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Austin probes my wet
pussy with two long fingers and uses his other hand to knead my round tits. My
desire rises with
a fervor
, hot and sudden, and I
wriggle my hips and rub my ass against Austin’s rigid dick.

He brings his lips to
my ear and breathes his words warmly against it. “You’re ours, aren’t you,
Katrina? You belong with us.” He nips my earlobe. “You belong to us. Say it.”

“I belong to you,” I
whisper, tilting my head for Austin, so he can suck and tug at my earlobe. Then
I lean forward to sneak another quick taste of Shane’s lips. “I belong to you.”

Then Austin’s gentle
hand is on the back of my neck, pushing my head down. “Take him in your mouth,
baby. Suck his cock.”

Surrendering to the
moment, to the two men I’ve loved my whole
life,
I
bend over Shane’s solid, meaty shaft and cover it with kisses and long, wet
licks. With both hands, I cup his heavy balls and thrill when I hear that
familiar moan that starts deep in his throat. He tastes salty and smells of
male musk and leather. Greedily, I suck his cock into my mouth, straining my
jaw to open wide. He is way too long to fit, and I squeeze and pump the base of
his shaft, eager to please him, to remind him that he’s the one who taught me
how to go down on a man.

I feel Shane’s hand
brush Austin’s from my head and take a firm hold of my hair.

“Jesus, Trina, it still
feels like heaven when you do that.”

Behind me, Austin has
shifted, and he withdraws his fingers from my hungry pussy. I whimper and whine
around Shane’s cock until I feel his younger brother smearing my juices over
and around my anus. My puckered little hole tightens in anticipation.

“Relax, Katrina,” he
orders. “I don’t want this to hurt you.”
 
Then he pushes his middle finger all the way into my ass, and I gasp
behind a mouthful of hard dick and push against Austin’s hand.

Shane tugs on my hair.
“Concentrate, Trina,” he grates. “Don’t stop sucking. You have to please both
of us. Work for it.”

It’s blissful torment,
trying to go down on Shane, to rub my tongue in broad strokes and little
circles along the sensitive underside of his cock and pump my hand up and down
the base of his thick shaft, while Austin is palming and slapping my curvy ass
and working his finger in and out of tight back passage. A second finger joins
the first, twisting, making ever-widening circles, stretching me for the
delicious pleasure I know is coming.

Before me, Shane is
nudging his hips forward, a little harder each time. He’s gritting his teeth.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck, Trina. You don’t know how much I thought about this. About…uh…
About having you again.”

My response is to bob
my head faster, sucking as hard as I can, and to feel behind his warm balls for
that wonderfully sensitive spot.

“Fuck, yeah,” he barks
out. “Keep doing that. Oh, fuck, you’re making me rock hard. Is that what you
want, Trina? You want this cock nice and hard when I take you?”

I whine pleadingly,
then
shriek when Austin’s third finger probes deep into my
ass.

He stills the motion of
his hand. “Did I hurt you, baby?”

I make what noises I
can to tell him no, to convey that what he’s doing is just that good. Both my
pussy and my ass are tingling and throbbing, flushed with blood and heat. I
need my boys, and I need them soon. I mewl, looking pleadingly up at Shane.

With his cock sunk as
deep into my mouth as I can take it, he pauses, still holding my head by my
hair. “Are you ready?
Ready for both of us, Trina?
Are
you going to give us everything?”

I did that long ago.
This is just the last they have yet to take, my body between them, my final
defenses, any sense of a life that doesn’t begin and end with the three of us
together always.

Shane draws his thick
cock out of my mouth, and I take the opportunity to gulp several deep breaths.
Then Austin jerks his fingers from my ass. I frown back at him and find him
wearing a mischievous little smirk. He stands with power and more grace than a
man should have and sits on the metal bench beside his brother. It’s Shane who
helps me to my feet and gives me to Austin, directs me to turn around and
straddle Austin’s lap with my back to him. Shane steps back and watches, as he
peels his snug t-shirt over his broad chest and shoulders, down his corded
arms. He slides his hands down his rippled abs, to fondle his balls and pump
his hand on his dick.

