by Allie Ritch
My cry was helpless and feral as my channel contracted around his shaft. He pushed in all the way so I had his full length to cling to. I could barely breathe through the pulses; they were so strong.
By the time they subsided, I was boneless. Charles withdrew his still turgid cock from me, and Chad and Chuck finally released their hold on my legs. Chad rolled me onto my side to face him and cupped my cheek. He took my mouth with his and flicked his tongue behind my teeth.
I felt like he was drinking in my soul with his kiss. Our breath mingled, and all thought vanished. When he drew back, I could only stare at him in a daze. Then he gave a nod to my husband behind me, and Chuck pressed himself along my back. Someone—Charles, I think—helped position my left leg so Chuck could lie on his side and notch the tip of his dick against my opening. His hot breath washed over my nape.
“‘Nothing in the world is single; / All things by a law divine…’”
It took me a moment to realize Chuck—my lawn-mowing, beer-drinking, Mr. Fix-It Chuck—was quoting a Percy Bysshe Shelley poem for me. Chad must have taught him the lines from “Love’s Philosophy.”
Chuck’s voice turned low and gravelly, like sandpaper rubbing me from the inside out. “‘In one spirit meet and mingle— / Why not I with thine?’”
He punctuated the last line with a heavy thrust that brought his hips in tight to my buttocks. It was a hell of an exclamation mark too. I was already so wet and swollen from Charles that I felt a preorgasmic quake ricochet around my womb.
The wait must have been a trial for Chuck. He made up for it now by grasping my hip and settling into a fast piston motion. The whole mattress vibrated from the speed of his strokes, and his harsh grunts filled my ears.
Facing me, Chad watched my expression with an intensity that made me feel exposed right down to my soul. He used his fingers to deliver light pinches to my nipples, while Charles massaged my foot and ran his hands up and down my left leg. It was like making love to a six-armed man. Hands were everywhere.
Still galloping for the finish line, Chuck slid his palm from my hip to my slit. He parted my glossy curls with one callused finger and found my clit. I squealed when he stripped back the hood and brushed the exposed head. The sound must have excited him because he pounded me harder.
Charles’s salacious chuckle reached me from the foot of the bed. “You make such provocative noises, Fila. I never get tired of them. That’s it, Chuck. Keep at her.”
“She’s going to come again,” Chad said. He was looking right at me. “She always screws her face up like that just before she orgasms really hard.”
There was no time to retort. One more stroke of Chuck’s cock in my sheath and the pad of his finger over my clit, and I climaxed again. He continued to work his dick in and out of my quivering channel, dragging out the orgasm and refusing to give my pussy something steady to hold on to. After ten more thrusts, Chuck finally went rigid and pumped his cum into me. He released a long, satisfied groan.
After three orgasms, I should have been done in. Instead, I felt a lurch of anticipation when Chad released my nipples with shaking hands.
“Uh!” The feel of Chuck pulling his cock free sent a hard pulse through my channel, but I didn’t turn to look at him.
My attention was currently focused on the man gazing at me so tenderly.
“I adore you,” Chad whispered. “I’ll never stop loving you.”
Too overcome to speak, I rested my hand on his cheek, where new stubble grazed my palm. I hoped he could see in my eyes everything I felt for him.
When he reached for me, I expected him to pull me over his body and make gentle love to me. He surprised me by rolling me onto my stomach on the mattress.
“I don’t have to see your face to feel your love for me.” He brushed aside my hair to kiss my nape. “I feel it here.” He kissed my back just behind my heart. “And here.”
Chad parted my legs with his thigh and slid his cock home. I was impaled anew, filled to bursting in more ways than one. He pulled my hips up so that my weight rested on my hands and knees, and two men slipped beneath me. Chuck got his face under my dangling breasts and began lavishing attention on them with his mouth. At the same time, Charles’s grin appeared before me. He fisted the hair at the back of my head and pulled me down for a kiss. His tongue shot deep at the same time Chad began to take me. It felt like the tips of tongue and cock should have met somewhere in the middle of me.
If anyone could push me past all bounds of sanity it was Charles. His kiss was consuming—all demand and fire and promise. Behind me, Chad was strength and grace incarnate as he glided his erection in and out of my pussy in a beguiling dance that spoke of sultry breezes and orgasms under the stars. I grew light-headed and didn’t care.
