Chapter 5

Chapter

Five

Ana

P ain and pleasure meld into one. My mind blurs as Flame's perfect cock drives inside me—a long, fiery rod, splitting my body in two, going so deep I feel friction on the outside of my belly against the chaise.

His seed erupts inside me, and Flame bites down on my shoulder.

Yes. Yes. Yes. This.

In this moment there is nothing in the world beyond this glorious combination of pleasure and pain, the marvel of what Flame's delivering to my body, what he's erasing from my mind.

Reality flashes back in.

No. No. No. Phil cannot be gone. I won't allow that to be true. I can't.

"More," I shout. "Harder. Faster. Hurt me. Burn me. I need more."

"What the fuck?" Crusher's booming voice enters my consciousness, but I have no way to respond or even turn my head to verify it was his voice I heard.

Flame's fangs release from my throat as he shifts his position. He lifts my hips off the edge of the chaise. Remaining buried in my ass, he moves more slowly now, and the melted ice drips out of me, chilling my clit.

"Please." My voice returns. "Please, help me forget."

One of Flame's fingers lands on my clit, and my body explodes, thrashing and arching as he continues to push his stiff rod against the force of my contractions. For a few blissful moments, every thought in my mind is erased by the pleasure shaking through me.

As my orgasm subsides—aftershocks rattling through me, and my body jerking—I hear mumbling nearby, but can't make out any words or even who's talking. All I know is that I need something else to happen and soon. I need to keep my mind focused on pleasure, on sex—on pain—so I can force out my emotions.

I'm suddenly jealous of the brothers' abilities to bury theirs. I'd do anything to avoid this deep ache in my heart.

"I'm too big for her ass." Crusher's voice drifts into my consciousness. "I hurt her last time."

Flame pulls out of my ass.

"No," I cry out.

"See?" Crusher says. "She says no."

I shake my head against the chaise. He misunderstood. Crusher's all-consuming size stretching my tight hole is exactly what I need right now, but I struggle to form any words.

"Yes. Crusher. Ass. Please."

The chaise, with me on it, lifts and then drops onto the carpet from whatever its back legs were perched on. Then instantly, Flame is inside me again, pumping quickly into my ass from a different angle, and I'm only vaguely aware as Crusher straddles the chaise in front of my head, his feet on either side of it as he leans against its back. My ass is in the air now, my arms and legs no longer tied, and I brace on my elbows, as Flame continues to drive into me from behind.

Crusher's thickness juts up not far from my upturned face, filling my vision, exciting me, raising my expectations and escalating my craving to experience intense ordeals that will test my body's limits and wipe everything else from my mind.

"I want—" My voice seizes around my words as Flame hits extra deep.

Then he slows his pace, and everything I've been thinking pours out of my throat at once.

"I need to be impaled on Crusher's cock. In fact, I need all three of you to fill me. One after the other. Or all at once. However you can make it happen, I need to feel you all. I need to be stuffed so full there's no room left inside me for anything else."

My mind is scrambling, racing. I know that what I asked for isn't possible, but my subconscious is begging for my body to be destroyed by these three men all at once. The fullness of Crusher in my ass, might alone be enough to force out the sadness in my mind, the pain in my heart.

All three men's hands are now on my body, stroking me, kneading my softest places, and I close my eyes, willing every muscle inside me to go limp. Now that I've expressed my request, now that I've given them permission to do the impossible, I need these men to make all the decisions. I know the effect of what I need but can't begin to imagine the ways they might actually deliver the mind erasing experiences I crave.

Lifting my upper body off the chaise, Blade kisses me tenderly. And as we kiss, my body shifts positions, until I'm upright, my legs dangling, my body limp. And I continue to kiss Blade, while my ass remains impaled on Flame's stabbing cock.

Hungry for Blade, I draw his tongue between my lips, and our kiss deepens as I rock my hips against Flame's burning thrusts. He must be kneeling on the end of the chaise now, but I can't be certain and don't care. Both men moan, and their rumbling sounds vibrate inside me as Blade's tongue and Flame's cock probe my mouth and asshole.

My mind drifts on a sea of pleasure, and my tongue strokes Blade's as he stabs his deep inside my mouth, exciting me in ways I never knew could come from a kiss. I want to draw Blade's tongue down my throat. Then, imagining it's his long cock, I moan into our kiss.

