Outback Fantasy Ch. 03

Trish - The rest of the morning passed in a dreamlike way. I drifted between little chores - helping clean tools, refilling coffee cups, rinsing plates from breakfast - but everything I did seemed heavy with a new kind of awareness. We were living as we normally do on our travels in the Outback but with an extra dimension - another man, no longer a stranger but one who had shared my body with my husband. I was literally living in a dream, one that allowed me to be different from my normal self, more adventurous, and after last night, ready to indulge some of my fantasies.

Every time my husband shot me a glance, I saw an edge of hunger there, just below his easy-going smile. Every time Richard brushed past me, the heat of his skin made my own burn. I was not sure what I wanted, but all I knew that I wanted them to take me new heights of ecstasy, to try things I have dreamt about, fantasised about but always been too afraid to try.

We were all trying to be normal and relaxed, but it was a pretence. With all of us naked, our skin remembered the feel of each other's bodies, my pussy tingled at the thought of them inside me, and the tenderness of my ass reminded me how I had asked Richard to take it. Underneath the surface, the tension kept increasing, millimetres below the surface and we knew there were desires which were far from satisfied, wanting to explore more. When the sun climbed higher, the temperature got into the high 30s and the air turned thick and lazy. Richard finally tossed down the last wrench with a sigh and John rolled out from under the ute.

"That's about all we can do now, it is running, and should get you back to Darwin," John said, wiping his hands on a rag. His bare chest gleamed with a sheen of sweat and I had to force my gaze back to his face.

Richard - Shall we clean up a bit? You guys up for a swim?" I asked casually, as if the question was completely innocent.

John answered first. "Absolutely."

I looked at Trish, still naked after this morning's romps. "What about you, gorgeous?" I already felt I knew them both well enough that I could openly admire the woman without offending her or her husband.

She looked at me and somehow knew - knew - I wasn't just talking about washing and cooling off. She took her time, appraising me, then nodded, "Sure," she said. "I'd love to."

I smiled; she could see right through me; knew that I meant more than just a swim and a break from our work.

I led them down a rough dirt path through the trees, towards a waterhole just off the river. It was crystal clear, unlike the brown muddy creek that flowed past the campsite. The air was heavy with the scent of eucalyptus and damp earth. Cicadas buzzed lazily in the heat, the only sound as the birds took their siesta.

"I found this place a few days ago; the water is just great," I said, watching their eyes light up. When we reached the water's edge, I waded in, splashing the cool water over me to wash off the dust and dirt from fixing my truck.

Trish - The water was cool and shockingly refreshing. I gasped when I waded in up to my waist, "... and It's a bit cool at first," added Richard, laughing as he splashed me with a handful of water. I shrieked and splashed him back and soon we were all laughing, dunking each other like kids.

The tension had been simmering since they came all over me this morning, but now it became more playful and softened. The three of us floated and swam and splashed, the gentle current tugging at our bodies, pulling us into each other. I washed the grime off my husband and took the opportunity to run my hands all over his body, feeling below the water to clear the sand from around his balls, ass and cock.

Richard swam up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me easily out of the water. I squealed and kicked, but he just laughed, spinning me in a lazy circle before setting me down again - my back pressed against his chest, his hands firmly cupping my boobs. I felt the hardness of him immediately, hot and unmistakable even underwater. My body responded instinctively, arching back into him, pressing my oh-so-sensitive nipples into his palms. My husband swam over, a slow, predatory smile on his face.

"You enjoying yourself?" He queried, his voice low.

"She deserves to," Richard murmured, his breath warm against my ear, his cock pressing into my ass.

"Yes, I am..." I replied, looking straight into John's eyes.

The guys' hands met under the water, brushing over my hips, my belly, teasing lower - slow and deliberate. They ran their hands over my body, gently, making me squirm in their strong grip. They took their time, building the heat between us, layer by aching layer, until I thought I might explode. John slipped a finger between my lips, exploring my inner folds, I spread my legs slightly, enticing him to explore further. He slipped a finger inside me and I melted back into his arms. Richard slipped a finger down between my cheeks, his finger running over my tight hole. John kissed me, his tongue duelling with mine as I lost myself in his arms. He leaned back looking at me, smiling. Richard put his arms back around me, his hand cupping my breasts, gently running over my nipples.

