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  “You’re right,” he told Keith. “She’s wet. And hot. And tight.”

  “I knew it,” Keith said.

  She was freaking responsive, too. She moaned as he finger-fucked her, and again as Henry tore her bra down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

  Her tits were an asset she’d kept under wraps when they’d seen her the week before. They’d likely all got a clue when Keith had opened her sweater earlier, showing them her hard nipples. But Henry had them bare now, and they were magnificent. Full and firm, they filled even a big paw like Henry’s. The nipples were pretty raspberries, surrounded by big, pink areoles perfectly made to challenge a man’s mouth. Her skin was pale, lighter than he’d have guessed, given that dark head of hair.

  It made him want to see what she had hidden down below. He drew his hand out and elbowed Henry aside. That one growled, but he stepped back and then took advantage of the break to shed some clothes. Brody moved to her front, tucked his fingers into the tights at either hip, and stripped her of them.

  He took a long look at the thong. It was nice and pretty and all, but it was fucking in his way. He told her all of that as he wound his fingers into the lace straps of it. Tugging, working it into her, he gave her a good bit of stimulation before he took it off her.

  “Yeah,” he said, taking in her pussy. “I like the look of that.”

  Most of her was shaved bare. But there was a little, central patch that was just nicely…clipped. The black against the white skin of her mons was hot. And so was the way the little pink petals of her pussy just barely peeped out.

  “Very pretty,” he said.

  Watching her, he put his hand down and felt around until he found her clit. He’d gotten just a little clue about it before, what with all her clothes, but he already knew she was hot-wired. He touched her and rubbed a little, and she started up a steady moan.

  Keith still held her with an arm around her waist, and Henry came back to suck on her breasts again—they all knew he was a tit man. Well, not Juby, maybe, but she was finding out.

  He slid two fingers inside her now, stretching her and lubing up. When he came back out, he rubbed that wetness over her clit.

  She liked it, so he did it some more.

  The woman had a damn short fuse. Her head resting back on Keith’s shoulder, she watched him. There was some of that sass there, daring him to keep it up.

  She was asking for it, and he had a lesson for her.

  “Keith,” he said, still working her clit. She was huffing now, short, urgent breaths. Her body was tensing, on the edge. “Stick a finger up her ass.”

  “What?” she said. “No—”

  But she didn’t say it fast enough. Obviously, Keith was ahead of her.

  She gave a little screech that Brody figured was one-quarter fear and three-quarters pleasure. Henry lifted his head to check out the action and then got busy with his fingers on both nipples. He tugged at her. Keith, by all indications, buggered her with a finger or maybe two. And Brody kept up the action on her clit. As she got a little crazy, he plunged his fingers into her cunt and worked her clit with his thumb.

  She came apart like a wild woman. She tossed her head on Keith’s shoulder, bucked her body like a bronco, and howled. She was fucking magnificent.

  They all kept doing what they were doing to her until her moans turned to protests. She pretty much collapsed into Keith’s hold, though Brody had some of her weight with his fingers up her pussy. He felt the movement of it—and her whimper of complaint—when Keith took his finger out of her ass.

  “Jesus.” Henry breathed the one word with awe.

  Fuck, yeah. They’d found a hot one.

  “Here, honey,” Keith said. “Let’s get you on the bed.” At his nod, Brody tore the bed open, and Keith hiked her up on it, leaving her kind of crossways, with her legs open to them for a mighty fine view. The three of them stood looking for a minute while she recovered enough to open her eyes a bit and peep back. Then she lifted an arm, her long, pretty fingers extended. It wasn’t much, but it certainly could be read as an invitation.

  All three men started tearing off their clothes. Before he shucked his jeans, Brody reached into his pocket, pulled out a couple condoms, and tossed them on the bed. Henry saw him do it and picked his own pants up off the floor and fished out two more. Keith did the same—reached into his back pocket and threw condoms on the bed.

  Five of them.

