Dirty

“Number one rule of anal sex is ‘No rush’,” Mr Miller says to his son. The older man is sitting by your side, his hands gently kneading your naked asscheeks. You hold your breath when he spreads the globes of your flesh and exposes your pussy slit and butthole. Both entrances clench.

You’ve been going out with Jack Miller for almost a year and you know his dad Joel relatively well. He’s single, works as a contractor, loves spending his free time playing the guitar, woodworking, watching old action movies and going to the bar with his brother Tommy. What you haven’t known before tonight is how good his fingers feel when he pushes them into your asshole. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

It all started with an argument. Jack was getting on your nerves, begging you to have anal.

“C’mon, baby,” he said, clinging to you like an annoying lap dog. He had just fingered you as a foreplay so you were sweaty and sleepy, lying naked on his bed. As always it had taken him too long. He had trouble finding the right rhythm and the right angle like he’d never touched your pussy before. While he was fiddling with your lady parts, a slideshow of your favorite porno scenes was playing on a loop behind your tightly closed eyes until finally you reached an underwhelming orgasm.

Probably relying on endorphins clouding your judgement, Jack began his anal pitch. He was promising you heavenly pleasure and an unforgettable experience, mostly turning himself on - a pole was proudly tenting his sweatpants.

Despite the passion in his voice, you were adamant in your decision. You’d never done it with anyone before and doubted that Jack was experienced enough to show you a wonderful world of anal.

“It’s not that simple, Jack! Jerking off to anal porn is not enough! What if you hurt me! You need to educate yourself first. You need to know… stuff.” You pulled the cover over your naked breasts and crossed your arms.

“What stuff?” Jack frowned.

“Exactly!”

You stared at the ceiling, contemplating getting dressed and going home. You were sure he wouldn’t let it go. And he didn’t.

“I’ll be careful, I promise. Just a tip first, you won’t even feel it. I’ll be super slow and then bam! I’m inside.”

BAM! No one in the history of mankind wanted to hear Bam! and their ass in the same sentence. So you shook your head and gave Jack an alternative,

“Why don’t you fuck my pussy?”

Jack palmed his clothed boner with interest but then shook his head, doubling down.

“Baby, pleaseeeeee..”

Nothing extraordinary would have happened if Jack hadn’t kept nagging and whining, pleading you to give him your butt. You kept saying ‘no’, he kept begging. It got so annoying that you decided to leave but before you sat up there was a loud knock on the bedroom door.

“Dad,” Jack grumbled and got up. He adjusted his hard cock and you pulled the bed cover higher, covering your chest.

“What’s up, dad?” Jack said, annoyed by the interruption.

“Can I …?” Mr Miller stepped into the bedroom. You swallowed loudly. It was weird to be completely naked under the sheet in front of your boyfriend’s father.

“Sorry for intrudin’, sweetheart,” he said, turning to you and then to his son. “Jack, I can’t listen to it no more! Don’t you get what she’s sayin’?”

“Dad, what the hell?” Jack’s cheeks grew red, he was shifting on his bare feet, throwing nervous glances at you. And you definitely shared his confusion.

“I wasn’t eavesdroppin’ I swear. These fuckin walls are cardboard thin. You were whinin’ like a little bitch, son. Sorry, sweetheart,” Mr Miller apologized to you again and then said the words that you’d never expected to hear from your boyfriend’s dad.

“Let me teach you anal.”

Jack was shocked and embarrassed. He was gawking at his dad with widened eyes while the older man was standing by the bed, towering over his son, feet planted firmly on the ground. He kept saying that he only wanted to help, gesturing with his big hands. To your surprise you immediately pictured those hands on your naked body.

You wondered how Mr Miller would teach you. Maybe he’d watch Jack and you, guiding you both, giving advice, or maybe he’d take matters (your ass) into his own hands. Those huge veiny hands. The thought made your core pucker and while Jack was asking his dad to leave, saying that he lost his mind, you pressed your thighs together under the cover, trying to alleviate the ache in your pussy.

“I couldn’t hear the TV, Jack! Only your pathetic attempts to put it in her ass. Sorry, baby,” Mr Miller looked at you, his hands raised palms to you.

“Don’t call her that,” Jack grumbled. He looked and sounded like a boy who didn’t want to share his toy truck.

“‘K,” his father nodded and turned at you. “Jus’ wanna help.”

He dropped his hands by his sides, his sad puppy eyes moving from his son and to you and back. Your heart swelled. Your pussy throbbed.

“Ok,” you said, surprising your boyfriend and yourself. Jack gawked at you.

“What do you mean ‘ok’?!”

“You want to have anal, yeah? But you got no clue what to do, don’t even lie, Jack! Let your dad teach us.”

That’s how you ended up in a position you couldn’t imagine being in your wildest dreams — lying naked on your front, your legs spread, your boyfriend's dad playing with your butt.

“Help ‘er relax,” Mr Miller says to his son, his voice soft and soothing, his tone casual as if he’s teaching Jack how to fix a lawn mower. Your boyfriend is seated in a gaming chair a foot away from the bed, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed. When his gaze meets yours, you quickly look away. He doesn’t seem pleased, rather mortified. Whatever. You always thought that Mr Miller was hot, in a rugged and dilf-y way.

Once you had a dream about blowing him in their kitchen, your mouth full of his fat cock, his fingers tight in your hair, no Jack and his cuck gaming chair in sight.

“Draw ‘er a nice bath, give ‘er a massage, somethin’ like that,” Joel says as his calloused palm glides up and down the back of your thigh. You’re one big goosebump, his touch is electrifying.

“No harsh movements.” He carefully pushes on your inner thigh until you bend up your leg. Your hips open and slightly rise off the bed. “She needs to be pliant, ready to take you in her most vulnerable place.”

Jack swallows hard. Your cheek is resting on the pillow, your head turned away from Mr Miller, but you are seeing him perfectly in the wardrobe mirror that stands lengthwise the bed. He’s wearing his usual flannel, sleeves rolled up, and dark blue jeans. It’s not his home clothes and you wonder if he dressed like this for you.

Mr Miller’s salt and pepper locks curl up at the nape, he needs a haircut, but you like his hair longer. You imagine running your fingers through his curls, tugging on them while he’s plowing your wet needy …

“Are you comfortable, sweetie?” Joel interrupts your dirty daydream with a question, his voice soft and raspy. It could have lulled you to sleep if not for a finger that grazes your butthole, making you flinch.

“Uh-huh.” You don’t sound too sure.