I turned in Richard's arms to face him, looping mine around his neck, feeling the powerful beat of his heart against my breasts. He kissed me - slow at first, exploratory, then deeper, hungrier - while John pressed against my back, kissing my shoulder, my neck, his finger reaching down between my legs, sliding into my aching slit.

It was dizzying - the two of them, so different but so in sync, touching me, claiming me, worshipping me. I broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

"Take me back to the bank," I whispered. "Please."

Richard grinned, the corner of his mouth lifting in that lazy, cocky way that made my knees weak.

"As you wish, beautiful," he said.

He lifted me into his arms effortlessly, the water cascading off our bodies as he carried me to the grassy shore. John laid out our towels over a patch of luxuriant grass and ferns and Richard gently laid me down on them, like something precious. They didn't rush. They touched me like they had all the time in the world. And for a little while, it truly felt like we did.

John - She looked like a goddess laid out on the sun-dappled patch of grass - skin glowing and drizzled with water, hair spread around her like a dark halo, eyes blown wide with desire. My chest ached with how much I loved her. How much I wanted her, and after last night, when she chose to take both of us at once, I wanted to see what she would do next.

I knelt on the other side, mirroring him. Her gaze flicked between us, heavy-lidded, breath catching in her throat as we both reached for her. "Close your eyes my love," I said, knowing that I wanted her to just feel our touch and respond to that alone.

My fingers skimmed along her thigh while Richard trailed his down her arm. We weren't in a hurry. Every touch was a promise. Every inch of her skin we uncovered was worshipped.

Trish arched when I leaned in and kissed her stomach, the muscles fluttering under my lips. Richard followed suit, kissing the soft inside of her wrist, then her elbow. She whimpered, eyes fluttering closed.

I leant forward and kissed her deeply, feeling as well as tasting her moan. Richard's hand slid between her thighs and she gasped against my mouth, hips shifting restlessly as his fingers entered her.

I pulled back and whispered, "You want us to keep going?"

She nodded, lips parted, but I needed to hear her say it. "Yes," she breathed. "I want you both. Please..."

That word - please - was the trigger....

Richard glanced at me, waiting, always checking in. I nodded. We moved in perfect rhythm, like two halves of one thought.

He knelt between her legs. I kissed her shoulder, her neck, then her nipples, feeling her shudder as Richard started to play with her body. She cried out, a moan of such pure hunger that shot straight through me.

I raised her hand above her, stretching her out, her body trembling between us.

"Good girl," I whispered into her ear, watching her fall apart. "Let go. We've got you."

She did. God, did she.

Trish - My body writhed between them; every nerve alight. Richard's mouth moved with sinful precision between my thighs while John kissed me, whispered the thing I needed to hear.

Richard tongue fucked me, licking rapidly, penetrating me, then playing with my ring. He sucked my clit into his mouth, holding it between his lips as he ran his tongue over it. It was like electricity flowing into me. Each stroke of his tongue made me quiver. My husband pinched my nipples, kissed my neck as he let another man lick and suck my pussy.

Richard started to tongue flick my clit, faster and faster and then I came - hard, the pleasure ripping through me in waves but still they didn't stop. They revelled in every twitch, every gasp, every helpless moan and still wanted more from me. I couldn't hide from them - and I didn't want to. I was completely theirs and they knew it.

When the shudders finally slowed, I felt kisses all the way back up my body.

"Still with us, Trish?" A voice asked, I felt a breath filled with the aroma of my desire. I slowly opened my eyes to see Richard hovering over me, giving me just enough space to breathe, his eyes blazing.

I smiled - dazed and drunk on them - and reached up to cup his face. "More," I said softly. "I want more."

"Let her ride you," Richard murmured against my lips, his hand brushing mine. "Let her take control."

My husband didn't hesitate. He lay back on the towel, eyes locked with mine, arms open. His cock rigid, throbbing, waiting.

I straddled him slowly, guiding his shaft into my sodden slit, savouring the way he filled me, the stretch, the heat. We both groaned at the same time. His hands gripped my thighs, grounding me and I rocked forward - once, twice - before Richard moved behind me, his hands warm on my back, then sliding around to cup my breasts.

