The Music Room.

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 ‘My, oh my,’ Taliyah murmured. She had felt the two Samsonov boys pressing in on her, Mikhail behind her and Vlad to the front. She hoped she had them right. With her heart racing and her fervor rising, she wasn't 100% sure. ‘Mikhail,’ she looked over her shoulder as she moved her ass up and down his crotch, ‘this is only for you.’ Her declaration was in a throaty moan.

‘That's unfair,’ I chuckled to Taliyah.

‘Don't worry,’ her head tilted up, ‘I know some tricks Brandy doesn't know.’ I didn't know if that was true, or not. Finding out would be fun. I kissed her on the lips. At the same time, my brother nipped down on her shirt-covered shoulder.

‘Don't be cruel,’ he teased her. ‘You know he was sneaking peeks at the lodge.’

‘My body; my rules,’ Taliyah insisted somewhat breathlessly.

‘Okay. I'll work on changing your mind,’ I growled before diving in for another kiss. Our tongues battled. Taliyah placed her hands on either side of my chin, taking control of our passion. In doing so, I sensed her reticence quickly passing.

‘Y'alls first time with one girl?’ she purred when we came up for air. She knew it was, so I was left trying to figure out her game.

For Taliyah this was a totally new experience too. The sense she had such a level of control over the masculine power encompassing her was dizzying. She hated to admit it, but looking into Vlad's eyes felt nice. His gaze was focused on her. His perceptions were seeking out her reactions and her responses, not still hooked on Brandy.

In the back of her mind had been the gnawing fear she was a substitute fuck; a Brandy-surrogate in Vlad's mind. She saw none of that. His attention was eating her up and it made her so fucking hot. Even more thrilling: she was soaked, breathing heavy and trembling; and they all three still had their damn clothes on!

Taliyah's fingers began fumbling with my belt.

‘We've got time,’ I stroked her cheek. I caught a quick signal from Mikhail. We both dove down for opposite sides of her neck, suckling, licking and nibbling on her tense muscles from collar to ear lobe. In the process, I managed to pull her shirt out of her skirt; she got my belt buckle undone. Synching our oral attacks with working our shoes off with foot-action alone, we then went straight to loosening our belts and; front first (aka me); yanked off our jeans and underwear in one brutal maneuver.

‘Ah,’ Taliyah gasped as my lips and tongue played along the crux of her windpipe and chin, ‘you two practice that much?’

‘Yeah,’ Mikhail chortled. ‘We do.’

Taliyah's hand on my shoulders caused me to bring about a pause in our actions.

‘Seriously?’ she looked over her shoulder at my vigorous triplet.

‘Why would I make up something so bizarre?’ was his take on things. I could tell Taliyah 'wanted' to know more. But she simply wanted more of us both right now and figured she could interrogate us about our unusual sexual indoctrination later; post-coitus. They began kissing and their kisses became an oral battle replete with growls, rumbles and other hungry sounds.

I took the distraction to rapidly unbutton Taliyah's shirt, pull it open and; Lord Hallelujah!; she had on a front-opening bra; and unleash her 'puppies'. I had talked about her preferences with neither Mikhail nor Brandy, but I'd witnessed and rewound (hey, I'm 18 years old) the footage of the lakeside orgy enough times to know she liked her nipples played with.

‘Uh; uh; uh; ah; ‘ the dark-skinned beauty moaned. ‘Are you two telepathic?’ she said in response to our hands reaching inside her panties and moving along her vulva and perineum, coming at her from different directions at the same time. I wasn't quite sure what inspired us; I put my thumb upon her aroused clit; it felt almost the size of the first digit of my pinkie; and reached around to insert my ring finger against her sphincter.

At the same time, Mikhail was working his thumb up her bunghole and rubbing his forefinger into her vagina. She was already wet and getting wetter by the second. By the oily texture of my brother's digits, he'd somehow snuck some lubricant on them while our partner was distracted.

The combination of our height differentials, our ministrations and her obvious pleasure forced my brother and I to go to our knees.

‘Oh God! I need a picture of this,’ Taliyah exulted. ‘Both of you on your knees around me.’

‘I promise,’ I looked up, ‘we'll do this again.’

‘You'd better,’ she beamed, looking down at me, wreathed in a cocktail of majesty and carnality. She added to that image by cupping her left breast into a mouth-watering mound. No words were necessary. I licked the rich, dark brown areola before latching onto her stubby, darker nipple. My thumb and finger were working in tandem with Mikhail's over her cunt and anus to bring her to fruition.

Taliyah was struggling to keep it together. She fed her other breast to Vlad who attentively latched on and began applying a tantalizing level of suction which was driving her wild.

‘Cut loose, Babe,’ Mikhail whispered into her ear. He was rising back to his feet at the same time his right hand began to furiously frig her.

She shot him a foul look over her shoulder.

'As if he can tell me what and when I can; ' she thought