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possession of Lydia’s mouth again with his, tongue delving deep. Evgeny fiddled with her bra straps, freeing her breasts for more lavish attention. His touch did not have quite the finesse of Milan’s, but all the same he stroked her nipples to devastating effect until she was moaning into the violinist’s mouth and squirming between the two hard bodies that held her so firmly in place.
    Milan released her lips and murmured, “What do you want first?”
    “Hmm?”
    “So many ways to play a trio… What movement should we start with? Allegro vivace? Or adagio ?”
    “Milan, I…”
    “It’s okay. I know you’re shy. And this is an amazing thing for you. You want me to direct?”
    “Please. You’re a good conductor.”
    He stroked her cheek, smiling fondly.
    “Thank you,” he whispered.
    He glanced over at the cellist, and Lydia turned to look too, noting that Evgeny held his semi-erect cock in his hand while he worked at bringing it to full engorgement.
    “Too soon after the last time?”
    Evgeny nodded.
    “Okay. Lydia, would you like to taste him? I can vouch for the flavour—very nice.” Milan nuzzled Lydia’s neck and held her around the base of her ribcage as he made the dark-toned suggestion. “He is nearly ready for you—he just needs a little oral encouragement.”
    Lydia looked into Milan’s eyes, seeking something like reassurance, something she could trust. She saw sparks of fire, urgent desire. Was it enough? She thought it would be.
    She bent forwards and knelt in front of Evgeny, taking his cock in her hands first, feeling its length and girth, before breathing over the glans. Milan took hold of her waist, keeping her balanced as she dipped her head lower. Evgeny cried out in rapture at the first contact of her wet lips against his half-mast prick and a frisson of tenderness overcame Lydia. Bringing her tongue forward to curl around the moistened tip, she felt a bloom of pride at the way his flesh firmed in her mouth, quickly and eagerly.
    Meanwhile, Milan tugged at the waistband of her knickers, helping them crest the ridge of her buttocks and slide down her thighs, over her knees and down until she was nude. Naked in front of two men, both of whom expected to make her come.
    She clamped her thighs together, shivering at the knowledge of her exposure, but Milan made deft work of parting her legs for his inspection, and he spoke in a low, masterful tone as she sucked and licked at Evgeny’s enlarging cock.
    “You have a lovely pussy, Lydia,” he said. She moaned over her mouthful as Milan bent closer, his hair brushing the back of her thighs so that they goosepimpled, and his breath warmed her defenceless sex. “It looks so sweet and pink. I can’t wait to eat it.”
    He spread her parted lips wider with his thumbs and she wriggled. Evgeny placed a hand in her hair, perhaps afraid that she might lose her rhythm if Milan distracted her too much. The gesture reminded her to attend to her task, and she stilled, letting Milan explore the relief map of her vulva and clit.
    “Very wet,” he observed, gathering a coating of her copious juices from each crease. “You like giving head, Lydia?”
    She made an inarticulate reply, sucking all the harder.
    “You know what I like? I like a nice juicy clit to lick. I’ve got one here, just right for me. Swollen and ripe. I’m going to lick it until you scream. Are you ready?”
    For reasons she couldn’t articulate, Lydia was suddenly scared of the intense sensation she knew Milan’s tongue would bring. Would it be too much to bear? Would she end up screaming or crying or embarrassing herself in some other way?
    He appeared to sense her wave of reservation, for he removed his fingers from her sticky core and patted her rump for a moment, the gentle rhythm of it settling her once more, whilst the sudden absence of his wicked doings between her legs proved too cruel to endure. She circled her hips, indicating that she wanted him back