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  Tony lifted his finger to his mouth and very carefully licked the cream from it. “Exquisite. Like warm peaches.” He reached down again and very lightly pinched Avery's clit, his knowing eyes watching the trickle of liquid it produced. “So what's this proposition you have for me?"

  Dylan slid his hands back up Avery's body, his fingers dancing at her waist and tracing her ribcage before cupping her breasts in his warm palms.

  "It seems Avery and I have been entertaining certain ... fantasies that we've only just shared with each other."

  Tony raised an eyebrow. “Like?"

  "Like a ménage. Like some light bondage.” As he talked, he squeezed Avery's breasts and a soft purr rolled from her throat. “What do you think? Are you up for it, so to speak?” He chuckled at his own double entendre.

  "Are you kidding?” Tony's voice had a husky note to it. “I'd be a fool to say no. Besides, you know that's my favourite scene."

  Dylan pinched her nipples. “Avery? All set then, luv?"

  She turned her head so she could see his face. Yes, all that love was still there. And something more. The edge of excitement at something new.

  "Yes. I'm definitely ready."

  Tony pushed himself up from the chair. “Let me get some wine as my contribution to this party.” He winked at Avery. “And I have just the idea how to enjoy it."

  Although the heat still shimmered around them so thick you could almost touch it, they opted to stay outside. The breeze had freshened just a bit and before long the sun would begin its descent past the horizon.

  "I know I cursed the heat before,” she said, “but I love being naked in it."

  "Whatever the lady wishes,” Dylan said.

  When Tony left to get the wine, Dylan shifted her to give himself access to her mouth. His tongue played its familiar minuet with hers, tickling her palate and the inside of her lips, then sensuously tracing the outline of her lips. His fingers toyed with her nipples, rubbing and lightly pinching them, and his swollen cock pressed against her bare mons.

  As his tongue ignited little flicks of flame inside her mouth, he moved his lips away, trailing them across her cheek then her jaw line to the sensitive spot behind her ear. She shivered as his tongue licked the delicate skin and the fluttering in her pussy intensified. She loved it when he kissed every inch of her skin, his mouth doing incredible things to her.

  With the tip of his tongue, he outlined the shape of each breast, then licked a path along the valley between them. He had just bent his mouth to one beaded nipple when she felt strong fingers stroke one foot and a hot tongue trace a path from her ankle along the inside of her leg. Jolts of electricity raced along her flesh straight to the centre of her pussy.

  Two mouths! Two sets of lips! A wave of sensual heat washed over her. Ohmigod! It was really happening. Nerves sparkled everywhere in her body. On the surface of her skin. Inside her cunt now hungry to be filled.

  But the men were determined to take their time. Tony lapped at the sensitive skin on the inside of her knee, trailing his tongue up to the crease where her thigh and hip were joined. One hand was busy stroking the other leg, the touch so light it was a whisper over her now susceptible skin.

  The soft breeze was like a caress on her breasts where they were wet from Dylan's ministrations. They throbbed with insistent need, demanding more, but he had already moved on to her navel, tracing the little indentation over and over with the tip of his tongue.

  Tony finished paying homage to every spot on both of her legs. He outlined the top of each thigh with open-mouthed kisses. His hands still teased at her, touching her everywhere but where she wanted.

  Yet it was completely erotic lying there in the summer heat with two men using their mouths and their hands to drive her to a higher sensual plane.

  "Open your mouth and your legs,” Dylan whispered to her.

  In a haze of indolence, she complied and sensed Tony move between her legs to hold her thighs apart. Suddenly two sets of lips were plundering her, one in her mouth, the other in her cunt. As Dylan's tongue thrust itself into the recesses of her mouth, Tony delicately opened her labia like the petals of a flower and slowly inserted his tongue into her waiting channel. Dylan palmed one breast and took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger while Tony's fingers took possession of her throbbing clit.

  Avery's body went into overdrive. The heat generated by the sun was mild compared to that gripping her as the two men tongue-fucked her mouth and her pussy and teased and tormented her erogenous buds. As if coordinating through some silent communication, they pinched and tormented her nipples and her clit in synchronised rhythm, using just enough pressure to cause a pleasurable bite of pain.

