Chapter Four
Tim wrapped me up in his big biceps and looked me in the eye. “Relax, honey,” he said. “You gotta trust us for this next bit.”
“What, but I was just about to—”
“I know. Hold that thought, it’s gonna be good,” he said, brushing my damp hair back from my face. “More than good.”
My breasts pressed against Tim’s pecs. The little silver bar was cool against my nipple. Tim’s cock deep inside me made me feel so full I gave a shudder of delight even though we were still.
Dean roamed his hands over me, sliding to the wetness of my pussy and touching the skin at my entrance, stretched thin by his brother’s buried cock.
I whimpered as his fingers journeyed over my anus and circled the small wrinkles of flesh. He probed inside my darkest hole. I flinched at the shocking sensation. No one had ever touched me there before. “What—?” I gasped, twisting my neck to look at Dean. “What are you—?”
“Shh.” Tim turned my face back to his. “This is the best way for all of us, keep thinking about that orgasm about to shake your sweet body.”
“Yeah, just relax, Sylvia,” Dean said. “We got loads of lube going on here, it’s gonna be fine.”
He pushed his finger farther into me, and my sphincter clenched around it. “Oh my God,” I panted, dropping my face into Tim’s neck. I was under no illusion what their intention was, and it was oh so bad. I was torn between wild excitement and the urge to run—run fast and far.
Tim murmured soothing noises into my hair and stroked his hand down my spine. Dean’s finger retreated, but in its place two fingers probed, pushing in deep. I felt him wiggle inside me, stroking my internal walls in a way I’d never experienced before. It was so wicked, so base, but it was also starting to feel so damn incredible.
Tim gently rocked my hips so my clit was once again sliding against his body. He let out a moan. “Do what you need to do, Dean,” he said. “But don’t take too fucking long.”
“It’ll take as long as it takes,” Dean said as his fingers retracted, stretching and scissoring my tight band of muscle as he went. The nip of pain and the pinch of pleasure dragged a groan from my chest.
“You’re doing great, Sylvia,” Dean said, lifting up and moving away from me.
Tim stilled beneath me and, twisting my head, I watched Dean pace to a small cabinet. He clicked open the door and withdrew what looked like a slim blue vibrator and a white tube of lube.
“This first,” he said as if reading my mind. “It will help.” He moved back behind me, his legs straddling the chaise once more.
“What, what is it?” I asked nervously.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a butt plug,” Tim answered, brushing his lips over mine. “It will stretch you ready for Dean’s dick and stop it hurting.”
“Oh God,” I groaned as I felt the cool, lubed head of the plug press on my trembling anus. “I don’t know if I can. Really, I think this is too much.”
“Of course you can,” Tim said.
“You just have to relax and trust us,” Dean said in a low, determined voice.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the plug popped in and gained the first inch of entry. It was smoother than Dean’s fingers but wider and harder. My sphincter clamped against it and in turn my pussy clenched Tim’s cock.
Tim squeezed my upper arms. “Grab the pleasure,” he gasped onto my lips. “It’s all about pleasure, sharing pleasure between the three of us.”
Dean pushed the plug higher, riding it into my back passage on a slow, well-lubed slide. I was laid so open to him, as he gained the deep entry he wanted.
Just as I thought I could take no more, my rectum filled so absolutely and solidly, Tim lifted his hips and nudged his pubic bone up against my clit.
“Ah, yes, ah, that’s it,” I cried as my clit demanded more attention. Tim shifted again and my clit throbbed with want. My pelvis wasn’t exactly comfortable but it didn’t hurt either. It was an erotic mix of discomfort and need and I began small grinding movements against Tim to sate the building desire.
“You look beautiful,” Dean murmured behind me. “All shiny and stretched around Tim’s cock, and your ass is greedy for this plug, trembling around it, pulling it in.” He dropped a kiss onto my shoulder. “I’m jealous, it’s where I want to be. I want to be in your ass so damn bad, Sylvia.”
Through my haze I thought of his cock—wider, thicker than the plug. I groaned and rocked my clit against Tim’s pubic bone harder and grabbed the pleasure of him butting my G-spot. Dean set about pumping the plug in and out of me, fucking my virginal ass steadily and deeply.
I began to buck upward for it. Wanting deeper invasion as I sank up and down on Tim. My breasts jiggled, my heart raced and my clit was getting ready to fly.
“Can I?” Dean said hoarsely. “Now, do you think you can take me now, Sylvia? It won’t be much different.”