"Touch my nipples," I begged.

"Like that?" He growled, as he gently rolled my nipples between his thumb and finger. "So fucking beautiful like this."

"God yes," I moaned as his hands roamed over my body.

It was like they were waiting for me to be ready - they still didn't rush me. John thrust up to meet me, slow and sure, while Richard played with my body - teasing, tasting, tormenting. Their hands, their mouths, their words - it was overwhelming and perfect. I was the centre of their world for those few minutes.

John - Watching her ride me like that - head thrown back, hair tumbling down her spine, her breath catching every time she sank onto me - was the most beautiful kind of torture. My hands gripped her hips, guiding her, burying myself in the slick heat of her. Every gasp she made, every shiver that ran through her body, pushed me closer to the edge.

And Richard - fuck - the way he moved behind her, teasing her nipples, more of those desperate little cries from her, it was almost too much. She was caught between us and we wanted her right there - lost in it, lost in us.

"Play with her clit," I said, my voice ragged, "Make her come again."

Richard didn't need telling twice. His fingers reached her clit, rubbing the swollen button. He found a perfect rhythm, circling her clit with devastating precision, all while whispering into her ear. Her body trembled, thighs clenching around me as her rhythm faltered. I bucked up into her harder and faster, chasing her toward that edge again.

"I can't...," she whimpered.

"Yes, you can," I replied, as she arched back. I took her hips in my hands, assisting her to ride my cock. "We've got you. Let go."

Trish - Wave after wave of pleasure thundered through me body, as they worked together to bring me to the top of my mountain and I fell apart.

Everything tightened, then unravelled at once - my body clenching around John, my voice caught on a sob of pleasure. I trembled so hard it felt like I was breaking apart and remade in their hands. They held me through it, every breath, every cry, every aftershock. I felt worshipped and cherished. Completely ruined.

When the spasms finally slowed, I collapsed against John's chest, still pulsing around him, my skin slick with sweat and need. Richard's mouth was at my shoulder, kissing the curve of it softly, sweetly, like I was something precious and fragile now.

"You're incredible," John murmured, brushing hair from my face, his eyes searching mine. "You okay?"

I nodded, then smiled - wicked and still hungry. "Switch places, I want to ride your cock Richard." Their eyes widened at my command.

Richard - Oh, she was dangerous - this woman, flushed and panting and still trembling, but already ready to take more.

"Your turn to lie back," she almost purred, easing herself off her husband, letting his rigid cock slip from her, coated slick with her cream. She pushed me gently onto the towel with a wicked grin and positioned herself over me, feet flat and knees bent, hands resting on my chest to give her the maximum control. She took my cock in her hand and rubbed it over her soaked pussy, then pointed me towards the entrance of her love-tunnel.

My knob slipped easily into her and the first slide of her pussy over my cock nearly made me lose it as she sank deeply onto me. She was still trembling, still slick from John and the feel of her - so wet, so tight, so fucking hot - was everything. She used her strong leg muscles to lift herself off me, pushing her hands onto my chest and controlling her descent to draw every last sensation out of me. I felt my cock stiffen and grow - or maybe that was just her strong pussy gripping me and flexing me inside her to stimulate every part of her hole.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she gasped at me, her voice getting louder as the sweat poured off her. I did my best to synchronise my thrusts with her controlled motions until it was no longer possible and I grabbed onto her hips and forced her down on me as I pushed upwards, gritting my teeth and groaning as I pumped my cum deep into her, holding her there until my balls were fully drained.

John - God, watching her fuck Richard was incredible. I was stroking my cock furiously as she rode him, faster and faster, her moans turning me on like nothing before.

"Fuck, Trish; I'm going to cum." I groaned.

"Don't you dare; I want you in my mouth," she directed.

She turned around on Richard in one slick manoeuvre, then lowered herself back onto his cock, her legs shaky but determined.

"Bring your cock here" she commanded, her pupils blown wide with need. I barely had time to blink before she had my cock in her mouth.

I swore violently, grabbing her head. Her mouth was heaven. Her tongue moved with slow, strokes, tasting me, teasing me. She knew she was in control now.

