Wesley lifted her into the wagon, and she scooted over to give him room. She was trapped between the two of them and she liked that feeling. Both of their muscled thighs were snug against her own. Would this be how it would feel in bed with them?
The horses pulled the wagon onto the road and they bounced down the street until they reached the dirt road.
“How long will it take us to get there?”
“About thirty minutes,” Anthony said. “Just long enough for Wesley to introduce you to his new toy.”
Staring at him in surprise, she glanced at Wesley. “What new toy?”
“Did you wear your pantaloons today?”
“No, though I did think long and hard about whether or not I should,” she said.
He grinned. “Good.”
Reaching behind them, he pulled out a bag and opened it. For a moment, he dug around and then he found whatever he was searching for. He pulled out a long glass object.
“This is a glass dildo. It’s a glass male part and today you’re going to enjoy the experience of what it will feel like when we take you on our wedding night.”
“But not too much,” Anthony warned. “We don’t want to break your hymen. One of us will have the pleasure of doing that.”
Her cheeks heated as she gazed at the object.
“You’re going to put that in me?”
Wesley grinned. “Spread your legs.”
“But we’re in the wagon and we’re bouncing around.”
“Spread your legs unless you want a spanking,” he said.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to experience whatever they showed her, but she feared the glass breaking.
Slowly she spread her legs. Anthony smiled at her.
“It’s all right. I’m slowing the horses down,” he assured her.
“Darling, you know I would never hurt you,” Wesley said. “But I am going to make you feel so good.”
Lifting her skirt, Wesley smiled. “I love it when I can reach your sweet pussy so easily. I love how you’re free beneath your skirts.”
He pushed her layers up and then she felt the dildo pressing against her center, touching the little button that had her fists clenching.
“Oh,” she groaned.
“That’s it, darling, let me pleasure you. It’s a great way to pass the time until we get to the meadow.”
The tip went inside her and she groaned. “Wesley,” she gasped.
“Yes, darling, I love to hear you say my name with your voice filled with passion. One day, I’m going to fill your mouth with my cock.”
Gripping the edge of the bench, she spread her legs wider, wanting more. “Please do something.”
“Honey, what you want me to do has to wait. I know you want me to fill you with this glass cock, but not yet.”
“Then why are you doing this to me,” she gasped, her insides clenching as she tried to pull it deeper inside her.
They hit a bump and Wesley pulled back.