Anthony rubbed lubed fingers over her anus. Sounds of pleasure emerged from her soul as drops of her dew coated Toby’s shaft.
Mary knew Toby felt her moisture because he shivered. He took over completely, raising her and pulling her down, thrusting harder and faster as they began to chase their rapture. Then Anthony pushed his fingers into her anus, breaching her sphincter, and Mary cried out in orgasm.
Wave after wave of shivery, tingly excitement spilled over her and through her. Her pussy gushed, and her nipples drew tight. The clench of her vagina around Toby’s hard cock triggered some inner nerves that sent her eruption even higher. When Toby groaned, when that groan turned into a roar and he held himself so very deep within her, Mary imagined their pleasure in that moment merged and eddied into a pool of ecstasy.
Before her last gasp of climax faded, Anthony eased his fingers from her and moved up until his naked cock brushed the side of her face.
Eager to give him pleasure and to drink his release, she opened her mouth and sucked his cock in deep.
Mary shivered with the masterful way Anthony fisted her hair. She used her tongue to stroke his shaft even as she suckled, and when he began to thrust, she gave over. She felt the way his body trembled as he gentled his trusting, his fucking of her mouth careful, despite his obvious need. All she wanted, needed, was to give him everything.
The increased heat, the subtle shattering of control warned her. She drew on him, long and strong, and when he cursed, when that sob of release filled the air, her throat filled with his cum and she swallowed every drop he gave her.
Toby pinched her clit. Her passion, soft embers, burst into flame and shattered into climax.
They collapsed together, she and her two lovers. Mary treasured this moment, the heat, the sweat, the smell of sex, and the total exhaustion of satiation.
For long moments, she lost herself in this wonder, this pure sanctuary, which Anthony and Toby were for her. She wanted to stay here forever. This was what she hoped heaven turned out to be, this sense of completeness, of love so full it felt endless. She didn’t want words to pull her out of this euphoria, to interfere with this visit to nirvana. Her head on Anthony’s chest, Toby’s chest flush with her back, yes, this was perfect.
Toby caressed her rosebud. “Let me.”
No, now it was perfect. “Yes.”
He left her for just a moment. Then he was there, his heat covering hers, and his fingers, oh his fingers were clever and talented as they spread lube over her anus.
He inserted one digit, and the burn, a combination of pain and arousal, turned her nipples hard and her pussy wet. He added more lube and a second finger, and burn gave over to pain. But it was a pain unlike any other, a pain she’d ever known and that, in that moment, felt so damn good.
He used those fingers to fuck her, to ream her in such a way she knew he was doing his best to stretch her. In and out, around and around, he worked her tight flesh. She needed more and couldn’t have stopped her hips from returning his thrusts if she’d tried.
“You want me.”
She’d heard wonder in those three words and knew then that doubt had never been hers alone. She wanted him? She’d give him two words for his three.
“Fuck me.”
He moved back, and Anthony positioned her, lifting her right leg onto him even higher, helping Toby to open her.
Then Anthony tilted her face and met her gaze. The sound behind her painted such an erotic image in her mind she could see it. Toby donned a condom and then lubed his condom-covered cock. She felt herself become even wetter.
Toby came to her, kneeling, yes, but no supplicant, he. He leaned in, and his hot cock kissed her rosebud then slowly pushed forward. A sound emerged from her, a softly keening need, a sound of pain accepted and begged for, of longing oozing into desperation.
“Let go.” Anthony’s words, his command, found a route to her will she hadn’t known existed. She exhaled, and somehow, miraculously, she gave way. The moment she did, Toby’s cock slid deep into her ass.
“God.” His word was sufficient for them both. He moved in her, a slow, steady motion that lit so many fires in her she couldn’t even count them. And then faster, jerkier, his hands gripping and releasing her ass.
Nothing had ever felt like this! Lost in the thrill, in the heat and the pain and the sudden soul-deep desperation, Mary cried out, begging, begging for more.
“God.” Toby surged into her, over and over, and the pain and the heat melted together and then shattered into unimagined joy. Ecstasy showered down, as the cascading spasms of coitus drew her up and out and into a place so magical she could only cling and shiver and bliss.
The fireworks faded. Toby leaned over her, his forehead on her shoulder, his heaving breaths as ragged as her own. Their perspiration mingled. Mary felt Anthony’s rigid cock pressing against her stomach, but when she tried to reach for it, to serve him, he brought her hand to his lips.
“Later, love. Let’s rest in this moment, for now. You were so beautiful to me when you surrendered to Toby. So damn beautiful and so damn perfect.”
Anthony’s words covered her and seeped into her soul. They were the words of one who loved wholly and selflessly. They were the words of a man who knew what mattered in life.
“Rest now.” Toby kissed her shoulder and drew the blanket over them.
More than the cotton and the silk, their caring, their cuddling, and their honest fraternity formed the best blanket, ever.
She surrendered to their care and softly dropped into sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
Toby