“We’ll get there,” he says with a little smile and adds, “Together.”

While you’re slowly melting into the bedsheets from his gentle tone, Mr Miller turns to Jack.

“Another important thing is lubrication. You have some?”

It looks like Jack’s using all his energy to dissociate at the moment thus he misses the question.

“Huh?”

“Lube? You have it or I need to go get mine?”

You widen your eyes, picturing Mr Miller squirt lube on some lucky lady in his master bedroom. And to think you considered him almost celibate!

Your boyfriend blinks a few times, then gets up. You hear him rummaging through a mess in his nightstand drawer, mumbling the word ‘crazy’ before he throws a little bottle on the bed and returns to his chair.

“It should be warm,” Joel says, rolling it between his wide palms.

“May I?” His reflection points at your ass in the mirror and you nod with a quiet ‘yes’. Mr Miller opens the lid with teeth and moves your left asscheek to the side for better access.

“Oh!” You gasp when a slight cold glob of lube lands on your tight ring.

“Bit more.” Joel adds another squirt and then starts spreading the liquid around your ring with a tip of his finger.

“Ahhhh,” you whimper and bite your tongue immediately. Jack’s chair creaks.

“Feels good?” When Joel asks you the question you don’t see a point in lying so you say “yeah.” Wet arousal pools in your core, it’s a matter of minutes before it slides out of your hole and reveals how insanely horny Mr Miller is making you.

“We’re just startin’ and look at her response,” Joel says with pride in his velvet voice while his finger is slowly drawing circles over your asshole. “She’s enjoyin’ it. Even if we stop now she’ll remember the act as something pleasant.”

“Maybe we should,” Jack mutters but neither Joel nor you pay it any attention. Hot flames are licking at your core, the ache in your pussy growing so fast, you roll your hips against the bed, searching for friction.

Adding gasoline to your horny fire is the sight in the mirror in front of you — Joel’s sexy hand moving rhythmically over your ass, his plush lips slightly parted, his dark eyes focused on your puckered hole.

Mr Miller lowers his voice and asks, “Growin’ needy?”

Your eyes lock in the mirror. Fuck! A hot flash burns your lower belly when his black pupils meet yours. Sparks flying, gazes drawn to each other for a few long seconds, promising pleasure and trouble. The intense eye contact does something to you, drowns you in an ocean of lust, pulls you so deep you panic and hastily flick your eyes to your boyfriend who seems very pale.

“Sweetheart,” Joel calls you as if hating to share your attention with his son. You hum but don’t look at him.

“Do you give your permission for the next step? To open you up I need to eat your ass. Is that alright?”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Both you and Jack answer but you are the one calling the shots.

“Yes!” You repeat louder and raise your brows at Jack. Your boyfriend lets out a defeated sigh and drops his head.

“Good,” Joel says and gives your butt a light pat before cupping both asscheeks and spreading them apart. Cold air laps at your holes and you shiver. Joel smiles, probably noticing goosebumps on your skin.

“We’ll start slow.” In the mirror you watch him unhinge his jaw, stick his tongue out and lower his head.

You gasp when Mr Miller slowly licks your tight butthole. “Oh my God!”

Joel chuckles and repeats the depraved action. Soon he’s licking your asshole gingerly, his fingers digging into your flesh with passion. You’re softly moaning, your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. You’ve never had your ass eaten and the sensation is incredible. You wish he’d get lower and take care of your leaking pussy but fuckkk you can come just from Mr Miller’s tongue dancing over your little butthole. So when he parts from your ass, your needy whine rings in the room.

“I’ll be right back, sweetie.”

His wet lips are curled up at the corners, pride sparkling in his blown out eyes, Joel glances back at his son and announces,

“Now we gonna start openin’ her up with a tongue.” Your breathing hitches. You don’t see Jack’s expression because you can’t tear your eyes off Mr Miller in the mirror. “Gently push the tip inside her just so” — Joel leans down and his hot tongue prods at your ring, your mouth forms an O as you moan.

Joel mutters, “Slowly go in,” then his head begins moving up and down while his tongue slides into your ass deeper with every bop. He’s salivating onto your crack, the wetness dripping down to your pussy, covering your folds with the warm spit.

You are losing your mind over how amazing it feels, meanwhile Joel alternates between licking your ring and tongue-fucking it for what seems like hours or so you wish. His lewd slurping fills the room and mixes with your soft noises. You apply all your willpower to stop yourself from moaning like a whore out of respect for your boyfriend who is now sitting with his legs crossed, probably hard but too shocked to accept it.

“How you feelin’, baby?” Joel asks, licking his spit-covered lips.

“S—so good, Mr Miller,” you stutter, staring at him in the mirror with your half lidded eyes.

“See, she’s already gapin’ a little,” Joel says, showing your asshole to Jack.

“Hm-m,” Jack hums, his brows furrowed, his suspicious gaze trained on your ecstatic face.

“Now let’s add a finger.”

You squeak like a little mouse and your holes clench. Joel notices.

“Hey, don’t be scared, babygirl. You’re open nicely now. And I’m gonna be gentle, yeah?”

“Ok,” you reply and hold your breath.

“Nuh-uh. None of that. You should be breathin’, sweetheart.” He puts his warm heavy palm on your back, between your shoulder blades and rubs it up and down, giving you a rhythm.

“In— out—in— out.”

You follow his direction and soon your muscles relax, your eyes flutter close, your jaws unclench. It seems like your body is seeping into the mattress.

“I’m puttin’ one finger in.”

His voice is so quiet you barely register his words, barely notice his finger going inside your ass, miss a slight burn of the stretch, that’s how serene you are feeling.

When you finally open your eyes you see Mr Miller’s reflection thrusting his index finger in and out of your butthole, his eyes on your ring, his lip between his teeth.

“Wow,” you mutter, in awe of the hot sight and the new sensation. All your holes clench again and again, your pussy pushing your generous slick out and you catch yourself wanting Joel to fuck you.

"Another finger? Is that alright, sweetie?" With your heart pounding in your ears, Joel's raspy voice seems both close and far. You nod and mumble a shaky 'yes' before he inserts a second digit into your lubed up asshole. You moan, Joel growls, both at the same time. Your boyfriend curses under his breath.

"Hooooooly hell," you exhale against the pillow, clenching bedsheets with your clammy palms while Joel's scissoring your tight ring open. "This … it's amazing."

Joel pulls his fingers out of you and chuckles yet it comes out strained. You know it takes everything from him not to whip his cock out and fuck you right now. Jack seems to feel it, too.

