by Lucian Bane
“Do it again!” That was Lucas. What a quick fall into addiction that was.
Ben did it again, three times.
“Oh ffffuuuuck,” Lucas gasped, his eyes rolling in his head. Ben might’ve found the vision of flames funny in their head, but he was too busy trying to survive them. He had to survive. Because he wasn’t near done. Besides teaching the three stooges a lesson, his sweet wife needed to be fucked a long time. And punished.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Ben ordered her.
She quickly hurried into position, lowering her chest like a good girl, and keeping her ass high.
“What are you doing?” Lucas gasped as Ben stroked her ass with both hands.
“I wanna do it!” Frank begged.
Ben slid his cock along her. “Punishing her.” And you.
With only the head of his cock, he teased in her opening till they were all on fire. “So hot,” Lucas strained, filling their mind with images of volcanic lava.
In one jerk, Ben buried himself to the hilt, digging hard into her hips.
“You’re hurting her!” Frank shot out.
“Don’t stop!” she cried.
“She wants it,” Ben grit, spanking her ass hard.
The shock wave from the bite of her pussy and sharp cry rocked all of them. His hips moved of their own accord and he spanked her again, sliding his hands hungrily along her spine before latching a fist in her hair and pulling so she rose up on her arms. The way his gaze devoured every part of what was happening said somebody was taking notes. Ben hammered his cock until her ass shook from the jolts and their shocked groans bellowed out of them.
Their orgasm raged forward, and he stilled, forcing it back. “Touch your pussy,” he ordered, the heat throbbing in his ass and balls.
“I’m going to come,” she cried out in warning.
He jerked her head back a little. “Come and I’ll punish you harder,” he retaliated, spanking her good. “But you want that, don’t you?”
“Yes!” she shot out.
Ben felt Lucas at the frantic help me point Frank had reached his first time. Ben heaved through the heat, opening his mouth and forcing Irish to taste and smell. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
“Do it more,” Irish croaked between breaths. “Bring more. It’s not from here, the smell, the taste, I need to consume it.”
They were like puppets now and Ben planned to keep them that way.
“She wants more spankings,” Frank said, stroking her ass with their free hand.
“Then give it.”
“I can’t, I can’t,” he whispered.
Ben lit her ass up with three of them.
“I need to come!” she begged.
“She needs to!” Frank begged for her and him.
“She needs to be punished,” Ben assured, tightening his grip in her hair, bringing her rapturous gasp and another jolting spank. “She was too fucking good to her bad husband.”
“Ben! Oh God, please.”
“Help her!” Frank cried out. “You can’t punish her for being too good!”
Lucas leaned and watched her tits jerking when Ben hammered into her again. “Oh yes,” he whispered. “Don’t stop, Ben don’t stop.”
Ben remembered then. Remembered what he was being made to do. He pulled out of her. “Get on the bed,” he ordered.
They watched her climb up and scramble onto the bed, where she sat, waiting, watching. Desire and lust rippling from her every pore and hammering into them.
He felt each of them pushing into his muscles, fighting to move toward her and Ben engaged in his own gift. The one that let him feel and know perfectly what they felt. He paced before the bed while Lucas’s eyes feasted on her nipples and Irish panted in the taste enveloping them still.
“Play with yourself,” Ben ordered.
She decided to do that while kneeling. Ben paused at the foot of the bed, letting Lucas get his fill. He tilted his head, watching her finger move in and out of her pussy. Ben craved to take her and would, but not fucking yet. “Is it wet baby?” he asked.
“So wet,” she whispered, making them pant and growl in hunger.
Lucas let out a hot hiss like she burned him when she coated her nipple with her pussy juice.
“Let me taste it,” Irish growled.
She crawled her way over and lifted her tit in invitation and Ben seethed, fighting his push toward it.
“Suck it,” she whispered. “Lick my pussy, Ben.”
At hearing his name, he let go and devoured her breast, pushing her down into the bed as he did. The next moment he was hammering his cock into her with her legs up against his shoulders. He held them open wide and held them that way, all of them watching his cock hammer from that position.
