Threesome Power! Sybil/Sam/Vetinari in a quasi-crack triangle. Everything is consensual, so don't be that appalled.
Let's corrupt people! Now we have a crack spin off of another fan fiction. Sam suffers from PTSD because he got raped, so Sybil wants to help him get over it, but Sam has some stupid ideas about how to do that. PLEASE Do Not Follow My Directions If You Have PTSD In Real Life!
I am SO going to get banned soon.
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Sam compared all of the lists quietly. When he met Sybil's eyes, his expression was uncertain and sad.
"There are a few of these that I also have on my list. I… didn't think any of them would match. I'm not sure how I feel about that."
Oh no, does that mean the ones he hasn't addressed are things he's been forced to do or are they things he just didn't expect me to want?
"Would you try them with me?" Sybil asked nervously. "I won't be like her, I swear."
"I don't want to have to go out and actually purchase any apparel. I'd prefer to not own those things, but…" He got that faraway look in his eye again. "I shouldn't be saying this, but… I also… I mean she would… Damn it Sybil, I want you to put things inside me! She would make me… and, I liked it. I know I shouldn't and it doesn't make sense but I really did." Sam paused, but continued before Sybil had a chance to speak. "I hated being tied down, but the idea of you doing it to me makes me hard! I hated that other man, but…"
Oh gods! Is he… he wouldn't.
Sam turned bright red and started shaking fearfully. He was trying so hard to look as small as possible.
"I hated it when he was there, but… I want to feel it again. I want to make love to you with… someone… I just can't!"
Sybil watched him with her mouth hanging open and her cheeks flushed. She blinked.
"Wait, you're seriously considering this? Why did you say no to Angua then?"
"I can't have sex with another woman. That's adultery."
Sybil placed her hand over her eyes.
"You're saying that you'd go against your sexual preferences just so I can have a threesome? I didn't imagine you would even think about doing that, especially with another man."
"I think it's the best option."
"You don't have to agree to either of them!"
"I want to. I have to. I hated it before but that's the point. That's why I made you pretend you were choking me. I had to know what it felt like to be touched like that by someone I could trust."
"You do know that a threesome normally involves three people right? I can't think of any men who love you other than Carrot, and that's just because he loves everyone. This is just weird. I didn't expect this at all."
Sam blushed and looked down.
"I'd rather you choose someone you're familiar with. Someone you never got to ask. We're married now, so I don't really mind if you pick someone better than me… It's okay."
"Sam, there is without a doubt no one better than you."
He didn't look very convinced. "Maybe Willikins?"
"No," said Sybil sternly, "there is a reason I only address him by his last name."
"Should I be worried?"
"Hell no, he's perfectly trustworthy."
"But—"
"I'll tell you about it later. The important thing is that we have to pick someone else. It's not supposed to go like this. I'm not even sure I want to do this. I know I wrote it down but now that I think about it maybe we should wait."
"It's not going to get any less traumatic over time, Sybil. I can't forget how it felt. I just want you to know too."
"The thing is that I would love to have a threesome with you, but I don't want to hurt you in the process. I don't want to make it worse."
"There is no possible way for you to make rape worse than it already is. When you're with me, everything is automatically better."
Damn it, why does he have to say things like that?
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"Have you thought about who you want to ask?" Sam said.
"You mean you'll go along with it?" asked Sybil. She didn't think Sam would still want to.
"Maybe, I haven't really decided yet. It depends on who it is. I'll be happy with whoever you want."
Oh, this has got to stop. I can't just let him hurt himself like this.
"I have given it some thought but it wouldn't work. You hate him."
"I hate a great many people Sybil. As long as he's not a watchman, he should be fine. Make sure he's not someone who'll blackmail you."
"So I can choose someone who will blackmail you but not me? You have double standards."
Sybil suddenly broke out in a wicked grin. I shouldn't be doing this to him but he's so stubborn.
"What are you smiling about?" Sam asked anxiously.