"Dad, maybe that's enough?"

"No."

"No!"

Your yell drowns out Joel's reply. Your cheeks burning, lust clouding your mind and overtaking your body, you lift your head off the bed and glare at Jack.

"Mr Miller needs to... we need to learn what to do next. Right?"

Jack crosses his arms, his lower lip sticking out.

Completely disregarding his son's suggestion to stop, Joel nods at you and asks Jack as if it's some depraved sex ed class.

"She's nice and ready now. What's next?"

Jack blinks at his dad, a mixture of frustration and confusion plastered on his face. He shrugs. "I fuck her."

"Wrong!" Joel sits up straight and gives him a disappointed look. "Son, the most important thing about anal is consent."

You drop your head back on the pillow and nod with the 'obviously' expression meanwhile Joel continues.

"Even after you did all the necessary prep, you ask her again. And if she says 'no', you stop! Got it?"

You watch Joel in the mirror, his bushy brows furrowed, two obsidian eyes piercing Jack. He's not fucking around.

"Yeah."

"Huh?"

"Yes, sir," Jack mumbles. He looks so pitiful now you get scared of your pussy turning into the Sahara so you hastily move your eyes to the mirror with Joel's reflection in it.

You watch and feel your boyfriend's dad lean down to you. His hot breath fans your naked back, sending chills down your spine, as he asks,

"Can I fuck your ass now, baby?"

Your voice is wanton and needy, you're almost drooling onto the bed, as you reply,

"Yes, Mr Miller. But..?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Can I be on my back?”

Joel kisses your shoulder and coos,

“Sure thing.”

Your body buzzing with want, you slowly and awkwardly roll over. Your exposed tits jiggle as you get comfortable and Joel takes you in— your puffy pussy, your heaving belly, your nipples hard as diamonds, desire plastered on your face.

Jack nervously clears his throat and leaves his cuck chair.

“You ain’t really doing it, right?”

You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or his dad but Joel is the one who answers,

“I’m teachin’ you two. And this is the most crucial part. You wanna go in now and ruin all the progress?”

Jack closes and opens his mouth, but when you shake your head at his attempt to intervene, your boyfriend plops back in the chair, looking gobsmacked.

“This is insane,” he murmurs and you have to agree. You’re feeling insanely good.

With a nonchalant expression on his flushed face Joel grabs a pillow.

“Raise your hips for me, baby.”

You do what he asks and he quickly places it under your butt. When your hips are raised Joel hums in approval.

“Grab your knees for me, please.”

Like an obedient student you do it immediately.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

His praise, his scent - manly and dizzying, his warm smile, his obsidian eyes set between your thighs — all of it makes your blooming pussy contract and a drop of clear slick beads at your entrance.

Joel smirks, his dark gaze darts to yours and then back to your leaky hole. He opens his mouth but words die on his lips.

Instead he takes a sharp breath and climbs on the bed, grunting. With your body trembling in anticipation you watch Mr Miller kneel by your propped up butt, unzip his jeans, his back now to his son.

Just for your hungry eyes, he pulls his cock out. Big, veiny, hard as steel fuck machine. Hnggg!

You clench your jaws, killing a moan that rises in your throat from the sight of his manhood. You see a drop of precum on the slit and your mouth waters.

“Need more lube.” Joel squirts a generous amount on his hand and then strokes his cock spreading the liquid.

You squirm on the bed, fear and excitement coursing through your veins. He wants to stick that huge thing where?!

Joel seems to read the worry on your face. With one hand around the base of his stiff shaft, he brings the other to your knee and gives it a light squeeze.

“If you want me to stop I will.”

You don’t reply, just stare up at him, fear and desire playing tug-of-war in your heart.

“See?” Joel gets his son’s attention but doesn’t look away from you. “This sweet thing is unsure but she’s bein’ brave and doesn’t stop me.”

Jack sighs with relief from behind Joel’s broad body. He probably hopes that you’ve changed your mind.

Then the older man addresses you.

“You don’t have to be brave for me or anyone else, ok?” You hum while warmth spreads in your belly, reaches your clit and makes it throb. You open your mouth but words don’t come out. Joel gives you a knowing smile and offers,

“How ‘bout I open you up again with my fingers? Two steps forward, one step back.”

Jack’s chair creaks unhappily when you breathe out, “Yes, please.”

Joel gives you a curt nod and sits on his heels, his cock still hard and waiting. His strong hand circles around the back of your thigh as he keeps it steady for you.

Jack’s view is blocked by Joel so he doesn’t see when his dad traces your pussy hole with his fingers and brings the wetness down to your ring. His eyes dart up to yours just for a second, you see lust and mischief there.

“Alright, here we go,” he mumbles to himself, easing two lubed up fingers inside you. This time you take them easily, dull pain of the stretch is present but also welcomed. You moan.

Mr Miller closely watches your face twisting with pleasure while his fingers are fucking your butt. You watch him back, suddenly swept by a feeling so strong, you forget how to breathe for a second. There's no one else in the room, in the whole world, only you and this big older man, giving you an unforgettable experience, filling the hole that’s never been filled and you don’t want it to end, hate for him to stop. Stop giving, taking, watching you melt for him.

Ahhhh! A scorching heat floods your belly and hits you like a tsunami. Your core walls clench once, twice, your head digs into the pillow underneath, your eyes close and a loud moan slips out of your mouth. You’re shaking and crying ecstatic tears, your ass squeezing Joel’s thick digits, your pussy contracting around nothing.

“D— did you just come? Jack’s cold tone brings you back to reality as if a bucket of icy water was thrown over your head. Still jerking with climax you snap your eyes open, your breathing heavy, and see Joel’s lopsided smile in front of you.

Fuck! Your cheeks and neck burn and you cover your face with your hands, embarrassed by unraveling in front of your boyfriend’s dad. With his fingers in your ass.

Joel comes to your rescue. He gently rubs your thigh with his paddle of a hand and coos,

“She’s one of a kind, Jack. The anal stimulation isn’t as pleasurable for women as it is for men. In the right hands though… you did wonderful, sweetie.”

You bite your lip, hiding a grin that’s about to bloom on your face, and grip your knees tighter.

“We can stop now if…,” Joel starts.

“No!” You cut him off and push your knees to your chest. “I want to be ready. For the real thing.”

“I’ll give you the real thing,” Joel whispers so quietly it’s barely audible but you hear. Your eyes lock as he plants his palm on the bed by your side and hovers over your lower half.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

After you say ‘yes’ Mr Miller glances back in the direction of his son.

