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James' hands left the tight blue jeans-covered cleft of Jenny's ass and went around to unbutton and unzip her pants. I remember watching the dark blue fabric, almost black in the very low lighting, slip down from her broad, feminine hips, revealing her tanned skin. I moved my hands up from her pussy to those bare hips; laid my palms on them gently and caressed: up under her shirt to her slender and toned sides, ribs, small of her back, and finally back down for one hand to slip down the front of her black panties while the other stayed firmly against her sexy, curved-up sacrum. James took her pants down to her ankles in one quick movement and waited while she stepped obediently out of them. Her bush was so soft and thick. I said,

"My hands are washed and nails are short. Stand and thrust your pussy into my hand, Jenny."

She moaned low and short, pushed the soft and her wet into my palm, and at the same time, pushed past my hand at her throat, which in my turn-on I'd left relaxed, to press her lips to mine, and open her little mouth in a kiss mixed with "I need this!" and "Thank you, for the very best hands a woman could ask for."

James had stood up and pulled out the thin elastic band of her underwear, at her backside, and had the water-base lubed side of his hand stroking the full length of the cleft of her strong round ass. All the way in to touch and slip and slide against her rosebud in the middle of all the thick wet lube, warming quickly with her body heat. My hand was between her lips and against Jenny's hard clitoris. Such a big clit she has. It pushed against my hand while I and James stroked. I took my hand up a little higher from her the small of her back. Then felt James' other hand snake up under her shirt and go to one of her full breasts. My dick was full too, at 110%. Brought my hand back around to her other breast. Jenny leaned back against James: her asscleft and vulva, the entrances to two of her most favorite sex organs, blissed out from slippery-hot, simultaneous stroking AND both her breasts ever so slowly squeezed and held, and made lust to. It was the first time of the evening her commanding voice changed into sweet, letting it all go feminine. Jenny's breathing through her little nose came and went in the form of a tiny, slow pant.

Before long, her hips had begun their unconscious sex-bob, a little thrust toward my cock and along my soaked hand, then back toward James' crotch and over his hand too. I caught myself wondering what that must be like for her. Boobs, ass, vulva, and lips all taking soak-a-girl pleasure from two lovers at the same time: the touch of two different hands on each breast. the little mindfuck that must be. Different energy and subtlety even though James and I were doing identical stimulation which we'd worked out beforehand. Kissing me to concentrate on how the kiss felt, but not to connect her attention all on me. The experience demanded her attention and that was okay. One doesn't always have to have connection to a partner. Full focus on the pleasure the partner(s) is granting is another different and just as valid sexform.

I released the kiss so I could watch her. Her eyes opened and pretty face looked at me with a thankful to be willingly-helpless-in-the-hands-of-good-men expression. Then closed her big hazel gold eyes and put one hand on each of our arms to connect to the both of us. Then the hot talk went back and forth. First James, then me, then back again. Words to the effect of:

"We have to get your cunt and ass warm and ready for cock, baby."

"I don't know about you, James, but I can smell her wet pussy scent coming up from her underwear."

"No, but I smell that sexy ass smell; that from a fucking hot woman is better than fresh-baked bread."

"A woman that needs time to relax, open, and get wet for two big cocks."

"Damn right, Eric."

"One big cock even bigger than the other. Here to open cunt good and proper."

"First the big one, then the bigger one."

<Jenny moaned softly>

"And you know we can't keep our fingers off hard wet clit."

<With that, my fingertips found and soft-tickled her bulging clitoris.>

"Yeah, we love the feel of a hard clit as much as you love hard dicks."

"Do you know what that means for your body, Jenny?"

"Tell us, baby."

<All our beautiful sex object could do was moan some more and thrust a little faster>

"Poor girl's swept off her feet. Take out that big dick of yours James. Slide it along her ass crack and she'll fully understand what's in store for her."

<My fingers moved in bigger faster circles. Jenny's hands now at my shoulders and back against James while he bent his knees, then stood straight, bent low, then straight again, gliding his 9 inches through her asscleft, pushed between her cheeks, but without letting the cockhead touch.>

"OOOHHH MY GODDD!" <Jenny's light tone mixed with her deep-belly tone>

"Are you frightened of that size, Jenny or are you dying to take it all in? Make your body swallow it to the hilt?"

"BOTH!!"She groaned. "Fuck... fuck me, Eric. Rub my clit and fuck my pussy. Make me come... come in me... <gasp> Then fuck me James..."

"More ORDERS from you!" James exclaimed.  I laughed a confident and amused laugh.

"You'll have it all, Jenny." I said. "Filled full of male that gives a very big damn about your orgasms."

I looked at James and gave him the sign. We sat her up straight, he pushed her against me, I wound arms around her, pivoted and flung her to the bed behind us, both of us stripped while she watched, went to her, ordered her to take my cock in one hand and James' in the other, we grabbed condoms and told her to roll them down over both of us.

I said, "Prepare these cocks for your body. Then, take off your wet panties and show us your incredible tits, lover."

-Fin

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