  “You fuckhead,” Brody said. “I thought that was your wallet.” He and Henry looked at Keith for a minute.

  “Hey,” he answered. “I brought enough for me. You two are on your own.”

  They stood side by side, naked, with three tent poles thrust out. Brody was in the middle, so, to him, it made sense to put a knee up on the bed between Jubilee’s legs. But even as he started to move, Keith put a barring hand out.

  Well, a fist, actually.

  * * * *

  Jubilee had a little trouble breathing. These three gorgeous men, all handsome, muscled, sweet—totally irresistible—stood before her naked and, well, erect. Very erect. Very largely erect.

  They’d just given her an orgasm that had about slain her. Again, she reminded herself that it had been a while. Still…she and Bill had had a fine sex life. But, well, they’d been friends forever. They’d swum naked in the Guild pond when they were little. They’d slept together in tents on the Guild grounds or in the backyard until puberty. And even a little after that. The first time they’d had sex had been more out of curiosity than desire.

  Bill and she had been each other’s only partners. Neither had brought any experience to their bed. Or, Jubilee realized, feeling a bit disloyal, much imagination.

  They’d missed something, it was now obvious.

  Pushing thoughts of Bill from her mind, remembering Keith’s philosophy about going all the way if they were going to go nuts, she took a breath and raised her hand to them.

  She had no idea how this ought to work, but Brody was right there, looking up between her legs, and she just kind of expected he would come down over her. He seemed to have the same thought, but before he operationalized it, Keith raised a fist in front of him. For a moment, it looked threatening. Then, without speaking, faster almost than she could process, the three men did a quick odds and evens.

  Keith, even, won. Henry cursed while Keith grinned. He covered himself with a condom—she knew she’d missed something in that afterglow, but, looking around, she saw packets scattered over the bed—then he shouldered Brody aside.

  He came to his knees between her legs. He nudged her open, bending her knees, centered himself, and pushed fully into her.

  Taken by surprise, she looked up at him.

  “Sorry,” he told her. “I’ll use more finesse next time.” The quirk in his eyes told her he accepted that he was being a bit, uh, cocky. But it was clear what he wanted.

  He wanted to fuck her.

  He did, thrusting fully in and out, good, strong, claiming lunges. He had his arms extended, his weight held off her.

  Jubilee couldn’t help the shiver that went through her. He was so beautiful—his face intent, his body strong while the muscles of his arms and shoulders and abs flexed. With a wink, he let her know he’d caught her looking.

  But they weren’t alone, and he remembered that, too.

  “A little help here, guys,” he said.

  He was doing fine on his own, but she bit her lip rather than say so.

  As quickly as he spoke, Henry and Brody came up on either side.

  Brody was on her left. He lay beside her, put a hand in her hair, and leaned in to kiss her. With his other hand, he cupped her breast and ran his thumb over her nipple.

  At her other side, Henry put a hand across her waist and his mouth on her breast. He drew her nipple in and then stroked with his tongue.

  Those two distracted her, so for a moment she lost track of what Keith was doing to her.

  He hadn’t. “Babe,” he said. “Jubilee.�
� He thrust harder into her, drawing her attention back. Brody let go of her mouth so she could look up at Keith. “I like your cunt,” he told her. “It’s fucking sweet.” He worked her even harder, and Jubilee reveled in the feeling of it.

  He had her so full, so stretched just by his presence there, his big cock hot and hard. But the way he moved inside her—the wild thrusts finding every sensitive nerve, the breadth of him distending her—made her moan with the exquisite pleasure of it. On top of all that, Brody and Henry stirred her lust, stimulating her nipples mercilessly.

  She cried out as Keith picked up speed and force. As he thrust, he pushed her thighs farther open so she was fully exposed, vulnerable. His rough breaths were loud, audible even over the sound of her own. When he crashed into her, he worked her clit, too.

  Her moans of pleasure became continuous, louder. On either side, big, male hands grasped hers and moved them down to curl her fingers around two more rigid, pulsing cocks.