“Jus’ the tip at first. Maybe only. Depends on how she takes it.”

He looks down at you with that soft but feral gaze of his and talks to Jack.

“Watch her face closely when you push inside.”

Joel’s hot leaky cockhead kisses your pussy hole and you gasp, your entrance winking at his manhood, inviting it to come in. Joel whispers,

“Only teasin’.” You smile and shake your head at the man. He gives you a wink and drags his tip down along the delicate skin between your pussy and asshole and then nudges your tight ring.

“If she scrunches her pretty nose, stop. Means she’s hurtin’.”

Joel presses his crown against your asshole and applies pressure. Your mouth parts when he starts pushing it into your asshole, the stretch far bigger than with his fingers. You take a few deep breaths, not stopping him, craving to be fucked.

“Yeah, breathe for me, baby. In and out. Like I taught ya.”

In! in! in! your pussy screams and throbs with the rhythm of your heartbeat, your body desperate to be ruined by your boyfriend’s dad.

Mr Miller pauses and closes his eyes, his forearm muscles tense with restraint, the veins of his hand that’s wrapped around his shaft are bulging. He speaks, trying to keep his voice steady.

“The most difficult thing now—is to control yourself — all you wanna do — is shove your dick deep inside her— to the hilt—- she feels so fuckin’ good.”

His arousal and your desire merge together and form an electric cloud around you two, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Mr Miller moves another inch deeper and you whimper.

“But you musn’t,” he grunts to his son or to himself. “You should be in control— think of her first and your pleasure second —Yeahhh?”

The last word sounds like a moan and you smile dizzily, ecstatic to see how much bliss you’re giving him. Joel pushes in some more and then looks into your eyes. “Wanna see?”

You nod eagerly and place another pillow under your head, propping it up to get a better view.

The sight before your eyes takes your breath away. Joel’s big hand wrapped around his girthy cock, the veins on his shaft thumping, glistening with lube. But the best thing is your stretched asshole, hugging Joel’s tip buried inside.

“Wow,” you breathe out. Joel smirks, his smile lopsided and boyish. He drops his head to your butt and asks,

“Wanna stop here? Done so good already.”

You crane your neck and glance at Jack, expecting him to scream ‘Yes! Stop! Now!’ but he’s hunched over in his cuck chair with a blank stare, chewing on the nail of his thumb.

You bring your gaze back up at Joel and purr,

“I want all of it.”

Joel nods and thrusts in.

Mr Miller’s fucking your ass like it’s been made solemnly for this purpose. His hands are gripping your spread thighs, leaving marks on your soft skin, his hips snapping against your asscheeks, drowning the room in the lewd Slap slap slap! Sounds.

By now you’ve lost all the composure and your loud moans are flowing freely from your lips, mixing with Joel’s animalistic growls.

“Yeahhhh.. good girl…she’s a fast learner… takin’ me like a champ.”

“Thanks, Mr Miller,” you mewl with your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel a second orgasm building. Hungry for it you lick your fingers, reach for your throbbing clit and start rubbing it while Joel’s steel shaft is massaging your insides.

“Lemme… want some help?” Joel asks, consent king as always.

“Yes, please.”

Not minding his son watching you two from the back, Joel brings his calloused thumb to your puffy clit and starts drawing infinities over it.

You arch your back, losing your mind over how amazing it feels. Your ass is full of Joel’s cock, but your neglected pussy hole is crying desperately. You look for your boyfriend behind Joel’s broad back. He still looks shell shocked, his widened eyes lowered, and you realize that he’s watching his dads heavy balls slap against his girlfriend’s asscheeks.

Opps.

“Mr Miller,” you whisper, staring at the older man again, “Could you..?”

You lift your hand, stick two fingers out and move them up and down, fingering an invisible pussy.

Joel flashes you a knowing smile.

“Gotcha, sweetie.” He glances back at his son and raises his voice, talking to you,

“You strugglin’, baby? Ok if I help you relax?”

You consent loudly so Jack could hear and the next second Mr Miller changes hands and his dry index and middle fingers easily enter your sopping pussy.

Yeahhhh! You whimper, so full of his fat cock and digits, it feels like you’re going to come apart at the seams.

Joel’s massaging your g-spot with two fingers, his thumb working your clit, his cock relentlessly rutting into your ass. You’ve never been fucked this good and you try to hold off your second climax, hating for the sex to end.

But Joel’s too hot, too experienced and soon you come with a wail, arching your sweaty back off the bed and clamping Joel’s hips with your thighs. Blinding ecstasy is coursing through your body, your cunt pulsing around Joel’s fingers, your asshole choking his cock so hard he stills.

“Here— we g—goooHngggg….” he roars, retreats his fingers out of your pussy and covers you with his huge frame. He pushes his face into your sweaty neck but holds his weight over your thrashing body.

“Where?” He chokes, his chest rumbling with groans, and you wrap your arms around his broad back and press your naked tits to him, mumbling into his ear,

“Inside my ass, Mr Miller. Please.”

His whole body tenses up over you and he begins squirting his hot cum deep inside your butt. The warmth of his load fills you more and more, every erratic thrust of his cock pushes the sticky spent back into you and you hold him tight, wishing to be stuffed to the brim. It doesn’t take long with how much he comes and soon his jizz covers your asscheeks and his balls, sticking them together like glue. You feel filthy and sexy, with your boyfriend’s dad busting inside you, the former having a perfect view of your asshole sucking the older man’s cum in. Too abundant it rolls down your crack and onto Jack’s bed.

Both of you are panting when Joel carefully pulls his cock out of your asshole and falls on the bed next to you, still fully clothed except for the pulled down jeans and boxers.

“Dad, put your dick away,” Jack grumbles.

“Yeah yeah.” Joel tucks his cock back in, leaving his jeans open. He sounds exhausted. You cover yourself with a sheet suddenly remembering that you’re naked next to your boyfriend’s dad.

You turn your head to him resting next to you, his forearm covering his closed eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly, his leg dangling off the edge of the bed. He’s so handsome you want to bite him. The man had a full day of work and then rocked your world. You find it incredibly hot but also feel guilty for exhausting him even more.

You watch Mr Miller for a few moments, warmth spreading in your belly and chest, until he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and turns his head to you.

“Dad?” Jack calls impatiently, hurrying the man to leave but Joel doesn’t spare him a glance and asks you,

“How you feelin’, baby?”

