Page 45 of Group Studies

Beryl shifted, though I couldn’t see his facial expression. “We can play it that way.” Beryl paused. “Look, dude. Life’s too complicated to only depend on one person. I wouldn’t ask it of anyone. Dot chose you and me. It’s simple. Now you either undress and join us or wait your turn, assuming I give you one.”

Ashe grunted and punched the top of the door frame with his fist this time.

“Kitten, is this what you want?” Ashe asked, raising his voice.

I nodded before realizing they couldn’t see me. “Yes.”

Butterflies filled my stomach as Ashe’s bulk stepped into the steamy room. Glimpses of them stripping in the steam made my blood pulse in my ears. I’d never been with two men at once. Excitement and fear made me ache with need.

“Dude, really?” Beryl said. “Not fair.”

Ashe grunted in response. I raised an eyebrow, but they didn’t say anything else. Bits of flesh and muscles moved through the steam until they stood at the shower entrance. I nervously played with the suds of soap in my pubic hair, equally excited and nervous.

I’d never seen the two next to each other before. Ashe had maybe an inch on Beryl, but the two-barrel chested ripped men’s exquisite physiques made me drool. Unlike Beryl’s smooth, dark skin, hair curled across the Gentle Giant’s well-tanned chest and down his six-pack.

Although the shower could probably fit four, the door to get in could only accommodate one at a time. I ran one of my hands up my front and across my breasts, waiting.

Ashe ran his hand down his face and pulled on his beard. “Jesus fuck, this is awkward.”

Beryl grinned. “After you.” He slapped Ashe’s ass.

The Gentle Giant meeped and jumped forward while I held back a giggle.

Beryl did not, and Ashe blushed at his laughter. “It’s only as awkward as you make it, dude.”

Beryl lunged forward, lightly hitting the tiled floor with his knees and sliding through the soap suds to arrive at my feet. With a grin, he stood and cupped one of my breasts, teasing my mouth with his. I’d been waiting hours to be touched. I pressed into the hard planes of his body, exploring his sides. Too soon, he broke away and moved behind me. His stiff erection pressed into my lower back as he fondled my breasts from behind.

“She’s waiting,” Beryl said when the Gentle Giant didn’t immediately move to my front.

Ashe scowled at the mage behind me before sandwiching me into Beryl. He bent down, capturing my lips for a long, deep kiss. One pair of hands didn’t leave my breasts, while the other glided down my soapy sides and hips.

The Gentle Giant released my mouth and pecked and licked down my front. He kissed my belly button and trailed his tongue south, sparks and tingles following in his wake.

Beryl pinched my stiff nipples. I turned my head to greedily suck the moisture from his mouth. Ashe’s tongue slid down my slit, and I moaned through my kiss with Beryl.

Ashe paused. “You’re so fucking short. Go up a tad.”

Beryl snorted. “Giving orders already?”

Ashe looked and glared above my head. “Shut the fuck up.”

Without warning, Beryl released my breasts and put a hand under each of my butt cheeks. I tilted back as Beryl lifted me and spread my legs, laying me bare to Ashe.

The Gentle Giant purred and surged forward. His facial hair pressed into my nub as he licked me and sucked my clit. I writhed in Beryl’s grip. One hand fisted in Ashe’s hair while the other squeezed one of my breasts. I moaned and tensed as Ashe teased and stroked me with his velvety tongue.

“I need more,” I panted, wiggling out of Beryl’s grip. My feet hit the ground and Ashe stood. Drips of steam ran down the contours of his chest.

“Patience. My turn,” Beryl said, moving to my front.

He knelt, and to my surprise, Ashe knelt with him. Beryl eyed the Gentle Giant before he gripped the inside of each of my thighs. As if proving something to Ashe, he sucked my entire sex into his mouth and rubbed the top with his tongue.

I closed my eyes and moaned, fisting Beryl’s hair as his tongue wiggled ever closer to my clit. Pulsing my hips into Beryl, Ashe slid around to my backside. At the top of my next twerk, he licked up the crack of my ass before spreading my cheeks with his hands and worshiping me with his lips.

I spasmed with pleasure, close to the pinnacle of an orgasm, but not quite. I never even imagined a double sensation like this. Everything but the two men pleasuring me with their tongues faded from my world.

My legs started to shake. “I can’t,” I panted.

Ashe released my butt cheeks and stood first. I tried to wiggle free, but Beryl sucked my clit into his mouth. My body bowed with a wave of pleasure.

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