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tried to move closer, but Connor held her back and steered her toward

the wide tester bed.

“Come and sit, my love. You can watch Dev from here as I

remove your boots.” Kneeling in front of her, Connor unbuttoned first

one boot then the other. After setting the boots aside, he began

smoothing his hands up Anna’s stocking-covered legs until he

reached the apex of her thighs. “Are you still looking at Dev? Look at

his cock, Anna. Have you ever seen such a beautiful cock?” Connor

cupped his hand over her mound, pressing against her until she

moaned and spread her legs further apart. “Oh, yes…I am looking,”

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she replied, her voice little more than a stuttered whisper. “He is

so…beautiful.” A deep sigh immediately rushed from her throat as

Connor spread the lips of her pussy and held them apart with his

fingers.
Why don’t I feel any shame? Am I being so controlled by my

love for these two men that I’m willing to give my body to them so

completely?
“Connor…please…” she pled. “Please touch my clitty.”

She almost giggled at the puzzled expression on Connor’s face.

“This,” she said, moving his fingers up until he touched the hard little

button between the open lips of her cunny. “Some call it a…clitty. I

learned the word in Paris.”

“Look at our Anna, Dev,” Connor teased. “She’s home for less

than a day and already we’re learning French.” He gently began

rolling the nub between his fingers. “Look how wet she is.”

Staring at her open pussy, Devon stepped closer to the bed and

fisted his hand around his cock. Anna could see his hand tightening as

he squeezed and stroked his shaft back and forth from the root to the

flared purple-hued head. He pumped his hand three or four more

times until a droplet of crystal-clear fluid oozed out onto the tip of his cock and glistened like a precious jewel.

Suddenly Connor moved aside, took Anna’s hand, and pulled her

to her feet. “Go to him, Anna. Go now.”

“Yes, yes,” she breathed. She reached Devon in three steps.

Pressing her hands against his belly, she fell to her knees, slid her

hands down over his hips and grasped his cock. “So beautiful,” she

whispered. “So beautiful and all mine.” Bending closer, she licked the

flared head and captured the glossy liquid bead with the tip of her

tongue. Savoring the slick, sweet, and salty flavor for a moment, she

then closed her lips around his penis, sucking him deep into her

mouth and throat. Anna loved the rigid, hot, and silken feel of him on

her tongue. As his cock slipped back and forth, in and out of her

mouth, she closed her hand tightly around his shaft and milked him

until another clear droplet coated her tongue.

Tightening her lips just below the flared ridge around the head of

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his cock, she gripped Devon’s hips, sinking her fingers into his flesh,

and guiding his rhythm. His moans echoed his pleasure as he grabbed

handfuls of her long hair and held her head between his hands.

“God yes, suck me! That feels so good, suck me hard, harder,”

Devon whispered, his voice breathless and husky. “I love you, Anna. I

never stopped waiting for you.”

Elated to hear the words she had once believed were lost to her

forever, Anna knew she had made the right decision.
Yes, the three of
us. It is a dream come true. The most beautiful mingling of love and

lust. Together. Always.

Movement to her left caught Anna’s eye, and she glanced over to

see Connor stepping out of his boots and breeches. When he turned

around to face her, he was grasping his beautiful penis in his right

hand and stroking his balls with his left. A broad smile lifted the

corners of his mouth as he watched her pleasuring his brother’s cock.

“Love us both, Anna,” Devon said, slowly drawing his penis out

of her mouth. “Let me watch you suck Connor. I want to see
his
cock in your mouth.”

Anna held out her left hand, urging Connor closer.
“Tous pour un,

un pour tous,”
she sighed, quoting the Dumas book. Connor’s cock jutted out in front of him and bobbled with each step he took. When

he stood beside her, she closed her hand around him then opened and

filled her mouth with his hard length.

Connor pushed deep into Anna’s mouth until the tip of his cock

touched the back of her throat. He cradled her head between his hands

as she slid her mouth back and forth along his shaft. “My God,” he

breathed, his voice taut with fervor. “There isn’t a more delightful

mouth in the world, and there is only one other—no, two other

places—my cock would love to be.” His fingers trailed over Anna’s

cheek, caressing her mouth where his flesh joined hers.

“I know what you mean, Con,” Dev said, squatting down behind

Anna. He reached around her with one arm and fondled her breasts,

tweaking her nipples until they were tightly puckered and standing

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firm. Leaning a little closer, he stroked his other hand down her back

and over her bottom to her cunny.

Anna trembled, and her lips tightened around Connor’s cock as

Devon slipped a finger inside her. Devon teased her pussy with deep

strokes that filled the quiet room with wet sounds. She felt her cunny

clench around his fingers, demanding to be filled with more and more.

Every nerve in her body was stretched taut and quivering, demanding

release. She pressed her body down on Devon’s hand and moaned

with frustration when he withdrew his touch.
How much more can I

take? I want a hard cock in my cunt now!

Devon rose, tapped his brother on the shoulder, then crossed the

room and sat at the foot of the bed, his cock standing erect between

his legs. “I think we’re being very selfish, twin. Our lady love has

been very generous to us, our pricks are about to explode, but this,

after all, is her ‘welcome home’ party. Don’t you think we’ve sadly

neglected her?” He leaned back, resting his elbows on the mattress. “I

think we should move the party to something more comfortable than

the floor,” he patted his hand on the mattress, “and do something

about that now, don’t you agree?”