He nods down at your pussy but you know he’s asking about your butt.

“I’m ok.” You squirm on the bed, trying to access your state. “A little sore but good.”

“Good,” Joel repeats with a warm smile. You’re staring at each other silently, his gaze soft and warm, grinning like two fools. You want to kiss him but stop yourself. It’s inappropriate.

Then you remember where his cock was just a few minutes ago and giggle.

“What is it?” Joel asks, his eyes dart between yours and then slide to your lips.

You shake your head, silence thick and loaded between you two.

Jack rips it apart as he clears his throat.

“Thanks, dad. Fucking hell. You can go now.”

He gets up from the chair and crosses his arms, frowning at the two of you. You wonder if he’s going to break up with you after this. Whatever.

Joel sits up with a grunt and gets out of the bed. He sways a little and you smile proudly — you did it to him.

“Thank you, Mr Miller.” You sit up, holding the sheet over your body. He zips up his jeans and winks,

“Don’t mention it, baby.”

Jack scoffs. Joel heads to the door but as he passes his son he pauses.

“Get her a wet towel. And some water,” he commands. “So .. if she took my cock, she wouldn’t even notice yours. You’re welcome.”

With that he pats his son’s shoulder and leaves.

Who needs Jack, amirite? Maybe Joel can teach them something else?🤔 Thank you for reading! Please, leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the story💞

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“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Tommy asks, breaking the silence. You two are having lunch on a patio of an Italian restaurant, and usually you’re very chatty but not today. Spinning your fork in a plate of Carbonara, you sigh,

“Last day saddies. I hate to go back. Hate to leave you.”

“Me too, baby. I wish you could stay.” Your boyfriend takes your hand and searches for your eyes. “But soon we’ll always be together, yeah?”

You nod, your face lights up a little. You can’t wait to graduate and move to Austin. Every time you have to return to college you feel like you’re leaving your heart back here. Your last night with Tommy is always restless even if he does his best to tire you out with the most amazing sex.

“What can I do to cheer you up, my love?” Tommy asks carefully and your heart swells hearing his gentle tone, seeing warmth in his eyes which are waiting for an answer. You still can’t get used to how sweet he is.

“This place is great. Thank you for taking me out.”

Tommy leans forward closer to you.

“Maybe you have something else in mind?”

You take a sip of water and think.

“Mm I don’t know.”

Tommy sighs.

“Well, if you think of anything, let me know. I’ll make it happen.”

He gives you a wink and you purr,

“You’re the best, daddy.”

Feeling frisky you glide your foot over his calf under the table and Tommy chuckles, his brown eyes glinting with a naughty spark.

“Bad girl.”

He’s so handsome right now - a white shirt clings to his broad shoulders, his dark curls are moving in the wind. Wishing to capture the moment you take your phone off the table and snap a selfie of you two - a shy smile on Tommy’s face, yours is glowing with love.

Suddenly an idea pops into your head.

“Oh my god! I know! I know what’ll make me feel better!”

Tommy immediately catches your excitement.

“What is it?”

You put your phone down and bite your lip, scared that he’d say no.

“C’mon. Tell me.” Tommy pushes, noticing your hesitation.

“What if.. ehm..we shoot a video?”

Tommy raises his brows.

“Like.. of our day?”

“No, of our night.” Your lips spread into a playful grin and Tommy realizes what you mean.

“Ohhh..”

“Yeahh…” You nod and lean closer to him. Gliding your hand over his muscular arm, you say in a sultry voice, “I’ll watch it back in my dorm when I miss you, daddy…When I’m all alone and needy. So horny for my sexy boyfriend.”

Tommy’s eyes darken, they move to your lips, his cheeks rosy. Then he reaches closer and kisses you.

You melt and gush in your panies as he teases you with light pecks, then swipes his tongue over your lower lip and licks inside your mouth. Two can play this game so being naughty you take his tongue between your lips and suck. Tommy growls and deepens the kiss.

When you part from each other, you both are extremely hungry but not for food.

“Yeah, great idea,” Tommy croaks and takes a swig of his cold beer.

With your pussy still aching, you squeal and clap your hands, attracting attention of some guests.

“What about Joel? Gonna miss him, too?” Tommy asks, taking a bite and glancing at you.

You scoff but the idea of having that hot motherfucker on video makes you lick your lips.

“I won’t miss him-“ you lie, “but… maybe we can invite him?”

“Maybe we can,” Tommy smirks. “Wanna text him?”

“Ok!” You say gleefully and grab your phone.

You have a tripod? You send to the contact named Jerk🍆

You place your phone back, not expecting Joel to answer you soon, that man never checks his messages, but to your surprise your phone vibrates a few seconds later.

Yes. What time we filming?

“What the fuck?” You lift your widened eyes at Tommy. “How does he know what we wanna do? You told him?”

“When? You’ve just come up with the idea.”

“Then how does he..?”

“It’s his superpower,” Tommy chuckles mid-chew. “He’s like a sex psychic. Feels those things instantly.”

Another text from Joel appears on the screen.

??

Shaking your head in awe you text back.

Tonight. Bring the tripod.

It’s 9:30 pm and you’re sitting on Tommy’s bed in his rented apartment. The renovation of his new house is taking longer than he anticipated so he decided to get himself a place. You love this temporary love nest for Tommy and you but you also miss staying at Joel’s. You’ll never admit it though.

The tripod with your phone is standing on the floor by the corner of the bed. The camera is directed at you and already filming, you hit the record button a few moments ago.

The room is dark and like a stage only the bed is illuminated. There are lamps on the nightstands and a bright floor lamp that Joel dragged into the room himself.

“Lightin’ ‘s the most important thing,” Joel stated with expertise in his voice and you wondered how many times he’d used that tripod. And with whom.

To make the atmosphere more sensual you also placed a little mood lamp nearby that now casts a reddish glow onto the bed.

Stage fright makes your stomach churn for a second when you glance at the camera lenses but then you take a deep breath and say loudly,

“Come in!”

Tommy and Joel walk into the room, or rather saunter inside, sex appeal oozing from both of them. Your heart and pussy throb when your eyes slide over your boyfriend. Tommy wanted the video to be special for you so he’s wearing your favorite black shirt with skulls embroidered on the front, white pants, his long hair tied in a man bun. He looks like a snack.

Joel always dresses like a porn star so it’s not surprising that his outfit screams Sex. He’s wearing a barely buttoned shirt over his naked torso and tight dark jeans.