  She didn’t last much longer. She had barely the sensibility to stroke her fingers along the lengths of those cocks. And then she was coming, and Keith, too. He lifted his head and howled, his body rocking spasmodically into hers, driving her over, driving her witless.

  Keith dropped his head between her breasts, his face planted hard against her sternum. They both shivered, shaken by the power of that shared orgasm. He shuddered repeatedly, his breath hot against her skin.

  If she thought she’d be given time to recover, she quickly learned otherwise. Someone pushed at Keith’s shoulder and he fell, groaning, onto his back. Then Henry was there, his hot gaze over hers, his mouth taking hers in a deep, hungry kiss. His cock pressed its way into her pussy.

  Jubilee moaned.

  If Henry thought it was a protest, he ignored it. “You’re not done,” he told her. “We’re not done.” Then he fucked her.

  He started out more gently than Keith had done. He tempered his kisses until they were soft and seductive. He thrust his cock slowly into her, waiting until her moans turned needy before putting more speed and strength into it.

  When he lifted above her, she opened her eyes to him. He smiled at her, touching her face, his green eyes sweet and hot. He waited until she smiled back. Then he moved one hand to take hold of a nipple. Squeezing it between thumb and forefinger, he worked it hard.

  Jubilee lost her smile. He watched her, still fucking her, as he used that torment on her breast to take her to the edge of pain. He seemed to know when he got her there. She let out a little jitter of breath, and the thrill of it flared in his eyes. He held her right there, on that edge, as he thrust into her. He banged her harder, and harder, until she shattered again.

  He growled his release, the curses he let out making her know he was as exultant in his mastery over her as he was in his physical pleasure.

  Somehow, she still had Brody’s cock in her hand. Her eyes were closed in repletion, but she felt him shift. With warm fingers, he turned her face to him.

  “Hey, sweetheart,” he said.

  He was crazy if he thought she had more in her. “I’m done,” she said. “You go ahead if you want,” she added, feeling that was more than generous.

  Brody smiled and brushed a thumb languidly over her lips. “No, babe. That’s not how this works. You said you wanted all three of us, and you’re going to have all three.”

  Henry had rolled off to the side. She waved her hand, just able to lift it from the bed. “Yeah,” she said. “Go on. I’ll just…lie here.”

  With a snotty kind of smirk, Brody laughed. “Nuh-uh.” He put his hands on her hips and turned her. “Over you go. Come on, baby, up on your knees.”

  Somehow, it happened, though she was sure she had nothing to do with it. She was collapsed over Henry’s chest, and his big hands were languidly cuddling her head. Brody was behind her, positioning her on her knees. Filling her from behind.

  “Jesus,” he said as he thrust into her pussy. “Keith was right.”

  “Yeah,” Henry said, sounding sated and lazy. “Good, huh?”

  Buried against Henry, Jubilee rolled her eyes. Brody was working himself hard in her, generating in her body an unexpected flicker of interest she was determined to ignore. She was so done. “Just…get it over with.”

  Brody gave a chuckle and slapped her ass. “That’s so not going to happen, babe.” Covering her, he curled around her so she could feel his hot breath on her neck. He spoke at her ear. “Because, you know? From this position? I can do this.”

  He reached with his right hand and pressed his fingers over her clit.

  Right where she was already over-sensitized, so over. “No,” she said. “That’s done, too.”

  “She has a point, Bro,” Keith put in, as though he couldn’t just stay quiet over there and mind his own business. “You might have to give it quite a beating.”

  Oh, that was a lot of help.

  Brody seemed to consider his friend’s advice and…upped the pressure. He pushed her through what was a bit irritating into something that was…kind of hot.

  “Brody.”

  “Stay with me, babe.”

  “I don’t think I can.”

  “Remember”—this came from the corner of the bed again—“how she liked a finger up the ass.”

  “Jesus, Keith,” Jubilee nearly moaned. “Shut the fuck up.”

