#Bride

The first time I saw Dylan was on a summer night. I was with my friends in a bar, celebrating my nineteenth birthday. His deep and enigmatic gaze caught me. He wasn't very tall, nor was he very beautiful, but he had something in his eyes that I liked. It was a mutual attraction, we had both liked each other, and that same night we ended up having sex together. It was a matter of time before we started dating. He was very attentive and affectionate, plus things flowed wonderfully. We had a connection that went beyond words. Just by looking at each other we understood perfectly what the other was thinking or feeling. And sex with him was always amazing. Over the years, things were going great and there were even plans to get married. But the problem was when I met his brother, Marcelo. Marcelo was a very attractive man, he had turned forty-eight that year, but he didn't look it. He is older than Dylan by sixteen years. The only similarity these brothers had was the shape of their foreheads and the color of their eyes. Beyond that, no one could say they were related. Dylan was much shorter, his muscles were not strong and his skin was much paler than that of his older brother. Marcelo, on the other hand, was much taller and sturdier, he trained every day, which showed in his firm muscles. Genetics had definitely favored my brother-in-law. Every time I saw Marcelo, I got horny and he knew it. That's why he would deliberately provoke me. When I passed by him, he would spank me in a "friendly" way or stare shamelessly at my ass whenever I bent over. Many times when we were talking he would stare at my tits, and he didn't care if Dylan was present. I was afraid Dylan would notice all this, so I opted to stop going to his family's house and my in-laws, only seeing them when they came to visit our apartment. However, I could not get Marcelo out of my mind. His face, his body, his voice, his eyes and that hungry look he had every time he looked at me. Unable to stop it, he was my inspiration when I masturbated. I would caress my vagina imagining that it was his thick fingers touching me. That he was squeezing my clitoris and rubbing it rigorously, that he was spreading the lips of my vagina apart and then starting to fuck it with his fingers without stopping. And then, when I was already on the cusp of orgasm, he would thrust his cock all the way in with one thrust. To start fucking me like the sex-starved whore that I am. Time went by and finally my wedding day with Dylan arrived. And obviously, Marcelo was on the guest list, that had me worried. But I couldn't get lost in that worry. I was about to marry him who, beyond everything else, was the love of my life. The ceremony was quick, and since it was the middle of summer, my wedding dress was very short. During the whole process, I was so busy with the guests that I didn't even notice if Marcelo was there or not. However, when we arrived at the party, I noticed his presence, as I felt his intense gaze on me. I tried not to pay much attention to him, but when it was time for the couples dance, Marcelo came straight to me with a cocky smile. The party is going very well and you are very beautiful, sister-in-law. The way he said "sis-in-law" made my skin crawl. I could feel my cheeks burning. -Thank you, Marce. My voice sounded quite nervous. I was very nervous and he laughed softly and looked at me with a flirtatious smile, leaning close to my ear. What's the matter, do I make you nervous, sister-in-law? His voice, so deep and husky, made my breath catch for a moment. -Did you think I didn't notice how you were looking at me all this time? My heart was beating so fast, I felt my cheeks blush. He laughed again, but his eyes looked at me with intensity and something else I couldn't decipher. -You're a whore. Those words sent an electric shock throughout my body. My vagina felt hot and very wet, leaving me speechless, not even knowing what to say. While I was lost, looking for the words to answer, Marcelo put his hand under my dress and began to caress me. -Marcellus, what the fuck are you doing? I wanted to reprimand him, but my voice gave away how excited I was. My vagina got wetter and wetter with every caress. He didn't say anything, he just moved his fingers faster and faster while we were still dancing. Several family members and friends watched our dance with smiling expressions, not knowing what was really going on. -But look how slutty you turned out to be. Getting horny with your husband's brother, to such an extent that you soaked the whole thong... what a slut. I couldn't believe what was happening. Only soft sighs came out of my mouth which, miraculously, were muffled by the music. I felt his fingers digging inside me. He was fucking my vagina, not caring that people were watching us at all times. His thumb squeezed my swollen clit, I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming with pleasure. -What's the matter, slut? Don't you want Dylan to see you? I shook my head, as I heard him chuckle softly. I felt an intense gaze on me, raised my head and realized that Dylan had been watching us from the head table. I was horrified and tried to pull away from Marcellus, but he pinched my clit, making me stay still in my place. A mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through me completely. -Shh. Look closely, little whore. Confused, I looked at him more closely, and noticed how he was masturbating under the table. -Your "dear husband" knows what a slut you are. I