Page 33 of Double Stuff
Caught between the two thrusting men, surrounded and invaded by their hardness, Evelyn's pleasure hit a peak she'd never experienced before. It wasn't exactly like an orgasm, because there was no crest. Instead, she hit a plateau of almost painful pleasure, tortuously rapturous in its intensity, from which there was no denouement and no escape.
She sobbed.
Screamed.
Her nails raked Wilson's chest and someone - she wasn't sure which of them - grabbed her wrists and held her in place between them.
They moved, shuddered, together, and she couldn't tell where one person left off and the other began.
Unholy noises fell from her mouth as her body clamped down, unable to bear any more of the agonizing ecstasy running rampant through her.
Distantly, she heard hoarse cries as the men shouted, their thrusts coming faster and harder, sending her screaming into a sexual bliss so intense she fainted.
It took a moment for the men to gather their thoughts after their own explosive climaxes, although they immediately turned on their sides, with their wife's limp body between them. She let out a little sigh as their cocks slipped from her, reassuring them she was alright - just overcome by the intensity of her first time taking them both in this manner.
As Wilson caressed and cuddled her, Jake got up and grabbed a cloth to wipe away the aftereffects of their lovemaking. As he did so, Evelyn's eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes again, looking a bit dazed.
They grinned at her.
"Back with us, love?" Wilson asked, stroking her hair as Jake gently rubbed the tender areas between her thighs.
"That was amazing," Evelyn whispered, sounding awed. She shifted slightly and winced. "Although… also sore. Very, very sore now."
Jake chuckled. "Don't worry, sweetheart, we won't be demanding you do this again tomorrow."
"Maybe the day after," Wilson said, musing.
She giggled. "I love you too so much."
Both husbands kissed the portion of anatomy closest to them at the moment - for Wilson it was the top of her head, for Jake it was her clit, making her gasp a little.
"We love you too," Jake said, brushing another kiss over her thigh. "I didn't know we were mail-ordering perfection, but I'm so glad you answered our advertisement."
"Me too," said Wilson.
"Me three," said Evelyn, her eyes crinkling in amusement.
Laughing, Jake crawled up to cuddle with his wife and co-husband, his hand lingering over Evelyn's stomach. She'd missed her courses the week before.
Eight months later, Evelyn gave birth to two perfect twins, a boy with hair as dark as a raven's wing and a daughter with glinting golden curls.
THE END