"Well there is one man I know who cannot blackmail us."
"You're sure?"
"Quite sure, a scandal would hurt him much more than us. As a bonus, he has experience fucking people in the ass."
"He's not too flamboyant is he?"
"No no, he's a reserved and patient man."
"Do you think he'd agree?"
"I have no idea. He's so unpredictable, but I think he might be more willing to say yes if you asked him," said Sybil. It was true too. The man could agree to the strangest things, but it didn't matter. Sam would never ask him and this whole thing would stay a fantasy.
"I know him?"
"You call him by a different name, but I think after this you'll need to start addressing him as Havelock."
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"Ah, Vimes, I thought you would still be on your honeymoon. This is a strange time to visit me."
"Yes, I agree, but Sybil sent me here."
"Is it that bad?" asked Vetinari with mock sympathy.
"No," Vimes said flatly. "She has a request."
"And Lady Sybil thought it best not to come herself?"
"She said that you would be more likely to agree if I was the one who asked."
"Is that so?" Lord Vetinari sat behind his desk and opened a folder.
"She told me that you respect me more."
"Smart woman."
"What?"
"You have shown me many times the sense in listening to you. Sybil must have keen senses to have picked up on that. You are lucky to have her."
Sam fidgeted uncomfortably. The Patrician did not give out compliments very often and it made him more nervous than before.
"That in no way means that I will act on your request, but I will hear you out."
Vetinari snapped the folder shut and placed it aside. He leaned back in his chair and gave Vimes his undivided attention.
"Sir, my wife and I would…"
The Patrician waited.
"Sybil has asked me to…"
Vetinari put his hands together and stared at Vimes with increasing irritation.
"We were talking about some of the things we want to…"
"Vimes, I do have other appointments."
Sam sighed and covered his face.
"I know, Sir, but this isn't easy to say. We're not really sure about it and maybe we're getting ahead of ourselves here. I mean, we've only just gotten married and part of me wants to be by ourselves for a while, but I want to make her understand."
"And now would be probably your only chance to ask me for a personal favor."
"I'll lose my nerve if I wait much longer."
"Not just that. Right now you are only a civilian. Any decision I make about you at this time is uninhibited. Once you return from your honeymoon and integrate yourself into the aristocratic class, I will not be able to show you any preferential behavior. Sybil is right to assume that time is of the essence."
Vimes grimaced.
"But why does it have to be you?"
"That is a question you should ask Sybil. Perhaps she disapproves of your other friends. I certainly would object."
"But you know what I'm talking about right? Of course you do. You know everything."
"Personally, I understand why she would choose me, and I understand your reluctance, but think about it. Is there anyone else you would trust?"
"I sure as hell don't trust you!"
"And yet here you are."
"Ah – I—Argh!"
Vetinari was clearly enjoying this. He rose from his seat and opened the door.
"Drumknott, I want to cancel my next appointment." He returned to Sam and leaned on the edge of his desk. "It is obvious to me that this will take a while. You will have to ask me directly."
"But you already know what I'm asking! Can't you cut me a break and just answer?"
"Have I ever given you a break with anything?"
"Argh, I can't do this!" Sam stomped towards the door, but stopped short. "But I can't just leave!" He balled his fists in his eyes. "Oh gods, why do you hate me?"
"I am uncertain if it will help but I promise you this. If you ask me, I will say yes."
Vimes shouted in frustration and stormed out the door. Vetinari heard a violent crack from the hallway and a loud curse. He waited a few minutes. The doorknob turned slowly and Vimes ducked back into the office. He slumped into the chair.
"I broke your wall…"
"An excusable act given the circumstances. And you were saying?"
Sam looked at the floor. He never really liked making plans, but if he did, then this was not how they should go. He took a deep breath.
"You're right. I can't ask anyone else. I hate everyone she knows, but I want her to be comfortable. It really is all about her in the end. I'm just being selfish."
"You can always choose someone else later. I will not take offence."
Sam sighed.
