‘ ephie .

and now, all piled on the floor, were your clothes and her shoes. all forgotten as it continued to grow in size.

a shirt was then hastily thrown on top, and then a camisole, and now your lacy brassiere as soon as it was unhooked from behind.

trinity was the not kind of woman to wait. not when what she wanted was lying all nice on her bed, writhing each time her mouth latched onto your needing tit. or when her hand cupped your cunt through your slowly soaking panties.

hooking your legs around her waist, you pulled the woman closer. heated skin meeting skin, bodies as close as possible as you ground and she moved.

on top, she breathed in your scent, from the faint smell of your shampoo to the perfume you used to tease her near senselessly. remembering then she would smell that same lovely hint of vanilla on her bed each time you came over.

soon, the heel of her palm pressed into your sensitive clit, grinding down with tantalizing sort of pressure that soon had you gasping from her expertise.

“t-trin…” you sighed, lashes fluttering as your back arched to meet her chest from above.

that was then when the woman moved lower; tainted lips traveling down the smooth skin. soon, the hem of your panties greeted the bottom of her lip, delicate white lace now tainted from her redden mouth as she brought your legs to rest on her shoulders. bringing the center of your clothed cunt right in front of her face. glasses now catching the low light of her room, making those gorgeous eyes of her sparkle.

“tingnan mo, o, basang-basa ka nanaman.” (1) trinity grinned—like a cat who finally got the cream, cooing at the weeping sex.

“ano kilangan mo, hm?” (2) she hummed from behind your warming mound, licking a thin stripe slowly upwards until the tip of her tongue caught the hood of your swelling clit.

a pleasant sounding whine escaped you then, hips buckling in response as words now swam through your scattering mind; sentences scurrying as soon as it was form. all because she started to poke and prod through the thin layer of cloth, leaving your cunt clenching at nothing.

“tr-trin, please!” was all you could gather. a wholesome plea that would have had the woman smiling.

but as sudden as those words slipped from your mouth, a sudden sharp slap was then delivered on your clit. sharp and firm—enough to make you see literal stars as you whined.

“not what i taught you to say. try again.” trinity said with a hardened stare, enough to make your memory jog.

“di-diliri mo! kilangan ko diliri mo!!” (3) the words tumbled out, unfamiliar and hardly used—let alone understood, but just as she had taught you days ago.

the very phrase to say when you needed her fingers.

“at saan mo kilangan, ah?” (4) she implored you further, wanting to here that one last word before she would indulge your evident need.

“sa-sa loob! kilangan ko sa loob” (5)

and with that final plea, the woman looked pleased. pulling aside your ruined panties as she sank her fingers in knuckle deep without much of a hassle to be said.

“atta-fucking-girl. was that so hard to say?”

sighing in vivid, indescribable relief—your pleasure soared into unknown heights as her fingers curved into that delectable arch.

only for it to be taken all away as her fingers retreated.

about to whine in protest, you then watched—bewildered—as trinity removed her glasses. folding only one stem as she smirked with that familiar, cunning expression.

slowly, she licked the tips and onto the stem—cleaning it before insertion—as she then aligned it to your entrance. plunging inside until the cool plastic was fully inside, the curves on the end pieces rotating inside as it pressed perfectly into your most sensitive spot.

making your hips buckle out of instinct.

you cried out in pleasure as she started to move, bringing it back and forth while still pressing that curve into the confused muscle. walls clenching onto thin and slender plastic.

her mouth soon found purchase of your neglected clit, circling her warm tongue around while her hand continued to move the stem of her glasses with a frenzied cadence.

enough so that the pleasure from her mouth and from the curve of her end piece made you squirt onto the lenses.

droplets now smearing and dripping down the glass while trinity smirked. placing back her now ruined glasses back on the bridge of her nose like it was some medal for her to boast.

“looks like i have to clean my glasses again.”

⤷ //. translations . //

(1) — look at that. you’re so wet again.

(2) — what do you need, hm?

(3) — your fingers! i need your fingers!!

(4) — and where you need it, ah?”

(5) — inside! i need it inside!

(promise i’m fluent man, it’s just that my tagalog is more conversational and i’m horrible at spelling the words—especially grammar. literally the reason why i nearly failed araling-panglipunan. iykyk.)

