OMG Pound My Ass!

She kneels at her bed, lips moving over memorized prayers while her body betrays her. Two repairmen clutter the hallway with tools and sweat, each flex of muscle stealing another fragment of her focus. Heat pools low, sharp, uninvited. Virginity is holy ground; the rules hold fast. So the only path left splits her ass instead, blunt fingers parting her there, mouths hot against skin already damp. They slide lube across their cocks until both glisten, then press in one after the other, slow, relentless, stretching past rings of muscle that never practiced this. The bed frame knocks the wall each thrust; she answers with smothered moans squeezed through gritted teeth. Every wet slap carries the iron rhythm of something sacred and dirty at once. They take turns pulling her hips higher, burying deeper, pumping until seed spills hot and heavy inside that forbidden channel. When the last of them finishes, she stays bent forward, slick running down the backs of her thighs. In her head the gates swing open and she thanks God for the only communion she can swallow without breaking her promise.