was already on the verge of cumming. Seeing Dylan like that, in that way, turned me on even more. -Listen to what I'm going to tell you, now you're going to calm down. You're going to come with me and Dylan, quietly. Is that clear to you? Believe me, you're going to like this, piggy. Hearing his command, I felt an internal tremor and obediently followed him. When we passed by Dylan, Marcelo smiled knowingly and he smiled back. Rising from his place and walking beside us. From the corner of my eye I could see that in his pants I could perfectly notice a big bulge. The three of us left in Marce's car, they were sitting in the front and I was in the back seat. They looked at me with predatory eyes, full of lust and desire. Nobody said anything, there was a sepulchral silence. I was very nervous, I looked at Dylan, who was very serene. In spite of having seen how the woman, who became his wife that same day, was masturbated by his brother-in-law. Before I knew it, Marcelo had parked the car since we had already arrived. As soon as I set foot inside the apartment, between the two brothers they stripped me completely naked, devouring my naked body with their hungry gaze. Dylan looked at me with a devious smile making me wet again. -I know what a slut you are and, I also know you've had it in for Marcelo ever since you saw him. I'm not stupid. I swallowed hard, I was naked and felt both ashamed and vulnerable, yet I didn't feel in any real danger. I tried to cover my body as much as I could with my arms. I had my eyes glued to the floor, I couldn't look them in the face. I heard the sound of clothes falling to the ground. -However, I'm not upset. On the contrary... This is kind of exciting. I looked up and saw that Dylan and Marcelo were naked in front of me, I stared at their cocks in astonishment. -What? This..." my words were silenced by a hard slap Dylan gave me. -Shut up, you fucking bitch. His slap and authoritative tone, made me moan and sigh. I felt my whole body ignite. -What a disgusting whore she is... it was true what you told me, brother. -Marcellus spoke while looking at me with amusement and malice. -She's a very submissive little whore, who loves to be treated like what she is. A little piggy addicted to semen and male cocks. -We both laughed, "She better be ready to receive us in her little ass tonight. I was so excited, I couldn't believe what was happening. I looked at Dylan and saw the lustful malice in his eyes. -Marcelo, from now on this filthy pig is going to be our personal whore. Marcelo smirked at Dylan and then looked at me fiercely. -If she's ours... Shouldn't we mark her as such? Dylan nodded with a cruel laugh. Immediately I felt two powerful jets of hot liquid hit my face and body. It was then that I understood what was to become of me. I belonged to them, I was their whore. After this, the three of us went upstairs to the bathroom and stepped into the hot shower. Steam filled the bathroom. There was only the sound of the shower and the water falling, mixed with my sighs of pleasure. I felt Dylan's lips on my neck, biting and sucking eagerly. His hands slid along the trail the drops left on my skin. The heat was rising higher and higher, my body burning with need. At that moment I was no longer a person. No. I had become a slutty whore thirsty for the semen of her two males, I was nothing more than a sex-starved little pig. The only thing that was in my mind, was the desire for those men to stick their hot cocks inside my filthy, spent hole. I could never be a person again, never again, I am just a simple semen reservoir for my males eager to finish. Marcelo looked at me hungrily, his gaze darkened with lust. Dylan roughly grabbed my jaw, turning my head. -You're a piece of whore, you filthy pig. Now tell me, who do you belong to? My eyes closed because of the sudden and abrupt movement. Marcelo sank his teeth into my collarbone, causing me to cry out in pain. -I opened my eyes and answer me, motherfucker. Dylan's voice sounded so deep and commanding that it made me shudder. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I opened my eyes, and was met with a gaze that showed absolute desire. A sigh escaped my parted lips. I felt like I was in a trance. -To you...? I murmured with a thread of voice, stuttering uncertainly. I knew instantly that I had made a mistake. For a new bite, much stronger than the previous one, snapped me out of my trance-like state. I let out a yelp of pain and felt my hair being harshly pulled, forcing me to turn my gaze towards Marcelo. -Speak well, you pig asshole. The contempt-filled tone in his voice made me shiver, my pussy was on fire. The hot water of the shower felt cold in comparison to the way my body was. -I... I belong to both of you... I am yours and yours alone, so you can use me as you wish. Under the hot water, my voice and my legs trembled. My whole body was at their mercy, Marcelo was behind me and Dylan in front. I felt Marcelo let out a soft laugh at the back of my neck and I shivered even more. Dylan grabbed my breasts hard, squeezing and kneading them. The feel of his big, calloused hands, ripped sighs from deep in my throat. My nipples were beginning to erect and he squeezed them, pinching them mercilessly. A high-pitched moan escaped my lips, immediately I felt a spank so hard it made me sob. -Who gave you permission to moan, you fucking whore? -Marce looked at Dylan disapprovingly, "It seems to me that this filthy pig doesn't know her place. He tugged on my hair