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Confusion kept her from struggling. An avalanche of sensations barreled through her, holding her helpless as the Dramok tasted and explored her in a manner she’d never imagined. She was aware her tongue parried his, some involuntary instinct guiding it to investigate its rougher twin, to learn his masculine flavor. Her fingers roamed of their own accord, discovering the swells of muscle beneath his soft shirt.
Shock gave way to a roar of clamoring. An eager, ticklish sensation bloomed in her lower belly. In her sex, which was abruptly wet. The vague sensations that had prodded her to touch herself in her teens and led her along the path to thrilling discovery were nothing compared to this devouring, demanding ache.
She had no defense to counter such yearning. She obeyed its demand she yield to the man waking her as she’d never been awakened before. She softened in Sherv’s grip, surrendering to his increasingly intent kiss.
Her breast was cupped. Gently gripped and kneaded. A wash of pure lust filled her, and she shoved in the grasp with a moan, wanting more. It squeezed, and the smallest hint of hurt fed her excitement.
Another hand, between her legs. Over the skirt, but its warmth as it slowly rubbed her mound and clit sent her spiraling into bliss. She groaned and moved her hips against the knowing touch.
So many hands on her. Too many.Three men and one woman.
A bolt of ecstasy shot through her sex, as if transmitted by the fingers massaging her there. She tore loose from Sherv’s kiss to cry out as surges of rapture rolled through her. The vague knowledge of faces hanging over her, watching her succumb to pleasure, did nothing to quiet the violent pulses shaking her from head to toe.
There was no end to it. Both breasts were kneaded, and the delicious friction of her clit continued, drawing another spasm of incredible pleasure. Her cries rang with each sweet paroxysm.
It lasted longer than any joy she’d elicited from her private attempts. It was also over too quickly. A bit of Irene’s soul wept as the exquisite throbs tapered off.
She returned to her senses. The unlikely scent of sugary cinnamon hung heavy in the air, but she dismissed it almost at once. She stared at the awed expressions of Sherv, Rusp, and Jemi hovering over her.
“Um.” Sherv blinked. “More than kiss. We get excited for Irene and...”
He made an apologetic face, but he and Jemi continued to cup her breasts. Rusp’s fingers had stilled, but they remained on her tingling clit.
She was aware of a hardness poking her buttock. Sherv was erect. Very erect, from the feel of it. He was excited, and she’d caused it.
“I…I, uh…”
Sherv interrupted her stuttering by lifting her off his avid lap. Pulling her loose from the others, he sat her on her chair and fussed over straightening her skirt. After a second, Jemi put her rumpled blouse to rights. Rusp, his eyes lowered, returned to his seat. Irene noted he sucked on his fingers as he did so. She also saw the crotch of his pants were tented. They were tight enough she realized what she saw couldn’t be accounted for by a single penis.
He had two? That couldn’t be right, could it?
Her questions were lost in the confounded morass of her jabbering thoughts. Jemi and Sherv, having helped her appear proper, retreated to their seats. They watched her, looking at once scared and perplexed.
Sherv broke the silence. “You are all right, Irene?”
“Uh. Well. I’m…I’m sorry.”
“Whyyousorry? We do more than kiss. You ask only for kiss.” He shifted and pulled at his trousers, perhaps to relieve their tightness on what was definitely two large and eager appendages.
“Yeah, but now you’re…uncomfortable. If I hadn’t dared you to kiss me, you wouldn’t be.” She found it difficult to avoid looking at their crotches. The tight pants weren’t leaving much to the imagination.
Two sexes.
Sherv looked at his obvious excitement. “Oh. Well, you beautiful. Especially when you climax. Can’t help liking it.”
Heat filled her face. She’d done exactly what the Church accused women of. She’d tempted the men to lust.
“It is no problem,” Sherv said, his attention returning to her. “It is just nice feeling. What is the Earther words? No big deal.”
“But I…I made you…”
“Feel good. That is all you do, and it is not your problem. Now we apology. You only want kiss, not climax.”
“I am sorry, Irene.” Jemi smiled hopefully. “You not get mad please?”
“I am sorry too,” Rusp added. “Earther women different, but I treat you like other women who show need and expect pleasure. Forgive me?”
Irene gaped. They were taking responsibility for this? They thought they were in the wrong?