“Howdy, angel.” Joel tips an invisible cowboy hat to you and you roll your eyes at first but then remember the role play you agreed on so you sit up and give the men a sweet smile.

“Hi uncle Joel. Hi daddy.”

You tug down on the hem of a silky robe you have on, feigning modesty, as the men walk around the tripod and come up to you at the opposite sides of the bed.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?” Tommy coos and sits down next to you. Joel keeps standing, hands on his hips, huge bulge at your eye level.

Tommy brushes away a lock of your hair and your skin erupts with goosebumps at the soft touch.

“All good. Just a little sad.”

“Why's that?”

“I don’t wanna leave home. I’m gonna miss you two. And mom.”

Joel barks a laugh but when you glare up at him he coughs into his hand.

“Yeah,” Tommy sighs. “Maybe we can cheer you up.”

You blink at him with fake ignorance and Joel explains,

“Want a present from your daddy and uncle?”

Joel palms himself and Tommy smirks, throwing his brother a knowing look.

“I love presents!” You exclaim and bounce on the bed, making your robe open up a little and expose more of your cleavage.

“Bet you do, little slut,” Joel mumbles, staring at your tits, but you pretend you haven’t heard it.

“What is it?”

“Oh,” Joel climbs on the bed and kneels at your side. “Give me your hand.”

You bite your lip to hide your smile and offer your hand to him. Joel immediately brings it to his bulge.

“Feel it. It’s right here. Waiting for ya.”

The lump under your hand is stiff as a rock and your mouth waters, remembering all the times you had Joel’s cock and balls between your lips.

“It’s big,” You gasp theatrically and glance at the phone.

“Hell yeah, baby. Wanna see?”

Timidly you put your hand away and drop your head down.

“Mm.. I don’t know..”

“Hey.” Tommy pinches your chin and tilts your head up to face him. His pupils are blown as he says. “It’s so hot tonight. Why don’t you take your robe off?” His black eyes roam your still covered body and you wrap your garment around your torso tighter.

“Mom won’t like it if my stepdad sees me almost naked.”

Tommy takes a sharp breath and Joel groans, bucking his hips in your direction. He cups your cheek and you look at him.

“We won’t tell her, babygirl. No one will know.”

“No one,” Tommy promises and his fingers caress your knee.

You pretend to consider the decision and then nod curtly.

You untie the robe and it slowly slides off your shoulders, pooling on the bed. The men grunt and instinctively move closer to you when you reveal your lingerie - a light pink mesh set with little white hearts. Joel growls, taking you in, but Tommy’s eyes get glossy, his voice croaks and he asks,

“Is it..?”

You nod with a warm smile touched by the fact that he remembers. You were wearing it the first time Tommy and Joel fucked you. After the dinner date. One of the hottest nights of your life.

“You’re beautiful,” Tommy gushes, breaking the character and glides his palm over your arm.

“Thank you, daddy,” you drop your head and stare at your thighs.

Joel rolls his eyes and steers the scene back.

“Still too much clothes, niece. Let me help you.” He reaches behind your back and like a magician unclasps your bra in a blink.

“Joel!” You gasp as it falls down, exposing your naked tits. Your chest heaving, you cover yourself with your hands and shake your head.

“No, I can’t do it.”

You grab your robe but Tommy stops your hand and scoots closer to you.

“Whoah, whoah, sweetie, hold your horses.”

“No daddy, I can’t. It’s wrong. My mom wanted you to be a father figure for me.. not… this,” you mewl, still keeping your hands over your breasts.

Tommy climbs on the bed and kneels by your side. He cranes his body to hug you and his lips brush your ear as he whispers,

“I can be anyone you want, but you’ll need to become my little slut first.”

“Daddy…,” you breathe out, your eyes flutter closed, your core puckers, your panties are getting soaked.

Slowly like two predators circling its prey, the men cage you between their broad bodies. You timidly glance up at them, begging for mercy but their gazes are dark and menacing.

“Uncle, please,” you plead but Joel gives you a carnal smile and grabs his bulge.

“M’sorry, sexy, but you’re getting this present tonight.”

His voice is hoarse and lustful, his breath hot on your neck and breasts and your nipples stiffen up from these invisible kisses. Your eyes dart between the men as they’re staring down at you like hungry wolves at a bunny that has nowhere to run. Heat raises in your core and you almost moan.

“And if I try to leave?” You say, your voice is shaky with arousal but it seems like you’re scared. “You two won’t take me by force, right?”

It’s impossible to hide how much this turns you on, your eyes are glazed over with want. Tommy’s voice is quiet but it holds such power over your body, you start trembling.

“If you ask like a good girl we might let you go.”

Your chest is rising and falling, your pussy aches, and you whimper,

“Please. Let me go.”

Joel scoffs and brings his hand to your hair. Your breathing hitches when he softly scratches your scalp. Suddenly he grabs a handful and yanks your head back, making you gasp. His face hovers over yours as he grunts,

“He said we ‘might’ not ‘will’.”

“No!”

Your palms hit his naked chest, you push him away but to no avail. He keeps you in place with the hand in your hair.

“You leave this room when we say so,” he hisses into your face. “And only when your pussy’s full of our cum, little slut.”

You burn up with hot need and move your eyes to the side to see Tommy change the position and get behind you. A muscular arm wraps around your torso, a hard chest hits your naked back.

“He’s right,” Tommy rasps into your ear as his fingers knead your naked breasts and lightly pull on your nipples. “I was too soft with you, my sweet stepdaughter. Gave you what you wanted. Now we gonna take what we need.”

You’re breathing heavily, your lips parted. You didn’t expect them both to be so good at this game and your pussy leaks into your panties, your clit throbs between your folds, and seeking relief, you grind your pelvis against the bed.

“Look at her, brother,” Joel smirks, noticing your pathetic search for pressure. “Rubbin’ her cunt on the sheets. Gonna leave her snail trails all over.”

Tommy tuts and you cry out as a palm on your back pushes you down. You land on your hands and hastily turn around to make weak attempts to fight the men off.

“No, please, I don’t want it,” you beg, glancing up at the phone, your pussy crying. You can’t wait to watch it later.

“I won’t let you!” You scream but not so loud as to attract the neighbours’ concern. After you try to sit up, Joel puts his hand on your neck and holds you down.

“Like we need your permission, dirty whore,” he barks, slapping your tit and drawing a cry out of you. “Tommy’s right. You turned into a little brat. Daddy, no, uncle, no. Fuck this! Our cocks need milkin’ and you’re the best candidate for the job.”

