He hissed in a breath and let out several curse words.
I kept on taking him and was vaguely aware of Dean moving me, lifting my body until I was on all fours on the chaise, my butt in the air.
“Your ass is divine,” I heard him say over the music, which was reaching the booming crescendo of this year’s summer hit, Strawberries and Screams. He smoothed his palms over the globes of my butt, trailed his fingers down the backs of my thighs and urged my knees apart.
Dean positioned me as he wanted. My mouth was so full of Tim, Tim and his glorious cock, that I had no mind to object. Tim was tickling the back of my throat now and I concentrated on controlling my gag reflex. He was so wide, so hard, the beating of his pulse filled my mouth the way the beating of the music filled the bathroom. I wanted all of him. I wanted his entire shaft in my mouth until my nose was lost in his scratchy pubic hair.
“Honey, that’s it, jeez,” Tim groaned, pulling out and gently pushing back in. “So fucking deep in your throat. It’s awesome.”
He kept a firm hold of my head and began to fuck my mouth, in and out, carefully and considerately. Touching the back of my throat but not ramming into it. My gag reflex relaxed and soon he was slipping down farther than I would have ever thought possible.
Dean was on the chaise behind me, exploring my lower back and my butt cheeks. His fingers slipped to my pussy and two thick digits pushed into my hot entrance, stretching and filling me deliciously.
He leaned over and his chest hair touched my shoulder blades. “You’re so ready for it, Sylvia,” he said. “So damn ready, I’m not going to waste any more time.”
If I hadn’t been pretty sure what he was talking about already, the hint of latex that suddenly touched my nostrils would have filled in the blanks. I went to nod, went to say yes. But I was at Tim’s mercy and he controlled my head and my mouth as he continued his thorough oral fucking.
Dean lifted up from my back. Curled his fingers around my hips and positioned the tip of his sheathed cock at my now-sopping entrance. I jerked my butt encouragingly, my pussy trembling with the need to feel him ramming in.
But he made no move to ram in. He stayed patiently poised, just teasing my entrance. Tim pulled out of my mouth. He didn’t move away, just kept the end of his cock hovering at my lips.
“You want us both?” Dean asked from behind me in a low, deep voice that was so damn sexy.
“Yes,” I said, squirming. I was going to combust. My skin, my blood, my brain was burning for it. “Yes, yes I want you. I need you inside me…now.”
“Are you sure?” Tim asked, rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks.
“God, yes,” I said, reaching forward for his cock, desperate to get it in my mouth again.
“How much?” Dean asked, tightening his hold on my hips to keep me still. “Tell us how much you want us, Sylvia.”
“More than anything,” I said breathlessly. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything before in my life.”
“I think we can safely say she wants us,” Tim said, and I could hear a smile in his voice.
“Yep, I think we better give it to her,” Dean said tightly.
Then I was being filled.
Tim rode his cock back into my mouth, gliding smoothly over my tongue and palate until he touched my throat. My jaw stretched taut as his hot, steely hardness invaded me.
Dean pushed forward, penetrating my pussy with his long, rigid cock. My tight muscles clamped at the determined plunge. It had been a long time since I’d accommodated a real, live cock. My Lady Finger vibrator had been the most fun I’d had in six months. But Dean didn’t know this and he kept riding up, forcing his way through taut tissue that stretched and burned, giving me a wonderfully tight sensation.
“Ahh, that’s the best. Fucking awesome.” I heard him groan just before Manic Machines’ next track filled the room, an as yet unreleased single called Funkin’ 4 Fun.
He kept on shoving up, squeezing my hipbones as he forged forward.
I let out a muffled moan around Tim’s cock and clawed the chaise. It felt so good, being taken by them both. Better than any fantasy I could ever have dreamed up.
Dancing with you ’til I got no feet
Dancing with you ’til you feel the heat
Robbie’s voice screamed out.
Funkin’ with you is the best so forget the rest I’m dancin’ with you all the way
Dean’s hips were pulsing with the music, so were Tim’s. They were riding into me fast and hard. Each wild drumbeat Tim hammered out on the record matched a jerk of their hips, sending cocks surging into my mouth and pussy.