Husbandry (23 page)

Once I was naked, I was lifted and placed faceup on the bed.
It felt like I was floating. They set me down on the cloud-soft mattress before
they stepped back to surround me. I watched, captivated and practically
drooling, as they stripped off their pants. They were even more glorious naked,
and I was given a front-row view of three very erect cocks.

My husbands climbed onto the bed with me. Chad stretched out
on my right side, while Chuck took my left, and Charles perched at the foot of
the mattress. My goateed husband set his palms over my ankles and slid them
inexorably upward over my shins and knees. When he got to my thighs, he pushed
them apart to make room for himself.

I started to fidget, but Chuck and Chad each caught one of
my hands to still me. Looking down the length of my naked torso, I saw Charles
staring at my exposed sex. There was no hiding how wet and excited I was. My
desire was there for him to see.

Charles ran one fingertip along the lip of my vagina. “
Ma femme
.” Even in French, he claimed me
as his wife, his woman. “You’re beautiful.” He drew an audible breath and gave
me a naughty grin. “And you smell good.”

So close to my blooming core, my arousal was probably as
thick as perfume.

A pleasured grunt escaped me when two mouths latched on to
my nipples. Chad and Chuck still had my hands pinned, and they took advantage
of my exposed breasts. Chuck sucked the left one while Chad laved the right.
Then Chuck licked and Chad grazed me with his teeth. My nerves split in two as
I tried to concentrate on exactly what each of them was doing to me. The result
was a hard contraction in my womb that let me know I could come from the breast
play alone.

“What’s your hurry?” Between my legs, Charles sounded
taunting. He must have seen the flow of juices spilling from me and guessed how
close I was to ecstasy.

He used his thumbs to part my labia and expose my opening
and clit. “
Je veux lecher ta chatte
.
” I want to lick your pussy. “
Je vais
sucer ta clitoris
. ” I’m going to suck your clit.

“Please.” Or maybe I should have cried
oui!

The first pass of his hot tongue had me bowing my spine,
forcing my nipples against my husbands’ palates as they continued to suck. Chad
was usually the only one who performed oral sex on me, but Charles now proved
he could claim me with equal skill. He took me over with the intimate act,
using the same hunger he infused in his kisses. I just hoped he didn’t drown
down there because I couldn’t stop the flood of cream between my legs.

His goatee strafed my clitoris as he moved his lips higher
up my slit. He wrapped his mouth around the sensitive button and pulled against
the suction. Heat lightning flashed and flickered through my sheath. He gave a
few circling licks before he latched on like a lamprey.

I don’t know if they’d planned ahead or their thoughts
simply ran in sync, but Chad and Chuck copied the same pattern on my nipples.
Sensory overload got the best of me. I was blinded by the climax that broke
over me so fast I wasn’t prepared for it. Only my husbands’ hold on me kept me
from flying off the bed.

I bucked my hips and writhed beneath Charles’s plundering
mouth. The last rapturous spasm hadn’t yet faded when I felt the fat head of
Charles’s erection at my entrance. Although we’d only just started, I wasn’t
sure I could take much more.

He must have seen the doubt on my face because he laughed.
“I so enjoy pushing you past your own boundaries, Fila.” He popped the crown of
his cock past my outer ring of muscle. “
Je
veux te baiser
.”

Yeah, I’d sort of figured out he wanted to have sex with me.
Except I wasn’t sure if
baiser
meant
sex
or the cruder
f
word. Did I care? Not at the moment.

He was already pushing deep, forcing the whole scalding
length of his sex as far as it would go in my channel. Chad and Chuck continued
to tongue my nipples and nibble at the undersides of my breasts. They were
gentle about it, adding to the sensations in my body without distracting me
from the solid penetration between my legs.

Knowing Charles, I braced myself for a hard ride, but he
withdrew like he was savoring every moment. The return plunge was just as slow.
He canted his hips at the perfect angle to hit the sensitive nerves at the
front of my sheath. His cock was also big enough that the pressure alone had my
pussy clutching. My tissues stretched and burned to accommodate him.

“How does it feel, Fila?” He buried his cock in me again in
the same sleepy rhythm.

I keened. “Good. So good.”

