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Watching him eat her pussy, Delsin
was hard pressed not to unsheathe his cock and pleasure himself.

Within minutes, she cried out and
gushed into his mouth.

Renas licked her juices with a greedy
delight before rising.

Delsin’s nostrils flared and he
inhaled slowly, savoring the delicious aroma her pussy emitted when she was
aroused.

Renas quickly disrobed and stood
before her with his shaft protruding in front of his body.

Parmia licked her lips and reached
out a hand to stroke his huge phallus.

Renas groaned and swept her up into
his arms. “Join us when you’re ready,” he said to Delsin before stalking inside
with her cradled in his arms.

Within moments, Delsin heard them
both groan with pleasure. Tilting his head, he could make out the distinct
sound of Renas’cock sliding into her body.

As he sat listening to them mate with
no traces of jealousy, he embraced the peaceful acceptance that only came with
coming home after a long absence. Home. He was home and in the company of the
clansmen who had joyfully welcomed his return.

It was good to be home, he thought as
he rose. Quickly undressing, he walked into the house and into the bedroom he’d
shared with Parmia for the last four weeks.

Renas and Parmia lay on their sides.
Renas’ big dick was sliding in and out of her ass—leaving her pussy free.
Perfect. Smiling, Delsin stalked across the room and joined them on the bed.

When Parmia opened her eyes and
smiled at him, he positioned his cock at her flooded entrance and shot his hips
forward.

“Oh, yes, my love. Yes. Join us and
make this perfect,” she moaned, slipping her arms around him and offering him
her lips.

Burying his cock deep in her pussy,
he surrendered himself to the love and affection of the only woman in the world
worth having. The woman who would soon give him and his best friend the
greatest gift any woman could give a man—a child he could love and adore almost
as much as he did its mother.

To show the depth of his affection
and devotion, he shot his knot into her pussy.

Feeling it force its way into her, he
struggled to hold off his climax. Pussy this delicious should be savored for as
long as possible before being filled with seed.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Knot me, Del,” she
whimpered with pleasure, digging her nails in his ass.

With their genitals locked together
by his swollen knot, he could feel Renas’s huge phallus fucking her ass with a
delight and pleasure he suspected might mean his lovely courtesan had managed
to enchant them both into falling in love with her.

After all the grief she’d endured in
her young life, he decided she was entitled to have both their devotion and
affection. In fact, the idea intrigued him. He looked forward to an exciting
life with her with Renas making an infrequent third. Once she gave them both a
son, their lives would be prefect. But how could it be otherwise now that he
was finally home and in love with a woman who valued him as much as he valued
her?

Marilyn Lee

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Secondhand Lover

I never intended to
fall for Mila. I objected to everything about her. It’s true that her beautiful
face and lithe, shapely body left very little to be desired, but the mere fact
that she’d left a perfectly good job as a computer technician on the West Coast
and come out East all on Jason’s word, told me she was irresponsible.

Of course, that’s
probably what attracted her to Jason, Mr. Irresponsibility himself. Or maybe I
should say one of the things. Jason and I are identical twins. But for as long
as I can remember, the looks we share have always seemed more attractive on him
than on me. At least, all the girls we knew seemed to think so. All through
high school, Jason went out with the prettiest girls while I stayed home and
studied.

I used to assure myself
that I didn’t mind being referred to as “the smart one” while Jason was called
“the gorgeous one.” But of course, I did mind. And I couldn’t quite understand
the different way females perceived us. I mean we looked exactly alike.
Sometimes Mom would even get us mixed up. So why wasn’t I as gorgeous as he was
in addition to being more intelligent than he’d ever be?

But I’m straying from
the subject, which is Mila. Or, more exactly, my falling so unexpectedly and so
hard for her. By the time she arrived in Philly, I owned a growing computer
repair and maintenance company in Center City and was doing well. Each year I
made more money. Once I became comfortable with my success, I’d bought a big
Victorian house near the city limits, which I hoped to one-day share with that
special woman and a kid or two.

I had very little
contact with Jason. He and I hadn’t been close since he’d won my first girl
away from me when we were 13. He’d repeated that offense many times over the
ensuing years. I began to get used to having him waltzing in and out of my
life, after stealing the affection of my woman of the moment. Most of the women
he took hadn’t meant much to me. I finally reached a point where I considered
any woman who could be lured away from me to him as not worth having.

Sharon had been the
exception. The moment I looked into her warm, dark gaze, I felt an instant
connection with her. Our first date had been so magical I’d practically felt as
if I’d been gliding on air when she lifted her face for my kiss at the end of
the night. That kiss and gone on and on until we were both so aroused we ended
up making love.

The next morning, when
I rolled over and found her smiling at me from the other side of her bed, I
felt as if I were on top of the world. We made love again before I left. On the
way home, I tried to tell myself I was going too fast but I knew even then that
she was the woman for me. 

Sharon and I liked the
same things. We shared similar life goals and both wanted to settle down with a
few kids. And it goes without saying that we were good together in bed. Despite
all my attempts to control my feelings for her, three months after we’d started
an exclusive dating relationship, I bought an engagement ring.

I held it for two
weeks, intending to propose during a long weekend we planned to spend in the
Pocono Mountains skiing. Three days before we were due to leave, Jason waltzed
back into town and turned my world upside down.