(anyways, ate isa, if you’re reading this—pasenya na, teh. sana hindi ka magalit saakin 🥹)

all the while, sitting but a feet or so away, was your poor brother. hardened cock weeping as he whined. begged. even for just a lick or a taste of his adorable sister.

but your daddies—especially jack—was not the kind to forget such an indiscretion. not when it meant that their sweet little innocent girl was willing to disobey just to help your supposed horny brother.

“look at your brother,” jack spat, condescending the young man while his cock twitched and ached—untouched but not forgotten—from between his legs. “fucking ruining my carpet with his stupid seed.”

the degradation—the very sight of your brother kneeling on the floor, legs spread with his cock standing at attention, merely sitting and not even joining—was enough to make you beg on his behalf. to put him out of his horrible misery.

still, how could you speak when your mouth was full?—when your mouth is being used? not when robby was still pumping his entire dick into your mouth and hitting the very back of your throat. knowing very well that come tomorrow, your voice will be deliciously hoarse.

“let him ruin the carpet. ain’t letting him stick that dick of his back into my sweet girl’s cunt. not after last time.” robby grunted, shoving himself until his entire pelvis was all that you could see—the smell of his musk, his sweat now clouding your mind and lingering senses. until it all bubbled you into wonderful submission.

“i-i’m so-sorry, sir—ple-please—” dennis stuttered—inevitably speaking out of turn—and only to be met with a withering glare from both his handlers. silencing him within the very instant he opened his mouth.

scoffing, robby then pulled himself out of your languid throat, slapping his sopping dick upon your face while you chased for breath. wet from your messy slobber, his heated skin smeared it all across your cheeks. the humiliation now staining your skin.

“please what, boy?” robby arched a brow, that steel in his gaze enough to make your cunt clench and for dennis’ already swollen cock to fatten impossibly further.

“fu-fuckk..” jack’s hips stuttered, feeling that sudden blissful resistance from within, driving himself back further. relishing how it gripped him tight like a wanton, little vice.

“i-i’ll do anything!!—please! j-just need to be inside!” dennis begged—his voice becoming pitched at the end of his pleas as he watched how jack now plowed with a furious vigor. one that had you mewling like some poor puppy in horrible heat. how he needed to be inside you so much. to relieve that ache from within while he rutted in you until you peed.

“h-hurts s’much, si-sir…”

at his daring begging, robby then smirked. almost amused at the thought that his little boy would even think that by pouting both he and jack will show leniency.

shaking his head, robby then chuckled. his thumb slipping inside your trembling lips as he pried them open to the shape of his cock.

“you ain’t getting any until your father and i are done with your sister.”

with that, robby then circled the tip along your mouth before plunging inside.

and for hours on end, without even a single moment of cessation, your two handlers fucked with the vigor that belied their age. spilling their seed until both you and they have lost count.

position soon changed, with you now lying on your back with robby now fucking inside your used pussy while jack plowed through your throat. hands wrapped around to both choke and add some much needed pressure for him to enjoy.

you must have lost your mind by then. with thoughts subsiding into a euphoric, submissive cloud. where nothing lingered but pleasure and want.

and like the good little girl that you were, you allowed yourself to be all pliant and willing to their every whim. whatever position, however rough or quick. you laid there and took it like their little champ.

all the while, dennis kneeled on the floor, watching. knuckles pale at his sides and palms bruised with various shapes of crescents that his nails had carved.

mouth salivating. pupils blown.

and at last, the two men pulled themselves out from your cute little holes. their seed seeping from both the entrance of your fluttering cunt and at the corners of your swollen lips.

all ruined. all used.

dennis then waited. breathing now still as adrenaline rushed through his veins. waiting for permission. even the slightest inclination that both his handlers were willing to let him have their seconds.

like some mutt begging its owner for scraps.

jack then looked to robby—a subtle tilt in his head, asking the other man if their boy deserved to sink his dick into your used cunt.

robby then looked to dennis. and with a click from his tongue, the boy then dove onto the floor.

pressing his face into your sweating nape while his swollen cock pressed into the puffed folds of your thoroughly-plowed pussy before pushing himself fully inside.

god, this must be heaven.

and without hesitation, without even waiting for your permission, he started to rut his hips. the desperation ingrained in each canting motion and muffled whine. he could feel himself slipping further into the same clouded, delirious space as his darling sister. the pleasure too much for his broken mind as he started to ramble from pure, frenzied lust.