"Sir, Sybil and I would like to… ask you to…" His hands started to shake. He tried to hold it back. "I want… Willyouconsenttoathreesome?"
The look on Vetinari's face would live in Sam's mind forever.
"Bloody hellfire, Vimes! I thought you were talking about godparents!"
Sam grinned and immediately regretted it. Vetinari was on him in a blink of an eye. He pulled his arm behind him and pressed a small blade against his neck.
"You have gone too far." The blade pierced his skin. "You do not toy with me."
"Messing with you is suicide by itself. Do you really think I would be so stupid as to up the ante from there?"
"Perhaps this is a proper time for me to realize that you are becoming too much of a threat to my position. People will start wondering why I have not killed you yet. They will think I have gone soft."
Vimes' voice suddenly grew cold. "This is why I would not allow Sybil to come."
"Then what has prompted your death wish? Do you regret marrying her this much? I should kill you just for that."
Vetinari slowly added more pressure to Vimes' arm until it neared the breaking point. Vimes grimaced in pain.
"It's true! I swear! Do you really think I would ever ask you something like that if I had any other choice? I can't move on without this. Sybil trusts you, sir, and that's all that matters. Against all rationality, you are the safest option."
The Patrician stopped. His face was so carefully blank. "I will not participate in your sexual fantasies, Commander."
"It was real for me. Horribly real."
Vetinari went silent. The blade on Vimes' neck froze in place. The pain in his arm stopped building and leveled out roughly between excruciating and agonizing. Neither man moved for quite some time.
"You remind me of him," said Sam through gritted teeth. "You above anyone else could recreate that terror. Only you can overpower me so completely, yet still retain Sybil's trust."
Vetinari paused for much too long before he finally lowered the knife and let go of Sam's arm.
"I will need to speak with your wife about this."
"I'd prefer if you didn't"
"I do not believe you have a choice."
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"Why did you say yes, Havelock?" Sybil asked. She stood in front of the Patrician's desk and glared down at him. He was completely unfazed by this.
"Do you think I am the kind of man who would ever give a straight answer to a question like that? Perhaps I agreed on a whim."
"You never do anything without reason."
Sybil put her palms on his desk and leaned forward. Her piercing eyes slowly bypassed Lord Vetinari's defenses. She wasn't addressing the Patrician. She was talking to Havelock himself. Being a person was much more difficult than being a politician.
"Your husband came to me with an unbelievable request. I am fulfilling it because I want to. I am doing this because I can and I will never have this chance ever again."
"I'm not buying that. You're a tyrant. You could have a threesome at any time you like. Gods know your predecessors did."
Vetinari narrowed his eyes at her.
"How many people do you think have asked for me to do anything like this?"
"I've seen women fawning over you at parties. They've propositioned you, very loudly sometimes."
"And I always say no. Can you imagine why?"
"There are rumors, but I don't believe any of them, and I'm not fool enough to think you're waiting for true love."
"I turn them down because they are drunk and not fully aware of what they are saying. If they were sober then they would not be asking me."
"There are others. You dismiss them too."
"You know the kinds of women who come to me. I would be foolish to accept."
"Then why did you agree when Sam asked you?"
"He was honest. He saw me as a human."
"That's it? I find that hard to believe."
"I also find you attractive."
"What?"
"You have both earned my trust."
"Wait, back up! You're attracted to me?"
"You plural. I meant that I find the two of you as a couple to be attractive."
"You're a voyeur?"
"No, Sybil, just envious."
"If you won't tell me why you're going along with this, can you at least explain what you plan on doing?"
"I plan on not getting murdered by your husband. Other than that, nothing."
"But you always have a plan!"
"I have contingency plans, yes, but this sort of thing cannot be scripted beforehand. Any predictions I make will undoubtedly be useless."
"So this really is all on my shoulders then?"
"Quite the opposite. The outcome depends on all of us equally. You are just putting in too many expectations as if having a consenting threesome is the only way for him to come to terms with the abuse he received."
