“Yes, but hurry, please. I don’t think I can hold out for long.”
Zeke chuckled as he slid his cock into her tight backside, working his way deeper with slow precision, closing his eyes because the pleasure was too intense to be withstood any other way. He sensed Raoul withdrawing to make room for him. Then they reversed the process like a well-oiled machine, rousing their precious baby’s passions with skill and dedication to the cause. Cantara’s breathing quickly fractured, as did her ability to remain passive. It seemed the orgasm Raoul had given her a few minutes previously wasn’t enough to take the edge off.
“Help her out here,” Zeke said to Raoul.
“I’m on it.”
Cantara was on fire with a combination of need, happiness, and spine-tingling anticipation. She felt gloriously abandoned as she submitted to her guys with joy in her heart. Everything they had suffered over the past three years had been leading up to this moment and she intended to enjoy every second of it. There would be many repeat performances over the coming years, she knew that very well, but this one would always remain in her memory. It was the one that would finally expunge all the horrors they’d lived with for so long.
She gasped as Raoul’s thumb rubbed across her thrumming clit. Her sheath spasmed around his cock and she felt the familiar tingling sensation of a climax building deep within her core. She threw back her head, agitating her clamped tits in the process, and allowed it to consume her because she didn’t have the strength or the will to fight against it. She came quickly and, for her, quietly, shuddering through the thrill of her desperation.
“Okay, honey,” Zeke said, chuckling as he slid deeper into her backside. “Now that we have your attention…”
Raoul’s cock, long and thick, slid into her * and then out again, making room for Zeke to pay homage to her backside. It was totally wild and Cantara simply gave herself over to the pleasure as the muscles in her belly clenched and sizzling desire built within her again at an astonishing speed.
“This what you need, sugar?”
“I sure as heck do.” Cantara’s limbs quivered but she somehow managed to maintain her position, even though her liquefied limbs had no muscle power left in them to support her. “Yes, you make me feel alive again, guys. Like everything we’ve been though has been for a reason. This reason.”
“Oh, sweet darlin’,” Zeke muttered.
“Okay, babe, let’s take this up a notch,” Raoul replied. “I can tell you got needs.”
Zeke responded by plunging a little harder and deeper into her ass, his body hot and hard over hers as the fresh scent of Raoul’s arousal messed with her senses. Selfish longing gripped her as they poured on the delicious torture. Every pulse point in her body came alive and a low, animalistic sound broke through the otherwise almost silent room. The sound came from her. She was keening, gasping and then begging by turn, the sharp, tangible need that gripped her too intense to be withstood passively.
“That’s it, darlin’.” Zeke gave her backside a sharp slap as he withdrew and Raoul took his turn to invade her cunt. “We’re really fucking you now. You’re getting all we have to offer you. Take what you need, honey. We’re all gonna come together.”
His words robbed Cantara of what little self-control she had managed to maintain. The ambience, her sexy outfit, the clamps and collar, but most of all their rock-hard cocks splitting her in two, was simply too much for her to withstand. The sensation of Zeke working her backside burned and intensified as shivers of intense excitement gripped her body and she teetered on the brink of something truly mind-blowing.
“Guys, I can’t…I need—”
“Okay, darlin’,” Zeke replied, his voice deep with controlled desire. “Let’s do this.”
Their work rate increased, Cantara’s heart rate kicked up a notch and all her synapses fired in unison as her world imploded. With an uninhibited cry, she rode their cocks as her entire body went into meltdown and she felt both of them shoot their loads simultaneously, grunting and moaning for what felt like an eternity.
Spent, the three of them lay together on the floor for several minutes, their bodies bathed in thin films of perspiration as they waited for their breathing to return to a more normal rate.
“Wow!” Raoul said weakly.
“You okay, babe?” Zeke asked, leaning up on one elbow to examine her face and remove the nipple clamps.
“How can you even ask?” She managed to move just enough to kiss each of them in turn. “Thank you. I guess we needed that to slay the ghost of the past three years.”
“I’ll say,” Raoul agreed, getting up to fetch yet another wash cloth.
She sat at the table not long after that, still wearing her tarty dress and collar. The food was delicious, but the company was way better.
“To you, darlin’,” Raoul said, raising a crystal flute filled with pink vintage champagne. “And to second chances.”
“To us,” Cantara said, raising her glass to both of theirs. “And definitely to second chances.”
“We love you, Cantara,” Zeke said softly. “With all our hearts and souls. Don’t ever leave us again.”
“I love both of you, more than I imagined possible,” she replied, brushing away fresh tears. “And you’re stuck with me. I’m not planning on going anywhere.”
“Good!” they replied in unison.
Both men constantly found reasons to touch her throughout the meal, feeding her small bites of food from their own forks, making a fuss of her, not allowing her to do a single thing to help herself. As soon as they had finished eating, they carried her off to bed, warning her not to expect a lot of sleep.
That was okay, she thought, as she leaned her face against the reassuringly solidity of Raoul’s chest and held Zeke’s hand as he walked along beside them. There would be plenty of time for the three of them to catch up on lost sleep as they grew old together.
THE END