Tia lay back on the bed, the sheets cool around her, but she knew that wouldn’t last. The heat between the three of them was growing fast, surrounding them like a halo. Denise’s hands were smooth on Tia’s naked thighs, pushing her knees up and spreading them. Denise’s tongue was expert, curious, and probing but knowing just what she’d find and what do with it. Tia’s clit peeked out from between her lips, hot and starting to tingle. Denise’s tongue slid easily in, up and down the inner surface of Tia’s pink privacy, her breathing becoming hotter and heavier as her efforts continued, faster and more furious with every pass over her flowering pussy.

Tia pushed her head back into the pillow, her pale shoulders arching up, a pleased little gasp leaking up out of her throat. Her thighs pursed, pressing against Denise’s head, long black hair smooth and cascading over Tia’s white skin. Denise’s fingers were dark against her milky flesh, the contrast gorgeous and glorious.

“So good,” Tia said, her voice both a reward and a command. “You’re so good.”

“Yeah, baby,” Denise said, not raising her face up from Tia’s crotch. “I know it. I know what you like; I know what you need.” And Tia knew it was true; Denise had insight to a woman’s body that few men would have or even could have. Only Marcus himself had matched her, and Tia didn’t doubt where she’d learned at least a few of her skills.

One glance revealed the master himself, on his back on the bed near her. Denise’s own legs were splayed over his face as he held her, hands on her hips. His white fingers stretched over her milk-chocolate skin, a sexy contrast to her dark fingers on Tia’s own pale haunches. Marcus’s groans leaked into Tia’s ears, the sound: low and gravelly, turning her on even more.

Tia laid back and savored the sensation, the energy that was pulsing through her, through them all. She recognized Marcus’s sexual aura after years of intimacy, and to be in its warm shadow once again was both soothing and challenging. She could feel him nearby, naked on the bed with her once more. But his attention was indirect, channelled into this new and exciting woman, an exotic creature with a passion all her own. And with Marcus’s energy pouring into her body and charging her own ceaseless power, the two becoming a hurricane of lust, and pouring into Tia through her steaming loins, Denise’s tongue the instrument for that electrical current that had Tia’s body shaking.

Tia’s hands reached up to her own breasts, squeezing them hard, nipples rising between her fingers, eager for her flicking, flecking fingers. She bit her lower lip, eyes clamping shut to sink into her sensory swirl of touch and taste.

“You’re beautiful,” Denise purred in her ear, making Tia writhe and squirm in anticipation. Her tongue moving up Tia’s breasts was fluid and fast, and it flicked around one nipple and then the other, the hard little orbs growing even harder and more erect with every wet strike. Denise’s tongue became more aggressive with her growing excitement, bringing one hand up to squeeze her left breast as she buried her face into her right, taking it into her mouth and letting her teeth trace its curve, even biting in just a little bit.

Denise pushed her legs even farther apart, her face finding her pulsing labia. Her tongue flicked around it as it had her nipples, fulfilling its terrific, reptilian promise. Tia looked down at the top of her head as she groaned and licked, her hot breath and Tia’s own musk rising up around them both. Her clit slipped out to greet Denise’s tongue, and she showed amazing skill at igniting the various clusters of nerves up and down her flowering pink tissue. She was sensitive to her reactions, her tongue prodding deeper, pushing up to her mound and, amazingly, flicking behind it, right to her G-spot.

Tia couldn’t help but pull and buck on the bed, Denise’s tongue dancing up and in her sizzling little self. Denise dug deeper, her hands pushing Tia’s legs back as far as they could go, tendons threatening to snap.

Her orgasm riled again, her body humming with that scintillating vibration, her loins aching and filling, both starving and overfed to the point of bursting.

But Denise wasn’t done yet.

Denise’s tongue was the first to trace the curves of her ass, and she stretched her out to give herself the greatest access. It was a wet warm region that she had never known yet somehow recognized, tongue swirling around and around and exciting nerves she barely knew existed. Her rear muscles twitched, but she was too widespread to clench down. There was only exposure, and Denise’s perpetual insistence. Marcus was lying on the bed alongside both women, stroking himself as he watched both beautiful women indulge in complete sexual ecstasy. Denise’s tongue went deeper, circling closer and closer to Tia’s clenched southern star, the smallest and most powerful muscles of the region twitching and pulling with Denise’s wild work.