"He told you about it?"
"Heavens no! I have no business bringing up any of that! This is not a therapy group, Sybil."
"Then why? Why did you agree to this if you're not concerned for Sam at all?"
"You misunderstand me. My personal intentions do not matter here. What is important is that I do not betray your trust. In order for me to do that, you must not hold back. You say this is about Sam, but you and he are connected. You have the option of acting as one. Right now he is choosing to follow you, but that does not mean he has disappeared. I cannot and should not attempt to analyze either of you. Do you realize how exhilarating it feels for me to be in a situation where I do not need to think? Imagine how I felt when two of the people I trust most offered to sincerely help me do just that," Vetinari flashed a tiny grin. "The fact that sex is involved only made it all the more tantalizing."
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Sybil and Sam had gone to the largest of the Ramkin mansions for their honeymoon. They had arranged for Vetinari to meet up with them the next day so it would be marginally less suspicious.
"I can't tell him," said Sam.
"I'm not surprised, but he has to know or else this won't work."
"I can't tell him. I wouldn't be the same."
"The whole point of doing this is that it won't be the same."
"Having you here is good enough. I don't need him to be kind to me. I chose him because you trust him and I can't hurt him. You both will be safe then."
"And you?"
"I trust you. For me, that is more than enough."
"So you're just going to let me do what I want? What happened to us being equals? You can't just let me manipulate you. I don't want that."
"I'm not strong enough on my own. I can't get over the fear. I need your protection."
"We don't have to do this! Yes, I asked for it but if it hurts you so much then I can't go through with it."
"Please Sybil."
"You can't just put all of that weight on me! It was one thing to pretend to choke you but this is different. This is much bigger than that and you're putting it all on me!"
Sam looked at the floor.
"I can't carry it alone anymore."
Good gods, Sam, why do you have to say things like that?
Sybil sighed and hugged her husband. This was nothing like she had meant to happen when she wrote the idea on her sheet of paper.
"Promise me that when this is over, you'll not forget it," said Sam.
"I promise." Sybil said as if forgetting was even an option.
"You promise not to hurt me?"
"No, but I can say that I will not let you suffer unnecessarily," said Sybil with a little playfulness in her voice.
"That's good enough."
"I also promise to take a bath with you afterwards."
Vimes smiled for the first time since they left Ankh-Morpork. Hope bloomed inside him and he kissed his wife tenderly.
"I would like that."
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The next day Vetinari arrived. Sybil couldn't help feeling proud to have the Patrician under her hospitality, but the part of her that saw him as Havelock felt ill at ease.
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"What are you staring at? Did you think I would wear a suit and tie?" said Vetinari. He was wearing a white bathrobe. It seemed well worn. He must have had it for a long time.
"No, it's just that this is the first time I've seen you wearing anything but gray or black," said Vimes.
"I only wear my black silk dressing gown when I actually want to be seen in it. I prefer a little extra weight when I'm not putting on a show."
"I'm not going to think too deeply into that, sir."
"Do not call me, sir, or I will be forced to use one of your titles. Perhaps I shall create a new title just for this occasion. It will be fun to address all formal correspondence to Lord Samuel Vimes the Smoochie Woochie Baby Waby."
"Havelock it is then," Sam consented.
"That sounds much better."
Havelock set his features. He touched Sam's cheek and examined his face as if seeing him for the first time. He slid his hand toward the back of Sam's head. He passed over his ear and pushed his fingers through his hair.
"Wait for my wife."
"I might." Vetinari twirled Sam's hair around his fingers.
"Am I interrupting?" asked Sybil when she came into the room.
"Please do," said Sam in a slightly higher voice than he intended.
"He can't do anything without your protection." Vetinari said. "Guard him well."
Vetinari showed a boldfaced smirk. Vimes grabbed his robe and pulled him forward. He glared at Vetinari with obvious antagonism.
"You are not to hurt her," he warned.
"How could I? I have no weapons," said Havelock.
