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  Hearing Rogan's provocative talk somehow intensified my pleasure. I thrashed a bit, trying to pull away from Jude, already so close to the edge of orgasm, but I didn't want to! I wanted it to last forever- this wonderful, delicious feeling. Jude pressed his palms against my inner thighs, holding me down so that he could assault my clit. His tongue was insistent, rapid, hard against my protruding bud. He licked and nibbled until I was moaning non-stop.

  "I love it when you moan," Rogan said huskily.

  I fisted my hand around his dick and pumped it while I suckled the head.

  "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he moaned. "I'm going to cum."

  I quickened my pace, pumping his cock faster as I rolled my tongue around, sloppy and wet. I wanted to feel his cum shooting against my lips. His body tensed as he spurted pearly white gobs of fluid against my mouth. I ran my tongue in circles, licking away his seed and sucking at the tip of his cock.

  He straddled my head and hovered over my body, kissing down my torso. He delved his tongue into my bellybutton, then went lower. Rogan licked just above my fleshy mound while Jude devoured my pussy.

  Together, they ravished me.

  Rogan's body smothered mine and held me in place while they lavished me with their tongues. Perspiration beaded my skin, making my skin slippery against his. Torturous need inflamed me. I was broiling in their heat. The fire within me consumed me, disconnected me from the world, everything was lost to me except the sensations they were causing.

  They teased and tormented me until I was screaming, begging for mercy, begging that they would stop. Begging that they wouldn't stop.

  The fire swelled and spread into an amazing burst of flames that simmered throughout my blood stream. Every part of me shook, trembled, shuddered. The power of my orgasm overwhelmed me, and I felt as if I couldn't catch my breath.

  "Just breathe sweetheart." Rogan pulled himself off of me and smoothed his hand along my arm, cooing softly, "You're fine."

  I felt feverish and cool at the same time as I fought to breathe, concentrating on the sound of my breath as I inhaled and exhaled.

  "I have no words for how that felt," I admitted as I blinked open my eyes, looking at the pair of them. "Amazing doesn't quite seem adequate. Mind-blowing. Phenomenal."

  They wore matching smirks. "Tell us more," said Jude.

  I pulled an arm behind my head and used it as a pillow as a lie there, languid and carefree. My nudity did not phase me in the slightest, in fact, I felt an unabashed and rather proud to have the attention of two men.

  Somewhere, in the recesses of my mind, I could hear the last remnants of the old me tsking. I mentally hushed her.

  This new me rather enjoyed their lascivious gazes as they watched me. Emboldened, I spread my legs ever so slightly, feeling the breeze of the ocean flowing across my pink, swollen pussy lips. "Mmmm."

  Rogan chuckled, "Wanton hussy." He stroked a finger along my arm, "I think you might be enjoying yourself."

  "Very much so. It has been wonderful."

  My nipple puckered as Jude absently toyed with it.

  "Has been? You act as if we are finished with you, my love."

  My brow arched, "More? Oh no, I couldn't possibly. I'm spent."

  Rogan's hand drifted to my wrist and clasped around it. "Couldn't possibly? Perhaps you need to rest." He lifted my arm above my head then pulled the other up, clamping both my wrists together. With his other hand, he rolled me over onto my belly. "Jude, grab that scarf from her hair will you?"

  "Hey, what do you think you're up to?" I wiggled my hands.

  Rogan slapped my ass in response, "Oh, nothing. Just giving you a little time to rest."

  I felt my hair being freed as Jude pulled the scarf from my hair. As he handed it over to Rogan, I realized what my wicked husband was up to. "Oh no, you don't!" I protested.

  "Oh yes I will," he said mischievously as he tied my wrists together. After he had finished, he tucked a hand beneath my belly and pulled up, so that I was upon my knees. Then he shoved my legs apart.

  "Nice view," Jude commented in a tight, sultry voice.

  "Oh yeah. She has the best ass on the East coast; I dare say. Why do you think I married her?"

  Jude chuckled, "I would have guessed it was because of her hot little mouth, but I can see why you fancy her ass." I felt his hand grab my fleshy cheek and squeeze.

  "Okay, little wife. Have your rest. Jude and I are going for a swim. Try not to miss us too much."

  "You know I can just get up if I want, even if my hands are tied together?" I said.

  "Yes, you could. However, I doubt you will."

  "Why do you think that?" I asked.

  "Because when we return, we are going to fuck that hot little pussy of yours," Rogan promised.

