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Corey… What the hell am I even thinking? It is dawning on me belatedly that two heterosexual males should probably not be naked in the same room when sex is involved. Some wires are bound to get crossed somewhere, no pun intended.
    Just as I’m considering the possibility of backing out, Christina shows up with a tray of iced tea, and I’ve never been more pleased to see her. With her pale skin and white blond hair that curls around her shoulders, she is the picture of feminine glamour. I need to get my dick buried deep inside her. Right now.
    “Forget the tea, Chris.” I slide my boxer briefs off and sit down on the sofa. “Get on your knees.”
    I grasp my cock in one hand and pat my inner thigh with the other. She and Corey both look shocked as hell at the sudden change in my demeanor, but she drops in front of me, no questions asked. She runs her red painted nails up and down my thighs, eying my growing erection, and licks her lips unconsciously.
    When she bends to take my cock into her mouth, her hair tickles the tops of my thighs. I grunt in response and raise up slightly to push deeper into her warm mouth. She wraps her fingers low on the shaft and moves them gently up and down along with her lips. Corey makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, and when I look over at him, he catches my eye. He smiles wickedly and reaches down to palm his own erection through the fabric of his boxers.
    “Our guest is feeling a bit left out, honey,” I tell Christina. “Reach a hand over there and make him feel welcome.”
    Before her hand can even make it to him, he’s shucked his shorts and leaned back into a reclined position. His long, thick cock springs straight up and comes to rest against his belly. Enormous and ever so slightly curved, it lies in wait, putting me in mind of an anaconda. At the sight of it, my dick jumps so hard in Christina’s hand that she takes her mouth off of it and stares up at me with a look of naked horror. I just pray Corey didn’t notice.
    “Keep going,” I tell her, and I have to clear my throat to get the squeak out of it.
    I groan when she wraps her lips back around my cock and sucks, and she tentatively reaches over and takes Corey’s monster dick in her hand and starts to move it up and down the shaft. After a moment he covers her hand with his own, brazenly guiding her movements as he watches what she’s doing to me, and he might as well be pleasuring himself for all the control she has.
    He knows what the beast likes.
    I have to contain the sudden urge to laugh hysterically at my increasingly inappropriate thoughts. This was not a good idea . I’ve stepped right off into something I am not equipped to handle. Damn you, Christina. But I can’t blame her. I agreed to this insane shit, and here we are. End of story. Might as well make the best of it.
    That’s when it occurs to me that I’m watching what she doing to him, and he’s watching what she’s doing to me, and I don’t know if that’s normal. Are we supposed to be looking at the other guy’s junk, or our own, or does it even matter?
    Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Think, Ben. What did they do on the movie?
    I can’t remember the movie. All I know is what’s going on here.
    “That’s enough,” I tell Christina. “Stand up and take your clothes off.”
    She does, pulling the negligee slowly down her shoulders, letting it puddle onto the floor along with her panties. She kicks them away and bends to remove her shoes.
    “Leave the shoes on, and sit on the couch between us.”
    She sinks into the leather seat, and we descend on her as one. I attack her mouth with mine, squeezing her breast mercilessly until she cries out. Corey follows my lead, slipping a hand between her legs and rubbing gently, making her squirm. We don’t even give her time to breathe. If she wants to be taken by two men, she’s about to get her money’s worth.
    “She’s wet as hell,” Corey announces, palming her clit. I watch him push