Sophie's Menage by Jan Springer Page B

and Steve held her firmly by her arms and instructed her to walk.
    Fire laced her buttocks and a wonderful soreness whispered through her shoulders as she took a step and then another. Her legs were jittery and if the guys hadn’t been holding her, she would surely have dropped to the floor into a helpless heap.
    As they led her, she kept her eyes closed. She wanted to stay in this euphoria of having her two men back in her life, even if for a short time. A moment later they guided her onto the lush padding, and she lay belly down. Her head was positioned in such a way that her chin rested comfortably on a chin rest.
    She held her breath as snaps of ripping foil split through the air.
    Condoms.
    She creamed.
    “Hey baby,” Eric whispered and she tensed involuntarily as two hot palms caressed her ass cheeks.
    “Open your mouth for me, Spanky,” Steve growled from directly in front of the bench. “Wrap your sweet lips around me. I have missed this for too damn long,”
    The impatient tremble in his voice smoothed like silk over her senses and suddenly she had a flaming need to have him thrusting into her mouth.
    She parted her lips and accepted his thick cock. His condom-sheathed shaft tasted of fragrant cherry and power and dominance as he slowly slid it into her mouth, withdrew and then pushed in again. She tightened her lips, loving the elevated veins and the erotic shiver of his flesh as he moved in and out.
    Eric smacked her ass cheeks with what she identified as a thin short cane. The stinging bite of pain was sweet pleasure. Heat splayed over her flesh where he struck .
    “You never wanted us to go, did you, Sophie?” Steve groaned as he engaged a slow thrust.
    She wished she could tell him that he was right, but her mouth was full of his hard pulsing flesh. She tensed and shuddered as Eric stopped caning her ass and his finger nudged against her anal opening.
    “Your I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude about us leaving really pissed us off,” Steve said in a thick voice.
    Gosh, they’d picked one hell of a time to start up a conversation about the past. She wanted to participate in answering, but the unmistakeable press of Eric’s thick shaft against her sensitive anal nerve endings as he pressed his cock past her sphincter had her moaning at the incredible fullness. His penis was thick and hard and so wonderfully long as he sunk deep into her. The pressure was intense and intoxicating and she moaned around Steve’s shaft.
    “That’s it, baby. Take us in. Enjoy what we have to offer. We aren’t going anywhere this time around.” Eric spoke in such a soft tone that the tenderness lacing his voice almost brought her to tears.
    Were they staying ?
    “You can get rid of that spanking machine in the basement too,” Steve growled as he thrust his cock into her mouth again.
    Oh how embarrassing ! The only people she’d told about her toy were Marley and Claire and now Eric and Steve knew as well. Had Marley or Claire told them?
    But were they serious ? Were they really staying? Unbelievable happiness bubbled within her. They wouldn’t tease her so horribly. They had to be speaking the truth.
    “You won’t be needing that machine because you’ll have us,” Eric said. He began a gentle thrust in and out of her ass. The intense pressure of his impalement scattered all her thoughts of disbelief . Euphoria pulsed through her.
    They were staying! They would have time to talk things through. She would force herself to communicate this time around. She just had to. She didn’t want to lose them again.
    Knowing that she might have another chance with them allowed her to relax and fully enjoy their powerful thrusts. Her lips tightened around Steve’s shaft as she smiled. The sharp slap of flesh against flesh had her moaning with anticipation.
    Her fingers tightened around the bench grips as their pistoning strokes grew faster and more frantic. Tension snowballed inside her. Her thighs tightened and her breathing