Lucas became possessed by the variation of pussy-shine on their cock with every new thrust and when their orgasm came again, Ben felt like a maniac.
Please! They all begged this time and Ben floored it, but not for them, for her. He was five lifetimes late seeing his wife screaming in orgasm with him.
Ben wasn’t sure which of them managed to get their tongue in her mouth, but the holy fucking galactical orgasms it brought…If Cheryl hadn’t been screaming, the sounds coming from them would’ve terrified her. It sure as fuck scared Ben. He distinctly heard lions tigers and bears, and the random snort of a pig while thrashing on her like somebody fighting to break through her from five different angles.
She’s bleeding!
Ben recognized Irish’s voice as several dimensions flashed in his mind’s eye with every blink. His body reflexes finally synced, and he flew off of her, heart hammering as he searched for a wound. “Where!” Ben yelled as Cheryl moaned, putting both hands over her face.
“Inside,” he shot out. “She’s hurt inside.”
“Inside what?” Ben nearly yelled.
“Her…womanhood,” he blasted, like he hated saying the word.
“Cheryl!” he gasped at her sob. Hurrying to her, he stroked around her hands and along her hair. “Help me,” he whispered, confused. “What’s wrong, talk to me, fuck, I’m sorry. I’m a monster!” he half yelled.
“Noooo,” she barely wailed.
“No? No what, talk to me.”
Her head shook and her hands dropped away from her face. “No, you’re not a monster. You’re just doing the best you can,” she said on another wail.
Ben lifted her upper body, crying and embracing her. It was Frank crying like a baby. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” Frank said, like he tried to stop us. “Tell her Ben, it wasn’t me.”
“It wasn’t Frank,” Ben gasped, kissing her all over her face. “Where are you hurt? Irish, where is she hurt, how bad is it?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t know about… that.”
“Lucas, help me. Frank, Frank. You can know things when you touch? Can you touch her and tell me what’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to!” he begged, moving off the bed and shaking their hands. “Please don’t make me touch the bad stuff!”
“I’m okay!” Cheryl yelled, stilling them.
They stared at her, Frank still panting. “Is she okay?” he whispered, wanting to believe.
She nodded, reaching for them. “I’m okay, just… woman stuff. I’ll need to not…use that part of my body for a while is all. Ben…it’s my monthly.”
“Monthly?” he gushed, ready to faint in relief. “Are you sure? Maybe Frank needs to make sure, he can touch you and know, please. Frank? Please. I’ll give you as many bubble baths as you want.”
He rocked from foot to foot, staring at her midsection. “Thirty or thirty-five minutes?”
“Yes, thirty or thirty-five minutes. We can add to our bubble world.”
“Can I make Bubble Castle capital of Bubble World and Mr. Sargis the president?”
“Yes, anything you want.”
Frank finally inched his way toward her.
Ben asked, “Where does it hurt Cheryl?”
“Just…here.” She pointed right above her pubic bone and Ben nodded as he reached out.
“Slow, slow, slow! Only one finger, just one!” Frank said with his pointer finger out. He touched her for two seconds and pulled back with a gasp. “It’s bleeding, it’s bleeding.” He put his palms against his eyeballs.
“Can you tell what’s wrong?”
“You did it!” he suddenly said, going stiff. “You did it to her! Before I woke up!”
“Oh shit.” He looked at her. “What happened?”
She covered her face with both hands, stifling sobs.
“I’m going to be sick,” Ben whispered pacing.
“You’re a bad person,” Frank yelled now. “You hurt her, you shouldn’t hurt her! You don’t hurt her, you never, never, never hurt her!” he yelled, slamming his palms into their head.
“Frank, Frank,” Cheryl called, making him gasp and look at her. “Come here,” she whispered.
“I didn’t do it,” he said, inching his way to the edge of the bed, looking away.
“Can you sit by me?”
“I think you’re really mad at Ben,” he said, like she should be.
“But I’m not mad at you. Come on,” she urged. “Right here.” She patted the bed next to her.