My legs bend. From behind, Flame's hands are sliding up the backs of my thighs, shifting my knees toward my shoulders and changing the angle of his cock's penetration in my ass. He's not quite as deep now, but the new direction has stretched my opening wider, and I moan into Blade's mouth as my body adjusts to the burning pressure.

"Ready?" Flame asks.

My mouth is too occupied to respond, and I'm not even sure it was me he was asking. And then I lose track of who's doing what, as my body is transported through space, and I lose contact with Blade's lips for a moment.

Flame's cock exits my body, but I'm too wrapped up in passion to complain, and then, within seconds, something else pushes against my still gaping back entrance. Blade once again captures my lips, and a new set of hands supports me from behind.

Crusher. Crusher is holding me now. One of his steel-like arms is wrapped around my folded body, now facing away from him. And it's Crusher's thick head seeking entrance to my ass.

Blade's tongue strokes mine, and his hands caress my body. Then Crusher's grip on me tightens, and his massive cock breaches my opening.

I scream into Blade's mouth, but Flame whispers words of encouragement into my ear, and his hands slide over my thighs and my hips, soothing and relaxing me as my body accepts the gigantic intrusion. I whimper into the kiss as my physical pain mingles with pleasure, but I don't care whether it's pain or pleasure I'm feeling, if it erases my much deeper agony.

All three men have their hands on me now, and they all work together, all their fingers stroking and caressing, gripping and kneading and pinching. I can't make sense of what's happening, or who's doing what, or touching me where. All I know is my body is lifting and lowering over a massive intrusion.

Without any effort on my part, my body is rising and falling, over and over, and the movements are gradually stretching me inside, as my body learns again, how to accept the girth and length of Crusher's huge cock.

Grief strikes me hard, and I gasp.

I'll never feel Phil's thickness inside me again. I'll never feel his arms around me or his unexpectedly tender touch. I'm about to drown in despair, but then Crusher drives up hard, and the intense fullness wipes every other thought from my mind.

Lifting and lowering my body, the men work together to pump me over Crusher's thickness, and I willingly take him in deeper and deeper, the pain now replaced by intense pleasure, and I drift on every sensation, not allowing anything else to occupy even a millimeter of awareness inside me.

As Crusher stuffs me, going deeper and deeper each time I'm dropped, a few welcome emotions squeeze into my psyche. I'm overwhelmed with gratitude for these men, for how they're ensuring there's no room in my mind, or my body, for anything but Crusher. No room for anything beyond good thoughts, as I ride on the intense pleasure they're delivering.

These men are putting my needs above their own, tamping down their own losses to give me what I need. I'm not folded so tightly now, and their hands touch me everywhere, squeezing and stroking—brushing my taut nipples and stroking my clit, my pussy entrance. And all the time, Blade continues to kiss me as Crusher's cock drives its way straight into my soul.

His strong hands tighten their grip on my thighs, folding me, as he tips me back further. Then he releases my legs, and they fall in front of me, striking Blade's chest. And still Crusher thrusts up from his seat on the chaise, using gravity and his arms to control the speed and range of his penetration that's become so deep, I can't imagine taking any more of him inside me.

But somehow, I do take more. And his thickness stimulates places I never knew had nerves. Crusher's penetrating my chest, my throat, my head, and he continues to lift and lower me over his stiff thickness, taking me miles past my limits. I'm about to cry out that he's gone deep enough, when I feel the smack of his body striking my ass.

Fully inside me now, Crusher pumps me even harder, thrusting up each time he uses his arms to slam my body down against his lap. And Blade holds my ankles as they slide against his chest and shoulders.

My mouth is fully open, air cools my tongue and throat, and I realize Blade's lips are no longer connected to mine. Opening my eyes, I discover his silver eyes watching me. Heat and lust consume his expression as Flame strokes Blade at the same pace I'm being vigorously pumped over Crusher's cock.

Flame releases Blade's cock and intense pain stabs my chest.

Gasping, I turn toward Flame at my side. He's tightly pinching both of my nipples, and the pain radiates, flooding me with newfound pleasures. Flame licks his lips, and his eyes bore into mine. He's carefully gauging what I'm feeling, making sure he hasn't gone too far. Making sure that Crusher's thickness, depth and vigor haven't torn me apart.

