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he read her thoughts and at the dark promise in his voice and saw Peter’s equally dark smile from the corner of her eye. Bring it on, boys.
    Peter did the honors this time, carefully lubricating her anus and the plug, inserting it gently while Sean watched. There were no distractions this time, and she felt the burn increase as she was stretched more, but the sight of Sean’s intent face and Peter’s equally fascinated one, reflected to her gaze by the mirror on the opposite wall, had her pushing back on the plug, wanting more. Their arousal intensified hers. This may have been about a week of no-holds-barred sex, but Jillian found herself wanting more, just as she had feared. The least she could do was take everything being offered and take as much as they would give her. She just hoped she would leave with her heart intact. They kept implying that this wasn’t a short-term thing, but time would tell.
    “Sweetheart?” Peter’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
    “Umm?” she responded.
    “Something a little different now. You’ll like it.”
    Uh-oh. That tone was a signal to her that something just might not be so much to her liking. Jillian stiffened. Sean slid under her and pushed her, with Peter’s guidance, to her hands and knees, getting rid of the pillow. Peter secured her hands to the headboard and her ankles to the footboard, leaving her pussy suspended over Sean’s mouth. This wasn’t different. This was heaven, she thought, as Sean’s tongue flirted into her folds and lashed her clit. Not different until Peter brought something long and hard down on her ass, tapping the end of the plug. Jillian shrieked and fought Sean’s grip on her hips, unable to escape the blows as they drove her onto his tongue. The movement of the large plug, the heat and sting on her buttocks, and the torture of her clit had Jillian clenching and rolling, now arching back into the spanking. She heard whimpers and mewls that could only be coming from her as her orgasm built and built on her assaulted senses. Peter thrust three fingers up her vagina to add to the mix, and Jillian broke all over Sean’s face. Even in her altered state, she felt him smile.
    Sean moved out from under her and patted her ass. “Good one, babe?” he asked.
    Jillian mumbled into the mattress. She heard drawers opening and closing as the men muttered about the pump, Sean accusing Peter of not putting things back where they belonged. She turned her head and tried to see them through the veil of her hair.
    “Guys?” she asked. “Do you fuck a lot of women together?” Somehow she felt more sad than jealous, and it showed in her tone of voice.
    Peter lay down beside her and kissed her cheek, her temple, and then her hair.
    “We prefer sharing, honey, I won’t lie,” he answered, “but this is different, Jilly, really. Don’t be sad. There’s no need to be sad.”
    Sean stood beside the bed, silent, just staring at her. Finally he said, “No changing the past, babe. We didn’t know you then, and that’s the sad part.”
    Jillian felt more reassured by Sean’s thoughtful response. He made no real attempts to placate her, although Peter was sweet. She just hoped it really was different.
    Sean turned back to fumble in the other drawer and made a sound of satisfaction. “Found it.”
    “What?” Jillian asked.
    “I’ll show you, babe. You’ll like it.”
    Right. Jillian felt him at her buttocks, and then the plug was jostled. She clenched on it, hearing an air-filled pumping sound, and then the plug increased in girth. Holy crap.
    “What the hell are you doing?” she yelled. “Stop it. The plug is getting bigger and…” Jillian had to stop and breathe through the burn and the interesting little thrill.
    “We’re going to play a little game, babe. Of course the odds are totally stacked in our favor, just like Scrabble was in yours. Oh, don’t think it wasn’t obvious,” Sean replied. “And then there’s the lawyer boy crack to deal