He finally sat, keeping his face turned away. “Thank you for trying to protect me,” she whispered, making Ben feel dirty and stupid. The soft stroke of her fingers over their head drew five kinds of chaos in their body from each of them. She pulled him down so their face was on her chest as she stroked their head. “Ben is very sorry. He’s not a bad person. He didn’t know how to stop the bad before, but now that you’re here, you’ll help him and protect me, won’t you?”
He nodded a lot against her. “Ben likes bubble baths. We’re building Bubble World together.”
She gave a soft gasp, kissing the top of their head. “I’ll have to come and see this Bubble World soon.”
He lifted his head, putting his face right in hers. “You can see it next time we take a Bubble Bath.
She smiled and nodded. “I would like that.”
“I don’t kiss, but I like your lips.” He put his head back on her chest, feeling her with his face. “I like this,” he said, softly poking her breast with his finger. “They’re like silky bubbles.”
Ben raised his head and looked at her, feeling Lucas there too while Irish just hung behind, willing Ben to part his lips so he could taste while this close. “It’s Ben,” he said, leaning to kiss her lips. “I’m sorry.”
She held his face and Irish leaned in, stealing a kiss, managing to slip in his tongue.
“Oh,” she whispered, her breath coming quickly, making Ben wonder what he’d done and how he didn’t know. Irish leaned in and licked along her lower lip, giving a pained groan. “I can taste her orgasm. I can bring it.” He licked along her upper lip and she gave a hot gasp.
“How are you…” she moaned. “Making it hot?”
“With my tongue,” he whispered. “And if I lick right on that spot between your legs, you’d have the hardest orgasm of your life.”
“I…I don’t…how…”
She suddenly pushed him away. “Ben?”
He lowered his head, gasping for air. “No.” He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her.
“Can we talk?”
“Yeah,” he hurried, unable to look still.
“Are you mad at him?” Frank asked her.
“No,” Cheryl hurried, seeming to recognize Frank’s worried voice.
“Because you said he was good.” Like it would confuse him if she were mad while he was good.
Ben turned and faced her more. “I know this is weird.”
She gave him a sympathetic look. “I just…feel like we need to talk about it and get it out, not let stuff…sit.”
What stuff is sitting? Lucas asked.
Probably marital problems from before, Irish assumed. I’m Irish by the way.
I’m Lucas.
I know, Irish said.
How do you know? Ben wondered. I thought you didn’t know.
I know now that he’s here.
So you forgot, Ben muttered, agitated with their favorite get-out-of-jail-free card. He rubbed his hands over his face with a “must be nice.” When his fingers neared his mouth, he sucked the middle one, causing heat to detonate in his cock at the sharp smell and taste of her. He’d just showered, and yet it was like he’d taken a long soak in her pussy. “Is it always like this?” he wondered, sure he wouldn’t survive that.
“Are you talking to me?” she asked, reminding him he was supposed to be.
He fisted his hands and forced them down. “I’m sorry. I’m listening.”
“To who?”
He turned more, facing her. “You. Let’s talk. What do you need to say?”
She stared at him, and Lucas drew pictures next to her head of what he was seeing. Her cowering in a corner, terrified. “What the fuck is that?” he muttered.
What I see.
“Are you scared?” he asked Cheryl, sure his perfect sight wasn’t so perfect.
“Scared? I am, but not of you.”
He regarded her and Lucas drew more pictures, one of her crying and depressed. “Of what? Are you sad?”
“I’m scared that…you need help and I don’t know how to give it.”
Lucas drew him in a hospital. “You think I should be hospitalized?” He blinked, wanting to see Lucas. “Where are you?” He blinked several more times, getting annoyed. “I want to see you and hear you.” He finally appeared, leaning on his cocky invisible wall-perch.
“Are you talking to me?” Cheryl asked.
He was looking right at her he realized. “No, I’m talking to Lucas.”
“That’s a new name,” she said, right as Lucas drew an image of her back in her scared corner.
“Stop doing that,” Ben ordered.
“Doing what?” Cheryl asked.
“Not you, Lucas. He draws shit from the words you say.”
