of carnal lust he’d

ever seen. Her lips were blood red and swollen, her cheeks flushed,

and her lashes sparkled with tears. Her ecstatic cries reached him on a

visceral level, and watching her naked breasts bounce and sway with

each thrust was almost more than he could take. He needed to feel

them pressed tightly against his chest.

The penetrating kiss was a mere prelude to what he had in mind.

Grabbing a nearby chair, he shoved Sar into it and flipped Nalira’s

legs up in the air. “Let’s fuck.”

Nalira reached between her legs. Separating her deep pink labia,

she invited him inside.

Lon’s breath went out with a sigh as he plunged his aching cock

past those swollen folds, her soft, wet flesh caressing his stiff shaft in a soothing embrace—an embrace that promised the sweetest release

of his life. He’d heard women criticized for seeking the perfect cock,

but he was certain he’d not only found the perfect pussy, but also the

perfect woman. Her eyes were soft and unfocused, but still pleaded

with him to stay right where he was—forever.

As he moved, he felt the head of Sar’s dick rake the underside of

his penis through the thin wall of muscle that separated them. He

loved Sar to distraction but suspected that in Nalira, they had found a

lover to satisfy them both. Nuzzling her neck, he breathed in her

scent. “How does it feel to be full of hot, hard cock?”

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Her reply was barely a whisper. “Like nothing I’ve ever dreamed

of—like being complete for the very first time.”

Lon nodded. “I feel the same way.” Bending his knees, he altered

the angle and let out a groan. “I can feel your sweet spot and Sar’s

cock at the same time.” Curling his hips under, he rocked into her

with agonizing slowness, reveling in the sensation. How one man’s

penis could be the source of so much pleasure was beyond his

comprehension. He and Sar had done this many times before, but the

contrast between Nalira and any of the others was as vast as the

difference between a moon and a star. There was simply no

comparison.

Sar had his hands on Nalira’s chest, slowly teasing her nipples

until they were hard and shiny—like pebbles tossed about in a rushing

stream. Both his and Nalira’s eyes were dreamy and unfocused, lost in

the bliss of the moment. Lon could sense that what had begun as a

wild fuckfest had somehow softened to become an almost reverent

worship of each other’s bodies—one that none of them seemed to

want to rush to completion.

Lon backed out slowly, reluctantly. “Let’s take this to the bed.”

Nalira nodded, offering her hand.

Sar, however, had an even better idea. Wrapping his arms around

the precious bundle of woman in his lap, he stood up and carried her

to the bed, keeping her firmly planted on his cock. Taking a seat on

the edge, he scooted across the sheets until he was flat on his back in

the center with Nalira’s lush body draped over his own. Sar’s cock

was still lodged deep in her ass, but his balls rested tantalizingly on

the bed—too much for Lon to resist. Crawling up between their

outstretched legs, he lapped up her slick pussy juice before moving on

to Sar’s balls. Lon painted the rough scrotal sac with Nalira’s cream,

delighting in the feel of skin grown smooth and pliant beneath his

tongue. Then, with one swift motion, he sucked it all into his mouth.

Sar moaned and wiggled his butt in a frank display of his

enjoyment. Lon regretted that he couldn’t suck Sar’s nuts and fuck his

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ass at the same time, for he knew Sar would have gone off on a high

from which he might never come down. True, he could have used his

finger with tremendous results, but he wanted this to last a long, long

time. The two men must have been in complete accord, for while Lon

savored him, Sar took up a steady rhythm, pumping into Nalira with

the same stroke Lon had used—prolonging the ecstasy while delaying