He pushes it toward me slightly, just to tease. As I approach him, I start to figure it out.
“Is that… lube? Why would I need—”
My voice chokes off as I realize what he’s implying. Now I understand why they both intended to be here.
Wiggling his eyebrows, Trey rubs his hands together. “You’re going to love it, baby, trust me.”
“We’ll go as slow as you need,” Brock assures me.
My stomach twinges. This makes me very nervous. I’ve never had anyone—never, not anyone—even ask to touch my asshole, let alone put anything in it. It always seemed like an incredibly dirty thing to do. Definitely taboo, and probably a lot more fun for them than it is for me.
But I did sign a contract, so….
“You’re, um, going to have to show me what to do,” I mutter uncertainly. “I mean, I’ve never—”
“That’s the best part!” Trey nods avidly. “You’re an ass virgin. You’ve never had anybody, so we’re the first. We’ll show you everything.”
“Yes, we’re thrilled!”
“So… you can’t both get in there, though, right? I mean, who’s going to do the honors?”
“I will,” Trey grins broadly. “After all, I saw your ass first.”
“Yeah, pretty sure that’s cheating but whatever,” Brock sulks.
Grinning, I remember when we met on the airplane. It was pure chance, my first flight and his rare appearance in a commercial airline because of the jet being unavailable. I wonder about the billion things that had to go right to make that coincidence happen just that way.
“I did not show you my ass,” I school him. “You’re making that part up.”
“Oh, I could see it… maybe it was just my vivid imagination, but I could see it that first time you walked in front of me. I thought to myself… now that is definitely an asshole I would like to break in.”
“Trey!” I object, swatting his arm. He catches my hand in midair and pulls me to him, wrapping his other arm around my waist. As his lips close over mine, his hand drifts down to cup my butt cheek, and then his fingers slide right into my crack. His fingertip taps against my hole, as though knocking on the door.
“At least eat her first, Trey,” Brock sighs irritably. I can tell he is salty about giving away his chance to get to me first.
“Oh, I’ll do more than that. Get on the bed, Brock. I’m going to let you get your dick wet for a minute, okay?”
“Oh! Now we are talking!”
In a flash, Brock is completely naked and on the bed, propped up on the pillows and grinning savagely. He licks his lips and begins fisting his cock though it is already hard for me.
My body clenches and twangs in response, as though connected to him by an invisible line. Like there is an electric wire between us and if he is turned on, I am turned on too.
“Straddle his face,” Trey says in my ear, from behind me. His breath is hot and silky in my ear. He slides his hands over my body, igniting me wherever he touches me. I arch my back and lean into him.
“Yes, thank you,” I nod.
Brock holds out his hands for me as I climb onto the bed. He lifts me up effortlessly and places me across his shoulders, my knees on either side of him. The skirt of my nightgown, I notice, easily drapes over his head, out of the way and out of danger. I might actually get to wear this nightie again sometime.
Brock’s hands massage my thighs as he guides my pussy around his face, slurping and tongue-fucking me enthusiastically. Fireworks shoot through my pelvis as I feel my nipples tighten. Holding onto the headboard for balance, I slide my free hand into the brassiere and pinch my nipples between my fingers. I’m still tender from yesterday with Sully, but it starts to feel so good.
“Yeah, that’s it, brother,” Trey coaches. “Get her nice and wet for me.”
“Mm-hmm,” Brock acknowledges, the vibrations of his hum shooting through my clit. I wish he could do that for a few minutes at a time. I would come like a firehose.
As his tongue flutters over my inner lips, I feel myself starting to come. I let it build, then release it all at once along with a gush of my juices that he eagerly slurps up.
As I’m recovering from the orgasm, I feel hands on my hips, and I’m suddenly lifted, held steady by more hands on my shoulders. I barely have time to register the change when I realize they are working together to move me, to mount me on Brock’s hard dick.