Callarn’s breath became ragged as sweat plastered his temples. His grip dug in my skin and his thrust became frantic. The sound of our mating was lewd. He was usually talkative during our intimate moment but now, he didn’t utter a single word besides panting heavily. His eyes, just as lustful as his ferocious thrusts, never left me.
A powerful climax swept over me. Callarn had to stop. My ring of muscles gripped his shaft and milked him inwardly. After a few seconds, the throes of ecstasy receded but didn’t go away. The manic need for him to fill me and fuck me was so overwhelming.
“More,” I shouted. “And, please, don’t stop.”
Callarn was more than happy to oblige my demand. He slammed into me so hard, Ronen had to keep me from falling to the floor. His thrusts were precise and hard, alternating his gyrating movement with short, hard, rapid strokes.
“I’m coming,” Callarn panted his words, sinking himself three more times before jerking and shuddering.
I felt warm liquid fill inside me and my clenching cunt refused to let him go after he was finished. “Don’t stop, please.”
“Give me a minute to recover.” Callarn smiled.
He withdrew with great difficulty. I felt both empty and that I desperately needed to be pleasured again. I was high in ecstasy and I didn’t want it to end. I groaned. “Why do I still feel like this?”
“That’s because your husbands are not sated yet,” Ronen said.
“You?”
“Who else?”
He lifted me and carried me to the bed. Ronen disrobed quickly. I immediately rolled on my back to welcome him. Ronen hissed and told me to lean on my side.
“He would like to fill you from behind,” Callarn said. He arranged me in the position Ronen wanted. On all fours with my ass thrusting upward.
Ronen grabbed my ass. His cock brushed my clitoris. I cried in avid need. “Please.”
He didn’t wait long. He plunged into me in one smooth thrust. I heaved. He was much thicker than Callarn, but the juice from my earlier mating made him slick enough to bury himself into the hilt. His girth was lavish; when I tried to accustom myself to his shaft, it made the muscles of my sex contract. Delicious throes of ecstasy rendered me hotter and wetter.
“If you only knew how good you make me feel, beloved.” Ronen rode me. Slowly at first. Then he quickened. He knew just how to move to trigger all my pleasure points. His shaft stroked me in such a way that soon I was dangling on the edge of my climax.
“Oh, Elyra.” His hips moved urgently and his breath labored. He growled, pummeling in short, rapid strokes. He pounded me harder, faster, and deeper. Soon, I could only feel fire.
I cried out, trying to hold on to the last strand of my sanity as a violent orgasm swept me in its tide. Paralyzing ecstasy consumed me fully. Ronen came a second later. His cock juddered inside me, each spasm filling me with his hot seed. I collapsed on the bed. Exhausted. I felt like I had been laboring all day under the hot sun. Drowsiness overcame me. My eyelids were heavy. Slumber lulled me into a dreamland.
*
I thought I was dreaming. My body was already seared in pure fire and my sex throbbed in aching need. And that pleasant finger was circling my cunt entrance, lazily roaming upward onto my forbidden channel. The owner of that finger gently tickled my perineum. A sudden, immense pleasure shook me like a maelstrom, waking me fully alert. I quickly opened my eyes. I found myself belly down in Callarn’s lap. My body was being propped with my ass upward where two strong hands kneaded my bottom cheeks and spread them apart.
“Mmm?” I murmured.
“Our wife awakens,” Callarn said. “Do you mind if we continue our exploration, Elyra?”
“My turn, beloved,” Ronen said. “Forgive me if I interrupted your slumber. I can’t wait to claim my prize any longer.” His voice was thick with lust and excitement.
I whimpered. Though I was still sore from the earlier mating, my body complied with the idea wholeheartedly. My juice started to seep and my well-fucked cunt quivered as if protesting from not getting enough attention. I flinched when Ronen blew his hot breath on my exposed sex. His finger ventured to my anus, twirling and eddying into the depths with lazy, salacious swirls. He collected dew from my drenched cunt and smeared it on my nether orifice. He purred like a contented cat, satisfied with the wetness. A finger slid into my anus, urgently, mimicking what he intended to do to me soon. I moaned.
“You didn’t hurt her, did you?” Callarn asked. Concern was in his voice.
“I need to prepare her first,” Ronen said. “Hand me that oil.”
He withdrew his finger and a second later, I felt a drip of oil on my anus. He smoothed the oil and fingered me again. I couldn’t help whimpering with his exploration.