Richard continued to fuck her pussy, his breath ragged, his had gripping he hips firmly, raising and lowering her onto his hard rod. He grunted, holding her deep inside as he exploded into her with a series of grunts,

"Fuck yes, yes" he groaned, as she squirmed on his shaft.

I lost it. I thrust deep in her mouth and exploded, hips jerking helplessly. She took it, sucking out and swallowing every drop, moaning around me to show how much she loved it. When I finally collapsed backward, drained, she licked her lips. She stopped riding him, letting his softening cock slip out of her, his cum flowing out down her legs. She lay down between us, exhausted.

Trish - We lay tangled in the grass, bodies damp with cum, sweat and water, hearts still racing from everything we'd just done. The breeze moved over my skin, cooling the heat still simmering between my thighs. I felt deliciously used and utterly alive.

But the sun was low over the horizon and the buzz of insects reminded us we weren't in some otherworldly dreamscape - we were still at the creek, still far from the truck and we didn't have any torches. John sat up first, brushing leaves from his back, then leaned down and kissed my temple.

"Come on," he murmured, gentle but firm. "We had better get back before it gets dark."

Richard stood and stretched, his body golden in the late light and held out a hand. I let him pull me to my feet, my legs still unsteady from pleasure. They wrapped me in a towel, then gathered the rest of our things while I stood, their eyes on me, feeling utterly worshipped. We walked back to the campsite slowly, wordlessly, still buzzing from what we'd shared.

Richard - I watched as Trish and John got things ready for the evening when we got back from the creek. It was obviously a well-practiced routine and at first they brushed me off and told me to get out of their way, despite my offers to help. John had prepared a fire earlier and with a bit of diesel over the logs, the fire pit was soon crackling when we returned and it soon lit up the campsite. They moved with grace and purpose, but it was obvious that Trish needed a rest so I insisted that she sit on the large blanket spread across the sandy ground. She sank into the softness, warming herself by the fire and watching us as we moved around her making dinner.

Trish - I could feel their eyes on me as I settled onto the blanket while the boys got dinner ready. We ate in silence; for my part, thinking of the creature I'd become, wanting nothing more than primal needs and wanting to control the men who existed only to serve me. After eating and drinking to replenish all the fluids we'd lost, I still felt sweaty and sticky from all the cum so went to the truck and washed myself off.

Back by the fire pit, the fire crackled low, casting long shadows over the grass and flickering orange across my bare skin. The air was heavy with heat - the kind that tingles along your spine and I ached to have my skin touched. My body was loose, but my pulse pounded in my arteries.

They were watching me - sprawled out on the blankets, lazily naked, their cocks thick and hard again. Richard leaned back on his elbows, eyes dark and unreadable. John sat beside him, his gaze fixed on me like I was something holy and forbidden all at once.

I stood at the edge of the firelight, naked and damp, flushed and still thrumming from everything they'd already done to me. I could feel slickness between my thighs, a deep ache inside me that hadn't even begun to be satisfied. I finished washing and cleaning myself in the glow of the fire as my two lovers sat and watched me. Each stroke of my cloth brought an intimate touch to a different part of my body.

I moved closer to the fire and knelt in the centre of the blanket, slow and deliberate, spreading my thighs as I settled onto my knees. The cool air kissed my wet folds and I knew they could see everything - the way my pussy was already glistening, the way my lips parted and pulsed, swollen and aching. I touched myself, fingers gliding between my thighs, spreading my slick pussy lips apart with a soft moan. I let them watch. I wanted them to watch. Their hunger was palpable.

I dipped two fingers inside my slit, slow and deep, arching my back to give them a perfect view. I wanted them to see how wet I was. How ready. My other hand cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it was tight and aching. I didn't rush and watched as Richard's jaw clenched. John exhaled a curse.

My hips rocked against my hand, slow at first, then faster, chasing the pressure that built sharp and sweet in my belly. I performed for them - every motion measured, every breath intentional. I moaned their names - low and breathless - letting them hear exactly what they did to me.

John - I'd never seen anything so goddamn beautiful. She glowed in the firelight - every curve, every movement highlighted by shadows and heat. She transitioned from cleaning herself to pleasuring herself so smoothly, so beautifully that it was hard to see where a routine activity turned into passionate caresses. Her moans were soft at first, little gasps, but they built with each flick of her fingers, each twist of her hip until the cloth was dropped and her fingers took over.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She knelt up, her fingers continuing to pleasure herself as her other hand moved to her breast, tugging at her nipple, breath hitching when she squeezed. I could see the tension building in her, the way her thighs began to tremble, her back arching as she knelt.