I trust Flame. I trust him completely. I trust all three of these men. None of them would ever hurt me, not really hurt me, but Flame's eyes are reassuring me that he plans to be the one to make sure of that. He's letting me know that, as much as he loves these other two men, he would rip out their throats if they ever truly hurt me.

As I rise and fall over Crusher's thick cock, Blade's fingers start to stroke through my folds, teasing both my entrance and my clit, but never focussing in one place long enough to give me full satisfaction in either. I want to squirm, I want to react to the new stimulation, but Crusher's tight hold as he pounds me over the length of his cock, leaves me no way to move any part of my body.

Flame's fingers loosen their searing hold on my nipples, and the relief sends another hard rush of pleasure that races to touch everywhere in my body. Flame has set even my scalp and my toenails on fire. Then just as that pain starts to fade, he drips hot wax on my nipples.

I cry out, my body pulsing with the burn of every nerve ending exploding inside me at once, trying to respond to the massive stimulation in my ass and in my breasts.

Flame repeats these cycles over and over, pinching and releasing, dripping wax and then ice, delivering pain then removing it, as Crusher continues to thrust in my ass, and Blade strokes through my folds with contrasting gentleness.

"Shift her lower," Blade says.

Crusher slides against the back of the chaise, tipping me more fully against his chest, and my bent legs rise even higher.

Kneeling in front of me, Blade shifts his hands from my folds to the backs of my spread thighs. Crusher's legs are on either side of the chaise now, his feet bracing on the floor to power his thrusts.

Blade's erection slides through my folds, borrowing the motion of Crusher's drives to stimulate my sex. And it's the best thing I've ever felt.

I take back my earlier fantasies.

I don't need three, or even two cocks inside me at once. One cock, combined with external stimulation is beyond intense and far more than enough.

Looking deeply into Blade's silvery eyes, I float away on bliss as his cock slips through my folds and over my clit, as Flame continues to play with my nipples, to stroke my throat, alternating between both places and keeping me guessing.

And then just when I think I've hit my apex of pleasure and gratitude, Flame leans in from the side, turning my face toward his and stealing my attention with a passionate kiss.

I'm in heaven now, drifting higher and higher, rising far above the real world and all of its sadness and danger. All I need in this life is Crusher's thick cock in my ass, Blade's long one stimulating my folds, and Flame's hands roaming everywhere else, as our lips and tongues spar with the other's.

Blade shifts. And before I can process what's happened, his long, stiff cock stabs into me. Instinctively, my body tries to fight the extra intrusion, arguing that there's no more room for anything beyond Crusher inside me, but then my pussy turns greedy.

I try to shift my position, so that I can take in more of Blade's length, but the men seem to know what I need, where my boundaries lie. I have no need to control my body's position and couldn't move if I tried.

Blade adjusts on the chaise, so he can more fully thrust into me, and all the air leaves my lungs as his long cock strokes against Crusher's through my internal, hyper-sensitive walls.

Crusher thrusts into me hard and deep, and then he holds me down, keeping me still with him fully in my ass. Then Blade stabs into me with more rigor, moving faster and faster, and creating so much heat and friction I scream into Flame's mouth.

Then one of Flame's hands slides from where it's been tormenting my breasts. And his finger slips between me and Blade to circle my clit.

He's likely also grazing Blade's cock as it slides in and out of me. And all four of us are moaning now, the sound like a chorus of pleasure, rising toward an infinite crescendo.

Wriggling, I struggle to move as my need for an orgasm elevates. But Flame's finger is avoiding direct contact with my clit, and I can't get there. I'm feeling far too much, and my frustration lets reality slip back in.

I break from Flame's kiss, panting, closing my eyes, hoping some focus will help me return to the clouds, to the ocean of pleasure that wiped out everything else. And hopefully bring me the orgasmic relief that I need.

It's hard to imagine feeling more pleasure. Hard to imagine more pleasure even existing in this world, and yet what these three men are delivering is no longer enough to wipe clear my mind.

"More," I call out. "Stuff me so full there's no room to remember."

My eyes are still tightly closed, but I sense as the men shift positions. And then they still. Crusher's fully inside my ass, but only the head of Blade's cock is lodged inside my sex.

"She's too small," Blade says.

