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   ―Imagine it's true. Imagine what it means for a woman to take sustenance from a man's lips.‖

   ―Kiss us,‖ they said, each popping banana into his mouth, a small bite poking out.

   Liking this game, she kissed Kaliq first. Only enough to take the morsel protruding between his lips.

   ―Spoil sport,‖ Kaliq teased.

   Eden looked at Kamal. Seeing an innocent look in his eyes, she expected some tomfoolery, but was unprepared when the banana disappeared into his mouth and her lips met his fully. Before she could pull away, his hand cupped her head and he shifted her to lie the length of his powerful body. His rough tongue eased creamy banana into

her mouth.

―Wish I'd thought of that,‖ Kaliq muttered.

   ―But you didn't. Come, before we all turn into prunes.‖

   They dried each other, discovering the soft toweling aroused them as they stroked each other's nipples, the slick folds of Eden's cunt, their balls and shafts.

   
Which
of
us
will
take
her
maidenhead?
Kaliq thought-linked to his brother.

   Shrugging, Kamal linked back,
Does it matter?
Either of us is going to hurt her.

   
You're not playing the elder card?

   
A
minute's
difference
in
our
ages
seems
unimportant now.

   
Should we ask her?

   
Unfair to her as well as ourselves.

   ―Is something wrong?‖ Eden asked, looking from one to the other.

   ―Only that we must decide who…‖

   ―Oh! I hadn't thought about that. Firsts and seconds and all that nonsense.‖

   Leading her back to the divan, they held her between them, filling between two slices of hard, warm bread.

   ―We have heard that women form an attachment to the man who…‖

   ―Deflowers them.‖

   ―Courtesans cannot afford such sentimentality. We know we will have other lovers. We can but hope our first will be gentle, allowing us to

Looking disappointed, her men eased away. She felt oddly cold and abandoned. ―I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.‖

   ―What about your feelings, Eden? Do you dislike us?‖

   ―Or care for us more than somewhat?‖

   ―I… The latter. You have treated me like a friend. Like more than just a vessel for your lust. As if I am more than someone you'll forget when you go home. I…I wish it were possible for both of you to be my first.‖

   Again she sensed some silent communication between them. She wanted to know what they were thinking, but her training forbade her asking.

   Kaliq retrieved the wide sash her droid had left over the back of a nearby chair. ―If it truly doesn't matter…‖

   ―If you truly like us equally…‖

   ―Blindfold me. That's the perfect solution. If
you
don't mind that I won't know.‖

   ―We don't,‖ they said together.

   She closed her eyes. One of them lifted her hair. The other fastened the sash over her eyes.

   ―Is it too tight?‖

   ―Too loose?‖

   ―Perfect. Moreover, my other senses seem keener. Your voices sound deeper. Your scent seems more pronounced. Your flesh feels firmer yet somehow smoother. I wonder how you will taste.‖

   ―Later.‖

   ―For now we shall taste you.‖

   Lifting her, they placed her on the divan. The velvet felt cool and smooth. She felt them arrange her hair and wondered how she looked to them. Soft groans suggested they found the sight of her pleasing. The scent of vanilla and chocolate wafted in the air. So, they intended to use the gelato she'd prepared just for them and make her their dessert. Her body heat began to melt the semi-frozen confection as they spread it over her breasts, along her thighs, in her bellybutton. Their tongues followed, lapping. As it melted she quivered, wondering where they would begin to truly feast on her. With her aching nipples perhaps? But no. They had yet to finish adorning her body. She could smell cherries even before they garnished her nipples, her belly, her—S
weet Goddess—
her pussy.

   Unable to halt the words, she said through a chuckle, ―Eat me.‖

   They fell upon her like starving men would assault a feast. One devoured her breasts, the other licked her thighs, her clit
,
then drove his tongue into her pussy. Now she could smell the pinch of hazelnut she'd used to spice the
ciccolato
crema
gelato. Could hear them smack their lips. Could taste the chocolate when one of them shoved his tongue into her mouth. His thrusts matched his brother's plunges into her pussy. Her creamy, pulsing pussy.

   Someone shoved his gelato-covered, cold finger into her tight little ring. The other, lapping her clit, slid his icy fingers into her pussy. They hurt. Trying to free herself, she bucked and discovered she felt only pleasure. Only exquisite, pounding ecstasy.

   ―Goddess. God-dess. God-desss!‖ she cried, clawing at empty air as they shifted her. Making her a sandwich once more. Plunging their cocks into her pussy and ass as her body shattered and she screamed their names. Her cries sounded like curses. Her body, every muscle spasming, felt blessed.

   ―Sorry,‖ they whispered in her ear.

   ―We know—‖

   ―We hurt you.‖

   ―Good,‖ she mumbled. ―Hurt sooo good.‖

   And it did. They did. She flexed her hips, savored their fullness inside her body, the slight sting she felt in her pussy when their cocks twitched. They began to move. As one cock slid out, the other slid deeper, filling her, emptying her, filling her again. They tongued her ears, matching the glide of their cocks—their glorious cocks. They kissed her lips
,
then filled her mouth with their tongues. She could taste her juices on one's lips and tongue. They lapped, licked, sucked and nipped her nipples. As one they moved faster, plunging harder, deeper. Their grunts and groans echoed her own as she cried out, ―Fuck me. Yes. Yesss. Yessss!‖

   Their cocks erupted. Her pussy pulsed and pulsed, her climax seeming to go on forever.