“Katrina,” Austin
whispers, and I instantly relax back against him and turn my face for a warm,
wet kiss. “Good girl. I don’t feel so unloved now.” His voice is teasing, but
there’s tension and need in his tone.

“Are you going to fuck
my ass?” I whisper and wiggle against his prodding cock.

“Mm, I am, baby. I’m
going to fuck your sweet asshole nice and deep and make you scream my name when
you come. Will you remember to do that for me?”

“Yes,
Austin.
Please. Please do it now.”

“Lean forward then,” he
directs firmly. “Spread these gorgeous cheeks for me.”

I hold my ass for him,
as he smears a mixture of saliva and my own pussy cream along the length of his
swollen cock. A sigh of joy and released frustration breaks from my lips as the
blunt head of Austin’s dick pushes through the tight ring of my anus.

“Oh, fuck, it’s
stretching. It’s stretching my asshole. Oh, god, it’s so good,” I whimper,
almost in tears from the pleasure.

Austin runs his hands
up my spine to my shoulders, then pulls me back and down on his long, probing
dick. “Take it, Katrina.
Uh, yeah.
Take my cock up
your sweet ass.”

“Harder!” I beg.

He wraps his arms
around me, taking hold of my tits, and makes me rest against his chest. “
Shh
, be patient. There’s more.”

In front of me, Shane
steps forward, standing over me for a moment, gripping his hard cock. He braces
himself with one foot planted on the seat of the bench, one hand gripping the
metal back. He directs his thick erection to my pussy and penetrates me in one
smooth, slow stroke.

I feel them rubbing
against one another inside me, stuffing me full, their rigid cocks separated by
such a thin layer of flesh. “Oh, fuck, I can’t,” I shriek. “I can’t. It’s too
much. It’s too good.”

“You can take it,”
Austin insists, his hands kneading my heavy tits roughly, fingers plucking
mercilessly at my throbbing nipples. “You’re ours now. Give yourself to us.”

“Look at me, Trina,”
Shane insists, his movements suspended, with his cock sunk into me to his
balls. When I obey, he brings his mouth to mine and mutters, “I’ll never go
another night without fucking your pussy and making you come.
Starting right now.”

While our gazes are
trained on one another, he jerks his hips, drawing out of me and slamming back
in, deep enough to graze my cervix and make me quiver, but not enough to cut
through the haze of pleasure. Austin remains buried to the hilt in my ass, his
lips working up and down my neck, his fingers twisting my nipples slowly and
deliberately. Even without pumping his cock in me, his breath has grown thick
and labored.

I don’t know who to
kiss, who to caress, who to cry for, as Austin splits my tight asshole wide and
Shane hammers my shamefully wet cunt. We are all panting, interrupted by my
periodic whimper as Shane’s cock slides against Austin’s just right. Shane
begins to grunt, as his pace builds, as the power behind his thrusting hips
builds. Austin is moaning against my temple, as the friction from his brother’s
pumping cock stimulates his.

His teeth clenched, his
lips drawn back in a sneer of effort, Shane grates, “Rub her clit. Make her
come.”

I toss my head. “I
can’t. I can’t. Too much,” I moan over and over, to no avail. Austin pinches my
sore clit between two fingers and uses a third to wiggle and stroke it hard and
fast. When my orgasm grips me, I have nowhere to go, pressed between two
powerful male bodies. I can’t writhe or buck to meet or flee the sharp ripples
of electrifying pleasure. I have to let it have its way with me, breaking me
down with wave after wave of shivering ecstasy.

“Austin,” I keen
pathetically.
“Oh, god, Shane.”

“Oh, fuck,” Shane
gasps. “I forgot how tight your little pussy clenches, baby. Uh, fuck!” He
jerks his dick out of my cunt and grabs me by the back of the head. “Open your
mouth, Trina. Swallow
my cum
.”