Finally she dove in, that long, wet muscle squirming its way into her anus, fearless and aggressive and surprisingly strong, Tia’s legs pushed even higher up around the sides of Marcus’s body.

Tia’s orgasm couldn’t resist the opportunity, the nearly upside-down aspect of her hips, pussy as close to her own face as it had ever been, her own juices smeared over her slick abdomen, body quivering with Denise’s assault, oral versus anal in a fight to the explosive end.

Tia kept shaking, Denise kept licking, but something told her that in this battle, she had the advantage. Tia knew she could take it as long as she could dish it out, and she was even curious to see how long that would be.

But Tia’s eyes jutted open again to see Marcus, gone for so long, once again naked before her, long and strong and tall. His naked cock rose up from his hips as he continued to push his face up into Denise’s crotch. And as Denise’s tongue worked its own magic on Tia’s pussy, she watched as Marcus did the same for Denise. It was more than a current of energy, but it seemed to Tia that Marcus was actually eating Tia himself, with Denise simply his puppet, a conduit of his intent. Is it his tongue or hers? she wondered in that crazed confusion. Her tongue guided by his brain, his soul? Am I any more a puppet than she, just waiting for Marcus to pull my strings?

Does it make any difference?

Tia’s heart beat a bit faster, sweat collecting on the back of her neck as the pillow rose up on each side of her face.

Denise pulled herself up from Tia’s crotch and kissed her way slowly up her belly, flawless, without a speck of fat. Her tummy twitched as Denise’s lips planted delicate kisses, climbing higher, a steady trail toward her sweat-damp breasts. Denise traced her undercarriages, the round meeting of the two perfect orbs, then took each hard little nipple into her mouth. Tia sighed to enjoy the feeling of her nipples in Denise’s mouth, that talented tongue bringing her magic to Tia’s upper body with almost as much power as she’d already brought to her lower, the tingling in her rig cage matching the tingling in her pelvic cradle.

Marcus unrolled a condom on his erection and pushed her legs back, her pussy already hot and wet and ready for his massive member. He slipped his head in, thick and round, between her hot, swollen lips and then let it sit there, a tremendous promise of what would come. A lump rose up in the back of Tia’s throat and she threw her head back into the pillow. She closed her eyes to imagine that tree trunk of a cock as he slid it in just a bit farther and then paused again, those few inches of thick meat preparing her pussy for what she knew would be the fuck of a lifetime.

Marcus pulled back and then slid forward again, using just the first few inches of his tremendous cock to make her pussy burn and twitch; she clamped down as much as she could over is girth. Her clit struggled to wrap around that shaft as he went from a steady stride to a sudden burst of quickness, a flurry of short bursts that had her clit burning. A few shakes to the side magnified his quick barrage and introduced another long, slow stroke, pushing even deeper into her private darkness.

With Marcus’s cock and Denise’s kisses, Tia felt as if she was being made love to by a single creature of unnatural distinction.

Marcus’s middle shaft was almost as much as Tia could stand, and that slow drive, in and out and deep and wide, made Tia’s muscles retract, pulling at every bone in her body. Marcus pushed her legs up toward her head, allowing greater access for his incredible cock, making it even more potent. She was completely exposed to him, and he was taking full advantage.

Denise leaned down and resumed nibbling at Tia’s nipples, smothering her face over her breasts, kissing her neck and chest while Marcus thrust into her from above, a faster rhythm to send pulses of orgasmic energy through her body. The contrast of Marcus’s pounding, deep inside her, and Denise’s external stimulation was a combination arousing enough to bring Tia’s orgasm back from temporary slumber, rolling between her hips, rising again to a new and wondrous occasion. Tia had never experienced such a durable, singular expression of her satisfaction. It was as if this orgasm could never be satisfied, that it would possess her body and soul for the rest of her life, a second self living deep within her just waiting for for another fleeting chance to take control.

And Marcus’s cock was the key to unleashing it. In and out strokes were interrupted by circular patterns, mashing that hard cock against her clit from different angles, that flowery pink tissue burning and flexing around it.

Tia looked up and opened her eyes; she locked on Marcus looking down on her with a strong intensity, his upper body above her, supported by his own pillar-like arms, her legs against his chest, his hips an unseen pleasure factory while he ground his perfect pole into her, still holding back at mid-shaft.

