“I don’t know,” I whimpered, blood rushing through my ears and mixing with the song belting out from the ceiling. “I…I don’t know.”
“It better be soon,” Tim moaned, clenching his jaw.
“It will be even more sensational,” Dean murmured, pulling the plug practically out and then smoothing it back in. “My dick will feel so much better, it’s hot and hard and will send you to a very special place where orgasms last forever and wash over you like fine champagne. Every nerve will be transported to ecstasy and you’ll come hard and long until satisfaction is like a warm cashmere blanket wrapped around you.”
His voice and words soothed my hesitation, sending me into a trance. The plug felt comfortable now, my tight anus looser, more relaxed, and I missed the full sensation when he pulled it practically out.
“Okay,” I said, beginning to tremble with the anticipation of coming, coming luxuriously hard and long the way Dean had just described. “Okay, I’m ready now.”
“Thank fuck,” Tim said, trapping my face and pulling me into a hot open-mouthed kiss.
The plug slipped from me and clattered to the floor. Within a second, Dean pressed the wide, smooth head of his cock against my quivering anus. I broke my kiss with Tim and dropped my head into his neck. Confidence in my ability to take Dean had wavered now it was about to happen.
“You can scream if you need to, the place is soundproofed,” Dean said.
Scream! I hoped to hell I wouldn’t need to scream.
He exerted forward pressure with his hips. I lifted my head from Tim’s neck and stared down into his green eyes. They were still full of desire but they also held concern now. Concern for me.
I had a sudden urge to make this work. For all three of us. This is what they wanted and now it was exactly what I wanted too.
Concentrating on relaxing, even though instinct made me want to buck away, I kept still and urged my anus to relax for Dean’s invasion.
“That’s it, let my dick in,” Dean said as he pushed harder, hard enough for the lubed head of his cock to pop inside me.
I held my breath, waiting for a searing pain. But it didn’t bite. I was just overwhelmed by stretched fullness in my back passage.
“Keep rocking against me,” Tim urged, pressing his hands on my waist. “It’s all pleasure, not pain, just pleasure.”
I did as he’d asked and resumed my rocking. My clit was alive and desperate and as I rode against Tim’s hard body his buried cock hardened further. The tug of an orgasm pulled my attention again. “Yes, pleasure,” I panted before kissing him desperately.
Dean took advantage of my movements, pinned his hands around my hips and when I glided backward onto Tim he made sure I also glided backward onto him.
My body trembled as I rode onto his impalement, sucking up his cock into my dark, virginal hole. I kept on going, still kissing Tim, and didn’t stop moving until Dean was seated, like Tim, as far inside my body as he could possibly go.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Dean hissed. “I’d never have believed you could be so perfect for us, Sylvia.”
I couldn’t reply. I was consumed, owned, invaded. Two enormous cocks penetrating me had taken away my ability to speak. It felt so wonderful, so erotic. My pussy was extended every which way and my anus was clinging to Dean as though it would never let go.
“It’s so fucking snug inside you,” Tim said breathlessly onto my lips. “And it’s just doubled in tightness now Dean’s in.”
“I can’t hold off,” Dean said, taking over the rhythm. “It’s too bloody good.” He shunted me forward and back, not sliding out of me just rocking me harder, more insistently onto Tim.
“Ah, yes…Dean,” I gasped. “Tim, it’s so…ah…ah.” I exploded. It was as if my orgasm were another living, breathing part of me. It spun me upward, balanced me on the precipice of pure bliss for an achingly long moment before crashing me down. I called out as my body shook violently. My pussy clamped Tim’s cock and my asshole squeezed Dean.
“Fucking hell,” Tim cursed into my mouth as he pulsated within me. “Sweet, mother of mercy, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against his chest, plunged his tongue into find mine.
Dean upped the pace as my butt tilted higher. He pulled his cock backward, almost out, then he pounded in, twice, three times, his fingers viselike around my hips and his grunts of satisfaction tangling with the wild rock music raining down on us. I called into Tim’s mouth at the new sensation Dean created and felt another roll of pleasure wash through me, this time from nerve endings I didn’t even know I owned. I grabbed and claimed another deeply satisfying orgasm that erupted from the core of my pelvis.
Then Dean too was riding through his climax. “Ah, ah, yes, yes, Sylvia, fuck,” he groaned. I could feel him throbbing inside my back passage, flooding the condom. “Yes, fuck it, yessss.”
He stilled, buried to the hilt. He released my hips and bent and kissed my sweat-laced shoulder blades. “That was awesome,” he whispered breathlessly.
I twisted in Tim’s grip for his kiss. Dean leaned farther up to reach me and we all groaned in unison at the deep sensations the movement created.
“Are you okay?” Tim whispered into my ear as Dean nibbled at my bottom lip.
“Never better,” I managed on a pant. “I can honestly say, I’ve never felt better.”
“Good,” Dean said, lifting up and sucking in a deep breath. “’Cause that was the plan.” He kept on lifting and I was aware of his cock slipping from me. My tight muscles contracted the instant he was out. My anus felt scorched—scorched but satisfied.
“Let me help you,” Dean said, raising me from Tim’s body.
Tim’s cock slithered out of me and I stood on weak knees next to the chaise. Tim got up, snapped off the condom and aimed it at a bin. Perfect shot. His chest was rising and falling with his rapid breaths.
Dean peeled off his condom and as he walked to the bin, Tim swept me up in his arms. Pressed my weak, sated body against his.
“Bedtime,” he said as I locked my arms around his neck. “Or you won’t get any presents delivered down the chimney.”