Rough Exile

My husband was a good boy and did as he was told. His cock was hard and bobbed against his stomach. Damn it. I was hoping the idea would freak him out, but as usual, his cock was all too happy to obey Bron.

“It won’t work. I’ll snap your dicks off.”

“Some risks are worth taking.” He put me face down on top of Ilya and shifted me down his body. He grabbed the back of my neck and whispered in my ear, “Cooperate, or this might do some damage.”

“Please no,” I whimpered.

“I love when you beg us not to fuck you when I can see how wet you are for us. Unlike your mouth, your pussy doesn’t lie.”

“My pussy is a needy, shallow bitch!”

He laughed, which wasn’t the response I’d been aiming for.

Ilya’s dick was already at my entrance, hot and thick and eager, and it was all I could do not to wriggle down onto that cock and take what I wanted from him.

“Give her some cock, and I’ll try to figure out how to make this work.”

My legs had automatically fallen to either side of Ilya’s body, and when he pushed into me, I couldn’t deny it to myself. Both of us groaned, and my head dropped to his shoulder.

”Is this what my little wife needed?” Ilya asked. Bastard.

I squirmed on top of him, rocking my hips, taking him deeper into my body. He blinked rapidly and then his eyes rolled back for a moment. He groaned, and his enjoyment made me shudder. I loved hearing how much he loved being inside me.

I fucked him, grabbing onto his wrists and holding them down on either side of his head.

He chuckled, and his cock bucked inside me. I whimpered, wishing I had more dominant tendencies, but the feel of him made me all hot and empty-headed. He thrust his hips hard and slow, and I heard myself sob helplessly even though I was supposedly the one in control. I squirmed down his body, impaling myself deeper, taking him until it hurt. There was no way anything else would fit inside me, let alone something as big as what Bron was planning on.

From the angle Bron was at, he should have been able to assess the matter better, but I felt the bed dip behind me, and he was at my back, looming over me.

“I don’t know if this will work,” Ilya said, going still beneath me. I made it sound of frustration and tried to coax him into moving again, but he wrapped his arms around my upper body, pinning my arms below the shoulders. “Hold still, wife.”

“Pull her up further. You can’t be so deep, or I won’t be able to squeeze in with you.”

Ilya’s eyes widened and his lips parted. “But if you do this, we will… I mean, our cocks will…” His heart was drumming so hard it was shaking us both.

“So?”

“I thought you didn’t want us to touch that way.” He bit his lips together as though he had said too much, and the glance he sent Bron was shy.

“I know what I said before—what I used to say. I didn’t want to think of myself that way, but what can be so bad about it if we want to do it? It’s not like we have to announce it to the world.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

Bron sighed and ruffled Ilya’s hair. “I am not ashamed of what we do, at least not anymore. I just think a lot of people won’t understand.”

Ilya’s smile was small and sweet. Both men were so repressed when it came to their feelings for one another, and keeping me between them felt like they were using me as a universal adapter on a trip to a foreign land.

“The two of you seem like you have some things to talk about. Let me go take a shower and give you some privacy.”

I tried to unskewer myself, but Ilya and Bron both held me in place.

“See what happens? We take our attention off her for a moment, and she gets her feelings hurt.”

“Poor Delilah,” Ilya said, his tone mocking. The jerk. He had been hanging out with Bron too long. “Nice try. You’re not getting away now, woman.”

There was the telltale click of a lube bottle’s cap snapping open.

“Lube? Wow. We’re moving up in the world, Ilya. Usually all we get is spit.”

“If we’re lucky.”

We grinned at each other, and Bron swatted my ass.

“Why am I the only one in trouble?” I complained. “He agreed with me.”

“Shut up and take my cock.” Bron pressed a hand down on the back of my neck, trapping me against Ilya’s warm bulk. Part of me thought it might be a good idea to try to get away, but I was curious, even though I doubted it would be pleasant. It would hardly be the worst thing a man had done to me. Maybe my adventure-seeking was unhealthy, but if they were really hurting me, I trusted them to stop.

Bron’s cock slid against me, looking for a way in. Slowly, he urged my body to take him, too. I grunted, gritting my teeth and breathing through it. It wasn’t a nightmare, but it also wasn’t my favorite sensation.

”Is it too much, my Queen?” Bron’s breath was warm on my back, and I shivered.

At least he gave a damn about whether he was splitting me open.

“It’s…a lot.” I gasped. “At least I don’t feel like it might kill me.”

“Good.” He pulled out.

That was it? Had he changed his mind?

“Since my finger wasn’t too bad, let’s try my cock.”

“That was only your finger?”

He tsked in my ear. “It’s a sad day when a woman can’t tell the difference between your finger and your cock.”

“That’s what we get for choosing such an innocent woman,” Ilya said with a sly smile.

“Yes. Poor thing. Such a shame she fell into our evil clutches.”

He lined himself up behind me and forced his way in a bit at a time, realizing exactly how wrong I had been before the head of his cock was even all the way inside me. Ilya’s awed expression as Bron’s cock slid along his was so raw I hoped Bron wasn’t missing it.

“That’s our good girl,” Bron encouraged. “You can take us both, can’t you? Such a brave girl.”

Their hands were all over me, making my skin buzz with awareness and stealing some of my attention from the ache they were causing. My pussy felt like it was being forced wider than it should be, the sensation overwhelming. It reminded me of how it had felt the first time I’d done anal, except somehow worse, knowing my body was being forced to take an unnatural amount of dick.