"Your whole body is a weapon."
"As is yours, Samuel."
"Don't make me regret this."
"I have plenty of reasons to play nice. I assure you that your wife will be fine," said Vetinari. He put his hand on Sam's shoulder in a way that with any other man would seem reassuring.
Sybil came up behind Havelock and wrapped her arms around his chest. The tiniest flicker of emotion crossed his face. If he had not been standing so close to him, Vimes wouldn't have noticed it. A new horrible possibility started to surface in his mind but Sam unconsciously suppressed it.
"Wait!" said Sam to Havelock. "Take this. I'm not letting you have any accidents."
"I'm flattered, but insulted you would think I didn't bring my own. I'm not a complete sadist. Sybil wouldn't allow it."
"And… this too because it should have been there."
"Does this mean…?"
Sam gave him a blank look. Sybil nodded.
"This is unexpected," said Havelock skeptically. "You give me too much power, Sybil."
"Do not break my trust. Remember that I have a loaded weapon beside me."
Havelock grinned and kissed her gently. Sam fumed but said nothing.
"I will not hurt him. Come here, Sam."
Havelock draped his arms around Sam's shoulders and touched their foreheads together. His eyes seemed to be searching for something.
"I will focus on you then. You seem ready to strike me down if I take too much of Sybil's attention. I'd rather us both walk out of here alive."
Sybil pressed her body against Sam from behind and nipped at his ear. Havelock moved his arms so he could touch the back of Sybil's head. He leaned across Sam and kissed her.
"Hey, that's enough," said Sam.
"I have to kiss someone," Havelock whispered into Sam's ear. "Would you rather it be you?"
"I'd like to see that," said Sybil.
Sam shivered. He had no clue what he was doing and the only experience he had to fall back on was one he knew damn well was not right. He had to do something different but he didn't know what. He never had the choice back then.
Havelock kissed him between the eyes. Sam involuntarily drew back but Sybil's body stopped him. She tucked her hands into his robe and caressed his chest. Havelock touched Sam's cheek and ran his thumb under his lips.
"Your wife will not let me hurt you, but she has said nothing about how I should act otherwise. If you do not speak up, I will have to assume consent."
He kissed Sam's cheek just below his eye and ran his fingers through Sybil's hair. She pulled open the front of Sam's robe and played with his nipples. She could feel Sam shaking between them as she caressed his neck. Havelock kissed him again beside his nose, then again at the corner of his mouth. Sam's breath hitched. Havelock's stare was somehow more invasive than his touch.
"Wait, I'm not so sure about this," said Sam.
"To be frank, neither am I," said Havelock. "I would be more comfortable behind you."
Sam pressed his back against Sybil. She remembered how hard it was for him to show her the burn mark.
"You are to stay in front until Sam says otherwise."
Havelock stared at Sam for a moment. Suddenly the emotion in his eyes changed completely.
"So that is how this is going to go?" he said and tilted his head fractionally. "I must give before I can take? If I must, I must."
Havelock flashed an expression of obvious distaste. He kissed Sam's collarbone and snuck in a peck at Sybil on the way down. She slowly untied Sam's belt while Havelock licked at one of his nipples.
"Stop, I… I don't know if I can do this." Sam shivered.
"If you want to, you both can focus on me instead," said Sybil. "You'd feel more in control that way."
Sam swallowed. His brain was racing. "No, I don't trust Veti—Havelock."
"Then there is only one choice left," said Havelock, "Me." That same contrived emotion played on his face. He stepped back and removed the top half of his dressing gown. "If I act the submissive role, then you need not worry about me overriding you."
"I can't imagine you doing that ever."
"But I have, don't you remember, Captain. I was weak. You had me entirely in your control."
"But you were dying! You had no choice!"
"And now I do. I know I can trust Sybil already. I've known that for years. You on the other hand, I am only beginning to rely on you. Perhaps a risk is in order. How far will you push me?"