"Stroke yourselves," she commanded. "I want to watch you."

I didn't hesitate for a second. My cock was already achingly hard. I wrapped a fist around it, stroking slow, matching her rhythm. Richard did the same across from me, eyes locked on her, lips parted in a low groan.

She was watching us watch her, completely open, completely shameless. Controlling us with her every glance and whisper.

Trish - "God, look at her," Richard muttered. His voice was hoarse, reverent.

John seemed incapable of saying anything. His cock was out and rampant, busy stroking himself slowly, eyes glued to my fingers moving in and out, round and about, slick and obscene and so fucking desperate.

John was pumping faster now, eyes wide and glassy, his cock a blur as he fucked his hand. Richard looked wrecked - sweaty, flushed, whispering my name like a curse under his breath. I watched, their cocks directly in front of me, I moved forward to John, his cock so close to my lips, dipping my head onto him then pulling away as I teased him mercilessly. I repeated it with Richard, taking his cock in my mouth for a few strokes before returning to John.

"Come with me," I moaned, fingers working faster. "Now. I want to see you fall apart." I was close, so close but I wanted more. I wanted to see them break, wanted to see them driven wild with desire

I turned around and dropped onto all fours, legs wide, presenting myself to them fully as a wild animal would - pussy dripping, ass high, my own fingers still stroking inside me. I looked over my shoulder and met their gazes.

"Which one of you is going to fuck me first?" I asked, voice low, teasing but deadly serious.

They didn't answer. They just moved, like predators with the scent of prey. There was no urgency, but I saw them crawl towards me with purpose. My husband was on his knees in seconds, crawling toward me with a growl in his throat, while Richard circled around to face me, his cock throbbing, pre-cum leaking, his expression dark with hunger.

But I wasn't done yet, not until they begged for me. I stayed in position, hips swaying, fingers still working my pussy, spreading my lips wide. I closed my eyes and let my tongue caress my lips, showing Richard a simulation of what John could see from behind me. I hoped they could see how open I was, how wet, how needy I felt. I wanted to come with their eyes on me. I wanted to come knowing I held them both in the palm of my hand.

I looked up at Richard as I slid a third finger inside my wet cavern. "You want to taste me?" I asked softly, but more a command than a question.

His answer was a groan, and the next second his mouth was on my fingers sucking and licking at my nectar oozing from my wet tunnel. He sucked them like he was starving, like he couldn't decide if he wanted to devour my fingers or the rest of me first.

Power. That's what it felt like and I was drunk on it. Pure, electric power - holding their attention, their hunger, their desperation in the palm of my hand. And it pushed me higher, faster. I took my hands back and then rubbed harder, cried out as I slipped two fingers inside myself, hitting the angle perfect, my palm grinding against my clit. The pressure built and built, the firelight pulsing with every heartbeat.

John's hands gripped my hips, his cock pressing against my slick entrance. I was still fingering myself when he slid in slowly, burying himself deep. I gasped, my body arching, clenching tight around the hard cock in my pussy, stretching me, making me writhe and dance to his powerful urges.

And just like that, I came again, a gentle rolling orgasm, but I wasn't finished; not even close.

Richard - She destroyed us the moment she screamed - body writhing, thighs shaking, hand still between her legs - I lost it. My orgasm hit hard, like a dam-burst, cum spilling over my fist as I groaned her name. I managed to get some to her lips and she lapped it up like a cat drinking milk, sucking the juices from me. John followed seconds later, head thrown back, muscles straining as he came with a raw, broken sound, pumping his cum over her pussy and ass.

She sat back, taking our cocks in her hands, milking every last drop. She sat there, glowing, chest heaving, eyes heavy-lidded and full of satisfaction as she looked between us.

Trish - I'd never felt so utterly claimed. John's cum coating my back, and the remnants of Richard on my lips and chin. I took their cocks in my hands. Even though they had just cum inside me, both their cocks still felt hard, showing no signs of slackening. I felt every inch - the pressure, the heat, the way they pulsed. I thought I was milking them, but it seemed as though I was just making them hard again getting them ready. Ready for what?

