The second time, I sprawled myself across the bed and let him take me doggy style. Lying flat on my face, with my hand on my pussy, fingers scratching at my clitoris, I felt him press hard into me from behind, the angle forcing his cock high into me and sending spasms through me with every thrust.

With Edward still inside me, I scooted down the bed and called for Mr Loverman.

"On the bed, Mr Loverman. On your knees, rest your arms on the bedstead." He did as I instructed without a murmer and I reached up and slapped his backside. "Well done, Mr Loverman," I panted, my voice breathless and breaking with the sensations Edward was sending through me.

As Edward continued to pound into me I stretched forward and felt for Mr Loverman's butt plug. It had been in there all day, and must have been exceedingly uncomfortable by now. I grabbed the bulbous end and shook it, forcing the plug inside him to swivel up and down. He let out a yell and hid his head in his arms as he rested them on the bedstead. I continued to toy with him, tweaking his plug every few moments, tugging it up and down and listening to his moans of quiet agony. All the while, Edward was fucking me from behind, his cock still hard despite its hectic evening, and I felt a third, enormous climax well up within me. I stretched my left hand up Mr Loverman's thigh and reached for his cock. He sensed what I was doing and, no doubt in the hope of some hand relief, moved towards me. As if. I gripped the base of his cock and his balls and squeezed hard. He let out an agonised scream and I came at that instant, squeezing him harder with every spasm of my climax, his yells adding to my excitement and prolonging the moment, prolonging the delight, prolonging the perfection. I bucked and shook beneath Edward, and the force of my movement hastened his climax too, and he shot his third load of the evening deep into my throbbing pussy. Moaning and sighing, I arced my back and thrust my arse towards him, feeling his cock slide effortlessly in and out of me, in and out, in and out, slower and slower, shorter and shorter, until he finally stopped. Gradually, I came back to earth, came back to my senses, and my vice-like grip on Mr Loverman's appendage loosened. He groaned, his muscles relaxing, his body going limp.

"Wow," I cried. "Wow. I'm throbbing all over."

"Me too," said Edward.

"Expect he is too," I continued, slapping Mr Loverman again. He was still rock-hard, his cock a livid purple, the head stretched taut. Pre-cum glistened on his pee-hole and he was clearly desperate for relief.

"Expect you'd like to be put out of your misery now, Mr Loverman?" I whispered into his ear. "You've been a big, hard boy all evening, haven't you, with that big, nasty plug inside you all day. Haven't you, little man?"

He nodded, pain etched on his face.

"Very well, you've been a good boy all day, you deserve your little reward." I stroked my hand against my pussy, sliding my fingers between my lips and drawing up Edward's sperm and my juices, coating and covering my fingers with them. "Bend over, Mr Loverman."

He did so, and I smeared the come around the base of his plug. I repeated the action until the plug was as well greased as I could manage.

"Expect this will hurt a bit, at first," I said, and yanked the plug out of his arse. Immediately, I thrust it back in, and then out again, and then in again. There was considerable resistance to begin with, but gradually Edward's sperm began to lubricate it, and it started to move fairly easily. Mr Loverman emitted a shrill scream and balled his hands into tight fists. At first, I thrust the plug in and out in a straight line, but then I began to experiment, twisting it first to the left, and then the right, then back and then forward. Pushing it downwards, so that it was pointing at the floor, seemed to have the greatest effect on him, causing all his muscles to contract, and I concentrated on that line. I pushed hard and deep, faster and faster, and within a minute I saw Mr Loverman's body tense and his sphincter muscles contract and expand repeatedly. I knew he was about to come.

I thrust again, harder than ever, pushing down as far as I could, ensuring maximum contact with his prostate, and he yelled as he came, sobbing as his climax ripped through him, his cock spurting out its fluid unaided by any contact. He was bent double and the sperm flew out of his cock in a powerful arc and landed full on his face. Three or four violent spurts pulsed onto his cheek, then a few, lesser ones fell impotently short of him and landed on the carpet. I continued to wield the plug in his arse, plunging it relentlessly in and out of him for a few more seconds, then swung to a halt. I left the plug embedded within him.

"There you are, then," I said. "Now lick all that mess up. Especially the stuff on the carpet. We don't want complaints from the cleaners in the morning, do we?"