Rejecting Alpha Dreads

The Sexcapade

Benson was out of the bathtub and was toweling his body dry when George carried me into the bathroom.

Benson paused and opened his mouth in surprise. George lowered me into the water and I used it as an instant cover for my nakedness, letting only my head stick out from the water level.

"What have I missed?" Benson said with great jealousy.

"Nothing," said George as he got completely unclad. "Keep toweling yourself and excuse us please."

"Excuse?" Benson said and dropped the towel. He approached the bathtub as if coming to own me for himself. Then George stepped in the way and both of them started horse-playing, going head to head and locking arms in an attempt to playfully shove each other out of the way.

They looked like two well-built wrestlers roughhousing for a price. And I couldn't help but notice their two huge members flinging all over the place from between their legs like restless pendulums. Last time I held those things, they weren't this long and fat. O my goodness, I thought to myself. Those are what might enter into me soon. I parted my legs in the bathtub and rubbed myself gently down there in the water, simultaneously fondling my chest with the other free hand. I was on heat. My throat went dry as I focused on the dangling blubbers of the fighting cousins. "You morons should stop!" I screamed when I felt I had had it, laughing at their childish squabbling. By this time, George already had Benson on the bathroom tiles in a surrendering position.

"She asked us to stop," Benson the defeated squealed at his cousin. "Get the hell off me!"

"You're leaving me and her alone, agreed?" George said while still holding Benson down.

"Okay, okay," Benson murmured, obviously lying just to free himself from the lock. George released his hands slowly and both cousins stood up laughing. Benson then pretended to walk out and shut the door, giving us a false sense of privacy as George walked approached me. He went towards my head and stepped slowly into bathtub one leg at a time, until he was behind me, sitting and pulling me close. I rested my back on his chest and head on his neck, feeling his throbbing c**k on my behind.

Benson opened the door at this point and stood there. He had his full, fleshy, stretched self in his hand, stroking its entire length back and forth. I started squirming in the tub. My inner wolf was yelling and begging for me to be marked. But alpha Dreads would feel the pang of pain wherever he was. He would instantly know I was cheating. But nothing mattered at this point. No consequence was strong or okay enough to make me let go or stop. George had cupped my breasts in his firm hands. He was pulling it as if trying to detach them from my chest, in such a way they gave me both pleasure and pain. I gestured for him to pull them even harder, to go as hard as he could, hurt me in the most pleasurable way possible, but don't hurt me too much.

At any rate, in few seconds, he stood both of us on our feet in the tub. The water was below our knees. He bent me over, asking me to support my hands on the bathtub's rim. He was ready to come in from behind. I was way wetter than I remembered ever being. Still it wasn't easy for George. I was still too tight from months of inactivity. So to help with the situation, he inserted one then two then three fingers into me to loosen the muscles.

I was facing Benson who still stood at the entrance. His gaze was totally transfixed on me. The particularly zeroed his lustful eyes at my swinging breasts as George did his fingering thing behind me. Benson had increased the frequency of stroking himself, watching us like a bull on heat.

I was going to explode from pure, raw pleasure. I was a container with contents threatening to spill. George soon felt my muscles were expanded enough for him to go in, because he started rubbing his tip several times across my wet self, as if trying to transfer some of my fluids to himself to make his entry smooth. I was waiting with bated breath, trembling as if fainty from desire.

He slipped in and this was where I lost it. His solid grip on my waist however held me in place. My whole chest fell beneath me, dangling back and forth like cow udders, and I could tell that they were driving the voyeur, Benson, totally nuts.

He had no choice but to approach us, halting just in front of me and offering himself to me to be held. I grabbed him and helped him continue stroking from where he had stopped while he held my head tightly in both his palms. Then he lowered my head to his groin, making me suck on the soft tip of his pipe like it was some banana.

George wasn't going easy. He was fcking me rough and hard. I held onto Benson's throbbing member dangling before me, as if asking his flesh to save me from this pleasurable torture. I was indeed punishing myself for going this long without giving my body its basic desires. I was also sure I'd be punishing my husband wherever he was.

Both cousins changed position. George was soon in my mouth and I could taste myself on him. Benson was even crazier and rougher than George. He was banging behind me like I had wronged him in the past and this was his vendetta. The noise of the slaps of my skin against his skin filled the entire bathroom. I was screaming like a mad woman, occasionally stopping myself by stuffing George's length into my throat.

"We should mark you, Priscilla," Benson said from behind me. He was ached over my back like a dog, bringing his face down to the back of my head while still connected to my behind with his fat, long flesh gorged with warm blood.

"Don't," I said breathlessly after disconnecting my mouth from between George's legs. "Please don't. The right time will come for you two to own me. But I don't to put you guys in danger yet."

"Whatever you say," George retorted and stuffed himself right back into my mouth to keep me quiet. "We can't wait to get you marked, rescue you from the grip of that monster who has no feelings for you."

Benson’s wolf had fully taken over. He was going at it with the pure rage of an animal.

"Okay," I managed to mutter from my fully occupied mouth. We went at it like the world was ending and this was our last shot to make it count. I threw all caution to the air as I let them manhandle me. Hands were all over my legs and chest, my hair as well as inside me. I didn't know where to concentrate on. I simply let myself be, allowing my body to get turned and twisted, grabbed and flipped by both boys. We climbed the height of pleasure as a team. Concurrently. They came inside me and on my face, at the very same time that I reached orgasm, shaking and thrashing out of my own shape, like a fish out of water.