“Like what?” she wondered, curious, bringing an image of somebody hiding.
“He thinks you’re scared of me, that you want me hospitalized, that you’re hiding from me or want to.”
“I never said any of those things,” Lucas said, using Ben’s mouth to speak.
The gasp Cheryl gave said he sounded different. “Was that him?”
“Yes, I’m Lucas,” he said, holding his hand out to her. Ben regarded it and yanked it back in his lap.
“You don’t need to introduce yourself,” Ben said.
“I don’t mind—”
“Well I mind!” Ben cut in, pissed. “You’re my wife! And Mr. He who cannot be named living or sleeping or lounging in my fucking head decided to force me to let his psychotic multiples-- fuck you-- in order for me to be ‘whole’.” Ben nodded with a pissed laugh. “I get to be wholly fucked up, right? That’s what I am if I’m having six voices in my head, all defined, whole people?”
“You have six?” she whispered.
“He technically has three now,” Frank volunteered with three fingers. “The fourth one was supposed to come when we…” he lowered his head. “Did private stuff with you that turns me into a superhuman. We catch on fire, but we aren’t burned,” he explained.
“That was Frank,” Ben said with a tight smile. “Thank you, Frank, for helping explain what our orgasms feel like when we’re all fucking my wife.” Ben patted his own shoulder, wondering if Cheryl was getting some idea of his predicament.
Ben wagged his hand, dispelling Lucas’s incoming drawing. “Stop with the images. You’re in my head, use your big-boy words.”
“Can I use my mouth, or would you like me to keep the big boy words only in your mind?”
“Out loud, where she can hear, I want her to hear what’s going on in this head, her husband’s cool new head with all the cool new minds and tricks.”
“Everything?” Lucas wondered.
“Eve
rything. She needs to know everything. Irish, you too.”
“I’m fine never being heard from,” he said.
Ben nodded with a smirk. “I’m sure you are, but that’s not how this is going to work. You don’t get to just occupy space and use my wife to sate your pleasure when you feel like it and check out at the human responsibility part.” Ben waited for a reply. “Hello?”
“Pretty sure it’s not just my pleasure I sated.”
Ben shot off the bed, wanting to strangle all of them, especially Mr. He.
“Ben?” Cheryl called. “I just want you to know that this isn’t easy for any of us.”
He spun to her. “Are you including them in this?”
“Well…it’s their head too and…we knew the memory wipe might not work.”
“What?” he half gasped. “Did you not hear how he masterminded it so it couldn’t work? I was set up for this, Cheryl! We both were!”
“You were going to die,” Lucas reminded him.
“Would that be worse than this?” Ben had to truly wonder.
“Don’t say that,” Cheryl pled.
He laughed at her. “Are you saying this is okay for you? Fucking seven people at a time? Because that’s how many you’re going to end up with,” he informed. “You’re okay with that? Because I’m not okay with that!”
“Stop yelling at her!” Frank shouted, while Lucas drew Cheryl covering her head from his assault. “She’s a good girl! She likes me too.”
“I know she likes you too, I’m sorry,” Ben said, hating himself when he forgot about Frank. “Not you, Frank, you don’t count. But these others in my brain…” he shook his head. “No. I don’t like it.”
“I don’t like it either, Ben,” Cheryl said.
“Well, it’s really hard to tell, Cheryl.”
“Ohhhhh, you’re making her mad, Ben, she’s getting mad,” Frank informed, pointing toward her without looking, not wanting to see her angry. Thanks to Lucas’s images, he saw it clearly.
“Maybe she should get mad,” Ben decided, eyeing her now while she eyed him. “Maybe she should be really pissed.”
“What good does being mad do?” she asked, her voice firm. “Will it change anything? Will it make the…fractures go away? If it will, I’ll get mad, I’ll get furious. You tell me, is that what I need? I’m just wanting to help make this bearable. I can’t change it, but I can’t lose you either. And if I have to…share you with other personalities, then that’s what I’ll do if that’s what it takes to keep you. Do I like it? No! I didn’t marry ten men!”