“A little more?”

How could there possibly be more? I found out in the next
second when he grabbed my legs and pushed them toward my chest. As if on cue,
Chad and Chuck reached back with their free hands and hooked their elbows
behind my knees to keep me in position. They were still lying on their stomachs
on either side of me, pinning my hands and feasting on my breasts like starving
men. When Charles pressed his pelvis forward again, he hilted so tightly his
balls pressed flush against my damp skin.

I howled. My nervous system lit up like a blast of
fireworks. I couldn’t decide if this new onslaught was too much or exactly what
I’d been striving for, but I didn’t have any choice. Charles withdrew his cock
all the way to the very tip before sinking in again. And again.

“That’s right. You like that, don’t you? I can feel your
sweet pussy kneading my shaft.” Although his voice sounded strained, his iron
control must have prevailed. He kept his strokes slow and even.

I was on the verge of coming again—so close I was gasping
for breath. Then the devilish man added an unexpected visual. Since my other
husbands were holding my legs, Charles had his hands free. As he continued
working his cock in and out of my channel, he ran his fingers over his thighs
and chest in a suggestive manner. It was the kind of self-caress that would
arrest anyone’s attention. Beauty and lust and exhibition all combined for a
great show. He even circled his own nipples the way Chuck and Chad circled mine
with their mouths.

I couldn’t believe the effect Charles’s touching himself had
on me. How could he multitask like that? How could he touch himself so
beautifully while still pumping his marvelous cock in and out of my pussy? The
sight ratcheted up my arousal to a whole other level. Judging by the widening
of his eyes, Charles must have been surprised by how this display affected him
too. His thrusts grew a little harder and tighter together, which was all I
needed to come.

My cry was helpless and feral as my channel contracted
around his shaft. He pushed in all the way so I had his full length to cling
to. I could barely breathe through the pulses; they were so strong.

By the time they subsided, I was boneless. Charles withdrew
his still turgid cock from me, and Chad and Chuck finally released their hold
on my legs. Chad rolled me onto my side to face him and cupped my cheek. He
took my mouth with his and flicked his tongue behind my teeth.

I felt like he was drinking in my soul with his kiss. Our
breath mingled, and all thought vanished. When he drew back, I could only stare
at him in a daze. Then he gave a nod to my husband behind me, and Chuck pressed
himself along my back. Someone—Charles, I think—helped position my left leg so
Chuck could lie on his side and notch the tip of his dick against my opening.
His hot breath washed over my nape.

“‘Nothing in the world is single; / All things by a law
divine…’”

It took me a moment to realize Chuck—my lawn-mowing,
beer-drinking, Mr. Fix-It Chuck—was quoting a Percy Bysshe Shelley poem for me.
Chad must have taught him the lines from “Love’s Philosophy.”

Chuck’s voice turned low and gravelly, like sandpaper
rubbing me from the inside out. “‘In one spirit meet and mingle— / Why not I
with thine?’”

He punctuated the last line with a heavy thrust that brought
his hips in tight to my buttocks. It was a hell of an exclamation mark too. I
was already so wet and swollen from Charles that I felt a preorgasmic quake
ricochet around my womb.

The wait must have been a trial for Chuck. He made up for it
now by grasping my hip and settling into a fast piston motion. The whole
mattress vibrated from the speed of his strokes, and his harsh grunts filled my
ears.

Facing me, Chad watched my expression with an intensity that
made me feel exposed right down to my soul. He used his fingers to deliver
light pinches to my nipples, while Charles massaged my foot and ran his hands
up and down my left leg. It was like making love to a six-armed man. Hands were
everywhere.

Still galloping for the finish line, Chuck slid his palm
from my hip to my slit. He parted my glossy curls with one callused finger and
found my clit. I squealed when he stripped back the hood and brushed the
exposed head. The sound must have excited him because he pounded me harder.

Charles’s salacious chuckle reached me from the foot of the
bed. “You make such provocative noises, Fila. I never get tired of them. That’s
it, Chuck. Keep at her.”

“She’s going to come again,” Chad said. He was looking right
at me. “She always screws her face up like that just before she orgasms really
hard.”

