“So fucking hot,” Dylan whispered. “Keep going, man. She loves it.”
I nodded. I couldn’t find the words even if I wanted to. I was reveling in the newness.
He pushed another bead in my ass, before drawing them out in slow motion.
“Ohh,” I cried. It was intense. It was like a fiery pain, but the longer he let the beads massage inside me, the more the pain turned to toe-curling pleasure. I had no idea something back there could feel so good. It was pure bliss, gratifying my body at a deeper plateau.
He thrust the beaded wand again, taking it up another level. There were three full beads inside me, whirling and vibrating. Dylan pumped his shaft in my pussy at the same time. I’d never felt so full. So overwhelmed with spiraling emotion.
“Fuck, your ass is gorgeous, baby.” Isaac kissed my bottom, then his teeth gnashed.
My eyes flared open. This was it. I knew there was only one more level. One more bead and it would be in all the way.
Dylan’s hands circled the back of my head, drawing my lips against his as Isaac fucked me with the widest stroke of the wand. He sank the vibrator in me, leaving it to stretch and open me. To prepare me for what I truly wanted. The cool gel soothed my skin, easing it in and out of me with slick gliding strokes.
“Does it feel good there, baby?” he growled.
“Oh God yes. But I want you, Isaac. Please.”
“You’re not ready yet,” Isaac’s voice was anguished.
I looked in Dylan’s eyes, filled with sexual desire. “I want to be ready.”
He nodded. His hands palmed my breasts, drawing torturous strokes over my nipples.
“Fuck her harder, Isaac.”
He went wild with the baton fucking me with it, pushing it, making sure I wanted it. Every pump only built my need for him more. I pushed into it, begging for him to give me more. I needed him to know I wanted this as every bit as he did. As all three of us wanted it.
He sank it to the hilt and turned the vibration speed to full blast. I groaned. Dylan tilted my chin toward him.
“Open up for it. If you want that sweet virgin ass to be fucked, relax into it. We don’t want it to hurt. We want it to feel good. Let us give you this. Do this for us.”
I nodded. “I want it so much it hurts, Dylan. Please.”
“She’s so fucking ready, man.” Dylan panted, losing his own round of control.
I heard Isaac twist the cap off the bottle of gel. I turned to see him coating his beautiful cock with a generous amount.
I didn’t know if they decided who would deflower my rosebud. There wasn’t time to bring it up now. Maybe there was a coin toss, or a private auction between them. But there was no doubt, Isaac was going to take it. And I wanted him to have it. I wanted him to be the first man to go deep inside me. It felt right. As if he would cherish this part of me. Protect me.
“Oh please,” I begged. “Please.” I was desperate.
“Shh, shh. It’s ok. We’ve got you.” Dylan kissed me. He sat forward. “We promised you you’d always get what you wanted.” He started to lean forward, and I realized they were rotating me backward. “You’ve been so good about getting ready for this.”
“I am ready,” I panted.
I was dizzy. I was on fire. I was drunk with anticipation.
Isaac was propped on a wedge of pillows, his knees bent and legs wide, so his cock stood erect like a statue as he leaned into the headboard.
Dylan rolled me back slightly, lifting me up from under my arms. I looked in his eyes as I felt Isaac pull the vibrator from my ass and replace it with the tip of his cock on my rosebud. I bit my lip. He was so much wider. So much thicker and harder than the flexible baton. I didn’t think I could stretch for him.
Dylan knelt in front of me, his shaft bulging forward. It was slick with the heat from our sex. “I want back inside your pussy, darlin’. Open up for both of us. Remember you have to relax for this to work.”
I nodded. He was waiting for me. This was what I said I wanted. Isaac’s hands sank into my waist. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I felt the warmth in his fingers. They steadied me. Reassured me, this meant something to all of us. I felt the throbbing coming from underneath me. We were all held in suspense. Waiting for the final trifecta to come true. Waiting for the moment when I was filled by both of them. When I was no longer a backdoor virgin. Waiting to let Isaac fuck me where no man had been. Waiting for Dylan to watch me come undone with both of them inside me.
Isaac’s fingers traveled from my hips to between my cheeks, rubbing the ring of muscle, soaking it with lube.