The room was thick with anticipation, the air electric as I stood before you, my trembling hand clutching the fragile sheet of paper. You lounged on the leather sofa, a smirk playing on your lips, eyes gleaming with mischief. Around us, your friends—likeness of desires and secrets—were gathered, their presence a palpable force.

"Go on," you urged, your voice low and coaxing. "Let's hear what our shy poet has written."

I swallowed hard, my pulse thrumming in my throat. The words had flowed easily enough when I was alone, emboldened by anonymity and privacy. But now, standing here, exposed to the scrutiny of gawking eyes, my confidence faltered. I shot a glance at Sam, who leaned against the wall, arms folded, his gaze intense. Eric sat beside you, fingers drumming restlessly on his knee, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I began to read, my voice barely above a whisper:

"She stands before them, braced for unveiling, skin glistening like summer wine..."

As I spoke, your expressions shifted, darkening with something more than mere curiosity. It was as if every word I uttered unlocked a door within you, allowing primal instincts to slither forth. By the time I reached the second stanza, your body had grown taut, hands gripping the armrests tightly.

"... To find heaven’s nest beneath each thigh, where nectar beckons with forbidden sighs."

You licked your lips unconsciously, and I saw the way Eric's gaze flicked downward, darkened with intent. A flush crept up your neck, and you turned to look at him, mouth parted slightly. He leaned in closer, his nostrils flaring as if he could scent the truth behind my stanzas.

Your attention snapped back to me, eyes narrowed. "Enough," you commanded, though it held little weight compared to the raw want burning through your pupils. Whatever chaste façade we clung to was crumbling rapidly under the erotic spell my poem cast over us all.

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Sam returned with the bottle, his movements deliberate and measured. He uncorked it with a practiced twist of his wrist, pouring a generous amount into a crystal glass before handing it to me. The liquid sloshed as I took it, my fingers trembling slightly. I took a sip, the cold wine sliding down my throat, its crispness momentarily steadying my nerves.

Eric's eyes never left me, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Finish your poem," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "We want to hear how it ends."

I hesitated, but the weight of their collective stares pressed down on me. With a deep breath, I resumed reading, my voice stronger now, more assured:

"Their hands reach out, eager and insistent, tracing paths of fire along her skin..."

As I spoke, I could see the tension in the room escalate. Your friends were no longer just spectators; they were participants, their bodies reacting to the words as if they were physical sensations. Sam leaned against the wall, his eyes half-lidded, watching me with a predatory intensity. Eric shifted closer to you, his knee brushing against yours, a silent invitation that you didn't shy away from.

"... Until she yields, surrenders wholly, to the pleasure that they bring."

The final word hung in the air, heavy with implication. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the background. Then, without warning, Eric stood up, his movement fluid and graceful. He walked over to me, his eyes locked onto mine, and reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But words are not enough."

Before I could react, his hand slid down to my neck, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse point. I felt a shiver run through me, my body responding instinctively to his touch. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Show us."

His words were a command, one that I found myself unable to resist. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked at him, then at you, and finally at Sam, who watched with an expression of dark anticipation. I nodded slowly, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

Eric's hand moved to the hem of my dress, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to caress the bare skin of my thigh. I gasped, the sensation electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile, and glanced at you. "Join us," he said, his voice a soft purr.

You rose from the sofa, your movements languid and deliberate. You came to stand beside Eric, your eyes never leaving mine. Your hand reached out, mirroring his actions, your fingers tracing the same path up my leg. The dual touch was overwhelming, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of it.

Sam moved then, stepping forward until he was standing directly behind me. His hands settled on my hips, his grip firm and possessive. I could feel the heat of his body against my back, the pressure of his erection pressing against my lower spine.

"Spread your legs," Sam commanded, his voice rough and urgent.

I obeyed, my thighs parting slightly, my breath hitching as Eric's fingers dipped lower, brushing against the sensitive flesh between my legs. You followed suit, your touch mirroring his, your fingers exploring the wetness there.

"So wet," you murmured, your voice filled with satisfaction. "Ready for us, aren't you?"

I could only nod, my vision swimming with desire. Eric's fingers delved deeper, probing, seeking, while yours stroked and teased, building the tension higher and higher. Behind me, Sam's hands tightened on my hips, pulling me back against him, his hardness pressing insistently against my ass.

"Fuck her," Eric said suddenly, his voice sharp with command. "Now."

Without hesitation, Sam lifted me, positioning me over the kitchen table. I lay back, my legs spread wide, my body open and exposed to them. Eric stepped forward, his cock hard and ready, and without preamble, he thrust inside me, his entry swift and deep.

I cried out, the sensation overwhelming, my body clenching around him. You moved to my side, your hand reaching down to stroke my clit, your touch light and teasing. Sam stood behind me, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me steady as Eric began to move, his thrusts powerful and relentless.

"Look at her," Sam growled, his voice thick with lust. "She's ours."

You leaned in, your lips brushing against mine, your tongue slipping into my mouth as Eric continued to pound into me. The feeling was too much, too intense, my body trembling with the force of it. I could feel the orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter within me, ready to explode.

"Come for us," Eric commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. "Now."

And with that, I shattered, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Eric's thrusts grew even harder, his own release imminent, while you continued to stroke me, prolonging the pleasure. Finally, with a low groan, Eric came, his seed filling me as he emptied himself inside me.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I lay there, panting, my body still tingling with the aftershocks. Eric withdrew slowly, his eyes dark with satisfaction, while you kissed me again, your touch gentle and soothing.

"Beautiful," you whispered, your voice filled with admiration. "Simply beautiful."

And as I lay there, surrounded by the three of you, I knew that this was only the beginning.