Behind me, the head of Roscoe’s cock was at my most private hole. I gasped as his finger smeared cold oil over my tight rosebud and his cock pressed harder.
So this was what it was like to have two husbands. My head swam. Two pairs of hand touching my body. Two sets of thick thighs sandwiching mine. Two huge cocks about to invade my body. A hot wave of need rushed through me.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please what?” Shane asked in a teasing voice. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want you,” I gasped. “Both of you. To…” I couldn’t say the word.
“You want us to what?”
“I want you to… to…” my face flamed. My men waited, their cocks held there, against me, teasing. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Like this?” Slowly, Shane pressed just the tip of his cock inside me, giving me just a taste of what was to come.
“Yes!” I cried, grinding my pelvis against him. “Please!”
Shane obliged me. In a single movement, he slid inside me easily, right to the hilt and I clenched around him, rocking my hips a bit, showing him what I wanted.
“And like this?” Roscoe asked, pressing his cock against my tight entrance, making me freeze.
“Yes,” I whispered, not daring to breathe.
I gasped at the fiery burn of Roscoe’s cock stretching my forbidden hole wide. He was so much bigger than the plug! The burning intensified as he entered me slowly, gently, and I held my breath.
“Push back against me,” Roscoe commanded in a harsh whisper and I did, whimpering as he sunk deep inside me, burying his cock in me completely. The burning eased, replaced by a delicious fullness. My men held themselves still, letting me get used to the feel of two cocks. One in each hole. Filling me. Claiming me.
“Ours,” Roscoe growled, squeezing the fleshy part of my bottom, rocking inside me.
I cried out with desperate, aching need at the sensations that zipped through me.
Shane withdrew then pulled me towards him, sliding me forwards off Roscoe’s cock, filling my pussy. I groaned at the emptiness. Then he pushed me backwards, Roscoe’s cock impaling me fully again, leaving my pussy empty, bereft. First one hole then the other, one full, the other empty. The sensations ripping through me got stronger and stronger with each thrust, each filling, each emptying.
They fucked me in tandem, building up a rhythm – forward, back, forward, back – taking me alternately, first filling my pussy, then my bottom, but never both at once. Tormenting me. The movements getting faster and faster. My moans and whimpers getting louder and louder with each thrust.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only feel. The double penetration doubled the exquisite sensations within me and I felt like I was flying. They fucked me faster and faster, harder, more urgently, threatening to make the molten lava within me erupt. A scream of pleasure rose up inside me, getting stronger with every movement my men made as they claimed me possessively, in the most primal of ways.
My husbands were in charge. They fucked me as they wished – they set the pace, they decided how much to fill me - and I stayed helpless between them, unable to do anything but take what they gave me, every cell of my body begging for more.
Then the rhythm changed and instead of alternating, both men withdrew at once, leaving me empty, open to their gaze. Then, together, they slammed back inside me, both at the same time, claiming me completely. They withdrew again, leaving just the very tips of their cocks inside me, waiting for my tormented moan before they filled me again. Over and over and over.
“Do you like being fucked like this?” Shane asked, arousal turning his voice to gravel.
“Yes!” I cried, wanting more, more.
“This is what it means to be ours,” Roscoe said, as my men filled me completely again.
“Yes!” I cried again as my men held my hips and moved, their cocks leaving me and filling me with long, deep, slow strokes. Each powerful thrust taking me closer and closer to the edge of the abyss where I knew I could fly.
Together, they withdrew and sunk deep into me again, Shane fingered my swollen clit and Roscoe slapped my bottom lightly and the sensations overwhelmed me, my mind completely shredded. I let out the scream that had been building within me as Roscoe groaned and Shane shuddered, filling me with their seed, the earth shattering around us. Hot liquid shot into me, mixing with the heat that already burned in my core, lifting me up and flying me away. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, again and again, each wave growing more intense.
The earth exploded for a long time, stars orbiting in front of my eyes and my whole body pulsed and shook. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. I knew only that intense happiness rushed through me, and I was safe. Safe in the arms of my men.
Epilogue
ROSCOE
Twelve Months Later
I stood in the doorway of our cabin and watched our beautiful wife rub a hand over her swollen belly. Full with our child. I longed to wrap my arms around her from behind, place my hand on her tummy and feel the movement, the kicking, of our son or daughter. But she hadn’t noticed me yet, so for now, I would just watch. The sunlight streaming in the open door made her golden hair gleam. Today she’d left it unpinned, tumbling wildly over her shoulders, just the way Shane and I liked it.
I’d just come in from the fields, from checking on my crops. The harvest would be bountiful this year, perhaps the best I’d ever had. Bridgewater soil was good for growing. The flourishing vegetable garden Emma had helped Elise establish behind the cabin was proof of that. Elise took great pride in preparing us simple dishes she