"I want both of you at the same time; I want both of you in my pussy," I said in a low moan.

Richard - I couldn't believe what was happening. I thought I'd had the largest orgasm of my life, yet I was still hard. Something in the magic of this place, of this woman put vigour and blood into my cock and I felt ready to go again. The moments after Trish said she wanted us both again passed and I felt filled with energy as she rose up and pushed me down to lie on the blanket, flat on my back and legs spread. She handled my cock, felt all around my balls and ass and took me in her mouth both to clean me and to get me ready for the next episode.

John stood waiting - in the light of the fire, he towered over us and he seemed to be in the same state as me, his thick shaft swelling again. Trish finished her preparations and knelt over my torso, reaching forward to kiss me, her lips still damp from my cum. Her hand reached behind her to hold my cock steady against her opening then she rose up, guided me onto her then sank down.

We both exhaled loudly as I filled her. We smiled at each other as we gyrated together, not in lust now but in appreciation of the bond and the power we shared.

"Now you, John, take me. Fill me," she said and John crouched behind her, between my spread legs. I felt Trish pushed down onto me as John parted Trish's ass and put his cock on mine.

Trish - The moment I felt the head of his cock press between my cheeks, my breath hitched, a sharp shiver racing down my spine. He held it against my pussy and with a gentle and patient pressure, began to push. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt - a deep, burning fullness.

It was a different kind of stretch, much tighter and making me flinch with expectation and nervousness. I relaxed, willing him inside, then came the moment his thick head entered me, an intense burn as his cock met the resistance of my tight pussy muscles. I relaxed, willing him into me. He slowly pushed into me. Slower, more intense than anything I'd felt before. I let out a strangled gasp - overwhelmed, overstimulated - and both men held still, letting me adjust. Richard moved slightly, his cock sliding further in, I moaned, it was too much. My body clenched instinctively, fluttering around both of them trying to accommodate. I could feel John pushing gently, as slowly my pussy began to stretch, full with both of them.

John kissed the back of my neck, his voice low and steady. "Relax for me, baby." I exhaled, trembling, forcing my body to open. To invite it.

And then... oh God, then he started to sink in. Slow, relentless and deep - oh, so deep.

Every nerve in my body lit up. My mouth fell open in a helpless cry as inch after inch of him pressed inside, sliding down Richard's cock - a deep, burning stretch that brought tears to my eyes and made my core clamp down on them so hard he cursed. I could feel his thick knob end running down the length of John's cock, filling me completely.

John - I could not believe it when Trish said she wanted both of us in her pussy; I didn't think it was possible. I watched, amazed as she licked Richard's cock, bringing it back to life. I was mesmerised as she straddled him, taking him into her pussy. She turned around and looked at me, pure lust in her eyes.

"I want you..." she said.

I moved behind them guiding my cock to where her pussy enveloped Richard. I pushed mine onto his, feeling it throbbing. I pushed gently, feeling his cock yielding onto mine and pushed forward. Trish gasped as I got the tip inside. I could feel the slick heat radiating off her, the impossibly tight entrance already wrapped around another man. My pulse thundered as I slid forward, just enough to feel the tension, the resistance.

God, she was tight.

Her body fought it at first - clenched, stretched, trembling - but then I felt it. That subtle surrender. With each breath she took, I could feel her yielding, letting go. I eased forward slowly, feeling the way she opened for me, the way her body adjusted, stretching again, impossibly, to take me in beside him.

The sensation was surreal. Her inner walls were hot and pulsing, already tightly wrapped around Richard and now trying to form around both of us. She clamped hard down on us, squeezing our combined cocks. I gasped at her strength, gripping us so hard it was almost painful and then relaxing. As I slid deeper, I could feel him inside her too - his cock pulsing, compressed against mine. As I slid in deeper, the friction was both strange and electric. I could feel his heartbeat, his cock throbbing like mine, deep inside my wife.

It was like we were sharing the same heartbeat, the same breath.

Trish moaned, high, breathless, laced with disbelief and pleasure.

