Joel gives me a fake military salute. “Always ready, Ma’am.”
“That’s what Scouts say,” Jet says.
“No, it’s not.”
But who cares, really?
“Here we go.” Joel drags the box toward him, and I tense.
“Relax,” Jet tells me, stroking my belly.
“How about this?” Joel pulls something from the box. A piece of string? With pegs?
“Not yet,” Jet says.
“This?”
“Yeah.”
“This” is a dildo. I think. It’s a light blue, and it has a strange shape. I swallow hard. “Um… Why can’t I just have you inside me? Do we need a dildo?”
“You’ll see, sugar.” Jet’s hand parts my folds, stroking back and forth until I’m restless, aching and needing to come. “This will be good. Today is the day we pleasure you.” He presses his fingers inside me and I gasp as he strokes me inside. “The day we thank you for being with us.”
“I don’t need—” He draws his fingers out and pushes my legs further apart. “No need for thanks, Jet, I—”
Joel rubs the strange dildo over my seam, and I bite my lip not to moan. He’s coated it in lube, and it slides up and down, over my opening, teasing my clit, but not giving me enough friction to get off.
“I want…” I lift my hands to his face, scrape them over the stubble on his cheeks. “I want you two inside me.”
“This is just foreplay, girl.” He grins and pushes the dildo inside me, until I arch my back and pant. It’s not as big as Jet’s or Joel’s cock, but it’s big enough to spread me wide. “Oh yeah.”
And he stops, leaving the dildo lodged in my pussy, my legs apart.
“Now these,” Jet says, and I blink heavy-lidded eyes at the two pink rubber cones he’s taken out of the box.
Then he bends over me and licks my nipples. They’re already hard and aching, and I moan as his tongue lashes at them.
He fits the soft cup of one of the cones over one nipple, and I gasp as the cone tugs on it, like it’s sucking it in. He fits the other one over the other nipple, presses something on the tip of the cones and I groan when a buzz starts around my nipples.
“They are nipple suckers,” Joel whispers, licking his lips like a cat about to pounce on his prey.
“Ah…” Ohgod, ohgod. The vibrations travel from my breasts straight to my kitty, making it purr and clench. My hands are clawing at the comforter, my hips are helplessly lifting. “Please…”
“Since you ask so nicely…” Joel’s hands trail down my hips and between my legs, his thumb flicking over my clit, then pressing the dildo deeper inside me, pressing at just the right spot that makes me see stars and—
“Oh God!” Vibrations. Vibrations deep inside me, and my back arches off the bed as the pressure coils and tightens. I’m panting loudly, harshly, my body taut like a bow string, shaking on the mattress. “I can’t…”
“You can,” Joel whispers, brushing his fingers over my clit, over the vibrator, then lower, dribbling more lube, rubbing it into my hole. “You will.”
My brain is officially shutting down and leaving on vacation. My body is a universe of need and sensation, my pussy aching from the pressure.
His finger pushes inside, rubbing me, a counterpoint to the vibrator, while Jet pushes the vibrator a tiny inch deeper in me, and that’s all it takes.
I explode with a cry, the pressure shattering, pleasure drowning me. Their hands hold down my writhing body as exquisite convulsions wrack me, and I sob their names.
I’m not even sure when the nipple suckers disappear, or when the vibrator is shut off and taken out of me.
All I know is that when I finally manage to lift again my heavy lids and look around, they’ve shed their pants and are kneeling naked on either side of me, stroking their cocks, tugging on condoms and slathering them with lube.