“fee-feel so good, sis—fuck me!—gonna make sure it sticks, sis.” dennis cried, lifting your legs until it was now resting on his shoulders. folding you into half as your fucked-dumb mind was mewling from the stimulation.

“w-we’re gonna have so-so many little pups—gonna make sure you’re so full with me after shift. during s-shift. do-don’t care if-if sir already came inside, gonna make sure the pup is mine and no one e-else’s.” dennis plowed deep, pushing both your handlers seed deeper and deeper as it soon mixed with his own.

“m-my little sis i-is gonna look so-so cute wh-when she-she’s all round and full. f-fuck me!!—” your poor brother then spilled deep inside, still hooking the underside of your knee while he flipped you on your side, showing his handlers that he will work double time if that meant his little sister would carry his kids.

drooling into the carpet, your lashes fluttered. cheeks reddened and wet as you begged for dennis for more. hips moving with a mind of its own as they went downwards to met his thrusts.

“c-c’mon, s-sis, y-you can cum again right?” dennis then moved his free hand down to your swollen and angry clit, flicking it back and forth with his fingers while he continued his manic mumbling.

“s-say that you ca-can—!” he then pushed himself up and deep, earning a sudden yelp from your lips, “y’know it-it’s better wh-when we cum together! i-increases the c-chances!”

you cried out then, telling your brother that you can’t. begging him to stop as you started to feel something weird start to churn from within.

but clouded with desperation—with his mind now set on some deluded mission—he continued despite your complaints. slamming inside while he continued to rub your clit.

all the while, now seated on the couch, was your two handlers.

all too pleased to watch their pups breed.

and without warning, as you tried to pull yourself off from his stupid cock, you peed.

squirts of clear liquid leaving your cute messy hole while dennis realigned himself and slammed back inside. wasting no time to finish inside while you milked him dry.

his seed spilling into the entrance of your battered womb, joining both your handler’s own spend.

and with a grin that reach from ear to ear, dennis then moved inside. still grinding, still thrusting his now limp cock as he whispered,

“third times the charm. gotta make sure they have my eyes.”

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his attention then returned to your ass, cupping the fat as he massaged the reddening swell.

“he-he was hard! i-i just wanted to help..” you squeaked without thinking, soon realizing that you were now in deeper shit than before.

because dogs don’t speak unless spoken to. and abbot wasn’t talking to you. wasn’t even looking to you.

and when his gaze settled on your now worried face, the man smirked.

because prior to this, dennis had been placed in that horrible cage—a punishment for an earlier crime—wearing nothing but that same pair of briefs and a shirt. and the poor boy had been whimpering for hours, his cock weeping through the slit of his underwear, horny like a mutt in heat.

and you were the kind little pup who wanted to help their big brother, wanted to offer your cunt so his cum won’t have to be spilled on the cage floor.

cause that would be such a waste, and it’s never good to put such things to waste.

“really?” abbot chuckled, the sound rumbling from his throat as his roughened palm squeezed your now sensitive ass, “so you thought it was fine to let your brother out from his cage? so what? so his stupid cock won’t be lonely?”

clicking his tongue, his hand then cracked on your ass once more—harder this time—as the pain made your lungs swell and expand. the sound now echoing through the living room walls.

“expected more from you, sweetie. you’re supposed to be the smart one.” he said as he grasped at your jaw, making you meet his gaze.

tears were now streaming down your cheeks, skin as red as your now abused ass,

“t-thought i-i was helping, sir… he-he—“

SMACK!

and you cried out once more, body now shaking from both the pain and the impact—throat becoming more sore,

“i-i’m so-sorry, sir.. pl-please..”

but the older man had no mercy in his gaze, even as he watched those tears trickle from your cheeks. watched as your bottom lip quivered and your breath hiccup.

“dennis.”

abbot called, earning your brother’s immediate attention—back straightening in hopes that he could relieve you from his wrath.

