Reaching for the next increment of pleasure.

And the next and the next.

So that now, they are a closed circuit of rampant sexual energy, which goes round and round with ever increasing intensity.

So that delight becomes ecstasy and ecstasy swells into rapture.

Hotter and hotter they become.

Higher and higher they rise now toward their shared sexual paradise.

Or lower and lower, down, down, down into the intimate, libidinous darkness of innermost sexual fulfillment.

Or either and both, at one and the same time. As they become dizzy, disoriented, not knowing, not caring which side is up, or how fast or where they are headed, as time and space give way to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure which excite them, molecule by molecule.

Until they are at their fullest, brimming with the floodtide of the pleasure they have generated.

Which increases inexorably, its pressure growing and growing within them.

Until they are coming and coming, the pussies of the pair that shares the dildo milking it for all they are worth, the contractions, the spasms of their multiple orgasms extracting from the rubber monster all the pleasure they are capable of containing and more.

So that now, the ultimate pleasure, the pleasure beyond pleasure is in control of them.

And they are jerking this way and that, only their mouths, tongues accelerating to vibrator speed in the third one's ass hole and cunt, continuing to work away.

So that she too climaxes, her multiple orgasms almost making her pass out with the excess, the surfeit of pleasure, the indescribable transport into a realm of delicious, irresistible sensations which control her completely.

So that now, the three of them jerk frenetically, puppets on invisible strings, in the threes of their series of orgasms.

Which rise to a peak and then slowly allow them to float back down to earth.

Or rise from its depths.