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As Holden approached, her head was upside-down. Her long blonde head hanging off the edge of the mattress. We both looked up at him as he stopped in his tracks. Both watched his expression change, as he saw what was going on.

But I never stopped fucking her. And to her credit, her hips never stopped fucking me back.

The look in her eyes was all glossed over, and very far away. She was lost in lust. Completely consumed by everything we’d been saying and doing to each other’s bodies.

I had to laugh when Holden paused to scratch his head. Andrea came to her senses just long enough to beckon him over. When he approached, without hesitation, she reached up and began undoing his belt.

“You told her about Donna, didn’t you?”

I rolled my hips, bottoming out hard on my latest thrust. Andrea groaned beneath me.

“Hey,” I chuckled. “She asked.”

Seventeen

ANDREA

It was like a dream, fucking them both. Being pinned between two beautiful men, their smooth, hard cocks gliding in and out of my body from both ends.

I’d been with Holden, and now I’d been with Randall too. That I should take on the both of them was a no-brainer, especially considering they had experience in exactly what they were doing to me.

Besides, it had always been a fantasy of mine. Wasn’t it everyone’s? At some time or another in their life, every girl wonders what it would be like. And here I was, not having to wonder anymore. For once, finally, doing something just for myself.

Honestly, I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d wanted to. I was already too far gone. Between his incredible tongue and his talented fingers, Randall’s little trick in the shower had brought me to all new levels of excitement. By now, I was pretty much in the same boat as the girl they once shared.

I would do just about anything they asked.

“Turn over, baby.”

They didn’t wait for me, and that part was even hotter. Four strong hands went to my body at once. They rolled me onto my stomach, where Randall re-entered me from behind. He grabbed and kneaded the flesh of my ass, manipulating it roughly as his friend — no, his brother-in-arms — held me firmly by my chin… and fucked

my face.

Holy SHIT, Andrea!

Holy shit wasn’t even the right phrase. It wasn’t nearly strong enough. I was on a mattress in the middle of a boxing ring, sandwiched between two ripped Navy SEALs in the process of laying sexual waste to my body. From the stories Randall had just whispered into my ear, I could only imagine what I was in for.

I was soaking wet. Turned on beyond anything I’d felt before.

And yes. Even on the edge of being a little bit afraid.

MMMMMmmmm…

I focused on building a rhythm. On trying to screw back against Randall and push forward to take Holden down my throat. Very quickly, I learned that was the wrong approach. The more I tried to control the action, the further out of synch the three of us became.

“Relax,” I heard Holden say. The hand on my chin was softer now, more gentle. “Let it happen.”

If I needed further proof they’d done this before, this was it. I relaxed and went with the flow, allowing the two of them to take over. They screwed me slowly at first, manipulating my body in unspeakable ways. A slow rhythm developed between them. One that allowed them to drive into me at the same time, filling me simultaneously, spitroasting me perfectly between them from the front and back.

And it was fucking amazing.

Holy shit.

Taking them like this, feeling them both thrusting inside me — it created this inane sense of connection. Like a bond, between the three of us, with me in the middle.

Holy fucking shit…

It went from a slow pulling and pushing to a full-on pumping and grinding. Randall was fucking me deeper now, and hitting me harder from behind. I was moaning around Holden’s cock. Holding myself up with one arm, and grabbing his ass for leverage.