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cock, doing some squeezing of her own, and smiled when Kip lost control and spilled his cum all over her hand.
    “Hey, you were supposed to wait for me, man.” Tony pushed Kip over onto his back and looked at them both. “Well, since you went ahead without me, I’d better clean up the mess.”
    He took Kip’s cock deep in his mouth and licked it like it was a candy cane while Kip played with Tony’s balls and slid his hand up and down his penis in rhythm with Tony’s sucking.
    Marcie couldn’t tear her eyes away from the two men. She loved watching them; watching the play of their muscles as they moved, the sweat dripping from their skin as they fucked. She touched her pussy, damp and still aching, and thrust her fingers deep, fondling her nub that begged for attention.
    She whimpered, her cries drawing Kip’s attention and he turned his head, his eyes hot, watching her as she writhed with self-induced pleasure.
    “Lover, we’re forgetting our slave. Don’t you think she deserves a reward for her dance?”
    Tony turned his face, Kip’s prick still between his lips.
    He lifted his mouth and attempted to speak.
    “Not yet. I’m not there yet.”
    His words held little meaning for her. She was wrapped in a hazy world of sensation that focused on only one thing—how close she was to fulfillment. Her fingers moved faster until the ache was gone and she lay limp upon the bed.
    Tony collapsed on top of Kip.
    He rolled off, panting, trying to catch his breath.
    “I’m sorry, Marcie. That was selfish of me. Let me make it up to you.”
    Marcie smiled. “You bet your fine ass you will. Starting now.”
    She couldn’t remember how many different ways they’d screwed that night, only that, when it was all over, when they lay once more together on top of the rumpled sheets, the smell and taste and feel of sex filling the room, they’d told her it was their last time together.
    She couldn’t believe it at first, but finally, she did.
    She squirmed now, wishing she could relieve the ache between her thighs, but that would take both Frank and Dave. She almost laughed out loud.
    When they’d pulled up at the house, she had actually been excited.
    “Shari, you’ve heard me talk about my roommate, Frank. Marcie, don’t let his quietness fool you—just give him a chance. Frank’s a realtor, so I asked him to look at the cabin. I’m thinking about putting it on the market as a rental.” Dave smiled. “I’m glad you’ll be there to keep him company, Marcie.”
    Shari had pulled her aside then and whispered urgently in her ear. “He’s available. I didn’t want to tell you ’cause I knew you’d be pissed, but after all, you have to get out if you want to get any.” She grinned. “Come on. He’s almost as good-looking as Dave. It’s just for the weekend. You can’t back out on me now.”
    Well, he was good-looking.
    “Seems we’re riding in the back together.” He offered his hand and then drew her into his arms for a quick hug. “Glad to have you aboard.”
    And she was charmed and hopeful. Then she grimaced. There was Frank’s reflection in the window. He gazed at Dave with a longing he barely concealed.
    Could no one else see it?
    Well, no way would she spill the beans. If Frank hadn’t come out yet, she wouldn't be the one who outed him.
    She was just glad she’d packed her vibrator.
    * * * *
    “Hurry up, guys! The snow is really coming down!”
    Dave flicked on one of the old-fashioned table lamps, and a soft glow illuminated the square room, revealing his companions’ snow-covered forms.
    “Thank God the electricity is still working.” Shari shook the snowflakes from her hair and blew on her reddened fingers. “We’ll get some coffee on while you boys get the bags.”
    Dave nodded.
    “Good idea. The kitchen’s on the right, behind the door. I’m sure you can find everything. The caretaker keeps the pantry full, Gran said. We’ll be back in a minute.”
    Marcie and Shari tossed their