  But Brody was still working her clit and he had his other hand gripping her hip, which was in large part what had her still on her knees. She thought she was safe.

  The three were good buddies, though, apparently always ready to help a fellow out. Henry took one hand away from her head, even while he still cupped her nape sweetly with the other, the rat. “I can cover that.”

  “No.”

  Again, her objection came too late. Henry’s big palm was on her ass, and one big finger made its way…

  “Oh.”

  “That sounded like she liked it, didn’t it, Brody?”

  She was going to murder Keith. Just as soon as she finished…coming.

  Jubilee protested through every bit of it—the beating she got from Brody’s fingers and his determined thrusts. He was just big as the other two and, apparently, her pussy was helpless to resist. The unexpectedly stirring, entirely edgy thrill of Henry’s finger reaming her ass. Even the use yet another hand made of her nipples, working one then the other, just gently enough to take into consideration their overused condition. That had to be Keith.

  She protested until she screamed. Until every last nerve had reached its limit. Until she really did collapse, flailing, shaking, far, far beyond having the least bit of control over her body. Until Brody lost it, too, coming hard inside her, forgetting, apparently, that it was his support keeping her on her knees. She lay mostly over Henry, though Keith’s arms were around her waist and his face pressed into her side. Brody was on top of her, covering her legs, a palm still warm on her ass.

  Aftershocks fired her nerves long after her muscles had any power to react. Like a forgotten phone set on mute, helplessly, endlessly buzzing.

  Chapter Four

  Keith got to sleep with her that night.

  Arguably, that boon might have gone to one of the others, since he’d gotten first crack at her…well, at her. But he had a plan, after they’d all dozed a bit following that spectacular…romp.

  Well, it had been spectacular.

  Back in the day, Keith and his buddies had, in fact, been frat boys. And there’d been a generous little handful of puck sluts on campus. There’d been some parties…

  The sordid truth was, the three of them had taken turns fucking a girl before. It wasn’t a regular thing, or even a thing at all, but the opportunity had, one could say, arisen a time or two, and they hadn’t turned it down. The girls didn’t mean anything to them—probably not one of them would have been able to come up with a name by morning—and the guys weren’t exactly making eye contact afterward, either.

  But this was different.

  It had been spe
ctacular.

  And it did mean something.

  Anyway, Brody had rolled over a bit and ended up poking his toes into—well, someplace on Keith they shouldn’t go. So Keith stirred, figured they were all ready to sack out for the night, and sent the other two off to make do somewhere else. They grumbled of course—Keith would have, too—but he convinced them on the basis of…his plan.

  It would be worth waiting for, he promised, as they discussed it while snuggled around a still-dozing Jubilee.

  Worth giving up sleeping with their girl in the big boy’s bed.

  Keith was a guy who slept when he had the chance, so it was light when he woke. Henry was probably downstairs somewhere working on his laptop. He worked in the robotics lab at the University of Rochester, on the cutting edge of artificial intelligence theory. Keith found the topic scary when Henry got talking too much about it, but the dude had his head up in it most of the time. No way he’d take a whole weekend without opening his nth-generation laptop to work on it.

  Brody was a long-distance runner, and he was likely already outside using his app to plot his best route. Well, he’d probably already done that and was running it now.

  Keith didn’t know what Jubilee’s usual was, but they’d tuckered their girl out. She was still sound asleep, ass spooned up against him.

  Ass being the operative word.

  He woke up hard, no surprise. He could probably slip his dick into her pussy and take the edge off without even waking her…much.

  But, there was the plan.

  So he got up, used her shower and toothbrush, rummaged through her toiletries for a particular item, and then crawled back in behind her. She was so warm he nearly distracted himself just enjoying the lovely soft heat of her body. He didn’t want to forget the plan, though, so he brought her awake with a little nibbling and snuggling. Lazily, she opened her eyes to look at him, and then, of course, she remembered everything they’d done to her and blushed.