Quadruple Duty: All or Nothing

Down below, Kyle had withdrawn and Dakota was there. His mouth was buried between my legs… his tongue fluttering up and down my honeypot with talented, recognizable strokes. He devoured me like he had the oral playbook for my pussy, which of course he did, which of course I’d given him over countless nights of going down on each other and exploding simultaneously with almost expert practice.

They’re all yours now…

I closed my eyes, writhing in pleasure as my husbands ravished me together. Losing myself in the feeling of so many hot mouths on my body…

They belong to you.

It still didn’t register. Not fully. Not completely.

And you belong to them.

That little fact might’ve scared some women. Not me. Being possessed by them was one of the things I loved most about our relationship. Probably because there was so much trust between us all. So much respect and faith and love.

A warm erection was pressed against my mouth, and I opened eagerly. As I turned my head to accommodate it, another appeared on the other side. Someone’s hand guided mine, placing it over his manhood. My legs were lifted again. A rush of adrenaline surged through my body as yet another of my lovers sank back into me.

This is your life now...

I sucked harder, switching from side to side, working hard not to leave anyone out, not to exclude a single one of my beautiful men. As their wife, I’d have to satisfy them all. Maybe not all at once, all at the same time, but during the honeymoon? Oh yes. It would be like this every single night…

I’d take it as a challenge. Satiating each of them, together and in turn, wearing every last jet of their warm seed as a badge of honor.

In time they were fucking me again. Lifting one leg and scissoring me deep. Screwing me hard from one end, while a set of hands on my shoulders pushed back from the other.

I rode them too, one by one. Squatting down over each of them, while my rapidly-decaying wedding dress spilled out in all directions. It was especially sexy, not being able to see our union. Knowing that somewhere down there, buried beneath a shimmering mirage of taffeta and silk, we were still screwing our brains out.

I came again, riding Ryan. Clawing his chest while he used his hands to keep my dress out of his face. I laughed and bent down, tongue-kissing him deeply. Bringing him almost off inside me, to where he had to forcibly shove me off him to stop himself from coming.

They tagged me. Spitroasted me. Took turns on me… always switching off. Always trading places just before they came, just in time for the next of my lovers to drive himself deep inside, or to spread me open and lower his mouth against my eager, dripping pussy.

Finally I saw Kyle getting close. I reached up to play with his nipples, to bring him all the way off inside me.

“Not yet,” he said, swatting my hand away gently. “Not—”

“Switch!”

It occurred to me suddenly then that not one of them had come. Not one of them had reached their own climax, they’d only been focused on mine.

“Give it to me,” I whispered, as Jason filled me again. I could feel the delicious stretch of his cock tunneling its way inside me. “Please! I want it…”

He smiled knowingly, bearing his weight down hard. Spearing me fully, perhaps as a distraction to what I was saying. I gasped at the sudden stab of pleasure edged with pain.

“Put it in me…” I whimpered. “Make me yours.”

Jason bent to kiss me, chuckling into my mouth. “You’re already mine,” he argued, glancing down. “See?”

I shook my head from side to side.

“Not until you come in me.”

I saw the sudden challenge, the competitiveness light up in his eyes. He glanced up at Kyle, and Dakota, and Ryan. Something meaningful passed between them, and the three of them finally nodded.

“Alright then,” Jason grunted. “Get ready.”

He flipped me over again, this time roughly. It was absolutely wonderful. My panties still hung down in tatters — shredded rags each of my lovers pushed aside every time they entered me. My once-beautiful stockings had runs in them. Giant holes, even.

Oh GOD…

Jason gripped my hips and thrust into me hard, our bodies smashing together with palpable force. He was so deep… and so hard! But he wasn’t fucking me yet…