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It was Friday night once again, and Shane, Harvey, and Marion were the last patrons at the saloon. They had drunk a bit more than they should have, shared a few too many nervous glances, and had far too many covert touches. No one had spoken about the text. It was business as usual, complaining, gossiping, and then drinking some more.
“I think Gus is gonna get the broom if we don’t take off.” Shane slurred.
“Would you mind walking us home?” Marion batted her eyes at the man across the table. “I emphasize the walking part, I’m not afraid of hurting you if you pick me up again.”
Harvey let out a laugh much louder than normal; his filter had faltered as well.
“Don’t lie to me, you like being manhandled.” Shane grinned, a dangerous grin.
“You wish.” Marion shot back, not wanting to give in too easily.
“Oh yeah, I do.”
Harvey set cash on the table and stood, stretching. He extended his hand to his wife, shooting a quick look over to the other man.
“You coming?”
The double meaning wasn’t lost on anyone.
…
Marion maintained a safe distance from the pair. Shane was currently running his fingers through Harvey’s hair, admiring the curls.
“Get a room, you two.” She rolled her eyes.
“Yours or mine?” Harvey giggled, almost sounding like a lovesick schoolboy.
“Yours has better… amenities.” Shane helpfully added, looking over at Marion with a wink.
“Amenities are only for guests. Are you going to be our guest tonight, Shane?” She quickly shot back.
“It would be pretty fuckin rude to use the amenities without staying the night.” He licked his lips. “What if the amenities wanna be used in the morning too?”
They had reached the front door just in time, a moment's hesitation passing between them.
“Shane?” Harvey leaned over Shane, hand against the doorframe. He cut an imposing figure when he wanted to.
“Yup?”
“I don’t think I can wait on you to grow a pair.”
“That’s good because it’s been 28 years and I haven’t had luck yet.” Shane’s voice cracked.
“Do you want to come in and fuck my wife?”
“Yes.” Marion had half expected a smart ass answer, but instead, Shane had spoken the secret password to grant entrance to the farmhouse.
…
It didn’t take long until Marion was in Shane’s lap, his hands up her shirt, tongues intertwined. Marion rocked her hips, grinding herself against his cock with reckless abandon. Sweet moans pour out of her mouth as Shane sucks and bites down her jaw, then neck, then chest.
“Shane.” She whined, casting a look over to her husband. And fuck, what a sight he was.
Harvey sat in the chair across from them, a glass of whiskey sat melting on his knee. His bow tie was undone, his gray hairs highlighted by the lone floor lamp casting soft light above him. Most importantly, he slowly and methodically stroked himself watching the scene unfold in front of him.
“You like what you see, stud?” Marion groaned. Shane had undone her shirt, sucking greedily at her breast.
“Yeah, yeah, I do.”
“He’s so much bigger in person, I don’t know if I can take him.” Marion groaned, snapping her hips to emphasize her point.
“Yer gonna fucking take me.” Shane assured her, “I’m gonna make you take me.”
Shane was able to strip her with relative ease, leaving her naked on his lap. It did something weird to her brain, having both men be fully clothed while she was nude. Strong hands on her hips moved, flipping her so her back was against Shane.
“Tell me you’re a good slut that’s ready for my cock.” Shane was wiggling out of his shorts and boxers, exposing his overly hard member.
“I’m ready, Shane, I’ve been ready.” Marion sassed back.
“Fuck I hope I stretch you out enough, I know Harvey’s big too, but both of us…” Shane trailed off as Marion felt him at her entrance.
“Shane, fuck.” Marion tried to rock herself down on him. Shane held her tight, however, rubbing the fat head of his cock against her clit. He didn’t have the patience, and quickly he found her hole and couldn’t stop himself from sinking in.
“Fucking tight, fuck you’re so fucking eager for it.” Shane rambled. “Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck this pretty cunt raw.”
“You look good in her.” Harvey rumbled, getting up from his seat. “She stretches so nicely around you.”
“Harvey!” Marion couldn’t believe her husband's mouth. “You’re so big, Shane, I can feel you stretching me.”
Without prompting, Harvey knelt in front of them and licked a broad strip up the point where Shane and Marion joined, eliciting moans from both.
“Oh fuck yeah, fucking use your tongue to get her nice and wet for my cock.” Shane began to fuck into the farmer, working her up and down his shaft.
“You both taste so good.” Harvey groaned, working lower to suck at Shane’s balls. This caused the dark-haired man to whine, hips fucking as deep as possible as he could.
“Just like that, Shane, just like that.” Marion whined.
The small cabin was filled with the sound of skin against skin, Shane’s hands firm around the farmer's waist to work her over his cock. Using her as a fleshlight, Harvey attached his mouth to her clit, sucking hard at the small bundle of nerves.
“Fuck I didn’t think you could get any tighter.” Shane growled. He was quite busy alternating between Marion’s lips and neck, marking wherever possible.
“Wrap a hand around her neck, Shane, and see how tight she can really get.” Harvey helpfully offered.
Shane did as he was told, applying even pressure to the sides of her throat, forcing her to clamp down.
