"I don't feel like sharing today, brother," Ilay groaned thrusting in my mouth. "You'll just have to find relief elsewhere."

"Can't you do it in your room? This is shared space," Luka retorted. I could no longer see his face from the tears pooling my eyes as the meat slipped in and out of my mouth.

"But I want to do it here. You can watch if you want, I can never say no to such an offer."
The final thrust came, and, he came. Quite a lot, as it even spilled from my mouth right before I exploded in coughs, trying to regain my breath.

Before I could stabilize my breathing, my body was pushed back to lie down and the savage psycho quickly lowered himself between my thighs.
"What..."
The smirk on his face made it clear that he wasn't playing nice guy at the moment. And damn, it made my pussy start dripping before his cock even got to it.

"Look at you trying to glare at me yet flushed from the raw desire that must be burning that tight hole of yours. My lewd ex-virgin." He kissed my cheek, then my nose, and finally my other cheek, leaving behind a sweet fire that scorched my skin. All while his hand sneakily pulled the shorts down until my ass and pussy were reachable.

As his lips teased my face, Ilay wasted no time pushing two fingers inside my pussy.
He instantly tensed up and a grunt escaped his lips. "Such a slutty pussy. Already wet without me doing anything. It must be dying for my cock."

I stayed silent to show my resistance even though every other part of my body was screaming for some dick. No. For a lot of dick.
"How can I disappoint it when it's crying for me?" He continued teasing with both his words, mouth, and fingers.

His experienced movements inside me pushed the pleasure buttons in there, having me moan out without a care in the world. And then he lightly touched this one spot and my entire body felt like it had been dipped in lava that didn't cause pain when burning me, rather, a lot of pleasure.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as I let out one sharp moan and my lower half began trembling as a tightness formed in my lower abdomen.
"Found it." Ilay chuckled. "Now I know where to touch when I want to make you cry like this."

He pulled out his fingers and I clenched as pleasure leaked from my pussy.
My arms had grown a little limp from the sharp and sudden orgasm Ilay had given me, falling from his neck when he shuffled around.

When the effects of the orgasm faded slightly, something bigger and longer than Ilay's fingers was knocking at my hole. It didn't wait for permission, it just went through.
Urgh! What was with me today? How could I be this horny in only a week?
Why did everything feel so good today?

He placed my legs on his shoulders, the shorts still hanging around my knees.
"You wore my shirt to seduce me, right? Such a slut."

"..." I couldn't find the words to say to him, my mind was going blank from the cock pushing its way through me, digging deeper and deeper with each thrust.

My moans, Ilay's groans, and Lukas's grunts mixed in the air to form a melody that Eros would be proud of.
Wait, why was Luka making such pleasurable grunts?

I turned my head to the side and saw him leaning against the door, the hem of his shirt in his mouth and his cock in his hand as he stroked it aggressively.
Never before had I seen a man masturbate in front of me. And he seemed to be staring at...me.

I smiled thinking to myself, 'This family has no concept of shame.'
As soon as my smile graced his sight, his cock exploded in ropes of cum before his body quaked to the fervent orgasm.

"My little slut likes watching people cum. Should we add that to our future sex sessions?" Ilay asked, his voice fogged with pleasure and anger. "But I don't like you being distracted as I destroy your pussy!" He hissed grabbing my jaw and making me face him. "Keep your fucking eyes on me unless you want to lose them."

"Fuck you!" I managed a curse. But that was the trigger that led to the imminent aggressive sex.

He pulled out and then turned me around to lie on my stomach. "You asked for this!" He groaned, his hands raising my ass by my waist to have me on my knees but my chest remained pressed on the couch.

"Do your worst," I provoked him further, excited about what would come.
Yes, I wanted him to fuck me until I passed out. To fuck me until my pussy couldn't handle it anymore. I wanted to be used by him and him only. Sure I would agree if he were to ask me to sleep with his brothers, but only he was allowed to dominate my body.

"Aaaah!" I shrieked the second he shoved his cock in.
I could feel his anger as he began pounding inside me as if he was trying to turn my insides out. There was some pain from what was possibly a slight tear, but my body ignored it and focused on the pleasure emanating from the rough thrusts.

"You're taking my cock so well. Have you been dying for it all these days?"

I bit my lip, more tears flooding my eyes.
What the hell was this? I never knew I'd be into violent sex. How could I find thrill in pain and pleasure? Why was I allowing Ilay to use me as he pleased and yet feel good afterward? Was I a masochist?
Oh fuck!
How could I discover such a truth in the middle of hot hard pounds?

A painful spank on my right butt cheek jolted me back to life. Only then did I realize I was zoned out. "I warned you not to get distracted."

He spanked me again on the same spot and I screamed out, my thighs draining the energy in them.
"Look at that, someone likes getting spanked. You're squeezing me so tightly. Do you want me to cum so badly so I can let you off?" Ilay questioned in the middle of his thrusting. "Aaah! You're not in luck today love. I'm going to fuck you until everyone comes here thinking you're dying."
His threat sounded like I had been promised a piece of paradise instead of hell.

'Do it! Do it!' I screamed in my head because my voice box was preoccupied with my moaning and groaning.
It felt so fucking good being fucked to insanity by the hot Russian guy that any girl would want a piece of. Ilay was the full package, from wealth to his amazing dick, which filled me up nicely.

Whenever he thrust, it felt as if a pole was being pushed inside me to rip me in halves. But this pole was made of flesh and blood. It was alive, hot, and very hard.

Someone picked up my hand, and it wasn't Ilay because his were still holding up my waist as he fucked the daylight out of me.

When it was guided to wrap around another throbbing and hard cock, my mind reminded me of Lukas's presence which I had forgotten in my moment of heavenly delight.
Using my hand, Luka stroked himself, moaning just like his brother.

And now the whole house would know that I had entertained both Ilay and Luka. Such a beautiful reputation. The brothers' slut.