  At the same time their tongues moved in unison, stroking in and out of both liquid caverns, drinking her juices from both openings. She tried again to move her hips, but she was held in such a way as to make that impossible. Her mouth felt swollen from Dylan's meticulous attention, and tremors raced through the walls of her vaginal channel.

  Oh, God, she wanted to come. Needed to come, yet they held her balanced on a precipice, her body screaming for relief. She moaned into Dylan's mouth, pleading, begging, until finally, as again through some silent signal, the men increased the movements.

  Now Tony replaced his tongue with three fingers, grabbing her clit with his teeth as he moved in and out of her dripping cunt. Dylan's lips left her mouth and closed over one nipple while his fingers pinched the other one. As Tony bit down on her clit, Dylan did the same to her nipple and she came in one body-shaking contraction that seemed to go on forever.

  Tony's fingers pressed hard in her cunt, rubbing the spasming walls as they gripped and clenched. Dylan increased his attention to her nipples, squeezing and suckling and biting them until at last the shudders slowed. And subsided.

  Avery lay with her eyes closed, boneless and sated yet still hungry for more. Her muscles refused to move, yet she craved both cocks in her body as if she'd never been fucked before. The rays of the sun were like a heated caress, yet no more so than the sexual heat racing through her blood stream.

  Dylan brush stray tendrils of hair away from her face and let his lips trail over her forehead.

  "Doing okay, luv?” he asked in a soft voice.

  "Mmm,” was all she could manage to say.

  Tony rested his hands on her thigh, his thumbs idly stroking the skin. “Like I said,” he commented. “Absolutely delicious.” He placed a kiss on each knee. “And so very, very responsive."

  "I think we could use some of that wine now,” Dylan pointed out.

  "Ready and waiting.” He pointed to the wine cooler ice he'd brought with him. Two bottles nestled in a bed of crushed ice, along with three glasses chilling along with them. “I'll be happy to pour."

  * * * *

  The first glass of wine had broken the tiny hint of tension threading through all of them. Now Avery drew in a deep breath and let it out, excitement coursing through her. She was lying on her back on the wide chaise, pillows lifting her buttocks. One of Dylan's ties encircled her wrists, the ends tied off on the top slat of the lounge.

  Dylan stood behind the chaise, long fingers wrapped around her ankles, her legs lifted and spread wide. Tony knelt between her widespread legs, a hungry look in his eyes. He had left his jogging shorts at home, and his impressive erection rose magnificently from a nest of dark curls, pointing directly at her.

  Now Tony was enjoying his second glass of wine only with a big difference. Using his fingers to guide him so he didn't injure her in any way, he slid the neck of the wine bottle into Avery's vagina, tilted the bottle and let the chilled liquid slide into her hot channel.

  Avery squealed as it touched her sensitive flesh and tried to wiggle away but Dylan held her firm. Then Tony eased the neck of the bottle out, rubbing the drops that trickled out onto the flesh between her cunt and her anus.

  "We'll get to this later, sweet thing,” he told her, desire flashing in his darkened eyes. />
  He set the bottle aside, placed his hands beneath her ass and proceeded to lap the wine spilling from her opening. His tongue was like a feather, tormenting her as it touched here and there. The combination of his hot mouth and the cold wine sent shards of electricity spiralling through her. She looked up at Dylan's face, and the avid hunger in his eyes only increased her arousal.

  Tony sat back on his heels, wiping his lips with the back of one hand then grabbed the wine bottle again.

  "That was delectable, sweet thing, but I think I need another drink."

  This time Avery was prepared for the feel of the icy liquid, but not Tony leaning down and nibbling on her clit while he held the bottle in place. She tried to thrust her hips at him, but Dylan tightened his grip on her ankles and refused to give her any freedom of movement. Her inner muscles pulled on the bottle, and she knew her own juices mingled with the liquid of the wine.

  "Let me drink from you again, you sweet thing.” His voice had deepened. “This is the best wine flute I've ever had."

