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course, by the passions that grew between us. I ached, my body weeping for someone to fill my empty sheath.

“She’s ready,” someone whispered.

And I found myself astride Evan. 

Someone pulled me to my hands and knees, and Evan’s clever fingers found my secret places, teasing me and making me squirm. Jeremy knelt beside him and it was only natural for me to find his cock. I was hungry, so hungry, and Jeremy has the perfect member for satisfying that hunger. So I willingly took him into my mouth, even as Evan played around my soaking wet flesh.

And then, dear reader, I felt Gabriel behind me. His hands were slick, warm, and he was gently rubbing and teasing that tight ring between my buttocks. How can I describe the unique tingling of flesh? The addition of an extra wonderful sensation…

Shocking, is it not? And yet it was so sensual, so erotic, that I found myself enjoying it. Perhaps because I was distracted by Evan and Jeremy, or perhaps I was just lost in this wonderful lustful moment in time.

I gasped around Jeremy’s cock as I felt something cool and moist on my backside and then fingers spreading it around.

“Relax, love, I would never hurt you. ’Tis only a silky cream…” 

Knowing Gabriel was there, spreading my thighs wide so he could settle on his knees, reassured me. I knew he would never break his word.

So I let go. I sucked Jeremy, focusing on the feel of his cock against my lips and tongue, while letting Even rub his fingers over my swollen folds.

Both these attentions would have been sufficient, but then I felt a firm pressure and as I tried to relax, there was a sudden and most unusual fullness within me. 

Gabriel had done his job and slid inside my arse, in the gentlest manner possible.

I think I froze for a moment, but then he moved and the sensation was beyond description. I remember moaning, I think, around Jeremy’s cock, and I also remember Evan sliding fingers into me, finding the exact spot, his other hand toying with my breasts as he pinched my nipples.

It was fierce, all heat, desire, desperate need…everything within us walking the steps to the peak at the same time.

I barely noticed Evan’s cock as he raised his hips to rub it against my wet flesh, so intent was I on the rising volcano they had unleashed within me. A selfish moment, yes, but I defy anyone reading this to remain detached with three men doing such magnificent things to one’s body.

I could not possibly withstand such attentions for very long, since each one—a cock in my mouth, a cock rubbing my sex, and a cock in my arse—united to drive me toward an explosion of passion. 

I felt Jeremy groan deeply and knew he was almost there, Evan’s body rippled beneath me as he worked himself against me, and Gabriel’s hands were holding my hips as his flesh pressed hard against my buttocks.

He broke first, and the sensation of him coming there, in such an unusual spot…well it was the end for me. I shattered, dear reader, long, long moments of a release that blinded me and robbed me of air.

Jeremy was breaking, and I let him, gulping down his seed hungrily, just as Evan cried out beneath me and I felt the hot gush of his seed erupt against me.

We throbbed, all of us, our flesh shuddering, our hearts thundering and our lungs fighting for breath. 

For long moments we remained thus, lost in some magic place where the only thing that mattered was the exquisite release racking our bodies. We flew, soaring high to our own peaks of magnificent pleasure.

And finally we fell, tumbling on and around each other, murmuring sounds of pleasure and exhaustion.

“Dear Lord above,” whispered Jeremy, the first to get his breath back.

“I saw angels,” muttered Evan, limp and damp from his own seed.

“I saw God,” said Gabriel. “No doubt about it.”

I felt the laughter build and I couldn’t hold back the first thing that came to my mind. “My arse isn’t that magnificent, Gabriel.”

It was the perfect ending.

Laughter, and the four of us wrapped together with boundless love, tucked beneath the warm covers.

I regret nothing. For a woman deserves pleasure every bit as much as a man.

I like to think I am making up for the years that were filled with little else but dullness and pain. And to judge by the smiles on the faces of my gentlemen, they are doing the very same thing.

 

 

 

Chapter Sixteen

The chess game in the parlour had turned into a prolonged session of strategies on the board and conversation between Royce and Harry.

Both had been enjoyable, realised Royce as he pondered a move that might lead to victory. He glanced at Harry as he moved his bishop. “So what do you think of Wolfbridge? You’ve been here a while now…”

Harry eyed the board, sipping his brandy, his face revealing very little of his thoughts. “It’s unique,” he said, “I’ll give you that.”

“It is indeed.” Royce watched the countermove, very pleased that at last he had found a player with skills equal to his own. “And?”

“And what?”

Returning his gaze to the game, Royce smiled inwardly. “Any observations? Comments?”

Harry shifted in his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him toward the fire, and crossing them at the ankles, neatly avoiding the fluff ball that snored quietly next to the hearth. “Many of both, but I’m not sure I’m ready to air them. Damn…” The last word came as Royce neatly toppled Harry’s rook, putting his queen in jeopardy. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

His opponent grinned. “I know. Strategy, my lad.”

“You must be at least six moves ahead of me, damn your eyes,” Harry frowned. “Stop trying to

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