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eyes. Her flesh burned with the stretched position. She closed her eyes tighter, waiting for Jaxon’s entry. She first felt his hot body next to her back and then his strong arms under hers. He breathed in her ear, and chills raced down her spine to her toes. At the entrance to her rectum, she felt his slow invasion. She took in a quick breath and held it.
    “Don’t tense, baby. It’ll hurt less.” Jaxon’s strong, reassuring voice coaxed her to relax a fraction. His large hands massaged and lifted her breasts. Her mind concentrated on the sensual touch.   “Bear down onto it,” he directed. She did as instructed. Her anus stretched and stung, but after a short time of adjustment, she returned to normal breathing.
    “How does it feel?” Dylan asked in front of her.
      With both men inside her, she felt bloated, full, but not in a way that made her uncomfortable. “I can’t describe the feeling.”
    “Do you need us to stop?”
    “No! All I want is more from both of you.”
    Her two men worked together in perfect rhythm. One eased in, and the other withdrew, over and over until the pressure of her orgasm built to a level she couldn’t hold back. Huffing and panting, she fought the tide inside her. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air around them. Guttural moans from all three of them vibrated her body, adding more wondrous pressure. Jaxon and Dylan pinched her in precise timing, sending her over the edge. Jaxon pinched nipples while Dylan stimulated the swollen nub of her pussy. Karma screamed, and her lovers roared. All three released at the same time. Karma fell back against Jaxon. Her feet loosened their hold on Dylan’s waist. Tired, spent, and in rapture, she let her body appreciate the warm ripples of ecstasy drift to calmer peace.
    As gently as possible, Jaxon withdrew himself. He held her, allowing Dylan to lay her on the bed. “I got her” she heard him say. He rose up and stepped back, leaving her exposed and cooling.
    Running water from the bathroom got her attention. She opened her eyes to see Jaxon in the mirror cleaning himself of their sex. He placed another rag under the steamy water, rung it out, and carried it to her. “Here, sweetie. Let me clean you off.”
    Suddenly embarrassed, she reached out to take the rag from him. “I’ll do it.”
    “No, allow me,” he said with a smile.
    Dylan took her hands and then kissed their palms. “Don’t say no. Give yourself to us.” Dylan released her hands. He smoothed over her arms with firm but tender grasps, almost like a massage, but not quite.
    Outnumbered in this decision and in full enjoyment of his masterful fingers, she relaxed.
    Jaxon lifted her leg, opening her for the rag bath. He placed the warm washcloth over her pussy and anus. Careful, skilled hands cleaned the private areas that only she and her mother ever cleaned in her life. The semi-coarse material skimmed over the folds of her pussy several times, awakening the tender bud of her clit. When he washed over the sore muscle of her anus, she almost shouted with…glee. Tensing her body to fight the urge to make love again, she squirmed.
      “There you go, all clean,” he announced after a few minutes.
    Dylan retrieved one of the pillows on the edge of the bed. He placed it under her head. “Do you need anything?” he asked, gaining her attention.
    Karma looked over at the tray of watered-down tea. “Something to drink.”
    “I’ll get it,” Jaxon insisted. He picked up the tray and brought it to the bed. He passed one to Dylan and took one for himself. She rolled her eyes and reached for one. “Nope, not yet. I have an idea, to feed you a swallow at a time.”
    A new flutter of nerves accosted her. “What do you have planned now?”
    Jaxon took a swallow of his tea, leaned forward with the mouthful and sealed his lips to hers. She opened and the tea flooded her mouth. Jaxon pulled back. “Like that?”
    Karma wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Very