   At last one of them said, ―I think you've milked us dry.‖

   ―Or drown us in your juices and our own.‖

   Laughing, she relaxed completely. When they moved her sometime later, she awakened briefly. Long enough to realize they'd put her on her back, their hot, powerful bodies snuggling along her sides. They had also removed her blindfold. Long enough for her to see that their cocks, while somewhat smaller, had yet to shrink completely.

   ―Not so very dry,‖ she said, licking her lips and noting their eyes fastened on them.

   ―You must be sore,‖ Kaliq said, gently pinching her nipples.

   ―Tender,‖ Kamal smoothed his hand down her torso to her mons
, t
hen stroked her clit. When she gasped, he repeated, ―Tender.‖

   ―A little. Not enough to…ummm…deny us the pleasure of doing it all again.‖

   ―Tender enough for us to bathe again and then rest awhile.‖ Kamal kissed her cheek.

   Kaliq swept one hand to his shriveling cock. ―Despite earlier appearances to the contrary, we need to recover as well.‖

   With a teasing smile, she stood between them on the divan. ―Then let us bathe and sleep awhile.

   
Aye. Otherwise she may suspect which of us speared
her first.

   
Would you mind her knowing?

   
Would you?

   
Then we must—

   
Blindfold her again, aye.

   Grimacing, they followed Eden to her bath.

When Eden awakened, she found herself in her bed, her men curled around her like kittens surrounding a mama cat. She briefly wondered if she should feel insulted—that they'd had their fill of her and, sated, needed only her body's warmth.

   Uncharitable, she decided.
And untrue.
She'd taken pleasure from them. Felt safe, even cherished in their arms. Fearing she might wake them but unable to resist touching them, she eased her fingers into their hair. The locks felt cool, like waterfalls of midnight satin flowing over and through her fingers. An incongruous scent of dessert herbs combined with male musk drifted to her nostrils when she again riffled their hair. She wanted to sniff every inch of their muscular flesh, discover for herself if their necks and chests smelled different than their hairy thighs or the curls surrounding their cocks.

   Smothering a sigh of frustration, she eased from under their sleep-heavy arms. When her breasts were level with their knees they grabbed her arms
,
then slid her back.

   ―Hello,‖ Kaliq greeted, blinking sleepily.

   ―Did you rest well?‖ Kamal kissed her, using his tongue and fingertips to part her lips for his gentle invasion.

   ―Stop it,‖ she tried to say. The words sounded more like purrs and need flashed through her body. ―Goddess, you make me hot.‖

   Laughing, guiding her hands to their swollen cocks, they said, ―Likewise.‖ As she stroked them, delighting in the contrast of her pale fingers around their iron velvet shafts, they tied the blindfold over her eyes.

   ―Not again,‖ she complained. ―I want—‖

   ―It's the last time.‖ His voice sounded like Kamal's.

   ―We promise.‖

   ―I see no need—‖ she protested.

―You needn't—‖

―See at all.‖

   ―Why does my seeing you—or not—matter?‖ She was uncertain why she kept fighting them when she was already blindfolded.

   ―It matters to us.‖

   ―Next time we'll let you see us.‖ That sounded

like Kaliq.

―Look at us as much as you like.‖

   ―N-next time?‖ Anticipating pleasure beyond her most erotic dreams, her body went limp.

   ―Did you think we'd stop at twice?‖

   ―That we would want to feel your sweet ring and juicy cunt sheathe us only once?‖

   The questions flew at her like a barrage of bullets. All the while their hands and fingers, their lips, tongue and teeth slowly explored her every crevice, every slit.

   ―I'm melting.‖ Even her voice sounded wobbly.

   ―Good.‖

   ―Sometimes the second time hurts almost as much as the first.‖

   ―We don't want to hurt you, Eden.‖

   ―Only bring you ecstasy.‖

   ―Transport you to rapture.‖

   Pleasurable pulses already spasmed in her pussy. Her breasts ached, yearned so for her men's callused fingers, their hot mouths.

   ―P-please,‖ she begged, blindly searching for their cocks. Hoping she could force them into her. Feeling them shift away, she moaned.

   ―Touch yourself, Eden.‖

   ―Slide your fingers in and out of your tight…hot…juicy cunt.‖

   ―Pinch your pointy nipples until the pain makes you scream with pleasure. Until you neither know nor care that we watch you.‖

   Embarrassed, she wanted to stop. Craving release, she obeyed them. At last all she could feel was her blood pounding through her veins, coalescing in her pussy. Her heartbeat, fast and irregular, drowned out all other sounds. Two drops of dew fell along the seam of her lips. Licking, she tasted salty pre-cum and inhaled the musky odor of aroused male. Pumping her hips, stoking her clit, pinching her nipples, she drove her fingers into her dripping pussy. A scream of release ripped up her throat.

   ―Now!‖ the men shouted and pierced her front and back.

   ―Goddess, she's tight!‖

   ―And so hot she's likely to burn my spear.‖

   ―Come on, Eden.‖

   ―Come for us.‖

   They moved inside her. She felt like she might split in half as they took her higher and higher. She couldn't breathe and yet her nostrils filled with their scent. She couldn't hear anything but their moans and her own panting. She couldn't taste anything beyond their mingled sweat dripping into her open mouth. All she could feel was their cocks driving into her as her pussy and ring—greedy, hot and slick—pulsed around them.

   ―Goddess…I'm com—‖

   ―So are we!‖

   Hot juices filled her pussy and seeped from her ring, drenching her thighs and theirs. As if death had struck them all at the same minute, they lay completely still. Every muscle slackened.