again, not at all gently, forcing me to look him in the eye. My legs wavered and I felt myself falling, but Dylan quickly braced my trembling body, with his left arm, avoiding the impact and forcing me to stand firm there. While still torturing, with his right hand, my sensitive, abused nipples. I opened my mouth. I timidly opened my mouth as wide as I could, under his attentive and strict gaze. After a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity, I felt my husband spit in my mouth. He kept looking into my eyes with a mixture of satisfaction and arrogance. -Swallow it, piggy. I swallowed it quickly, without much thought, and turned my head, breaking eye contact. Then, my eyes met Marcelo's, his gaze filled with malice. An electric current ran through my insides, stealing a sigh. My eyes went down his body and I noticed how he was masturbating his cock with intensity. At that moment, he lowered his gaze as intense as it was hungry, I felt like helpless prey, facing an avid predator. Dylan shortened the distance between our bodies, pressing them even closer together. I could clearly feel his veiny cock stinging my belly. He released my breasts and grabbed his cock, sliding down my belly until he reached my legs. He then roughly spread them apart, deftly slipping his member between my thighs and simulating penetration. The friction, coupled with the sensation of his hard, hot cock rubbing against my equally hot and wet vagina, was driving me wild. Dylan guided the head of his cock to my clit, stroking me, causing moans and sighs to come from my mouth without any qualms. He was driving me to ecstasy, but every time I felt myself approaching orgasm, he would slow down and laugh and not let me finish. -This little slut is so wet, you can tell she loves cock. I felt humiliated, both men were laughing and making fun of my needy state. Marcelo squeezed my right buttock hard, making me squeal. He brought his fingers to my vagina, gathering some of my juices with them. -He said, "Clean my fingers. And, come on, don't do it. You like it so much, piggy. She put her thick fingers, soaked with the whitish liquid, on my lips and I licked them, swallowing my own acid juices. At the moment when I had my eyes closed, tasting my brother-in-law's offering, without warning, he abruptly shoved his entire cock into my vagina in one thrust. He shoved it in carelessly, from behind me. Arching my back I let out a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy, as I came hard for his cock. -What a slutty, horny little pig, Dylan. She came as soon as I put it in. Marcelo rammed my body fiercely, without stopping. He shook me without delicacy. I couldn't stop moaning uncontrollably, while he looked at me with lust. He pulled my hair and brought my head close to his lips. -You're a fucking whore. How you love to get your cock stuck in you, while your husband watches... you disgust me. -My moans bounced off the walls of our bathroom. What kind of cheap whore did you marry, Dylan? I tried to speak, but I felt Dylan grabbing me violently by the head and forcing me to bend over. His sudden movement took me by surprise and made me squeal. In response, Marcelo rammed me more roughly and spanked my ass, bringing a tear of pain to my eye. The sound of our skins clashing simulated applause. -Don't even think of complaining about how well we treat you, you piece of shit. For a whore like you, this must be heaven. Marcelo spanked my ass again so hard this time, he left his hand all over me. Dylan kept pulling my head down hard, directing me without any subtlety to his erect cock. When I opened my mouth to try to speak to him, he shoved his cock all the way down my throat, producing a gagging sensation. This was a grotesque picture. I was being brutally fucked, in the shower of my house by my husband and his brother. Two brothers sharing the same blood and genes, now also sharing the same bitch. Unable to take it anymore, I had my long awaited orgasm. I screamed as I felt a violent gush of water coming out of my vagina, at the same time Marcelo and Dylan also came. I felt my mouth and my vagina full of cum. -Come on, you little whore, swallow our children. You piece of shit. -Dylan was telling me, while he was holding my nose and hitting my cheeks with his cock. -What a rich little slut. Dylan, I hope you don't mind if your wife gets pregnant by me. -Marcellus laughed, as he pulled his cock out of me, spanking me again. Hot semen ran down my legs. - The three of us are going to have a lot of fun together, brother. Steam filled the place, the hot water falling slowly down our skin in a sensual dance. The three of us were in total ecstasy. The onslaught was hard and constant, my mouth ached. My tears were streaming down my eyes, I felt like I was going to pass out and my legs were shaking. I realized that Dylan and Marcelo had made me their whore from the beginning. Surely they had it all planned, even before we started dating. And I, knowing nothing about it, fell into their beautiful trap. In my mind and in my heart there is only one desire, I just want to be fucked and enjoyed by them. I want to feel their cum in each of my holes, to be marked as their property. To be their only whore, their favorite cum deposit. To be marked as theirs, over and over again. And so it was that, in that instant while I was being brutally fucked by my two males, I understood that I only lived to be fucked by them. I only exist to be Dylan and Marcelo's whore, bitch, slut, piggy.