You’re whimpering and fake-sobbing, ready for the brothers to do whatever they want and shaking with adrenaline.

Tommy leans in and whispers, “Is this ok? You good, my love?”

“Yeah… yes.” You nod eagerly, your voice confident. You want them both to be rough with you so much you might cry.

Tommy’s softness makes you push harder and with a fiery gaze you slap Joel’s hand off your neck and hiss,

“Fuck you both!”

You rush to escape but Tommy grabs you and easily manhandles you onto your front. He pushes you into the mattress, his knee on the back of your thighs. You try to snake away but he grabs your wrists and binds them behind your back with his strong hands. Now you’re helpless with your cheek pressed to the sheets, your arms restricted.

While Tommy’s holding you down, Joel starts undressing. When he’s done, his face appears in front of yours. With a usual assholish smile he coos,

“You were so sad before, angel. Bet ya happy now.”

“Jerk!” The word is muffled by the sheet at your mouth, you’re glaring at him, enjoying every second of this.

“No one’s gonna help you,” Tommy smirks, lovingly gliding his warm hand over your asscheek, your see-through panties not covering anything. “You might cry or beg. Your holes are ours tonight. You’ll be lucky if you can walk tomorrow.”

You whine and squirm on the bed, until Joel slaps your ass and you freeze.

“Quit it, niecy. Or I’ll spank it raw.”

Your pupils dilate and Joel notices.

“Ohhh she wants it, bro.”

Tommy scoffs.

“Of course. Bad girls love to be spanked. And this one is naughty as hell.” Even his degradation sounds sweet in his velvet voice. He follows Joel’s suit and gives your ass a juicy slap. The stroke sends rays of pleasure through your pussy and you moan.

The men laugh and you bite your lip, wishing they’d do it again. But Joel has a better idea.

“We’ll spank you more, when our cocks are ruining your tight cunt.”

“At the same time?” You cry out wishing to give them the idea, barely hiding your excitement.

“Not sure you can take us yet. Let’s check, Tommy.” The younger brother pulls your panties down and slides them down your legs.

“No! Stop!” You scream and thrash around, completely exposed now. You have no chance of overpowering them so it takes seconds for the men to manhandle you in the position they want — your naked ass up in the air, your cheek pressed to the bed, they both holding you down. You flinch when someone’s fingers slide between your folds.

“Fuck, she’s dripping wet.” You hear Joel groan behind you. You moan and whine looking up at the camera.

“Let me see.” Tommy gathers some of your slick and swirls his fingers around your clit once, twice, then stops. Your hole clenches with despair but next second he pushes two fingers inside it and begins scissoring you open, getting you ready for god knows what. You settled on the role play before the night but not the details; you wanted it to be a surprise.

Tommy pulls his fingers out and you hear him suck on them, tasting your wet arousal.

“Still too tight. We’ll split her in two,” he mumbles with his fingers still in the mouth.

“Fuck her open, Tommy.” Joel offers your pussy like you’re a cheap hooker and a half sob half moan escapes your lips. The younger brother pushes your legs wider apart with his knee and settles behind you.

“You’re both fucked in the head!” You cry out and try to get away but fail miserably when Joel places his wide palm on your head and pushes down.

“Naughty kitten,” Tommy growls. His hands grab your hips, fingers dig into your soft flesh.

You hear a belt unbuckling, a zipper opening and like Pavlov’s dog you start salivating. He throws his clothes off and then his hot cock lands on your asscheek. You whimper, ready to be pierced.

“Big breaths, little slut,” Joel smirks. “Gonna hurt less if you relax.”

You fake shaky sobs and squeeze your eyes shut, ready to take the meaty cock of your daddy.

And you take it well. Tommy feeds his length to your cunt slowly, inch by inch, letting you feel every rim and vein. He spreads your folds with his thumbs for a better viewing and when his heavy balls hit your pussy you both moan loudly, not hiding how great it feels.

“Damn, sweetie, you’re so tight,” Tommy groans and starts rocking his hips languidly at first, letting you get used to the big cock deep inside you. Joel glides his palm over your back, leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“I’ve fucked lots of cunts, need to test this one out,” he muses and you throw him a glare.

“Man whore,” you spit as jealousy pricks your heart. “Alrighty,” Joel chuckles, “let’s plug this dirty mouth of yours.”

With that he stands on his knees and pulls his dick out. It’s bobbing over your face now, mighty and hard, dropping precum on your cheek, and you want to gobble on it but staying in the role you yell,

“Don’t even think about it! I’ll bite it off!”

“Nah,” Joel smirks, grabbing you by the hair again and pulling your head up and off the bed. “Once you taste this shlong, you’ll ask for more.”

You’re standing on hands and knees now, swaying back and forth with Tommy fucking your pussy. Joel gets in front of you and like a good actor checks if he’s not covering you from the view of the camera. Then he pinches your chin and commands,

“Say Ahhhh. Time to get your present.”

You do it, not without sending him to hell first. Soon you can’t speak though, Joel’s cock taking all the space in your saliva-filled mouth.

The brothers are plowing your holes, sawing their dicks in and out, your eyes crossed from pleasure. Tears are running down your cheeks when Joel pushes his cock all the way into your throat. It’s not your first rodeo so you take his cock like a champ, curling your lips, slurping and drooling. When your lips circle around Joel’s base, his length stuffed in your throat, Joel holds your head in place and grunts,

“Tongue out, angel, lick my balls.” He lifts and holds them pressed to the underside of his cock, on his palm like on a silver platter for you. Your eyes flick to the camera - it better be capturing this. Starting to suffocate, you stick your tongue out under the hard shaft and reach reach reach… until the tip of your tongue glides over the fuzzy skin.

Joel cheers,

“That’s my slut! She’s gifted, Tommy,” he says and both men chuckle. You gag and slap Joel’s thigh. He immediately pulls you off his dick and your saliva streams down your chin and on the bedsheets, your chest heaving as you are wheezing and swallowing air.

“You’re sick,” you croak, your throat fucked already. Your arms and legs are shaking under you, your pussy still being used by Tommy but he’s slowed down, letting you calm down.

Joel pays your comment no mind. He gets off the bed and takes your phone off the tripod.

You understand why when he stands by the side of the bed and directs the camera at your fucked out face, eyes glossy, cheeks tear stricken, lips puffy and wet with spit and Joel’s precum.

“Smileeee,” he sings, mocking you, and when you flip him a bird he chuckles and moves the camera. He starts filming the place where Tommy and you are joined.