“Oh fuck, fuck Shane, I can’t-“ she started babbling, Shane’s hand pulling at her exposed nipple, adding to the barrage of sensations.
“You gonna come on another man’s cock?” Shane grunted, trying to force himself deeper. “Gonna make your husband watch as you come on my fat fucking prick? Yeah, that’s it baby, I know you want to, I know you wanna scream my name.”
He was right, she did want it. Looking down, she caught Harvey’s eye, lust pooling in his blown-out pupils. He wanted it just as desperately. The fact that he was so into watching her get plowed by their friend was what sent her over the edge, her place as a toy for these men’s use forcing a violent climax through her.
“Yoba, oh Yoba, Harvey slip a couple fingers in there,” Shane whined, his hips slowing.
“What?” Marion hazily asked, not seeming to understand why she needed more.
“You really want to stretch her out, don’t you?” Harvey gave a low chuckle, but easily complied with the orders. Marion winced as he circled the place where she and Shane met with a wet finger, forcing her body to relax. Surprisingly, he was able to get one in with ease, even though Harvey had almost ludicrously thick fingers.
“That’s it, just relax, baby.” Shane cooed, a touch of condescension in his voice. “Let us take care of you.”
Whining and keening, the farmer couldn’t stop herself from rocking against the stretch of Shane’s cock and Harvey’s second finger.
“What are-“ a third finger was being pushed in, causing her to cry out, “what are you guys doing to me?”
Shane’s laugh sent chills up her spine. Harvey spat on her cunt, thick spit pushing into her hole.
“Mmm, ever inquisitive, can’t you just take it like a good slut?” Shane grunted in her ear.
“You should listen to him, baby.” Harvey nodded. Both men were now moving in and out of her slowly, warming her up to the stretch of her tight cunt.
“Are you guys going to both fuck me?” She finally caught on. Shane grinned, wolfish, against her neck. Harvey only sealed his mouth to her pussy once again. “Fuck I- I don’t know if I can-“ She nervously stammered. Shane was already stretching her to her limit, and Harvey wasn’t any smaller.
“You’re going to take it whore.” Harvey bit her thigh. He was never this commanding, a whole new side that managed to make her even more turned on. “I know you’re an eager fucking slut, don’t lie. You wanna feel us inside you so bad. Think about it, baby, think about us both pumping up against that tight fucking cervix, basically fucking frotting inside of you.”
“Jesus Harv.” Shane’s hips bucked up.
“You like that, Shane? I can talk dirty too, you’re not the only one that’s thought about fucking this tight little hole together as an excuse to feel your cock slide against mine.”
Harvey straightened on his knees, giving him enough height to come face to face with Shane. Harvey felt bold, his neglected cock going straight to his head to fill him with want. Sealing their mouths together, Shane and Harvey groaned, the ridiculously erotic noise of their lips and tongues, and teeth clashing in Marion’s ear made her rock her hips harder. Balancing on the harm of the chair, she rose up and down, faster and faster, riding Shane and making him moan into Harvey’s mouth. Their hands groped at one another roughly.
“You wanna fuck your wife with me, Harv?” Shane panted. “You wanna make her take us just to use her to get off together?”
Marion’s second orgasm was quickly approaching, and the way they spoke about her without caring for what she thought unleashed a perverted set of desires within her.
“Next time, Shane,” Harvey was sucking hickeys down Shane’s neck, “next time I want you to fuck my wife, while I breed your ass.”
“Yoba, yes.” Shane growled.
“Wanna feel you pump your cum into her while I fuck that tight ass.” Harvey had removed his fingers, using the slick to get his cock wet. “Marion, are you ready, sweetheart?”
He finally turned his attention back to her, and without his fingers, she felt ridiculously empty now. Marion dumbly nodded, resigned to her fate.
“Just relax, baby, you’re going to make such a pretty cocksleeve,” Shane reassured her.
Harvey spat on his hand again, closing his eyes and groaning while he worked it along his cock. You knew neither of them would last, just sitting sheathed inside of you, you could feel Shane twitching. Lining himself up, Harvey pushed in with less resistance than she had expected. It felt unlike anything else, like she was going to rip at the seams. Too full to even conjure a thought. Harvey pushed further, his tip gliding along the underside of Shane’s cock, making him pant and whine. Two hands, unknown whose, played with her nipples, mindless circles and pinches to keep her nervous system overloaded.
“It’s so warm, you’re so warm.” Harvey panted. “Doing so well, so good.”
“Good girl, good girl,” Shane muttered into her neck.
Harvey finally bottomed out, the three panting, sweat dripping onto one another. Marion had never felt fuller, unsure if she would ever recover.
“I’m gonna move now.” Harvey seemed to be telling himself as much as anyone else.
True to his word, Harvey started slowly, rhythmically fucking into his wife. Shane did similar, small humping thrusts into the other man’s cock. Gasping moans escaped her chest, her mind teetering towards going completely blank. When she felt them begin to work in tandem, cocks rubbing against one another to bully against her cervix, she came without hesitation. So lost in the pleasure, she didn’t even announce her intent, instead reaching a climax as tears rolled down her face, her cunt sucking at the two men inside of her. Harvey’s gentle thumb to her clit felt like cruelty, like he was using her body to get off, only seeking another orgasm from her to make her tighten around them. It worked, in a quick succession, she came again, her trigger hair thin. Unable to stop the warm seeping feeling from between her thighs, she felt herself squirt as she came a third time, drenching both men.