  He bent to her again, much of the wine trickling down into the cleft of her buttocks but he didn't seem to mind. His tongue was a livewire, stabbing in and out of her cunt, sipping at the mingled fluids, scraping the sensitive inner flesh. Avery burned with need, her womb clenching, her pussy pulsating. The feeling of helplessness made her hotter, hungrier.

  She closed her eyes and let the need build in her, uncoiling from deep inside her. She loved this, the contrast of hot and cold and Tony's tongue lifting her higher and higher.

  And then he stopped.

  Her eyes flew open.

  "No,” she wailed. “Don't stop now."

  Dylan bent down until his eyes met hers. “Wait until you see what's next, luv,” he told her, his voice heavy with desire.

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  Chapter Three

  Dylan had brought out the small duffle where they kept some of their toys, unzipped it and set it on the little table. Then the men had pulled the pads from both lounges onto the deck, making one large, thick mattress. Carefully arranging Avery on her stomach, arms and legs splayed, they knelt on either side of her and began applying the special oil she and Dylan used. They'd discovered it last year in the adult toy store where they shopped. The woman who'd sold it to them had been right—it brought every nerve on the entire surface of the skin to life and enhanced sexual desire to level they'd never achieved before.

  Now the two men rubbed it on her everywhere. The surface of her skin was alive every place they applied it, as if hundreds of tiny wires touched the entire surface of her skin. Her eyes were closed as she let herself sink into the intense feelings rippling through her.

  Someone's hands carefully separated the cheeks of her ass, and she heard the hiss of indrawn breath as her tiny puckered hole was exposed.

  "Let me,” Tony said.

  "Go ahead,” Dylan told him. “She's very responsive there."

  Oil drizzled onto her hole. A lean finger rubbed around the edges of her anus then began to work its way inside her. The moment she felt it all the way inside her, coating the inner flesh with the oil, a jolt of heat spiked through her, and her pussy began to vibrate with gentle spasms.

  Dylan bent to put his lips close to her ear. “Don't move, luv. Let it work. There's much more to come. And better."

  It took every ounce of discipline, she could dredge up not to move, but she knew she would do whatever Dylan asked of her. A strong part of their relationship was complete trust in each other. She had asked him to do this, he wanted it too, and she trusted him to make sure she received the maximum amount of pleasure from it. She forced herself to lie still as Tony's finger worked exquisitely in and out of her rectum.

  Already the liquid of her arousal trickled from her swollen folds, and the oil hadn't even touched that part of her yet. The breeze had picked up slightly and whispered over her, a contrast to her overheated skin. Dylan murmured softly in her ear, words of love and sex, descriptions of the pleasures she would enjoy, as he continued to massage the oil into her back and arms.

  She felt a stretching as Tony introduced a second finger alongside the first, scissoring them, oozing more oil into her.

  Then, abruptly, they pulled out, and she felt a shocking emptiness.

  "Deep breaths, luv,” Dylan crooned, and she knew what was coming.

  Slowly and carefully Tony inserted the plug he'd taken from the duffle, saturated in the oil, and pushed steadily until it was fully seated inside her. She breathed in and out, relaxing against the intrusion until it completely filled every inch of her rectum. Then the men turned her onto her back and drizzled the oil onto her breasts, her belly, her thighs and finally onto her mound.

  Once again Tony was given the privilege of oiling her inner flesh. Avery knew Dylan was doing this to make sure the other man fully enjoyed the experience. If he did, would they do this again? She hoped so.

  Dylan rubbed the oil into her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples until they felt as if they were on fire. Tony, draped her legs over his thighs, separated her swollen, puffy folds and slid two oil-coated fingers inside her. At once, her womb clenched and the desire to climax swept over her. She tried to ride his fingers, thrusting her hips, but the men wouldn't allow her the luxury of movement. She knew that, as always, Dylan would do whatever it took to drive her to yet a higher level than they'd ever enjoyed before.

  He knelt down next to her, rubbed his thumb against her lips, then replaced it with the head of his cock. The broad, dark purple tip was swollen and a beaded drop of pearlescent fluid crowned the tempting slit. Avery opened her mouth, her small tongue reached out and licked at the fluid then probed the slit. Next to her, Dylan's entire body tensed, and he wrapped he hand around the base of his cock.