“C’mon, little star, show us how good you’re at taking a cock.”

“She’s doing great,” Tommy praises and coos, “Best stepdaughter ever.”

You smile and clench around him, coaxing a groan from the man. Not stopping his thrusts, Tommy leans forward, slides his palm over your juggling ass and arched back, then grabs your asscheeks and spreads them wider apart. You glance back. Joel holds the camera close to your heat and you wish you could see it right now, too — your hole stretched around Tommy’s cock, creaming around his base, you pussy sucking in his fat dick every time he pulls back.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Joel says, looking at the screen. “Bet we can get good money if we stream it.”

Tommy chuckles between heavy breathing and you lift your head.

“No!! No streaming.”

Joel waves you off with his hand.

“Chill, babygirl. I kid. For now,” he adds under his nose and you whine again.

It gets quiet for some time except for the sounds of skin on skin slapping so you turn your head and see the men discuss something without words. Just gestures and eyes.

Tommy pulls out and slaps your ass.

“On your side.”

“Please, can I go?”

Joel sets the phone back on the tripod and replies to your question.

“Ya feel any cum in your holes, slut? If no, then we ain’t done.”

You sniff and get on your side obediently. Joel plops behind you and big spoons you. His arm bonds you to him, his chest by your back, his lips brush your ear.

“Ready for us?” He nibbles on your earlobe while you’re watching Tommy lie down in front of you.

“Daddy, what are you gonna do?”

“We’re gonna spend some time like a happy family. Together.” He smirks and you swallow loudly.

“Who goes first?” Joel gruffs into your neck and Tommy says,

“I’ll start.” Now he turns to you, “put your leg here.” He pats his hip and you do it, mumbling,

“M’scared.”

“It’s ok, sweetie. Daddy’s here.” Tommy leans forward and your lips meet. Your breath catches as you forget about your role and kiss him back sensually.

While Tommy’s kneading your breast, his tongue deep in your mouth, Joel grumbles and pierces you on his cock from behind.

You moan into Tommy’s mouth, adjusting to the hot rod inside you, and he parts from you.

“I thought I was gonna be first,” he snickers.

“The early cock gets the hole.”

“Isn’t it ‘the early bird’?” you ask and whine when Joel rolls his hips and sends his member deeper into you.

“Don’t be a smart ass,” he gruffs into your ear and stops moving. You glance back with confusion in your blown out eyes and he wiggles his brows up and down.

“Waitin’ for your daddy to join us.”

Your mouth pops open and you gasp when Joel rolls onto his back, pulling you with him, his cock still buried inside you. In a flash you’re lying on top of him, your front up.

“What are you..?” You start asking but Tommy cuts you off when he pushes your legs up and Joel grabs your thighs, opening you up for his brother. Tommy settles over Joel’s legs, his cock bobbing, and asks,

“You’re so full already, baby. Think you can take more?”

You shake your head.

“I can’t, daddy. You’re too big. Both of you.”

“No doubt,” Joel mumbles and snaps his hips up. His tip kisses your cervix and you gasp.

“We can do it. I’ll help.”

Tommy gives you a reassuring smile and draws circles around your clit with his leaky tip.

“Oh daddy,” you moan, clenching around Joel’s shaft, making him groan. Tommy keeps pleasuring you with his fat crown, alternating between massaging your clit and slapping it rhythmically. You can’t hold off the heat rising in your core and soon come on Joel’s cock.

“Fuckkkkkkk,” the older brother moans, squeezing you tight in his arms. “I ain’t gonna last, bro, hurry up.”

“Coming,” Tommy smiles watching you jerk with ecstasy hits, proud of his work. He bends down, keeping his weight on one hand that’s planted on the bed, and nudges your already spread hole with his cockhead.

“Daddy, it won’t fit.” You pant after a delicious orgasm.

“It will, sweetie. You just need to really want it, want your daddy and uncle inside you.”

You flood Joel’s cock with your slick as Tommy pushes his tip inside you, his thumb helping to squeeze it in.

“Fuck she’s tight,” he mutters under his breath but doesn’t give up.

“I’ll help,” Joel says and pinches your clit.

You whine and he laughs before his fingers start rubbing your overstimulated bud. You swap his hand away but he brings it back.

“Don’t — slap! Stop it! I’ll just pet your kitty.” It burns for a few moments but soon under Joel’s skilled fingers the pain turns into pleasure and your hole opens up little by little until Tommy’s head disappears inside you. He moans and keeps thrusting forward while Joel is massaging your puffy clit until Tommy bottoms out as well, joining his brother inside you.

“Oh my… you’re everywhere,” you groan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It really feels like this - like they occupy every cell in your body, every nook and cranny.

“Breathe, angel.” Joel reminds you, his big hands cupping your tits. He sounds like he’s on the edge, holding onto the last straw, postponing his climax.

All three of you are panting, bodies glistening with sweat, moaning and grunting in the reddish light of the room.

You flutter your eyes open and look at Tommy hovering over you.

“You can move. Both of you,” you say and Tommy starts fucking you, setting the rhythm for both men. In and out. In and out. In and out.

Joel follows and soon two hard cocks are pumping your poor pussy, stretched to the maximum, crying over them, thumping with your fast heartbeat. Their pushed-together cocks rub every nerve ending you have inside your core and inevitably your walls begin contracting.

Oh fuckkkkk!

Shitttttt!

Aahhhhh!

You moan loudly, the men roar as you start unravelling between them, Joel under you, Tommy over, your pussy squeezing their cocks so hard they almost get pushed out. The brothers keep fucking you through your earth shattering orgasm giving you every last drop of ecstasy.

‘Mgonnacome,” Joel breathes out against your temple and starts spilling his seed against your walls. His dick throbs in your pulsing cunt and Tommy can’t resist any longer. He groans loudly and begins adding his cum to Joel’s inside you. They squirt more and more jizz into your core until it spills out and trickles down your ass and onto Joel’s balls.

All three of you are slowly coming down from your highs, breaths laboured, skin wet with postfuck dew. Sandwiched between the brothers, you lock eyes with Tommy and giggle.

“You did amazing, my love,” he praises you, his face hovering over yours.

“You, too, daddy. I loved every second.”

Joel clears his throat, shifting on the bed under your body, and you roll your eyes and glance back at him.

“You were good, too. Go easy on the jokes next time though.”

“No way. It’s comedy gold in there.”

Three heads turn to your phone which is still filming. Joel slaps your thigh and asks,

“Who wants to watch this shit and then fuck some more?”

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