Sybil decided that if anything was going to happen then this was the only chance. She slid her hands around Havelock's waist and led him onto the bed. Sam followed anxiously.
Sybil laid Havelock on his back and hovered over him to one side. She held herself up with one arm and caressed Havelock's chest with her other hand. Sam watched with building jealousy. He took up the space opposite to her. Sybil smiled coyly.
"If you sit there too long then I'll have to do this all by myself. You said you wanted more control right?"
Sam reached out to touch Havelock's shoulder and paused. "That…"
"Yes?"
"You have a scar," said Sam.
"It was back in my younger days. I was a fool."
Havelock took Sam's hand and guided it to touch him. The skin was smooth and white with jagged edges.
"I've seen scars like these before," said Sam.
"Then you know why I do not want to talk about it. I will not ask you about any of yours."
Sam looked to his wife for guidance. Sybil had moved on down Havelock's body to his waist. She tugged at the cloth belt and slipped her hand inside. Havelock gasped and half closed his eyes. Sam moved to stop Sybil but he knew that if she didn't then he would have to and that wasn't something he wanted to relive just yet. He pressed himself against Havelock's side. He tried to remember what had been done to him, but the thought hurt too much. He turned Havelock's face towards him and tried to imagine that he wasn't the Patrician.
"Don't stare at me like you do in my office, Sam."
Vetinari gasped when Sybil unexpectedly gave him a quick lick on the end of his cock. Sam panicked. No one was supposed to feel that good from Sybil but him. He was not going to let Havelock get the full experience. Something had to be done. Sam kissed his lips woodenly. Havelock went ridged. He trembled slightly. Sybil stopped her munitions.
"No, keep going," said Vetinari. He grabbed hold of Sam's shoulders and pulled him down until their lips were only a few inches apart. Sybil watched with interest as she licked the side of Havelock's cock. She pushed her hand between Havelock's legs and he spread them for her. She cupped his balls in her fingers and wrapped her lips around the tip. Havelock moaned and Sam silenced him with another hasty kiss. Havelock opened his mouth, an invitation for Sam to come inside, but it didn't happen. Sybil watched with disappointment. She took Havelock into her mouth fully. Sam would not have that. If Sybil wanted to suck another man's cock then so be it, but he wasn't about to sit around and let Havelock enjoy it. He pressed his tongue into Havelock's mouth and silently delighted in its paralyzing effect.
Havelock, however, was not going to let him get away with it. He slid his hand around and touched Sam's cock.
"Don't do that!" Sam screamed.
"Can I do that, Sybil?" Havelock asked mischievously.
"For now."
Sam braced himself as Havelock wrapped his long fingers around his cock. Vetinari narrowed his eyes at him. "You realize that I could cause you an excessive amount of pain right now if I wanted to."
Sybil stopped sucking and grasped Havelock's wrist. "You don't get to do that," she said firmly.
"I'll be good," said Havelock unconvincingly. He smoothly moved his hand up and down Sam's shaft.
The touch of a man brought back horrible memories for Sam. He shook with the added fear of having such a dangerous man touching him right now. He relaxed slightly when Sybil came up behind him and placed her hands on the base and tip. She cradled his balls and slid her fingers in circles around his head as Havelock pumped him but the terror still festered in Sam's heart. This hadn't happened before. The woman and man from the past had never spent so much attention on him. He felt selfish and crude as if this too was wrong.
"No, it can't just be me," he panted, "Sybil, I want you to feel it too."
"Really? But this is about you."
"You wanted it too. I want give that to you." It was true but the most prominent reason was that he desperately wanted Vetinari to stop touching him.
"Do you mean that? You don't mind?" Sybil said. She looked into Sam's panicked and pleading eyes. It was obvious that this was the point where she should take over for him. "Will you do as I ask?"
"Always," Sam said gratefully.