  I whimpered.

  "Back shortly, darling." Their laughter rang out as they headed for the water.

  The anticipation heated my blood. Though I knew I should have felt vulnerable and exposed, tied up and left nude on the blanket, but I couldn't. I felt more powerful and desired, tied up and waiting, than I had in my whole life.

  The breeze caressed my skin though it did little to cool the warmth of arousal between my legs. I let my sinful thoughts play out, wondering who would take me first. So far, Jude hadn't been inside of me, and I had no idea what the 'rules' were for penetration. In fact, I had no idea on any agreement between the pair of them. I wondered if they discussed it before hand, or was it a spur of the moment decision? Just how far would Rogan let this go?

  At least five songs played on the radio before they returned. Water dripped onto my legs, and bottom as one of them settled in behind me.

  The thrill of being taken made my toes curl. I could feel someone's hands grab me by the hips and pull me back. A fat, wet cock nudged against my slick folds, teasing me.

  Neither of them said anything, leaving me to wonder who was about to shove into me. I assumed it was part of their game, and I was more than happy to play along.

  My pussy quivered as the cock forced itself into me, sliding into my wet, tight hole. My muscles clamped around it, a tight sheath. I heard a groan from behind me, but it was hard to know exactly who's it was.

  The not knowing made the penetration all that much hotter. I couldn't help but groan. Suddenly he was in, balls deep. He remained motionless, as if savoring being inside of me. I wanted to bounce against him, tried to, but his hands upon my hips kept me in place.

  "Oh god, please!" I begged.

  As if by my request, he started to pull out, ever so slowly, then thrust into me deeply, roughly. He started a rhythm of impaling me, in and out, slow and deep. He quickened his pace and allowed me to bounce against him. "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah," I groaned. "That feels good, oh god."

  And then he pulled out completely. Before I could protest, they switched positions. Where the first one eased into me slowly, this one speared pushed into me with deliberate force. He rode me senseless, until I was on the verge of orgasm, moaning with wild abandon.

  And then he stopped.

  Again, they switched places. "Pound her little pussy," one of them muttered.

  "Mmm. Fuck, she's tight."

  "Yeah, that's it, give it to her hard and deep."

  I felt fingers probing against my the crease of my ass, running back and forth as I was being bounced against a hard, meaty cock. A finger eased into my puckered hole; the sensations of having a cock in my cunt at the same time sent me spiraling over the edge. I came hard and fast, feeling as if my body was not my own, that a part of me was being ripped away, as if I were drowning in pleasure.

  As I moaned, my fingers curled into the blanket. I could feel him cumming, too. He tensed inside of me and grunted, thrusting a couple of times as he emptied his seed deep within me. My orgasm rippled, my body still shuddering, flooding in the sensations as he pulled out. Immediately the other was behind me. I could feel the head of his cock pressing at my ass, easing into my smaller hole. My body stretched, accommodated the width
of him.

  The pleasure of orgasm mingled with the slight pain of having a dick pressing into my ass. He eased in a few inches and drove his fingers into my ass cheeks, holding me in place as he came. My muscles contracted around him, twitching as I felt the warmth of him spreading inside of me.

  After he had pulled out, my hands were untied, and I turned over.

  They stretched out on either side of me. I kissed Rogan deeply, until I was breathless, then turned my head to Jude. "Mmm, you're so sexy," he uttered. His mouth engulfed mine, and he kissed me passionately, lovingly, sweetly. It was the kiss of lovers, and after I broke the kiss, I reluctantly asked, "I can't help but feel this changes everything...do you?"

  I didn't want to think about the future, my marriage, or Jude, but there it was. At some point, we would have to talk about it.

  "Maybe it changes everything for the better?" Rogan suggested as he lay his hand on my stomach.

  "How can you say that? Everything was perfect. We were perfect."

  "Did you enjoy yourself this weekend?"

  I nodded slowly, sheepishly. "Yes. Of course."

  "Then why have regrets? We are adults, we knew what we were doing. Everyone enjoyed themselves."

  "Mm hmm," Jude confirmed.

  "But..what happens when we go back to the mainland? We just pretend it never happened?" I asked; the thought somehow depressing me. Having just experienced this incredible, new pleasure, I couldn't bear the thought of it being the last time it should ever happen.

  Rogan's fingers grazed lower, just beyond my bellybutton. "Is that what you want?"

  My heart skipped a beat as I whispered, "No."