Although he kept his strokes smooth, Chad began to jackrabbit his cock in and out. Already primed, I tumbled over the edge in no time and poured my scream into Charles’s mouth. I was never sure when Chad would join me or would hold out to rain more pleasure on me. The kick of his erection and the subsequent warmth of his seed gave me my answer a minute later. I was glad. I didn’t think they could rip any more climaxes from me, though it would sure be fun trying.
“Oh!” I’d forgotten about Charles.
Chuck gave up my breast and made room for my controlling husband to shift his full body beneath me before I collapsed. His cock against my thigh was as hard as ever.
Three sets of hands maneuvered my exhausted body into position. Chuck wound up kneeling over Charles’s legs behind me, supporting me as I straddled Charles’s lap. Chad sat facing me beside Charles, where he could easily reach my breasts and face and thighs. He stroked his hands over me and spoiled me with kisses while Chuck got me into position. With a firm shove, they lowered me on to Charles’s standing cock.
I whimpered. “I can’t. Not again.”
My leg muscles were shot. There was no way I could ride him, and I wasn’t sure my intimate muscles had anything left, either.
“Shhh.” Chad leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. “Just relax. You don’t have to do anything.”
“Just sit there and take it.” Charles tweaked my nipple.
I scowled down at him, but even that exercise required too much energy. Rather than fight them, I surrendered to their strength.
Pressed against my back, Chuck lifted me up and down on Charles’s cock and added a push of his hips to make the ring of my pussy swirl like a little hoop around the hard column of flesh. I cried out, shocked by the renewed pleasure.
Meanwhile, Chad continued to pet me, both soothing me and arousing me despite my fatigue. “There you go.” He sounded proud of me. “Let your husbands take care of you.”
Charles lifted into every thrust, working the stony head of his cock inside me in coordination with Chuck. I could see his stomach muscles bunching with every stroke, and he didn’t try to hide the primal satisfaction on his face. He liked seeing me raw and open and out of control.
I dropped my head back on Chuck’s shoulder and rocked it from side to side. It seemed impossible, but new tension coiled tighter and tighter in my womb. I didn’t think it would ever break free. Or if it did, I doubted I had the strength to withstand it.
“Don’t fight me.” Charles thrust up higher, shooting his cock deep. “Take your present, Fila. This is for you.”
The tremors radiating from my core were so slow I didn’t realize I was coming at first. Then the full strength of them blasted through me, and I screamed until I was hoarse. Charles barked something vulgar beneath me and finally let himself ejaculate. My inner nerve endings were so sensitive his cum felt scorching.
I really did go boneless. By the time Charles came up empty, I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. The three of them had to lift me off him and tuck me into bed. I ended up part of a club sandwich, exhausted and peaceful and utterly sated.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
I wasn’t certain which one said it, but I mustered
a tired smile. “Best birthday ever.”
And with any luck, I’d have sixty or seventy more like this. Here. In our home. With the three loves of my life.
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References
1. “Multiverse” was a term first used in 1895 by Harvard University philosopher and psychologist William James (1842–1910).
2. Gregor Mendel (1822–1884) was the scientist and friar considered to be the father of genetics.
3. “Sonnet 1” by William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
4. “Sonnet 13” by William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
5. “How Do I Love Thee?” (1850) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861)
6. “The Magic Cup” by Jean de La Fontaine (1621–1695)
7. “A Complaint” (1806) by William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
8. “Sonnet 20” by William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
9. “A Woman Waits for Me” (1855) in Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman (1819–1892)
10. “Love’s Philosophy” (1820) by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
Loose Id Titles by Allie Ritch
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Switching Positions
Allie Ritch
Allie Ritch spends her time wandering around in her own little world in the Southeastern United States. She has an active imagination and loves fantastical elements, including those found in sci-fi, paranormal, and fantasy works. Allie enjoys entertaining others through storytelling and has fun spicing things up in erotic romance. When she’s not working, she’s appreciating the ocean and sunshine and keeping the company of a toy poodle who tries to French kiss everyone he meets.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
References
Loose Id Titles by Allie Ritch
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