Sybil pushed her husband onto his back. She put a rubber on him with her mouth and straddled him. "I want to be between you two." She lowered herself onto Sam's cock and moaned as it filled her all the way to the base. The walls of her pussy contracted around Sam's cock and his breath sped up. She leaned forward onto her husband and spread her legs wider. She looked over her shoulder at Havelock. "Come and fill the other one."
"No."
"What? Why not?"
"You need to have prior experience or it will hurt. I highly doubt that you would be prepared for anal."
"Are you seriously worried about my comfort? You're an evil tyrant. Just do it."
Vetinari's face remained dead pan. Sybil sighed and held her cheeks apart.
"This isn't my first time taking it in the ass. I'll be perfectly fine. Now get over here."
Havelock put on a sonky and got out the bottle Sam had given him. He caressed Sybil's asshole delicately and positioned himself. Sam shot him a disapproving glare that would have paralyzed any other man. Havelock gave him the closest thing to a comforting smile that a tyrant can give.
Havelock put his tip in Sybil's asshole. She squeezed down on Sam then let up to allow Havelock push himself further. She breathed through gritted teeth.
"Are you okay?" asked Sam.
"I'm fine. Keep going," she answered.
Havelock was being uncharacteristically gentle. He slid his cock in all the way and stopped to let Sybil get used to it.
"I'm going to stay still," she said. "You can do whatever you like, Sam."
Sam kissed her and thrust his hips up into Sybil's pussy. It felt amazing. He could feel Havelock's cock pressing against him from the other side and found himself wishing he would move. Sam pushed far into Sybil's pussy and let gravity pull him out. It was an odd change. He grabbed her breasts. They were so large he could suck on them lying down. With that evil woman, he had been forced into Sybil's place. He wondered why she had asked to be there. Then the thought disappeared with the waves of pleasure washing over him.
Sybil gasped as Havelock started moving behind her. His long cock reached deep inside her. She was stuffed from both sides and the feeling was overwhelming. Their thrusts were out of sync so that every second was different. She gasped for breath as they churned her up inside.
"Oh gods, more!" she moaned.
Sam drove into her with more speed. Havelock waited a second before adopting the exact same pace. They drew out together and lunged back inside her at the same time. Sybil screamed in pleasure. Their matched timing filled her up completely and left her thirsting for more when they pulled away. She bore down on them causing both men to gasp. Havelock gripped her hips from behind and drilled into her forcefully. Sam stabbed his cock in from the other side restricting Havelock's movements and making it hard for him to reach far inside. Havelock pounded the spot over and over until Sam backed off enough for him to shove his hard cock as far as possible.
Sam would not be bested. He sucked eagerly on Sybil's nipples and sped up. Sybil moaned loudly as their thick cocks battled it out inside her. She kissed Sam passionately and felt his cock grow harder.
"I love you, Sam," she panted. "Make me come."
Havelock smirked at Sam over Sybil's shoulder. He pulled her upright and spread her legs causing Sam's cock to fall out. Havelock lifted Sybil's knees as she leaned against him.
"Do what your lady says. Will you make her wait?" said Havelock. He kissed her neck.
Sam's view was spectacular. Havelock was driving his hot dick in and out of Sybil's ass while holding her up by her knees so her toes could barely touch the bed. He kept her legs apart exposing absolutely everything. Her soaking wet pussy was open and twitching, hungry for Sam's cock to fill her up again.
"Fuck me, Sam!" she begged.
No one could resist that, not even Sam. He got to his knees and rammed his throbbing cock into her. She shouted as he filled her once again. Her pussy closed over him. Her body had been yearning for him and Sam's fierce thrusts felt even better than before.
Sam dug into her forcing her to rise. When gravity pulled her down, her pussy swallowed his dick completely. Sybil bobbed up and down on their two cocks. Havelock matched Sam so she would fall on them both at the same time. Their cocks hit her even deeper than before. With Sam and Havelock working as a team Sybil was completely overpowered. She came so hard.
A silent challenge of endurance was issued between the two men, which ended immediately when Sybil clamped down on both of them. The pressure was insane and they both came simultaneously.