Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 4)
maddeningly. As Jed’s fingers closed on her breast and he began to knead it with his whole hand, and Peter’s tongue snaked into her mouth, she moaned and her thighs fell wide apart. Immediately, Peter’s long fingers slid inside her, two, or maybe three, filling her. She was so turned on that it was almost painful, and her pussy muscles clenched around them. Peter moved off her mouth and kissed his way down to her left breast. As he took her swollen nipple into his mouth, Jed fastened his mouth onto her right nipple. Isabel’s mind exploded. Having two men pleasuring her like this was her ultimate fantasy, but she had never expected it to come true. She reached out with both hands for their bodies, finding two muscular chests, and two sets of rock-hard abs, beneath silky-soft skin.
    Peter’s mouth left her nipple and traced a path lower and lower. Keeping his fingers inside her, not moving, just there, filling her up deliciously, he flicked his tongue over her clit. Her hips bucked and she moaned. Jed’s head lifted up and something like disappointment flickered in his eyes.
    “Come here,” she whispered. He frowned, uncomprehending. “Move right up here.” At last he understood. He shifted up the bed, moving his pelvis so his manhood was within her reach. She stretched out her hand and touched the tip, and he shuddered. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down the shaft, light, teasing strokes. “Closer,” she said, indicating what she wanted him to do. He shifted again, and, by stretching her head a little, he was within reach. Her tongue darted out and licked the tip of his cock.
    He let out a groan. Isabel tangled her free hand in Peter’s hair, keeping him right where he was on her clit, and opened her mouth, encouraging Jed to slide himself between her lips. He was hesitant at first, and she had to reposition her upper body slightly to give her better access. She kept giving him tiny licks and, gradually, more of him slipped in. It was an incredible sensation. She hadn’t yet taken him in her mouth and it felt so hot and exciting to be doing it while someone else was there. The combination of having Jed in her mouth and Peter’s expert tongue on her clit was driving her crazy, and her body was making little jerks all over. After a hard buck of her hips, Peter lifted his head and made a noise that sounded a lot like a snarl. His hands grasped her thighs painfully, spreading them wider than before, and he raised his body up and thrust himself inside her, all the way to the hilt. If Jed hadn’t been filling her mouth, she would have let out a scream. She had almost forgotten how Peter felt inside her. He kept his hands on her thighs, holding them up against her chest, and he started fucking her hard. His cock went deep inside her, sliding on her wetness, stretching her wide open, with a delicious friction. Her head was turned to the side, so she couldn’t see him clearly, just that he was sitting up, the muscles in his pecs and forearms flexed, and his eyes burning yellow. Jed had been holding back, but he suddenly began to move, thrusting himself in and out of her mouth. It was too much. These two men fucking her at the same time, their hungry cocks penetrating her, thrusting in and out of her. She exploded, in the most intense orgasm she’d had in her entire life. It burned all over her skin and rippled through her body with powerful aftershocks.
    Both men withdrew from her and she lay, staring at the ceiling, her vision blurred, and her mind completely empty. Her eyes fell closed, and slowly their hands began to caress her again, stroking her breasts, her belly and her sensitive thighs. She kept her eyes closed for as long as she could, surrendering herself to the sensation of four hands pleasuring her at the same time, teasing her nipples erect, gently spreading her thighs. When she opened her eyes again, both men were staring down at her, with desire, but also tenderness. They were both harder than

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