"Let's try," Flame replies, and I open my eyes to see that he's now straddling us all, leaning one arm against the chaise behind Crusher, with his back toward Blade.

Holding his cock with one hand, Flame rests it against Blade's. Then fingers stretch me, as the men try to ease his cock inside me next to Blade's. The pain is intense, so I squeeze my eyes shut again, trying to relax, not wanting Flame to see my discomfort and possibly give up.

Because I want this. I asked for this, and I need to let them figure out if it's possible. I can't begin to imagine how both Flame and Blade could ever breach my pussy's entrance at the same time, even if my body weren't already stuffed full of Crusher.

"Got it!" Flame cries out.

All the air vacates my chest.

Searing pain consumes me, wiping out the entire world. But then relief spreads too.

Because this is the solution. This pain, this pressure, all of it gradually turning into pleasure, will erase my ability to think, to feel anything beyond what these men and their gloriously hard rods are doing inside me. All three at once.

Flame thrusts. Both his and Blade's heads are fully inside me now, stretching my opening wider than I ever imagined was possible.

And once in, Flame pauses as Blade pushes himself all the way back inside me. My pussy is screaming, objecting to the intense stretching, but I breathe deeply, letting myself adjust.

Buried deep, Blade stills, and then Flame starts to pump, his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside me, stretching my very being, until he's in as deep as Blade. Their cocks are not only filling me beyond imagination, they're stroking against each other's and no doubt putting added pressure on Crusher's cock, deep in my ass.

Flame groans. We all grown, and new nerve endings detonate inside me as the heads of Flame and Blade's cocks strike each other each time Flame thrusts. Then all three men pause, remaining still inside me, for what feels like hours.

My body vibrates and throbs around them; all my blood rushes to meet their cocks; all their blood rushes to join mine; and our combined heat and power meet at the intersection of our bodies. Inside me, their three cocks vibrate and twitch, pulsating deep inside me, even though no one is moving.

"Fuck her," growls Crusher. "Fuck her now."

Flame starts to drive.

All four of us groan in unison, as Flame thrusts and thrusts, pounding himself into me, stroking against Blade, and no doubt pushing Blade's cock harder and harder against Crusher's. I can only guess how it's feeling for each of the men. All I can know with certainty is my intense stimulation, the absolute ecstasy that this is creating for me.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," I shout as my head bangs against Crusher's chest, striking him so hard I might bruise him. And Flame continues to fuck me roughly, to fuck us all as the other two men remain still inside me, and I lose track of everything else in the world.

One of them yells. One of them ejaculates in my pussy, but it's hard for me to tell whether it's Blade or Flame. Maybe it's both because I can feel both of their essences flowing through me. Before I can concentrate enough to work it out, Crusher starts to pump in my ass again. His powerful hips thrust up from below, sliding his massive cock once again, creating potent friction, and lifting all three of us with his punishing thrusts.

"Holy shit. Hold on!" Flame yells, but I know he's not talking to me, because, even if I wanted to, there's no chance I could hold onto anything, or control any of this. Crusher continues to pound me up against the other men's bodies, and both of them are sliding inside me too.

With a roaring shout, Crusher shoots his load in my ass.

Explosions detonate in my mind, and Crusher uses the increased lubrication to pump faster, and all three men continue to thrust too.

In and out. Harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. Then slower. Then faster.

At times, all three thrust together, filling me beyond belief. At times they drive against each other, Blade and Flame working in opposition inside my sex. I stop even trying to keep track of their actions as the three magical rods slide inside me, creating more and more friction, more and more pressure, more and more pleasure than I have ever imagined.

My eyes refuse to open, and I'm not sure I could see if they did. My entire world is consumed by the three cocks ramming hard and deep inside me, simultaneously hitting every sensitive spot in existence. Every time I think I've hit my limit, every moment I consider telling the men I can't bear any more pleasure, one of them changes their motions, taking me to an entirely new place, and I can no longer bear the thought of any one of them stopping. Not ever.

Before meeting these men, I longed to explore the world, but they've revealed the entire universe, without us even leaving the room.

Another orgasm strikes me, finally. My entire body contracts and convulses, and all four of us shout at once, broadcasting our heightened pleasure, as we continue to move as one, working in concert, each moment lifting us higher and higher—further and further away from reality.

And I never—ever—want this to end.