“Oh! Ooooh!”
“Easy, Lydi,” Clayton murmured as he stroked her derriere with his free hand. She settled against the chaise again but didn’t stop flexing her hips as he stroked his well-lubricated thumb in and out of her ass.
Chance lowered himself so he could reach her mouth with his and kissed her as she braced herself on her elbows. She moaned against Chance's lips as Clayton poured a few more drops directly into her cleft and on her quivering asshole before returning his thumb to gently pump it deeper into her ass.
Her sounds grew more urgent, and Clayton grinned as he slid his free hand around her thigh to her pussy and stroked between her drenched lips. She whimpered and froze as he matched the strokes circling her clit with the ones in and out of her ass. Chance released her lips as her asshole and pussy clenched in a violent spasm and she rocked hard against his hands.
“Ooooh!”
Her head flopped on the chaise and she held on to Chance as she rode each sensual wave of her climax.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s right, Lydi.”
“Good, baby,” Chance murmured as he winked at Clayton.
That was the first of several he hoped to give her today. Clayton had never met another woman like Lydia, and he prayed that he and Chance had many years to learn all there was to know about her. That thought strengthened his resolve to give her the perfect first ménage experience, no matter what. He leaned down and kissed her flawless ass cheek.
After giving her a few moments to recover, Clayton repositioned his free hand behind her and slid two fingertips into her cunt and stroked her sweet spot. She stirred at the penetration, and he knew he had it when she moaned and flexed her hips.
“Oh, perfect,” she whispered, gasping for breath. Clayton looked beyond her to Chance and they nodded at each other. He stroked her G-spot until she was on the verge of a second climax.
“Ready, baby?” Chance asked as Clayton sat up, still stroking her.
“Yes, yes! Tell me what to do,” she whispered urgently.
Clayton stopped what he was doing, wrapped his forearms around her torso, and whispered, “On your hands and knees, back up to me, Lydi.” She did as he asked until her thighs were splayed wide outside his and her ass was lined up with his cock. Chance drew close and lifted her under her arms as Clayton positioned her thighs on top of Chance’s so that she was sandwiched between them in an upright position.
Clayton said, “Hold on to Chance, Lydi, while I lube up.”
She murmured her assent as she wrapped her arms around Chance’s neck and pressed her cheek against his chest. Clayton lubed his pulsing cock well and then handed the bottle to Chance. Clayton wrapped an arm around her hips and massaged her asshole. She gulped and moaned as he sank two fingers, and she panted when he introduced a third. Her head fell back against Clayton’s shoulder, and she moved with his slow, rhythmic thrusts, and he knew she was ready.
He wiped his hand on a nearby towel and then positioned his well-lubed cock at her asshole. She tightened briefly but then pushed back against him.
“Ready, Lydi?”
“Yes.”
Once again using his free hand, Clayton reached between her spread thighs and teased the swollen bud of her clit as he simultaneously began pressing into her ass. The tight muscles resisted him at first, and she groaned as he stroked her clit. He never let up on the pressure as he whispered, “Let me in, Lydi. I love you.”
She took a deep breath and allowed Chance to draw her arms back around his neck. His brother gently but firmly stroked her lower back and her ass, murmuring, “You’re beautiful like this with us, baby. We can’t wait to both be inside you. Just relax for Clayton. He won’t hurt you.”
She tilted her head to look up at Chance and then turned slightly and smiled at Clayton. “I trust you both.” She laid her head against his brother’s chest and then took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. Chance massaged her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly, and she shuddered. “Oh, cowboy. You’re so big. I love it.”
Clayton felt her tight asshole begin to give way as she arched her back and a tremor rippled through her body. “Yes, Lydi. That’s it. Let me in.” He bit his lip, resisting the monumental urge to thrust deep in one plunge as he felt the head of his cock ease into her slowly.
Letting his head fall back, Clayton bit his lip as he breathed deep, trying to maintain control. He could hear Chance whispering to Lydia. She moaned and nodded at whatever he said. Chance made eye contact and smiled at his brother, giving him a brief nod. Clayton groaned as he thrust slowly into the tight clasp of her ass in minute increments. He took each thrust slowly as she breathed out sexy sounds meant to drive him insane. By the time his cock was in to the root he was ready to howl and fuck with wild abandon but held still with the barest grasp on his self-control.