Saxon and Tynan pull out of me, and my supports transform yet again. I can’t help but wonder if Zogar is designing this as he goes, but as the contraption changes, I remain comfortable. I’m almost upright again, my body mostly supported by the cages holding my legs and hanging from above.
But the extra pressure on my legs and feet is quickly lessened as Tynan moves behind me to take some of my weight.
Zogar fondles his massive rod. Some of his seed seeps onto his hand, and he passes it to Tynan who spreads it over my asshole. I gasp.
In the same way that Zogar’s cock opens my cunny hole, I feel my back entrance opening and loosening.
Tynan groans. “Fuck. What isinthis slippery stuff?”
Zogar grins, and Tynan’s now slick rod presses against my eager back entrance.
His hand drapes onto my shoulder from behind, and he whispers close to my ear. “Ready, my Rose? Are you ready for me to fuck your ass, my beloved, my wife?”
I nod, and his rod slides into me. There’s not even a sharp burn, only pleasure as Tynan works his long rod in all the way to the hilt. He groans deeply, and once he’s hit his limit, he pumps a few times, his stones and hips slapping sharply against my backside, still hot from the spanking.
“Be still,” Zogar says.
After two more breath-stealing thrusts, Tynan stops, buried deep inside me, and my eyes open to consume the expanse of Zogar as he positions his cock at my cleft.
My body blooms for him, the pleasure overwhelming, and I barely notice when Saxon cups my face, caressing me gently and brushing my lips with his thumb.
I look up into Saxon’s eyes. Somehow, he’s standing next to us, but he must be on a platform, because he’s higher. My gaze drops to drink in his rigid rod positioned just below my lips.
Zogar pushes inside me, and I gasp, fighting to breathe through the intense fullness. I’ve had Saxon and Tynan at the same time but never imagined my body could accept another rod at the same time as Zogar’s.
“Focus on my eyes,” Saxon says with quiet firmness, and my gaze returns to the comfort of his. My body feels as if it’s spreading apart.
The stretching isn’t painful—not exactly—but the two rods are rearranging not only the insides of my body, but every part of my existence. I can barely draw air, but the compassion, love and encouragement in Saxon’s eyes grounds me, assuages my fear that I won’t survive this.
Zogar starts thrusting, moving slowly and carefully, more shallowly than he took me earlier, but each movement feels like so much—almost too much—and the top of his rod abrades the edge of my button each time he moves.
“You’re so tight around me,” Zogar says, and I transfer my gaze to him. His face is red, his veins protruding like I’ve never seen before. Zogar’s hands are gently holding my hips, and Tynan’s are sliding up and down my body and over my breasts, as his cock twitches, deep in my ass.
Zogar’s gaze flicks up toward Saxon. “All three?” His voice is beyond strained. “I can’t last much longer.”
Saxon cups my chin in his hand and looks deeply into my eyes. Then he uses his other hand to guide his cock toward my lips. I fear I won’t be able to give him much pleasure. I’m not sure I can find the energy to even move my tongue, never mind suck, but I love the idea of all three of my husbands being inside me at once, the idea of all four of us being fully locked together in pleasure.
Saxon’s cock slips between my lips, and he groans as he slides over my tongue. The change in his eyes reawakens my stamina, and I manage to grip his rod between my lips, swirling my tongue and sucking, loving how I can see both pleasure and restraint reflected in his eyes.
Zogar presses a little deeper and then stills.
“You fuck her now.”
Tynan exhales loudly, and his hot breath wraps over us all, as if he’s been holding his breath since the moment Zogar entered me. His hips pump, first slowly, but quickly accelerating.
“Fuck!” he cries out. “So fucking tight. I can barely move.”
It seems to me as if he’s moving just fine, every stroke sliding Zogar inside me too, and making me want to scream around Saxon’s cock.
Tynan bends down and lightly bites my shoulder. “Does it hurt? Do I need more of that slippery stuff Zogar gave me?”
“She’s still enjoying it,” Saxon says, then he moans and his hips buck. His cock hits the back of my throat, making my eyes water. “Sorry, ma chérie.” He pulls back slightly, pumping into me gently, as I suck. Then Tynan starts to slam into me even harder.
I cry out against Saxon’s cock, and then Zogar starts moving too. His rod scrapes over my button, making me quake. My eyes remain focussed on Saxon’s. Without them I’m certain I’d faint.
All three of my husbands are thrusting now. Their movements are gentle and slow, and it’s impossible for me to keep track of exactly who’s doing what, and when, and how often. All I know is that the intense pleasure is connecting us with a bond so deep it can never be broken.
A climax strikes without warning, and I gurgle around Saxon’s cock as my entire body clenches around the two other invading cocks. My cunt, my entire body, contracts in waves that lift me to even higher pinnacles of pleasure.
