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Penllyn was teasing her nipple, playing with it, rolling it with his tongue, and pressing it up against the roof of his mouth. Graegor had sucked her entire breast into his mouth and was tasting the skin, almost as if he was licking icing off a cupcake.
    Trudy braced herself on her hands, wanting to give them all of her breasts, wanting them to keep playing with her this way. The two mouths, each doing different things, were so erotic. Seeing the two heads against her chest was arousing all by itself, but their touch made it even more so.
    Then hands were on her spine, her back, her ass, stroking and petting her, and once again, the sheer experience of so many hands on her skin was almost enough to fry her brain and send her into a climax.
    Consciously, Trudy slowed her thoughts and enjoyed each separate item. The mouth on her breast. The fingers playing around the rim of her anus. The hand stroking over her ribs along her side. A finger teasing along her pussy lips. Each one brought its own sensations. Each one was precious in and of itself.
    It was time for her to be more proactive in this bed. Resting her weight onto a single elbow instead of both hands, she freed an arm to reach around and pat the hot, bare skin of the person behind her. She let her palm move over the skin, trying to tell who it was without looking. She guessed Crevan. Then she wiggled a little, drawing her cunt over both the men underneath her. Gasps told her that tactic was appreciated. Next, she lifted a leg up and stroked her foot over someone’s leg. She had no idea who it may be, as all their bodies were quite tangled together, but at least she was being more involved in what was happening.
    But it was hard to think of things to do and how to reach each of the four men. Fingers were now inside both her pussy and her ass, softening and stretching her walls, massaging her opening, and the desire that had been coiling in her belly was now screaming for more attention, for penetration, for fulfillment.
    She dropped back flat onto Penllyn and Graegor, kissing first one then the other on the lips, the nose, the chin, mimicking the way the men had aroused and teased her. It must have worked because hands gripped her shoulders and husky voices demanded she kiss them properly. Grinning, Trudy held her face still for a proper kiss, only to have Penllyn kiss her so deeply and thoroughly she was left breathless and gasping when it was Graegor’s turn.
    A sharp slap on her butt focused her mind as Daegan said, “Graegor, we’re ready.” Trudy thought he sounded rather breathless, too. It seemed she wasn’t the only one here unbearably aroused.
    Penllyn slid to the side, so Trudy could sit over Graegor. As soon as she was settled, he held his cock up at her entry. She’d planned to tease him and slide over it as slowly as she possibly could, but she was too aroused. She needed him—them—too bad. Trudy rose up over him and slid down all in one movement, loving the way he stretched her and filled her. That was what she needed, the feeling of fullness, of possession. “Oh yes,” she whispered, lying flat on his body and scraping her nipples against the hard muscle wall of his chest.
    Behind her, Daegan’s cock pressed at her rear entry. Trudy was much too aroused to go slowly. Urgently, she pushed out, and almost at once, she felt his cock breach her entry. It’d been so long since she’d had anal sex she’d expected it to hurt, but Crevan and Daegan must have done a good job of preparing her while she was distracted with the other men, because although there was pressure and stretching, there was no discomfort, just a growing sense of desire for the actual fucking to begin.
    Desperately she slammed back onto Daegan then pushed forward onto Graegor, wanting it all, wanting it now. Right now.
    “Holy shit!”
    “Slow down, Little Miss Feisty. You’ll have us both exploding way too soon,” said Daegan.
    “Hell yes. You’re so hot I don’t have a