  "What do you want, Lydia. You want more?" Rogan asked in a deliberate, sultry tone. "You want Jude to visit us every weekend perhaps? To fill that sweet little pussy of yours up while you suck my cock?" His dirty talk inflamed me, as he knew it would.

  "Then say it. Tell us what you want, sweetheart."

  "I want... I want you both. At least sexually."

  Jude smirked. "I think that can be arranged."

  Rogan whispered against my ear, "Then that's what you'll have. Both of us, at the same time." He licked my ear, "Imagine, my cock in your pussy while he is fucking your ass."

  Jude licked my other ear playfully, "I think this is the start of a wonderful new friendship."

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  An excerpt from ApocaLips, part one

  Tingly molten heat pulsed between my legs. My lower belly clenched and I felt light-headed for a second. I could have them both? At the same time. Like before. Mmmm. Desire became a wild torrent of need, seizing my body. The memory of Reid with his cock buried into my pussy from behind while Jeff sucked on my nipples flashed through my mind. The sensations swirling through me intensified, the need heightened and I couldn't help myself. I wanted them. Both of them, at the same time.

  My eyes locked onto Jeff, "Kiss me."

  He crawled to where I was sitting and brushed his mouth across mine, flicking his tongue at the crease between my lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth as he lifted his hand to my hair, grasping my curls. His kiss was soft and tender; his tongue danced with mine, colliding and curling, licking and tasting.

  I broke the scorching kiss and gulped in the night air, my heart racing with the possibility of what was about to happen. "Kiss me again," I commanded, heady with my new found power over them. As he leaned forward to claim my lips, I dropped my head back and offered him my slim white neck. "Here."

  Jeff planted his lips against my skin and placed several small, exploring kisses near the hollow of my throat. The tip of his tongue danced across my flesh, leaving a trail of wet marks across my delicate skin. I rolled my head to the side and locked eyes with Reid. "Lower," I whispered to Jeff while never taking my eyes off of Reid.

  An excerpt from ApocaLips, part two

  He knelt in front of me and yanked my jeans and panties to mid-thigh, and then buried his head against my pussy. He pulled apart my fleshy folds and darted his tongue into my pink wetness. He devoured every inch of my pussy, relentlessly licking from top to bottom. His stubble grazed against my tender skin as he ravished every part of me with his tongue.

  I was glad my parents were not home because there is no way I could have been quiet. I moaned loudly with abandon, groaning every time I'd feel his tongue circle around my clit. He kept me guessing where he would lick next, keeping my anticipation stretched to the brim. "Brady! Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

  His nose rubbed against my clit as he probed his tongue against my slick, wet entrance. My juices smeared across his face as he stretched his lips wide, taking as much of me into his mouth as possible. I tried to push his head away because it was too much. Too pleasurable. Too intense. I was on the brink of orgasm, lost in an euphoria of pleasure.

  An excerpt from ApocaLips 3

  "Ian please," I begged with a whimper. "Give it to me." My hands roamed his back and cupped his bottom, pulling him deeper into my wet hole. "Harder."

  "Fucking hell," he grunted as his mouth clamped onto mine. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and forced them above my head as he pulled out and thrust forcefully into my tight cunt. "You don't know what you're asking for."

  My eyes widened with shock and wonder. It felt delicious. I groaned my delight at the rougher movement, and he thrust in again with such force I thought I'd lose my breath. I made these gaspy, throaty sounds upon each thrust. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and I thought I'd die from the euphoria. "Omigod Ian!" I yelled.

  "Is this how you want it?" he asked in a gravelly voice as he pounded against me. I could hear his balls slapping against me and the bed squeaked obnoxiously loud.

  "Yes!" My whole body was trembling. My nails dug into his hands. Perspiration covered our bodies and made each movement that much more enjoyable. The slick feeling of his hard chest and sinewy thighs rubbing against me sparked a fire deep in my belly. It intensified and bloomed into something deliciously unbearable. "More," I pleaded mindlessly as he ravaged me. "More. Omigod more, Ian!"

  His hands tightened around my wrists as his hips slammed into mine. The full weight of his body colliding with my own almost made me lose my breath. I gasped as pleasure coiled inside of me, tight and taut, demanding to be released. "Oh Ian, I..." I didn't even know what I wanted to say. And at that moment, I lost all train of thought as the coiled ball of pleasure exploded. A thousand pieces of bliss rained, cascading through my blood and flooding my senses. My body shuddered while my pussy clenched and convulsed around his cock.