Then he sank deeper.

Tia’s heart nearly stopped when that slick prick slid farther, igniting her tissues, sending waves of pressure and pleasure rolling through her, stopping up her throat. Tia let out a groan, clenching her teeth to silence herself. Deeper and harder, Marcus generated a quick and steady rhythm, deep and hard and long. Tia’s orgasm pushed its way up to meet that intrusive trunk, bathing it in her scintillating sauce. Her lips spread wide and legs spread wider, Tia tried to clamp down, feeling the strain all the way up the insides of her thighs and the backs of her calves.

Deep and hard and faster, Tia’s body was skewered and immobile, Denise’s little bites on her breasts creating shockwaves that nearly burst her heart in her ribcage. Tia’s body was completely engulfed in sexual energy and power and strength and flesh and muscle, mouths and hands everywhere, as if she were drowning in a pool of primal sexual aggression. And all that energy was fixed on her, only on her, as if she were the only woman in the world, the last woman on Earth.

Then Tia said, “Pick me up!” Without losing his purchase on the inside of her body, Marcus slid off the mattress and pulled Tia along with him. Denise slid behind Tia and put her arms around her chest, supporting her from behind. “Yeah,” Tia wheezed, “good, just like that.”

Marcus and Denise stood closer together with Tia twisting and writhing between them. Marcus held her by the hips, pulling her in as he thrust forward, filling her deepest crevices. Tia screamed out from sheer physical shock and awe, suspended between the two, her body filled inside, Marcus and Denise on either end of her. Her body was a slave to her orgasm, and her orgasm wanted her to arch her back and kick her legs, to slam the back of her head into Denise’s chest, pout and whimper and spew grunts of agonizing delight. She bucked and writhed as Marcus drove his cock into her with dangerous depth.

Tia was still cumming, an unbelievable orgasm, continuous in a way she was only discovering possible. But even Tia McBride had never been fucked like this, so an orgasm of new and amazing dimensions was only natural.

Nothing had ever felt more natural.

“Push me up,” Tia said, twisting her head to look back at Denise, “up to him.”

Denise nodded and pushed Tia up and forward, pressing her hands against Tia’s back. Tia was exhausted and nearly delirious, draping her arms over Marcus’s enormous shoulders, broad and thickly muscled, her head resting on his chest as her body sank even deeper over his cock. Her orgasm reacted to it with another burst of release, juices splashing against the inner walls of her body and her soul, getting bigger and bigger with every strike, a bubble that only got bigger every time it burst.

Tia tried to wrap her legs around Marcus’s waist, lean and narrow. But her legs were more tired than she realized, her whole body crying out to be released, to fade away into sleep.

Yet she craved more anyway. She wanted to keep fucking until she passed out, to fuck like crazy if that’s what it took.

But what it would take, took Tia entirely by surprise.

Marcus held Tia in his arms, his cock implanted deep within her, while Denise walked across the hotel room and pulled something out of a dresser drawer. Tia could hardly trust her eyes in that dim light, but once the strap-on came into view, Denise buckling the strap at the small of her back; long dark dong extending, Tia knew what was coming.

“Yeah,” Tia said, “yes, Denise, do it, do it.”

Denise took a position behind Tia, pressing her face up against Tia’s ear. “Did I ask?”

The head of Denise’s strap-on found the place her tongue had slathered just a while before. But this introduction would be bigger, longer, better. The head pushed into her wet anus with a thrust, and the pressure nearly spread her hips up the middle, bones straining, tendons tugging.

Tia felt like she was being torn apart and compressed at the same time. Those twin cocks spiked her from each side, her legs spread as far as they could be, locked around the small of Marcus’s naked back, Denise pressing from behind, her breasts pressing against her shoulder blades. Tia went dizzy, no room in her body for breath, lungs pressed empty, heart struggling just to manage a few last beats.

Tia cried out, a wordless bellow of surrender, the last of her energy spilling out of her body. There was no room for anything else; there was only two cocks, her orgasm, and nothing more. Tia’s eyesight went dim, her ears a dull throb, her legs falling away from Marcus’s hips as she collapsed into Marcus’s arms, her face in the nape of his neck as she wept tears of confused relief and dazed satisfaction.