“briefs off. now.”

and without hesitation, the other man stripped himself until he was bare, his hardened cock standing at full mast—your own gaze attached to the swollen tip.

he stood there for a moment, waiting for abbot to tell him to sit. and when he was given the command, he then went back on his knees, sitting on the heels of his feet. obedient as ever.

but before abbot could continue his discipline, the door to the house opened, with robby walking in from his shift.

the man was in his usual mood, somewhat cheerful since he was home, but that immediately shifted when he saw what was happening in front of him.

his cute little girl laying across his husband’s lap, ass beaten red and his boy kneeling on the floor naked.

it seems that abbot didn’t even bother to tell him about their most recent act of disobedience.

“hey…” michael greeted, tone cautious as he set aside his bag on the kitchen counter, noticing the clothes strewn across the floor.

your camisole laying near the counter, your skirt near the refrigerator door, and dennis’s t-shirt atop of your discarded socks.

“ahh..” the older man said, looking back to abbot’s expectant gaze.

“guess someone decided to let their brother out of the cage, huh? got lonely or something, sweetie?”

robby then approached the couch where you and abbot have been this entire time, arms now resting on the back cushions as his gaze traveled across your curved spine and your ruined rear.

“n-no, daddy! j-just wanted to help de-denny… was whimpering so much throughout the afternoon and..”

biting down your bottom lip, your tear stained eyes flickered between your handlers.

but robby was quiet. assessing. and letting you continue.

“—and i, uhm… told him that he could… cum inside so he doesn’t have to be so hard..”

at that admission, jack scoffed and shook his head.

and without warning, he then lifted you off his lap and tossed you to the floor beside dennis—the carpet cushioning your fall as the man stood at his full height.

“if you wanna be a little cum bucket so bad, sweetie.” slowly, he undid the buckle to his belt, “then i’ll fill that fucking needy cunt myself.”

glancing over to his husband, jack then cocked his head to the side.

a silent invitation.

and who was robby to decline?

…might write a second parter to this, still unsure.

edit: second parter has been released!

with a calloused palm, he cupped your heated cunt; mouth pressed into the divot of your neck,

“so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

the man chuckled, watching as your hips moved back and forth in an almost see saw fashion. the bottom half of your scrubs now pooling below your knees.

his index then pressed into the new line between your sopping folds, gliding the digit to tease rather than please.

“wants to be filled, don’t she?” his teeth nipped at the bottom of your ear, the lobe now caught between his lips as he suckled on the skin just to hear you whine.

with the same finger, he pulled the soaking layer aside and pressed the tip into your entrance, circling the ring before pushing it inside.

and at that, your eyes fluttered as you pleaded and keened,

“ro-robby, wa-wait—!”

your voice weakened then, knowing that even the smallest noise could be heard outside if someone was inclined to.

but that didn’t stop your attending from adding another finger inside your willing cunt,

“not my name, sweet pea,” he rumbled into the underside of your ear, licking a thin strip along the bony curve, “—try again.”

soon, his fingers crooked and curved, seeking that sweet little spot as he watched your chest heave from beneath the top of your scrubs. your skin along your cheeks and neck were now flushed, lashes fluttering as you whispered,

“da-daddy, please..”

your hands then grasped at his shoulders, curling at the fabric of his jacket as you pulled him closer. wanting more of what he was willing to give.

“please what? use those big girl words.” he hummed, slamming the heel of his palm square into your clit, knowing well that it would force a sudden breath from out of your lungs.

“fu-fuck!” you nearly shouted before his other hand sailed across and covered your mouth.

your vision nearly blurred then, his palm drenched with slick now dribbling down his wrist.

“n-need more, daddy… fingers not enough…”

and at the slight pout of your bottom lip, the older man tilted his head, angling his fingers as it straightened to press into the inside of your walls.

“yeah?” michael said with a knowing smile, watching as your lips opened with an inaudible moan, “needs something inside, doesn’t she?”

nodding, you whispered back as best as you can, “y-yeah! inside, please, inside..!”

with that, his hand then withdraw from your cunt,

“turn around then, baby, hands on the wall.”

and as you did as you were told, spreading your legs for him to see the mess in between, you heard him undo the drawstring to his scrubs. watched him palm the now prominent bulge under the cloth.

but before he could take out that engorged cock from beneath his briefs, the older man first removed his readers and tucked them into the corner pocket of his scrubs.