“Dev’s right, darling,” Connor said, slowly drawing his cock out

of Anna’s mouth. Taking her hand he helped her to her feet, pulled

her into his arms, kissed her, and nudged her pussy with his hard

cock. “I love you, Anna. I always have.” Lifting her hand to his lips,

he placed a kiss in the center of her palm and then looked over at the

canopied bed where Devon lay on his back, his long legs hanging

over the foot of the mattress, his feet on the floor. “Let’s join Dev on

the bed and enjoy our own special kind of fireworks.” Connor led her

to the bed, and to his brother.

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“Give me some of your sweet kisses, Anna,” Devon said, taking

hold of her hand and pulling her closer to the side of the bed.

The moment Anna kissed him, she could taste herself on his lips.

She flicked her tongue in his mouth, capturing more of her own

musky flavor, and she couldn’t help wondering if either Devon or

Connor had ever tasted his own cum.

“What’s happening?” Suddenly pulled from her musings, Anna

quickly looked over her shoulder. Something warm and wet was

being drizzled onto the small of her back and running into the cleft

between the cheeks of her bottom. She instantly recognized the

amber-colored glass bottle in Connor’s hand.

“It’s your favorite sweet almond oil, darling,” he said, pouring

some of the liquid into his palm. “I remembered how much you liked

it for your skin.” He smoothed his warm hand over her bottom, gently

spreading the slippery oil along her spine to the cleft between her

cheeks, then lower to the juncture between her legs, paying special

attention to her most intimate place.

She shivered and drew in a sharp, hissing breath as he poured a

little more oil down the crevice between her cheeks and the exciting

new sensations she’d felt earlier, quickly returned, ramping up her

excitement to new heights. She couldn’t help following her body’s

demands, pressing herself harder against Connor’s hand.

“A gentleman should always help his lady take care of her

beautiful skin and keep it soft,” Connor declared, giving her a playful

slap on her bottom, making her buttocks jiggle. “And you, my lady,

have the most amazing ass I have ever seen.”

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Anna giggled. “That isn’t something a lady of delicate breeding

hears very often, but I thank you for the compliment, kind sir. Are

you an expert?”

“Most definitely, Miss BonDurant. Between my brother and I, we

have collected all of the necessary…tools of the profession.

Steinberg’s Apothecary on the corner of Main Street and Pearl has

done a landslide business since your telegram arrived.”

“And it is simply amazing, sweetlin’,” Devon offered, showing

her a couple of very small packets that were about the size and shape

of a silver dollar and wrapped in waxed paper. “Since the shipping

routes that were blocked during the war have opened up again,

Steinberg’s Apothecary has a very large supply of Mr. Goodyear’s

wonderful new vulcanized invention.”

“He did until we visited the store the day before yesterday.”

Connor pointed to the open drawer on the night table beside the bed.

“I’m sure Steinberg thinks we must have at least five dozen mistresses

between the two of us.”

“Or perhaps just one very, very happy and hopefully busy one.”

Anna softly giggled again, thinking that they all sounded as excited as

children on Christmas morn. “I certainly hope that we will do

everything we can to keep
Messrs
Steinberg and Goodyear in

business for many, many years, don’t you?” Carefully tearing the

paper, she removed the condom, unrolled and held it up. Looking at

Connor, she lowered her gaze until she reached his cock that was hard

and throbbing. Then she turned her attention to Devon. True to twin

form, his penis was as large and as engorged as Connor’s. “I just hope

you both can…squeeze into them.”

“I’m sure we’ll do fine, with a little help,” Devon replied, opening

another condom packet. After carefully sheathing his cock, he coated

the condom with some of the almond oil.

Anna heard the sound of more paper being torn, and the tempo of

her pulse increased to a wild gallop.

“Would you like to help me?” Connor asked, handing her the

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condom. “Just place it on the end of my cock and unroll it down over

my shaft. It’s just that easy.”

Her hand trembled. “Have you used these before?” she asked,

embarrassed to pose the question.

“Have you?” Connor rebutted.

“
Touché,
” she replied. Bending over, she sucked the mushroomed

head of his cock into her mouth, flicking the tip of her tongue across

the small ridge of flesh that bisected the corona on the underside.

Hearing Connor’s sharp gasp was all the approval she needed. She

took her time sheathing his cock with the condom, loving the feel of

his rigid flesh, the feel of his heat, and the throbs and small jerks his penis made in her hand.

“Thank you for your help, darling,” Connor said, placing a soft

kiss on Anna’s lips. Pouring a drizzle of almond oil on his palm, he

curled his hand around his cock and began to pump his fist up and

down, spreading the oil on his shaft.

Anna refused to stifle the moan that slipped through her lips.

Watching a man handling his own penis, stroking and pleasuring

himself, had always thrilled her.
If Natchez society was to know my

favorite pastime, I would be branded no better than the Under the Hill
whores. But there is no argument—having a hard cock in my pussy is

so much better than just looking at one or sucking on one.
Quickly looking at Connor and Devon, she couldn’t stop the grin that curved

her lips.
From today forward, it would seem that I can have two hard

cocks. And I think the almond oil is for more than a nice massage and
for more than helping their cocks slide easier in and out of my pussy.

I think—no, I know the oil is to…”

Devon’s laughter interrupted her thoughts, and when she looked at

him, she couldn’t hold back her own laughter.

“I’m all dressed and ready for our Fourth of July party, how about

you two?” Devon said, still lying at the foot of the bed, his feet on the floor, and holding his condom-sheathed cock upright in his hand. “I

know that you were very pleased with the Arab mare that His Royal

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High-and-Mighty Prince Abracadabra gave you, but can I interest you

in a gallop on
my
beautiful stallion?” He gave his cock a little shake.

“I hope you ride astride, Miss BonDurant. This fellow is very frisky.