The moment I
reluctantly introduced the two of them, I knew I was in trouble. Jason immediately
set out to charm her. And watching the way her eyes never left his face, it was
clear what was happening. In the past, once I saw the writing on the wall, I
usually bowed out gracefully. But my feelings for Sharon ran so deeply, I did
something I hadn’t done with any of the other women he’d taken: I fought for
her. I gave it my best effort, but she called off our skiing trip. For two or
three weeks, Sharon and I saw each other erratically.

I knew she was seeing
Jason at the same time. I tried not to mind, but it hurt like hell. Finally,
she arrived at my apartment one night and told me it was over. After she left,
I looked out the window and saw her getting into Jason’s car.

Jason taking Sharon
was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back and led to our
estrangement. He hadn’t really wanted her. He’d only taken her because he
could. Once she’d fallen as hard for him as I’d fallen for her, he left town,
leaving her behind. She’d come crying to me begging me to tell her where he was
so she could follow him.

I told her. She
followed and he blew her off. She returned to Philly with a broken heart. She
hinted we give our relationship another try, but there was no way in hell I was
going to trust my heart to her again.

Five years after
losing Sharon to Jason, I was still nursing my wounded heart and unable to
forgive him. I was fed up with his selfish, me-first attitude. I wanted him out
of my life for good. He’d never shown me any real consideration and I finally
decided it was time I returned the favor.

Since Jason was a
freelance photojournalist who traveled constantly, we rarely saw each other
during those years. Not that either one of us would have chosen to spend more
time together even if we could. Jason and I had absolutely nothing in common
except our physical appearance. About the only time we saw each other was on
Mom’s birthday.

After Mom’s death, I
felt as if the last tie that bound me to Jason had been severed. Although I
continued to accept his infrequent but annoying phone calls and occasionally
“lent” him money for various emergencies, I made it clear I didn’t want him in
my life and had no desire to be in his. 

I know that sounds
harsh, but how many times was I supposed to allow him to trample on my
emotions? The fact that we were identical twins made his behavior all the more
unacceptable. I was sick of him acting as if the world revolved around him and
that I existed just for his personal pleasure.

So imagine my surprise
when I arrived at work early one Friday morning in late April to find Mila
Jensen waiting outside my office.

I’d been out late the
night before entertaining John Thomas, a prospective new client who’d refused
to talk business until after dinner and several drinks. I’d never been much of
a drinker (having seen how too much of it had ruined our father’s life), so I’d
awakened that morning with a roaring headache and the knowledge that I still
wasn’t assured of getting the account.

When the elevator
opened on my floor, I immediately saw a pretty woman dressed in jeans and a
loose sweater, sitting on one of many suitcases blocking the door to my office.
She had long, dark hair and dark brown eyes. Her luscious skin was the color of
rich, dark chocolate. Her lips looked full and kissable.

I had to resist the
urge to moisten my lips as I looked at her mouth and imagined tasting her lips.
The word sexy flashed into my mind. In high school, one of my best friends had
only dated black girls. When I asked him why, he’d grinned and told me he loved
women with dark skin. When I asked why, he’d replied: the blacker the berry,
the sweeter the juice. Whoever had first applied that truism to the fairer sex,
must have had this stunning woman in mind.

Dismissing the rampant
lust I felt, I stepped off the elevator. Who was she? Why was she blocking the
entrance to my office and getting me hot and bothered the first thing in the
morning? And did she date white men?

Before I could speak,
she gazed up, smiled, bounded to her feet, and rushed across the corridor
toward me.

She was tall with lush
curves in all the right places and large breasts my hands ached to hold and
caress.

“Jason!”

Damn. I should have
known she was too good to be true. I stopped and shook my head. “I’m not—”

“Jason!” She whispered
in a soft, sexy voice, pressing her body against mine.

Oh, hell, the touch of
her body against mine set me on fire. I struggled to control myself. “I’m not—”

“No talking.” Smiling
up at me, she linked her arms around my neck and pressed the softest, sweetest,
fullest lips I’ve ever felt or tasted against mine. 

I knew she thought I
was Jason, so I shouldn’t have respond, but I don’t know any man worth the name
who would have been capable of resisting the allure of having a sexy woman
eagerly pressing heated kisses against his mouth.

It had been longer
than I cared to admit since I’d had sex and I was horny as hell. Not only did I
not pull away, but feeling her breasts pressed against my chest, I slid my
hands down her back to cup her big, round rear in my palms, pushed my tongue
into her mouth, and devoured her lips.

She trembled in my
arms in response.

I responded by
tightening my hands on her ass and kissing her until she couldn’t help but
realize how aroused I was. I was seconds away from rubbing my groin against
hers in a manner that would make my desire for her all too clear.

Once I got her
sufficiently aroused, I’d invite her into my office for a quickie.

She must have realized
my intentions because she suddenly stiffened and pushed against my shoulders.

Oh, hell.
Don’t say
no, baby.

She tore her mouth
from mine.

Feeling as if I were
about to explode with desire, I reluctantly allowed her to pull away from me.

She took several deep
breaths.

We stared at each
other in silence for several moments. I don’t know what she was thinking or
feeling, but I wanted to reach out, snatch her back into my arms, and ravish
her repeatedly.

Almost as if she’d
read the desire in my gaze, she sucked in a sharp breath.

I waited—hoping she’d
rush back into my arms.

“Why weren’t you at
the airport to meet me?” she demanded in a voice husky with passion.

I raked a hand through
my hair. “I wasn’t there because I’m not—”

“Lucky for you I still
had that sheet of paper with your brother’s work address on it or I’d still be
sitting at the airport waiting in vain for you to show up!”