The sun was low in the sky, casting long shadows across the barn floor as Whitney hurried down the aisle, a bright orange harness in her hands. She hummed softly to herself, her movements fluid and practiced as she approached the stall where her son’s prized horse, Storm, resided. As she ducked inside, the scent of hay and leather filled her nostrils, a comforting reminder of countless afternoons spent caring for animals.
Her steps faltered, however, when she heard the sound of voices coming from within the stall. It wasn’t the soft nicker of Storm, but the hushed whispers of two boys. Whitney frowned, her brow furrowing as she listened intently. They were talking about her. About how they knew what she’d done. And how they had a secret they could use against her.
Her heart began to race as she placed the harness on a nearby hook, her hands trembling slightly. “Nathan? Eric?” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. There was a moment of silence, and then they emerged from the shadows, their faces pale and determined. They looked at her, their eyes burning into hers, and she knew right then and there that they were serious. They were going to compel her. Into fucking them both. Long and hard.
“You know what we want, Whitney,” Nathan said, his voice steady despite the obvious fear in his eyes. “We’ve seen you with that riding outfit on… we’ve heard you talk about it with the other mothers. We know you want it too.” He gestured between the two of them, his gaze not leaving hers. “We’ve got pictures. Videos. And we’re not afraid to use them.”
Whitney swallowed hard, her throat feeling like it was closing up. She looked at Eric, who was staring at her intently, his expression unreadable. “We want you to make us feel like we’re your sons,” Eric said, his voice cold and emotionless. “We want you to fuck us like we’re your favorite toys.”
She couldn’t believe this was happening. All those times she had flirted with their friend’s fathers, all those times she had joked about their sons’ growing bodies, all those times she had worn her tight riding clothes to show off… it had all led up to this moment. They were going to coerce her into doing the one thing she had never thought she would do. But what choice did she have? They had her right where they wanted her.
“Alright,” she managed to choke out. “I’ll do it.” She swallowed hard, her throat feeling like it was made of sand. “But it has to be here, in the stall. And no one can find out about this.”
Nathan and Eric exchanged a look, their expressions unreadable. “Fine,” Nathan said finally. “But you have to promise us one thing.” She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “You have to make us feel like you really want it. You have to make us feel special.” His words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, Whitney couldn’t breathe. She knew what he meant. He wanted her to enjoy it too.
She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “I… I can do that,” she managed to whisper. “I’ll make sure you both feel good.” The boys looked at each other again, and then nodded in unison. Without another word, they moved closer, their hands reaching for her clothes.
Whitney felt a shiver run down her spine as their touch sent sparks through her body. They were both so much bigger than her now, so strong and confident. As they began to undress her, she couldn’t help but marvel at their muscles, the definition in their arms and chests. Even their hands were larger now, rougher and more capable. They worked together efficiently, stripping her of her clothes and leaving her bare before the horse.
When they were both naked as well, they pushed her roughly against the wall of the stall. Nathan climbed on top of her, his hips pressing into hers, and she gasped as she felt the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance. “Are you ready?” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear. “Are you ready to feel us inside you?”
She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. She was terrified and exhilarated all at once. She felt Eric kneel beside her, his hands on her hips, and then he guided his cock to her waiting mouth. She took him in, feeling the familiar length stretch her lips and push against the back of her throat. “Suck,” he growled, and she obeyed, moving her head up and down on his shaft.
Meanwhile, Nathan began to thrust into her, his hips moving roughly against her own. She moaned around Eric’s cock, feeling the hot wetness of his pre-cum on her tongue as she sucked and licked and sucked some more. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, their breaths intermingling as they fucked her.
“That’s it, mom,” Nathan panted. “Let us make you feel good.” And with those words, he began to pick up the pace, his thrusts growing deeper and harder. Eric gripped her hair, holding her head still as he fucked her face, his hips slamming into her mouth again and again. Whitney arched her back, feeling the pressure building inside her, the pleasure building to a crescendo.
“I’m going to come,” Nathan groaned, and with those words, he thrust hard one final time, burying himself deep inside her. She felt the hot spurts of his seed on her inner walls, filling her up. “Ahhh,” he moaned, collapsing on top of her, his weight pressing her into the straw.
She felt Eric tense behind her, and then with a low growl, he released his own load into her mouth. She swallowed, tasting him, feeling him pulse against her tongue. They both pulled away, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they looked down at her. “Thank you,” Nathan said, his voice hoarse. “That was… that was amazing.” Eric nodded in agreement, his expression unreadable. “Now you’d better not tell anyone about this,” he added, his voice cold. “Or we’ll make sure you regret it.”
Whitney nodded, her heart still racing. She couldn’t believe what they had just done. But as she lay there, feeling the warmth of their bodies and the weight of their presence, she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe… just maybe… they had been right. Maybe she did want this. Maybe she was just as twisted as they were.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I won’t say anything.” They both nodded, seemingly satisfied with her response. After a moment, Nathan helped her to her feet, and they began to dress themselves once more. As they did so, they glanced around to make sure no one was nearby. When they were both fully clothed again, they turned to face each other. “Remember,” Eric said, his voice low and menacing. “One word, and we’ll destroy you.” She nodded, her throat feeling tight as she swallowed back her fear. “I know,” she managed to say. “I won’t say anything.” They exchanged one last look before turning and walking away, disappearing back into the barn.
Whitney stood there for several long moments, her mind reeling. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had just been coerced into having sex
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