While I struggle to
breathe through a rough mouth-fucking from Shane, relishing the idea that he
can’t control himself, Austin shifts to start jackhammering my tender asshole
with his long dick. Still feeling the last shudders of my climax, sucking
Shane’s twitching cock, riding Austin’s thick shaft, there’s no relief from the
overpowering pleasure.

Shane’s hips jerk, his
ass tightening, and he pumps warm, bitter cum down my throat. Austin curses
behind me and slams himself one more time into my snug anal passage. Then he,
too, is releasing hot streams of thick cum into me, marking his territory,
claiming me, filling me to overflowing.

Shane is moaning my
name over and over as I gulp down his cum as fast as I can, and Austin’s face
is buried against my neck as he pants through his hard orgasm, cock twitching
and throbbing inside me. I hang almost limp between then, wracked with
pleasure, sore from tensing and squirming and bucking. When Shane finally draws
his cock from my lips and stumbles back a step, unsteady, I slump against
Austin and mew quietly.

Then my first love is
gathering me up into his arms, careful to let Austin gently remove the cock
impaling me from behind. I melt against him, my arms twined around his neck,
unwilling to let go even as he tries to settle me down on the sleeping bags.
Still holding me, he directs Austin to unzip the bags and flip them open, so he
can lay me down inside and stretch out with me. His brother slides in behind me
and pulls the downy cover back over us, shielding up from the breeze.

I shiver between Shane
and Austin, not from the chill of the wind, but from the exhaustion of suddenly
having everything I was sure I couldn’t—Shane, my Shane,
and
Austin. My childhood loves.
My bad boys.
To belong to them now, after everything…
To know they
will drive me to this kind of release night after night, demanding everything
of me… My mind, my heart, soul and body…

A realization stills my
trembling, and I melt against them. I’ve already given them that. They have me,
all of me. And I have them.

I drift off to sleep
with Austin nuzzling and kissing the back of my neck and with Shane’s deep
voice whispering to me.

“I promise, you’ll
never be without me again, Trina. I couldn’t stand to lose you now. Neither of
us could. You saved us.”

THE
END

AN
EXCERPT FROM ERIKA MASTEN’S

TAKEN:
DOMINATED #1

Ian is so fast, so precise and practiced, that I’m not sure how he
does it. One moment, I’m staring into his eyes. Then I’m twisted around on my
stomach, bent forward over the arm of the couch with his hand on my back
holding me down. I gasp as I feel him pull the hem of my dress up to my waist.
He leans over me, controlling me now with his hand at the nape of my neck, and
pulls my black silk panties aside. I can feel his stiff dick, pressing through
his expensive suit pants, against my ass. A moan bursts out of me without
warning as he sinks two long fingers into my pussy.

Ian’s hot breath warms my neck and my ear. “Are you this wet from
thinking about him overpowering you, using you?”

“Ian, let me explain—”

“Valerie, be quiet and listen to me. If I ask you a question, you
will answer it with a yes or a no. If I tell you to say something, you will say
it. If I tell you to do something, you will do it. If you refuse at any time, I
will turn around and walk out that door.”

The
implication—that he will walk out
and not
come back
—makes my chest ache.
The tone he is using makes
my pussy ache.

“Do you understand?” he asks.

“Y-yes,” I choke out.

“Very good,” Ian says and
rewards me with a deeper thrust of his probing fingers. I whimper and can’t
help pushing back against his hand. “
Shh
,” he
whispers soothingly against my hair and nuzzles my ear.

My reaction to Ian is unlike
anything I’ve experienced before. The stern edge to his voice makes my stomach
tight, makes me anxious, desperate to please him. Then his tone softens with
praise, and I melt. His touch, as he holds me still by the back of my neck, is
firm and assured, but not rough. Usually, nothing short of being called a cheap
cunt and getting ass-fucked without lubricant makes me this aroused. Already I
can feel the wetness from my pussy slicking my shaved mound and my thighs. I
bite my lip at the thought of how wet Ian’s hand must be as he fingers me.