  "Suck it, luv,” he rasped. “Take it all the way in."

  It always amazed her that he could be ready so soon after an orgasm. He had jetted copious amounts of semen into her willing mouth barely more than an hour before, yet here he was, hard as iron and ready to come again.

  She tilted her head back and relaxed her throat muscles as he pushed further and further into her mouth and down her throat. She closed her lips just the way he liked, scraping his shaft with her teeth, and began to suck.

  But Dylan was ready to do most of the work this time, pumping in and out of her hot mouth, low moans escaping his chiselled lips as his hips thrust back and forth.

  As Avery sucked him, her eyes locked on his, and the oil stimulated her pussy to an almost intolerable level, she felt something cold and solid slide inside of her.

  The vibrator. Dylan had brought it out earlier and now Tony has picked it up and slipped it into her waiting sheath. With the plug in her rectum and the vibrator in her cunt, she felt filled and stretched. In the next moment he pressed the button on the remote and the vibrator began to hum, driving up her level of need even higher.

  "Take it, luv,” Dylan said in a husky voice.

  She felt Tony's fingers on her clit, rubbing the oil into it as the vibrator resonated through her body, the walls of her rectum burned with need and Dylan fucked her mouth with steady strokes.

  And then, again, it all stopped. Dylan pulled back and the vibrator stopped buzzing.

  "No, please,” she cried, so ready to climax, her body strained for it.

  "And miss the rest of the pleasure?” Tony's voice was teasing, but it was taut with passion.

  Avery felt movement and when she opened her eyes Tony was straddling her, his cock resting in the valley between her breasts. He held up a small plastic envelope he'd left next to the wine.

  "A present for the lady."

  Avery stared at what he had. Nipple clamps. Dylan had bought her a set last year and the more they used them, the higher the level of pleasure/pain she tolerated.

  Tony handed one to Dylan, then dripped a few more drops of oil on each breast, making sure they her nipples were fully beaded and begging for attention.

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nbsp; "You can tighten them almost all the way,” Dylan told him.

  They each fitted her with a clamp, tiny gold bars that screwed together. As the men tightened the tension on them, she felt the familiar streaks of pain that shot from her nipples to her cunt. Oh, damn, would she ever get any release?

  When the clamps were in place, Tony scooted back and slid the vibrator from her warm clutch, then just as carefully removed the plug.

  "I think you're ready,” he told her in a thick voice.

  She was more than ready. Every inch if her body inside and out was aflame with desire. The insides of her thighs were wet with the evidence of her arousal and her breasts were in an agony of pleasure.

  They moved so Dylan was beneath her—wonderful Dylan—his rich male scent tantalising her nostrils. She was blindfolded, astride him, his oiled cock pressing against the wet folds of her cunt. If she leaned forward just a little bit her clamped, swollen nipples brushed against the curly hair on his chest, making them burn even more.

  Once again Tony was behind her, his hands everywhere—her shoulders, her back, her waist, her ass. His fingers teasing at her anus, barely slipping inside. She wiggled her hips slightly, wanting deeper penetration.

  "Oh, not yet, sweet thing,” he told her. “Remember, you aren't the one in control here. I think she needs a little punishment, don't you, Dylan?"

  With that, a hand landed on one ass cheek with a stinging slap. She jolted, but more from pleasure than anything else. She loved it when Dylan spanked her and turned her buttocks a fiery red as the heat streaked to her cunt and liquid ran down her thighs.

  A memory flashed through her brain that was so arousing she felt her inner muscles clench. They had been at a party at a swanky hotel. They'd argued over something silly beforehand, and she's spent the night flirting outrageously with ever man in sight. Finally he'd dragged her out of the ballroom and down to the parking garage where their car sat in a corner slot.

  Raging with fury and lust, Dylan had draped her face down on the hood of the car, flipped up her skirt and ripped off her thong then proceeded to spank her. With each slap her desire had grown. By the time he finished, she was moaning for him. Right there, in the garage where anyone could discover them at any moment, he'd yanked down his zipper and plunged into her already liquid pussy. They'd both come in a rush, his hands on her hips jerking her back against him.