”let’s make this quick.”

pictures were taken from @poisoned-green-apple’s post.

his knee had been placed in between your thighs, scrubs still on but not for long. with deft hands, he then undid the drawstring to your pants, pulling it down until the hem had settled onto the cleft of your ass.

fingers were now pressing into your clothed cunt, feeling the fabric dampened from his touch while his mouth was now latched onto your collarbone, leaving bruises and hickies in his wake.

“tell me what you want, baby.” his teeth then grazed the thin layer of skin atop the bone of your collar, causing your breath to hitch.

still, relentless as ever, his fingers were now pressing into the divot where your folds had parted, panties now soaked until the slick had coated the tips of his digits in a clear, wet sheen.

he was teasing you, testing your restraint. watching each time your lashes fluttered in momentary estasy while your hips ground into his hand in search of friction.

but when his index circled your clit, motions subtle and circular, he watched as you bucked and keened—voice so pitched as though you were about to whine.

“d-dennis, i-i, you-you… please.” your thighs trembled then, pressing until the plushness of it held his hand firm into place, letting you grind more as you chased that now tangible high.

and cruelly, as though torture was entwined with his pleasure, he yanked his hand from between and slapped the heel of his palm onto your ass.

“use your words, sweetie. ain’t a mind reader.”

you must have cried then, from the sudden lost of his friction and at that sting that was now on your ass.

dennis was strong. needed to be so he could keep working the stables back on his family’s farm. his muscles were not prominent but his physique was clearly toned, enough so that each time you noticed his arms flex, you could feel something pool between your thighs.

“need something inside..” you sucked in a breath, chest heaving in time with your now pulsing cunt.

but when he arched a brow, as if expecting to hear more, you closed your eyes and shuddered.

“pl-please… dennis? p-promise to be good..”

and without warning or even hesitation, he tugged at the fabric of your scrubs until it was off, leaving you bare with only your panties and disheveled camisole to keep you decent.

but that hunger in his gaze meant that the man was not done.

far from it.

he then pushed you into a new position, where your knees were resting on his shoulders while he mouth your still clothed cunt, licking at the slick from the fabric.

you must have seen stars the moment his teeth grazed the hood of your clit, still clothed but the friction alone was delicious—enough so that it had you teetering over the blissful edge.

with the flat bed of his tongue, he pressed it onto your sopping folds, that thin stripe that was the layer of your panties now pulled to the side. the tip then delved in between, teasing the entrance with surprising expertise.

your hands were now weaving and pulling at his hair, chestnut curls poking between your fingers as you cried and begged for more.

more of his tongue. more of his mouth. more of him.

soon, as he narrowed his tongue, he started plunging inside with a punishing pace, the pad of his callous thumb now circling your sensitive nub.

he watched as your hips buckled and bucked without reason or rhyme, breath hitching into pitchy whines while your mouth whimpered out his name in succession.

“de-dennis, dennis—oh my god—dennis!!”

stars were now clouding your vision like gauze—eyes fluttering to a close as your thighs tightened around his head like a vice. shoving your cunt as much as you could against his now soaked face.

“that’s it, sweetie, c’mon. want to taste that cum on my tongue.” dennis encouraged, not once wavering in his pace with both his thumb and tongue.

and before he finished that sentence, you shattered.

a sudden shriek was then torn from your now sore throat, engulfed in both pleasurable pain and breathtaking heights.

and as you collapsed from that sudden, indescribable high—your back then arched off of the bed, thighs drawn tight while your toes curled. hands now clawing at his scalp, sweat dripping down your forehead and staining his sheets.

slowly, so slowly, he then lapped his tongue at your now overwhelmed entrance, aiding you through the euphoric waves until it settled into a more calming stream.

soon, he then unwrapped your thighs from his head, careful as he surged forward until your lips met—the taste of your cum both present on his tongue and lips, but more so as it had sprayed across his reddened face.

“see what happens when you listen to me, sweetie?”

inspiration was taken from @lostalioth’s post