Dean was hitting my G-spot, the hard tip of his cock rubbing over it perfectly. A feverish wave washed through me. I was getting ready to climax again. Pre-cum oozed from Tim’s cock. I lapped it up and moaned as I clenched Dean. An image of what we must look like to Venus above us crossed my mind—filthy, animalistic, naked, sweaty. We were grunting and groaning, my moans of pleasure muffled, the men’s loud and uninhibited.
“My turn,” Tim said suddenly in a strangled voice. He pulled his cock from my mouth and released my head. “Dean...”
“Sure,” Dean replied, stilling his hips. He was buried to the hilt, the tip of his cock, I swear, was hitting my cervix.
I squeezed my internal muscles around him, milked him with my pussy.
“Oh, bloody hell,” Dean moaned. “You little minx.” He gave my butt a swift slap. I cried out in surprise as the sting bloomed across my skin and settled in my clit.
“You like that?” he asked, withdrawing his cock and rubbing his hand over the stinging patch of skin.
“Yes, yes,” I panted, wriggling my hips. I’d never felt so alive, so free. I liked it a lot.
His hand came down again, on my other butt cheek this time. A small squeal of pleasure left my lips. Who knew a little spank could feel so good?
“That’s a whole other night of fun,” Tim said, wrapping his hands around my upper arms. “Lift up, Sylvia, I want you to ride me.”
My breaths were rapid and my butt smarting as Tim stretched out on his back beneath me. His long body filled the chaise and his head butted up against the base of the backrest. Dean wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding my waist. He lifted me so I was kneeling with my legs folded on either side of Tim’s hips and my pussy spread open, ready to take him.
Dean straddled the chaise behind me with his feet planted on the floor. I held on to his corded forearms, my back straight and pressed into his chest. Tim rolled a condom down his thick shaft, his eyes narrow and his mouth set tight as he concentrated.
I wriggled impatiently and my breasts squashed against Dean’s arms—pale, soft flesh squashing against the vibrant blues and greens of his tattoo. I wanted to feel Tim inside me. I wanted to sit down on his glorious cock and ride to a fabulous orgasm. But Dean just held me all the tighter, waiting until the condom was fully unfurled.
“Come on, honey,” Tim said, looking up at me when he’d finished. He placed one hand on my bent knee and the other held his cock upright. “Take what you want.”
Dean allowed me to lower onto Tim’s cock. I gasped at its thickness, at the wide expanse of head I had to accommodate. I threw my arms up behind me and locked them around Dean’s neck, needing to hold on to him as his brother invaded me.
Dean bent his head, kissed my cheek. I twisted and plunged my tongue into his mouth, kissed him urgently as I sank farther down. Our tongues tangled; he tasted of mulled wine and a Marlboro I’d seen him smoke after dinner. He was hot, hot and passionate and he kept on urging my weight downward.
My pussy was on fire. Tim was stretching me, invading me to the limit. I groaned into Dean’s hungry mouth as I reached full capacity, my butt resting on Tim’s thighs and my back arched against Dean.
Tim let out a moan and urged me into a gentle rocking motion. Instantly my clit caught the friction. I whimpered at the intensity and my tongue stopped chasing for Dean’s, though his carried on playing with mine. My clit was buzzing as I rocked backward and forward. I could barely think of anything else, my mind was white, and red and black, and Tim and Dean were all that existed.
“Oh, oh,” I gasped. “I’m gonna come…” My whole body was full of electricity about to explode like a lightning bolt. I could actually feel my hairs standing up from the roots.
“Wait,” Dean said, suddenly releasing me. “Together, let’s all come together this first time.” He tipped me forward into Tim’s waiting arms.