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  “Sadie, oh…”

  “Goddess, such a sweet mouth on you, baby…”

  Both men were panting now, trembling beneath her small soft hands and hot mouth. It gave Sadie a sense of power like she had never felt before to have both strong, muscular bodies strung tight and needful, so sensitive to her touch. Experimenting, she took Holt's shaft into her mouth as far as she could without gagging, feeling Blakely's cock rubbing against her cheek as she did so. The tall blond man cried out softly and she felt large, gentle hands petting her hair, urging her to take more if she could. She fondled the tight sack below his shaft and savored his taste, clean and sharp against her tongue.

  Then it was Blakely's turn and the dark man moaned low in his throat, almost a growl as Sadie struggled to get his thick, musky shaft between her lips. He was hairier than Holt and she loved the coarse scratch of his tight curls as she pressed her face against his flat belly and sucked him hard and long, savoring his spicy flavor.

  “Sadie, baby … gonna come,” Blakely was gasping and Holt was whispering something similar from the other side. Sadie knew she wanted to feel their hot liquid bathing her flesh. Taking both straining shafts firmly in her hands, she stroked until the darkness was filled with their masculine groans and cries.

  Holt came first, pumping his load in hot jets over her full breasts and Blakely was soon to follow, spraying her throat and upper chest with his seed. Sadie felt hot and wild and wanton, freer than she'd ever been while the warm cum ran down between her breasts and over her flat belly to puddle between her thighs. She thought she could feel some of it trickling into the slippery slit of her sex and had a sudden fierce wish to feel it all the way inside her, to feel their seed filling her cunt instead of coating her tits.

  The warm, electrical connection was so strong that she would have spread her legs right then and let them have anything they wanted if it had been possible. But both Holt and Blakely were spent now, at least for the present. She would have to think of an alternative.

  Sadie lay down in the warm darkness between them, fragrant with the scent of their sex and whispered, “Clean me off, boys.” Two hot, wet tongues went to work immediately, fulfilling her request as Sadie moaned and twisted, loving the way Holt and Blakely licked away the seed from the slopes of her breasts, her aching nipples, her soft belly and especially from between her thighs. Holt made sure personally that no cum was left in the soft, slippery cleft of her hot sex while Blakely kissed her mouth, sharing the flavor of all three of them with her. Sadie touched them in the darkness, burying one hand in Blakely's rough curls as he kissed her and fingering the pale, silky gold of Holt's hair as he cleaned tenderly between her legs and pressed two long fingers into her tight channel.

  The pleasure was gentler this time, but no less intense and Sadie felt herself riding the crest of a feather-soft orgasm before she fell panting back on the bed and sleep took her at last.

  Chapter 14

  Sadie woke up because something was tickling her nose. Stretching languorously, she became aware that she felt deliciously tender around her nipples and between her legs. She thought hazily that it was some dream she had had last night. Blakely and Holt, both at once, licking and sucking in the darkness. The feel of two hard, masculine bodies bracketing her own as they pressed against her … Wait a minute.

  Coming fully awake, Sadie realized that there was a hard masculine body on either side of her. Opening her eyes, she saw that she had her face buried in the wiry mat of black hair that covered Blakely's chest; that was what had been tickling her nose. Holt's smoother chest was pressed against her back and she could feel his warm breath against the back of her neck as she lay in the warm cocoon created by their bodies. Two warm morning erections pressed against her, Holt's nestling between her buttocks and Blakely's between her thighs. Not only was she lying in bed with two men but all three of them were stark naked.

  Oh my merciful Goddess! Sadie jumped out of bed, clumsy in her attempt to get away from the dream that had turned into a nightmare. Surely the dream images couldn't be true. Surely she hadn't really let them touch her that way, taste her that way…

  Stumbling into the fresher and slamming the door behind her, Sadie examined her naked body in the holo-viewer anxiously. Her nipples were red and tender and there were passion marks along the creamy swells of her breasts. Worse yet, there were more marks over her belly and between her thighs. The dream flashed through the forefront of her brain again like a pornographic vid show. Both hot mouths on her body, sucking her nipples, parting her thighs, bathing her sex, licking, tasting, pressing inside her … No! It couldn't be true. But the image of herself in the holo-viewer didn't lie.

  And if that part of the dream is true, then the rest of it must be too. Sadie cringed in shame as she remembered touching them both, taking both hot, heavy shafts down her throat and sucking for all she was worth, the erotic spray of warm cum coating her body and two wet tongues bathing her, licking her clean … The solar system's biggest slut, that's what I've become, she thought miserably. What would her Aunt Minnie or her ex-fiancé Gerald think of her if they could see her now? No doubt they'd be shocked and disgusted. Sadie shook her head. How had it happened? Somehow she had been sucked into the strange connection that existed between the two partners.

  Not knowing what else to do, she turned on the sonic shower full throttle and stood in the buffeting blasts, wishing she could wash the shame from her memory as well as Blakely and Holt's marks from her skin.

  * * * *

  When she came out of the fresher the bedroom was empty for which she was profoundly grateful. She had no idea how she was going to face Blakely and Holt after the things all three of them had done together last night. No idea at all. She looked around for the shirt and pants she had been wearing the day before but they were nowhere to be found. Instead, lying on the bed was a selection of clothing she had never seen before.

  At first Sadie was delighted … new clothes! She was damn tired of wearing Blakely and Holt's shirts everywhere. Then she felt ashamed that the prospect of new clothes could make her so happy in the middle of an emotional crisis. But still … new clothes were new clothes, right? Wrong, she quickly found out.

  “What is this stuff?” she muttered, sifting through the glitzy pile of fabric on the bed. It all appeared to be her size but that was the nicest thing she could say for the bunch of clothes. Barely there baby-doll dresses, cutaway crop-tops with skin-tight hot pants to match, one thing that looked like an evening gown but had a neck-line that plunged to the navel, demi-bras that didn't cover her nipples and crotch-less panties all met her eyes as she searched. Everything on the bed put the outfits she'd worn while under-cover as a prostie-borg to shame, making the gold mesh dress she'd had on the day she met Blakely and Holt look like a nun's habit in comparison. Was this some kind of a sick joke? Or was this the way Blakely and Holt expected her to dress now that they were all on more 'intimate' terms?

  Sadie could feel herself getting angrier and angrier as she sorted through the skimpy clothing. They wanted her to dress like a slut? Fine, she would. Might as well, she thought bitterly. I've been acting like a slut, might as well dress like one too.

  Pulling on the skimpiest outfit she could find, a demi-bra that pushed up her full breasts without covering her plump nipples, a pair of crotch-less panties, and a silky, see-though robe made of some gauzy fabric that clung to her skin, she marched out of the bedroom to confront the partners.

  Blakely and Holt were sitting in the food prep area, conversing quietly while Holt prepared some concentrates at the counter and Blakely pored over the portable map-screen he had set up at the table. Neither one of them noticed her until she was standing right in front of them, hands on her hips, one toe tapping impatiently.

  At last, Blakely looked up from the map-screen and noticed her. “Hey, kid, how are…” was as far as he got before he broke off and just stared at her.

  Holt turned around and got an eyeful as well. “Sad