There was no time to retort. One more stroke of Chuck’s cock
in my sheath and the pad of his finger over my clit, and I climaxed again. He
continued to work his dick in and out of my quivering channel, dragging out the
orgasm and refusing to give my pussy something steady to hold on to. After ten
more thrusts, Chuck finally went rigid and pumped his cum into me. He released
a long, satisfied groan.

After three orgasms, I should have been done in. Instead, I
felt a lurch of anticipation when Chad released my nipples with shaking hands.

“Uh!” The feel of Chuck pulling his cock free sent a hard
pulse through my channel, but I didn’t turn to look at him.

My attention was currently focused on the man gazing at me
so tenderly.

“I adore you,” Chad whispered. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

Too overcome to speak, I rested my hand on his cheek, where
new stubble grazed my palm. I hoped he could see in my eyes everything I felt
for him.

When he reached for me, I expected him to pull me over his
body and make gentle love to me. He surprised me by rolling me onto my stomach
on the mattress.

“I don’t have to see your face to feel your love for me.” He
brushed aside my hair to kiss my nape. “I feel it here.” He kissed my back just
behind my heart. “And here.”

Chad parted my legs with his thigh and slid his cock home. I
was impaled anew, filled to bursting in more ways than one. He pulled my hips
up so that my weight rested on my hands and knees, and two men slipped beneath
me. Chuck got his face under my dangling breasts and began lavishing attention
on them with his mouth. At the same time, Charles’s grin appeared before me. He
fisted the hair at the back of my head and pulled me down for a kiss. His
tongue shot deep at the same time Chad began to take me. It felt like the tips
of tongue and cock should have met somewhere in the middle of me.

If anyone could push me past all bounds of sanity it was
Charles. His kiss was consuming—all demand and fire and promise. Behind me,
Chad was strength and grace incarnate as he glided his erection in and out of
my pussy in a beguiling dance that spoke of sultry breezes and orgasms under
the stars. I grew light-headed and didn’t care.

Although he kept his strokes smooth, Chad began to
jackrabbit his cock in and out. Already primed, I tumbled over the edge in no
time and poured my scream into Charles’s mouth. I was never sure when Chad
would join me or would hold out to rain more pleasure on me. The kick of his
erection and the subsequent warmth of his seed gave me my answer a minute
later. I was glad. I didn’t think they could rip any more climaxes from me,
though it would sure be fun trying.

“Oh!” I’d forgotten about Charles.

Chuck gave up my breast and made room for my controlling
husband to shift his full body beneath me before I collapsed. His cock against
my thigh was as hard as ever.

Three sets of hands maneuvered my exhausted body into
position. Chuck wound up kneeling over Charles’s legs behind me, supporting me
as I straddled Charles’s lap. Chad sat facing me beside Charles, where he could
easily reach my breasts and face and thighs. He stroked his hands over me and
spoiled me with kisses while Chuck got me into position. With a firm shove,
they lowered me on to Charles’s standing cock.

I whimpered. “I can’t. Not again.”

My leg muscles were shot. There was no way I could ride him,
and I wasn’t sure my intimate muscles had anything left, either.

“Shhh.” Chad leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the
lips. “Just relax. You don’t have to do anything.”

“Just sit there and take it.” Charles tweaked my nipple.

I scowled down at him, but even that exercise required too
much energy. Rather than fight them, I surrendered to their strength.

Pressed against my back, Chuck lifted me up and down on
Charles’s cock and added a push of his hips to make the ring of my pussy swirl
like a little hoop around the hard column of flesh. I cried out, shocked by the
renewed pleasure.

Meanwhile, Chad continued to pet me, both soothing me and
arousing me despite my fatigue. “There you go.” He sounded proud of me. “Let
your husbands take care of you.”

Charles lifted into every thrust, working the stony head of
his cock inside me in coordination with Chuck. I could see his stomach muscles
bunching with every stroke, and he didn’t try to hide the primal satisfaction
on his face. He liked seeing me raw and open and out of control.

I dropped my head back on Chuck’s shoulder and rocked it
from side to side. It seemed impossible, but new tension coiled tighter and
tighter in my womb. I didn’t think it would ever break free. Or if it did, I
doubted I had the strength to withstand it.