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she could already feel that he was ready to explode. She wanted both Peter and Jake to orgasm inside her at the same time. She leaned down and licked Peter’s lips with her tongue. The look on his face was of such intense desire. She knew he was going to burst into orgasm soon. She could feel Jake’s hands come around her and hold her two breasts firmly. Peter’s hands were on her hips, pushing her up and pulling her back down on his cock with a rhythm that got faster and faster as he closed in on his climax. Jake kept thrusting into her anus. Zola had never imagined that anything in the world could feel so intense. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the tidal wave of sensation that was rushing through her body.
    “Oh God,” Jake cried out from behind her. At that moment, Zola felt the first pulse of semen flowing through his cock and filling up her anus. She cried out. Again and again his cock pulsed and semen surged out of him and into her rectum.
    “Jesus,” she cried.
    “Jesus,” Peter cried and at the same moment began to climax in her vagina, gushing his sperm into her pussy. Zola looked down at him. The look on his face was of such exquisite pleasure, pleasure that she was giving him. She suddenly felt in control of the situation. In that intense moment when both men were violently climaxing inside her, Jake pulsing his sperm up into her asshole, Peter flowing semen into her pussy like a chef basting the inside of a turkey, she suddenly felt that she was secure. Her life was safe. As long as she could please Jake and his friends, as long as she could make him proud of her and give him everything he desired, she would be safe in this situation.
    And with that thought she finally gave in to the sensations that were rushing through her body. A wave of orgasm washed over her, flowing from her vagina and rectum at the same time and rushing through every part of her body like a drug.
    “Holy fuck,” she screamed as she rode both of them, her head thrust back in ecstasy. “Holy fucking fuck!”

VII
    V ERONICA HAD BEEN FEELING OUT of sorts for days. Everything about her life suddenly seemed so difficult. She felt as if she was wading through water. Things were going fine on the surface, Hank seemed to have forgotten about the little incident they’d had when they tried to have anal sex, but underneath, Veronica’s emotions were in turmoil. All she could think about was Matt. Ever since Ariel had told her that Matt was in love with her, she just couldn’t get him out of her mind.
    “Could you pass the butter?” she said to Hank.
    He was sitting across the dinner table from her enjoying his steak. She hadn’t seen Kyle all day but had tried calling him four times for dinner. Ever since getting a girlfriend he’d definitely become harder to keep track of.
    Hank passed her the butter and cleared his throat. “Honey, are you alright?”
    “What do you mean?” she said.
    “You just seem like you’ve been, I don’t know, distant.”
    Veronica looked up at him. “I know, honey. I’m sorry.”
    “What is it?”
    “I don’t know,” Veronica said. “Do you ever just feel like you need to shake things up a bit?”
    “Of course I do,” Hank said.
    That was one of the things Veronica really appreciated about Hank. She could always rely on his support. No matter what she brought up, he would always try to help her. She knew she should just get Matt out of her mind and appreciate the life she’d created with Hank.
    “I’ve been thinking about opening a restaurant,” she said.
    Hank nodded as he chewed on his steak. “You’ve always wanted to do that. Before we got married that was your plan wasn’t it?”
    “It was, but it somehow slipped away from me.”
    “And you spent all that time traveling and learning all those fancy foreign recipes.”
    She thought back to those years, traveling in Spain and France, tasting new foods, experiencing new adventures, living a life that was exciting and