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Whatever she was thinking a few moments ago during her spanking dissipates. She starts moaning and writhing, trying to rub her pussy on the couch arm.

I look back at Smith. He’s breathing hard as he jerks off, his eyelids half closed, the longing in his expression enough to urge me forward.

I pull her up by her hair and throw her down on the ground. “Kneel,” I say as I unbutton my pants and pull out my cock. I crook a finger at Quin, telling him to stand.

He knows what comes next, so he does as I ask. Chella is on the floor between us, but I yank on her hair again and spin her around so she’s facing Smith.

I crouch down and take Chella’s face in both my hands, kissing her hard and rough. She is gasping for air. Panting into my mouth. I take her hand and place it on Quin’s cock as I ease back. I want to see the look on her face.

She asked me about this last week. Do I touch them?

“Yes, Marcella,” I say softly. “I touch them.” I help her jerk Quin off. He’s got his eyes closed. Total ecstasy.

I look at Smith but he’s already walking over to us, his hand reaching for Chella’s as I stand up.

He takes her hand and places it on my cock and helps her stroke me. Long, slow strokes. Just the way I like it.

I close my eyes and sigh, letting go of Quin. It has been a very long time since the three of us have had this together. And this might be the last. So I’m gonna enjoy it.

Chapter Thirty-Six - Smith

Chella’s eyes are already searching for mine by the time I crouch down in front of her. I’m already helping her with Bric, but I don’t stop there. I help her with Quin too.

I have to close my eyes and take a moment to stop the thrill from taking control.

When I open them again Chella and I are so close, I can’t stop myself. I lean in and kiss her. It’s slow, and soft, and so fucking sweet.

“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, pulling away just enough to whisper the words in her mouth.

“Yes,” she whispers back.

“Should we keep going?” I ask, still helping her jerk off my friends.

“Yes,” she moans. “Please. Keep going. I need it, Smith.” Her eyes are wide now. Pleading with me to give her what she needs.

“Then let’s do it,” I say, kissing her softly again. “Put them both in your mouth, Chella. Suck them. At the same time.”

Bric and Quin both take two steps closer. Giving her access.

We are a little circle of lust and longing. In this giant room, we take up no more than three square feet. It’s almost a waste, that’s how little room we require to fulfill Marcella Walcott’s fantasy.

She grips their cocks and I let go, letting her wiggle into position. She watches me watch her as she brings their tips to her lips and licks.

A sweep of her tongue for Bric. He grabs her hair and urges her on.

A kiss for Quin. He reaches for her large breast, squeezing, lifting it up and rubbing it against her chin as she closes her eyes and both cocks enter her mouth, the tips of their swollen heads disappearing for a moment, before she backs off.

I take control of her head and turn it towards Bric. She opens for him, takes inside, her tongue pressing flat to accommodate his wide girth.

I help her. I pump her head back and forth. I push her, urge her to take him deeper, push her face up to his pants until his entire cock disappears and she begins to gasp for breath.

Still, I hold her. I hold her there until she calms down and accepts it. Accepts my control.

As soon as she does that I pull her head back, saliva spilling out of her mouth and dripping down her chin. She looks up at me, waiting for what comes next.

I turn her head again. Quin’s cock is waiting. Long, and curved. I make it disappear until Quin reaches down and grabs his balls, pressing them up into her mouth, trying to force them inside.

She chokes, tries to pull back, but all three of us hold her there until she gives up and breathes through her nose, accepting what we’re giving her.