My hands gripped her hips as I pushed a little further, carefully, gently, afraid I would tear my wife apart. Every inch was a slow, reverent offering - not just to her body, but to her surrender, her wildness, her trust. I leaned in close, my voice just above a whisper. "You've taken us both... you're perfect, Trish."

She moaned, and instinctively clamped down on us, she was so tight, so full.

Again I felt her relax and I withdrew, then slid my cock deeper, feeling Richard's cock against mine, running down the length of it, feeling his deep veins on my own. I held my cock in place and as he pulled back, I felt his cock head running down the length of mine, compressed within the tight confines of Trish's love canal.

We got in sync, both of thrusting into her, alternating each time and I though Trish would explode, she screamed, not in pain, but in pure rapture. "God yes, yes...." She cried, clamping down on us, squeezing our cocks hard.

Trish - Every inch of me was aflame - stretched wide beyond anything I thought my body could take. My husband's cock filled me deep and heavy from behind, thick and pulsing, while Richard pressed hard from the front, his length pushing, stretching me open in ways I never imagined.

I was caught between them. Pinned, filled, used - and yet I felt worshipped at the same time. They didn't rush. They held still, letting me adjust, letting the pressure bloom and settle. I could feel everything; my engorged clit pushing hard against Richard against my front. He lifted his head, his lips brushing my jaw. I groaned as my husband pushed in deeper from behind me, his hands gripping my waist, anchoring me in place.

Two cocks inside me. Every nerve aflame, my body trembled uncontrollably. I tried to raise myself on my arms like a Cobra yoga pose, pressing my mound hard against Richard and allowing my husband a different angle to press onto my buttocks.

When they finally began to move - slow, opposing thrusts, pushing and pulling in perfect rhythm - I thought I would lose my mind. Richard would glide out just enough to make me whimper and as soon as he retreated, John would slide in deeper, stretching me to my limits again. It was dizzying - like being split open and filled all at once. I could feel the tightness as their cock heads passed each other. Richard slid almost all the way out, his knob resting against my pussy entrance, then John began to slide back out, their combined girth stretching my entrance to the limits, I clamped down, holding them in place, quivering. Then simultaneously they both pushed back in, their combined girth stretching me. They got in sync, raising me over their two shafts, holding me at the end of their knob ends, then dropping me down, stretching me, filling me completely

And I loved it.

I loved how full I felt - stretched so tight I could barely think, barely breathe. I loved the helpless sounds falling from my lips, the way their bodies moved around me like a dance, like worship. I wasn't just between them, I was their focus, their reason. Their rhythm, their tension, their release - it all centred on me.

I could feel Richard's cock stroking my inner walls, slow and thick and steady and behind him, the press of John's hips, pushing forward in perfect counterpoint Pressure layered on pressure - friction from every direction. Every time one of them pushed deeper, the other adjusted and my whole body lit up.

I was delirious. Sweating, moaning, completely and shamelessly gone. "Fuck," I sobbed, nails digging into the blanket. "You're going to make me - I can't - it's too much..."

"Let go," Richard murmured, voice like gravel in my ear.

"We've got you," John added from behind me, panting.

I shattered; my orgasm hit like an earthquake - my muscles locking down on both of them, the walls of my pussy fluttering, clenching tight around John until he groaned so loud it echoed into the trees. I screamed their names, my voice cracked and raw, my body jerking between them like live wires and even then, they didn't stop.

They fucked me through the climax - relentless and reverent, and my body reacted, wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me, unrelenting, until I was sobbing from the pleasure, tears streaking down my cheeks. Until I felt them both begin to lose control.

Richard came first, slamming into me with a strangled grunt, filling me with thick, hot pulses. It triggered another wave, another gasp from me as my walls milked him for every drop. And then John - thrusting deep and hard before his rhythm stuttered, his cock twitching as he poured into me with a hoarse shout.

The sound of our release - panting, gasping, broken - was the only thing left in the firelit dark.

And then I collapsed - their softening cocks not yet releasing me. I was used, loved, ruined. They held me between them, their cum seeping out of me, warm and messy and perfect until they finally released me. I was so full I could barely move. My thighs trembled, my chest heaved, my mind floated somewhere just shy of heaven.

I had never in my life felt so wrecked... or so alive.