Dylan moved from underneath her.
Neither man spoke, but she knew that they'd be looking at each other and directing the whole show. Maybe this was their idea of an apology, she didn't know, but so long as her appetite was quenched, she didn't really give a damn. She could tell, however, that this was for her, of course they'd get something out of it, but she was the focus here, knew it and reveled in it.
Feeling another set of fingers playing with her ass, she growled and muttered, "Stop playing!" Hearing their laughter didn't appease her, but she knew that she couldn't be too autocratic. Perhaps she was central to this next act, but it wouldn't take much for Riley to start spanking her again, maybe hold back once more. The thought drove her insane, so she kept quiet, but moved and swayed her body to encourage them as to where to touch her. They pretty much ignored her, but it had the desired effect, it sped the whole procedure up.
Her ass was stretched tight around fingers, she knew that a cock would soon be rammed up there, and the thought shivered along her nerve endings pleasurably. She heard the whoosh of lube, tilted her head against the comforter in order to watch whichever man prepared his cock. It was strange being able to identify someone from genitalia alone, but identify she could and knew it to be Dylan's. She was pleased that Riley's wide dick wouldn't be sawing its way through her ass, though, it would be tight in her cunt. She looked forward to it immensely.
Moving her face back to the bed cover, she pressed her forehead into the comforter and didn't have to wait long for the feel of Dylan's legs touching the backs of her own. Riley spread her butt-cheeks, she could tell from the positioning of the hands, and when she felt the nudge of Dylan's cock touching the rosette of her ass, she made herself relax to both enjoy the sensations and to ease his penetration. She couldn't help the shiver that raced through her body when the smack of his groin hit her butt. Almost immediately, they started to reposition her.
Dylan grabbed her waist and, clasping her to him, rocked them both backwards and, with Riley's help, managed to maneuver them so that her back rested on Dylan's chest. Dylan then grabbed her inner thighs, spreading her legs far apart, which angled her hips just so that it gave her the feeling of being impaled on his cock. It was both an uncomfortable and wonderful feeling, she felt overstretched yet at the same time wanted to be filled even more.
Riley's fingers reached for her pussy. They worked their way inside the tightness and spread her juices around her entrance. It was a lot tighter with Dylan's presence and all three knew how hard it would be for Riley to penetrate her at all. It helped that there were remnants of lube from earlier
Riley crawled up the bed with a glint in his eye that made her smile in amusement.
He cocked his head to one side.
She shook her head at the action and merely quirked her lips in response.
He stopped to press a kiss to her nose then lodged his cock at the entrance to her body.
Both men groaned as he pushed in a centimeter and had to stop. "Christ," Riley breathed then tilted his hips and whispered, "Relax, baby."
It was hard to breathe within the confines of their arms, but, somehow, she managed to and even managed to relax her pussy enough to enable him to penetrate her further. She scrunched her eyes shut in equal parts discomfort and wonder, each inch he conquered rubbed his cock against Dylan's, leaving no nerve untouched. His width made the whole process a lot harder, but so much more pleasurable, and, at the end, when his dick was thrust in as far as possible, shivers racked through her. The sensations were way too strong and she was ill-equipped to handle them.
Both men attempted to thrust, but had to stop to pant heavily. They managed to get a rhythm, though. Riley pulled out, and, as he thrust in, Dylan retreated, and the process continued like that.
Within a few moments, cries were escaping her throat, screams of pleasure reverberated around the room, but she couldn't help it. Whey Riley started to pinch at her clit, her climax exploded into the atmosphere, setting off mini-tremors in her cunt, which effectively ended it for the boys. They both climaxed simultaneously, prolonging her orgasm and pushing her body to heights she'd never before reached.
The come down wasn't pleasant, her body shuddered when both men left her. She tingled everywhere, not in a good way, in a strange and bizarre way. It was like going cold turkey. Aches beset her that continued until one of the men lay on top of her, covering her like a blanket, pressing hard against her to stop the shivers and shudders.
When Claire returned to the present, she scrunched her eyes and asked weakly, "Riley?"
"Back with Audrey, honey. Are you alright?" Concern was evident in his tone.
She hugged him tight and whispered, "Yeah, I've never felt anything like that before."
"I'm glad," he replied in a hushed tone then nuzzled his nose into her neck. "Do you forgive me for setting this up?"
Claire tensed slightly, because it was hard to just forgive and forget, but what could she do? "I," she hesitated, "the experience turned out wonderfully, Dylan. But what would have happened if it had turned sour? You have to think about these things and share them with me. If you promise me that you never do anything like this ever again, then yes, I forgive you."
"I just wanted to surprise you, and I concede that it was a stupid way to do it, but I'm glad you enjoyed it. I heard you in the other room. It really turned me on."
She felt his grin against the tender skin at her neck. Shaking her head in exasperation, she murmured, "It did, did it? Pervert."
"Well, only where you're concerned," he replied cheekily.
"Hmm," Claire mumbled then yawned.
"Would you want to do this again sometime, do you think?"
She was surprised into opening her eyes. She knew from just his tone that if she said no, that would be the end of that, they wouldn't be discussing swinging in the future. She realized that he truly was sorry for scaring her. When Dylan wanted something, he pressed her relentlessly until he persuaded her to want it too. She could tell this time, it was different. Dragging a hand through his hair, she whispered, "Maybe. Would you be willing to do anything and I mean anything to convince me?"
He shook with suppressed laughter. "Oh, and just what might that be?"
The End
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