Mating Rituals [Impulse 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase

fingers touched her sodden pussy from behind. Hell, that wasn’t his fingers, it was his lips. One of his hands massaged the globes of her ass as he ate her pussy. Aisha cried out, burning with a desire she could no longer suppress. Neither man responded but instead increased the intensity of their actions. Now Tyrone was rimming her ass with something—it felt sharp, like a claw—it felt divine.
    “You like anal sex, darlin’?” he asked.
    “I like what you’re doing to me.”
    Tyrone chuckled. “Right answer.”
    His head disappeared between her legs again and he continued to feast on her clit. It felt awesome but wasn’t what she really needed. How much longer would it be before one of them penetrated her with his huge cock? She desperately wanted to get to the main act but at the same time wanted to delay the moment when her cunt would be stretched to its limit by a thick, throbbing prick designed to rock her world.
    Just as well she was willing to wait, because they were clearly in no hurry, and, recalling what Kane said about their being in charge, she didn’t dare to hurry them along. Still, she reckoned she was entitled to feel a bit miffed. It was all very well for them. They’d both just come, but a girl had her needs and they were being sorely neglected. Well, not neglected exactly, she conceded as several of Tyrone’s fingers disappeared inside her cunt and Kane bit down hard on one solid nipple. Still, there was such a thing as too much foreplay.
    Quite without warning, Aisha’s body was consumed by a violent electric charge, as deep and sensual as it was unexpected. Rick had never been big on preparation. He tended to go straight for it, mindless of her state of readiness, and she must have gotten used to wham, bam, thank you, ma’am without being aware of it . How come she hadn’t ever told him what really turned her on? How come he hadn’t asked, the selfish rat?
    Her orgasm intensified, wiping all thoughts of her ex and his limitations from Aisha’s mind. She cried out, convulsed, and fractured, pushing herself against Tyrone’s fingers and lips.
    “Oh hell, I’m coming. Don’t stop.”
    Kane chuckled. “We kinda got that part.”
    Someone slapped her backside hard. It drove her completely over the edge and she screamed as she rode the crest of an orgasm that pitched and swirled through her bloodstream, so intense that it was almost unbearable. The slapping became harder, Kane’s teeth bit down with more intensity, and her orgasm took on a second lease on life. She’d never been one to remain quiet and passive during sex and now didn’t seem like the right time to start.
    “Keep fucking me, boys. It’s incredible. Don’t you dare let up!”
    She screamed the words at the top of her lungs, urging them on, completely uninhibited, convinced that one of them would now penetrate her. Yes! At last she could feel the tip of Tyrone’s huge cock rubbing against the crack in her ass. Kane had abandoned her tits and was playing with himself instead, pumping his erection through his thumb and forefinger, its angry head brushing against her breasts each time he pulled back his foreskin.
    She wanted to tell him not to waste it, but the words stuck in her throat as the two guys kept up a litany of cursing and heavy breathing, clearly both about to ejaculate. Their excitement communicated itself and Aisha felt herself on the verge of a third orgasm. Tyrone slapped her butt as an endless stream of hot sperm showered over it. At the precise same time Kane ejaculated, grabbing one of her tits as he did so and holding it in the direct line of fire.
    “Shit,” she said, dropping her head and sucking the last of Kane’s cum into her mouth. “I’m not done yet.”
    The guys laughed, calling her a greedy witch as Tyrone rubbed his sperm all over her butt with swirling sweeps of his large hands. Erotic didn’t begin to describe the feeling as carnal sensations assaulted her from all angles, her