“Marion, Yoba, you’ve never squirted before.” Harvey panted; he was now fucking into her as hard as possible. “I’m gonna give you my cum, you’ve earned it, you’ve earned our fucking seed.”
“Come on, my cock, Harv, wanna feel you blow so I can fuck both our cum into that womb.” Shane slurred.
“I hope this knocks you up, baby. I hope this gets you pregnant, hope you walk around feeling like a filthy fucking slut, not knowing who the father of your baby is.” Harvey’s nails dug into her hips, half forcing her down onto them.
For her part, Marion just nodded, her mind empty of any and all consequences. She was their, their fuck slut, their cocksleeve.
“Get pregnant, fuck get pregnant,” Harvey whined over and over, finally reaching his orgasm.
“Oh fuck I can feel you, I can feel your cum, Harvey.” Shane pumped himself in and out dutifully. She could feel her husband's load, hot and thick, shooting against her cervix, Shane’s cock working as a plug to keep it as deep as possible. “Don’t pull out yet, I’m gonna cum, I wanna cum on your cock too.”
He sounded like a whiny child begging to get his way. It wasn’t long before he did. Harvey pushed his cock as deep as possible as Shane rocked against him, brushing Marion’s G-spot over and over until they felt her come again. That was Shane’s cue.
“Oh Yoba, I’m actually breeding you, not gonna be able to stop, not gonna stop.” He promised. She felt him cum, her already too full cunt now worked further as he shot into the already thick pool of Harvey’s cum. He didn’t stop either, keening sobs as his hips kept rutting, Harvey’s increasingly overstimulated moans driving him further.
“Are you going to come again, Shane?” Harvey sounded like he couldn’t believe it.
“Need to, need to breed her, need to make sure her fucking womb is pumped full, fucking swimming in jizz.” He whined. He had stopped playing with Marion’s nipples, instead groping her large breasts harshly.
“Gonna be so hot filled with milk, gonna let us suckle on them baby? Gonna let us breed you over and over to keep you nice and pregnant, fat fucking tits always full for us. Can take turns putting babies into you. Take turns on ya the whole pregnancy too, cumslut, cocksleeve, fucking breeding cow, take my babies, I hope it’s fucking twins.” Shane was licking at Marion’s neck like a rabid dog as he rambled. She felt him finally still, cock pulsing with a second orgasm. Surprisingly, her husband followed suit.
“Get her pregnant, Shane, breed my wife.” That was all he could whine before shooting his own load. It was too much, the thick sticky cum leaking out of her in globs. She was overstuffed, cunt now used to the stretch of the two men and their cum. She was barely conscious, her body so overstimulated she couldn’t tell what felt where. She was just a vessel for them.
Harvey pulled out first, watching his mouth ajar as their shared spend flowed out of her. He gently helped Marion off their friend's cock, the last of his strength being used to carry her to the bedroom. Vaguely, she heard Shane.
“Be right there.” He half mumbled.
“How you doin', lovey?” Harvey asked her softly, gingerly laying her down in the large bed. She stretched, her whole body aching. It was overwhelming; she couldn’t tell what she was feeling.
“Here, hon, drink a lil water.” Shane had followed, a glass of water and what looked to be some cut-up apples from one of the trees out front.
She sat up and took small sips of the water, her husband's hand gently caressing her hair as she did so.
“Can you take a couple of bites of apple?” He asked her, offering the plate. He placed his hand softly on her knee, reassuring circles reminding her of his care. “You did so good for us.” He cooed, it made Marion’s heart beat faster, her heightened emotional state dropping.
“Absolutely wonderful, my love, you are incredible.” Harvey added, taking an apple slice for himself.
“That was…” Marion finally broke the silence, getting her bearings. “Really good. I don’t know if I was prepared for it to be that good.”
Shane laughed, a genuine smile flooding his face. She could feel Harvey ease behind her as well, as if they had been just as eager to receive her praise.
“I think we let it get a little away from us.” Harvey chuckled. “Next time, we should probably check in with you more.”
“Next time?” Shane’s eyebrows shot up.
“Shut up, Shane.” Marion laughed softly, “Unless you weren’t into it?”
“No! I mean, nah, I just.” He anxiously bit another piece of apple. “Don’t wanna look a gift horse in the mouth, that’s all.”
“My only stipulation,” Harvey straightened, which told Marion he was going to say something much more responsible and doctor-like, “is that you stop seeing all those weirdos on Grindr and Tinder.”
“Easy, hate those weirdos anyways.” Shane nodded eagerly. “I also don’t… don’t really want anything besides you two.”
“Us neither,” Marion spoke for both of them.
A softness settled among them as they finished the apple, Harvey helping Marion to the shower. Shane was forced to stay, if not just to avoid running into Lewis. The bed was thankfully, big enough for the three of them.