Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Frank's head was spinning. Could it had all been a dream? He could literally feel all the tongues and cocks and dicks, it felt so real!
He pulled back his sheets and noticed his cock was hard. He was alone in his room. It was all a dream. He never had thought about guys sexually, let alone his own son. He was shocked, he didn't consider himself gay, but that dream got him so turned on!
He spread his legs slightly and started rubbing his hole in a circle.
The dream had felt so real, like he could still taste Eric’s tight little ass on his tongue and Frank’s thick cock buried so deep inside him he could barely breathe. He couldn't believe he dreamt about his own son fucking him. Frank's rubbing of his own hole quickened as he thought about the dream. He didn't consider himself gay or bisexual, but that dream was hot as fuck!
Frank groaned as he pulled his cock out and started stroking it. He imagined Leo's thick cock stretching him open, filling him with thick, hot cum. The bed creaked under his weight as he arched his back, his hips bucking up to meet his own rubbing fingers. He imagined Leo's strong hands gripping his hips, holding him in place as his thick cock pistoned in and out of his tight hole. He grunted lowly as he felt his balls tighten, the cum building up inside him, ready to explode.
*knock knock* "Dad, are you ok? Would heard you yelling like you were having a nightmare?" Leo said from the other side of the door. "Yea, you were really loud!" came the voice of David, Frank's other son. Frank quickly threw the blanket over himself and replied "I'm fine guys, just a nightmare." But it wasn't a nightmare, it was the hottest dream of his life.
Frank had never considered himself anything other than straight, and the thought that he just jerked off to a dream of being fucked by his own son made his face flush with embarrassment.
Leo knocked again, his voice muffled through the door. "Dad? You sounded like you were in pain. You okay in there?"
Frank cleared his throat, forcing his voice to sound normal. "Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just a weird dream. Go back to bed."
Silence lingered on the other side of the door before Leo finally muttered, "Okay… weirdo," with a laugh before his footsteps retreated down the hall.
Frank exhaled sharply, his cock still throbbing in his hand beneath the blanket. "I told you he was ok!" David said to Leo, their voices trailing down the hallway.
Frank breathed deeply, trying to steady his still racing heart. His cock remained hard, aching between his legs as the last remnants of his fantasy flickered through his mind. He couldn't believe how vivid it had felt—how real.
Frank looked toward his bedroom window, the curtains drawn tight. Outside, the sun had set hours ago, and the house was quiet now except for the occasional creak of settling wood. He could still feel the ghost of Eric’s tight little hole clenching around his tongue. The memory of that taste, that heat, lingered on his lips like a brand.
His fingers moved again, this time more deliberately, tracing the edge of his entrance before pushing inside.
The sensation—wet, forbidden, *sinful*—made his breath hitch. He bit his lower lip to stifle a groan, but it escaped anyway, low and rough.
*Knock knock.*
Frank’s entire body locked up. His hand froze mid-stroke, his cock still half-hard from the dying echoes of the dream. The knock came again, softer this time. You sure you're alright?" Leo’s voice was muffled through the door, hesitant.
Frank’s stomach dropped.
"Leave Dad alone, he's fine. He was probably jerking off and got carried away!" David called down the hallway to Leo.
“He’s a grown man—he can take care of himself! C’mon, let’s go back to bed.”
Frank’s chest heaved as he dragged the blanket over his waist, covering himself completely. He stared at the bedroom door, his brain still swimming from the dream-hunger, his cock half-hard beneath the sheets. He could hear his sons’ retreating footsteps down the hall, their voices low and teasing, before their door clicked shut.
He exhaled sharply, fingers flexing on the blankets. The memory of the dream clung to him—Eric’s tight, untouched hole, Victor’s dark eyes watching, Leo’s thick cock pistoning into him—all of it felt so real.
Frank’s fingers trembled as he traced the edge of his entrance again, the forbidden touch sending a jolt of heat through him. He bit his lip, stifling another groan, but the sound slipped out anyway, rough and needy.
Then another knock.
Frank’s entire body went rigid. The knock came again, soft but insistent.
This time Frank grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on, he walked to the door and opened it. No one was there. Perhaps he thought he heard it. But, since he was up, he decided to go to the kitchen for some water. He passed by Leo's room, he was laying on top of the sheets in only his pajama pants, not shirt. Frank could feel his cock harden, he wondered if his son really had a big cock like he did in his dream. He pushed the thoughts away and headed downstairs to get the water. As he rounded the corner, he saw his other son, David, standing at the fridge. He wore only a bathrobe, which was open and revealed that he had nothing on underneath.
David was aware of his own body, how his chest was beginning to fill out, the thin trail of dark hair that ran down to his well-defined abs. His biceps tense as he leaned against the counter, the robe gaping open just enough to tease the viewer.
Frank's throat tightened as he stood frozen in the hallway, watching his son. David turned, catching his father’s gaze, and smirked.
“Couldn't sleep either?” David asked, his voice low and smooth.
Frank swallowed hard. “Uh… yeah. Just thirsty.”
David pushed off the counter and stepped closer, his robe swinging open further.
The moonlight streaming through the kitchen window silvered his bare chest, tracing the lean lines of his torso and the dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the fabric.
Frank’s breath hitched. His son was *built*—lean but toned, with the kind of physique that didn’t come from gym memberships but from years of playing sports, the kind that made Frank’s fingers tingle with the urge to *touch*.
David grinned, slow and knowing. “You’re staring.”
Frank forced his gaze up—straight into David’s eyes. They were the same hazel as his own, but where Frank’s had always been warm and gentle, David’s burned with something darker. Something *hungry*.
And it wasn’t just because they were both half-dressed in the middle of the night.
Frank cleared his throat, forcing his voice steady. “Just—thought I heard something. Go back to bed.”
David tilted his head, the smirk never leaving his lips. “You sure that’s all you heard?”
The question hung between them, thick with implication. Frank’s pulse pounded in his ears—a mix of alarm and something far more dangerous. His son wasn’t innocent anymore. Not like he had been when he was a kid.
David stepped closer, close enough that Frank could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint musk of soap and something darker beneath. Frank sat down in the chair at the kitchen table, he felt like his legs were gonna give out from under him. Only moonlight filled the kitchen, but he could see David's cock was fully hard. David grabbed his own cock, which was level with Frank's chest and not sure what came over him, rubbed his cock head against Frank's hard nipple. He rubbed it in a circle around Frank's nipple, then gave it a smack with his cock head. Suddenly, as if they both broke out of a trance, David backed away. "Sorry, I'm sorry Dad. I'm just horny. I'm sorry I did that. I'm tired, I'm going to bed. Let's forget this." David nervously said as he closed his robe. Frank didn't say anything other than "it's ok, go to bed." David walked out of the kitchen and Frank could hear him go up the stairs. Frank didn't move. Then he reached up and pinched the nipple that David had just dick smacked. He moaned with pleasure and threw his head back. He grabbed a bottle of water frm the fridge and then started back upstairs so he could jerk off to the memory of the dream and at what had just happened.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he noticed that the door to the boys bedroom, which was fully open before, we now closed except for a crack. He could hear something. He walked forward and peered in. Through the moonlight, he could see David and Leo watching a porno. On the screen Peter North was eating the pussy of a busty blond. Both his sons were naked, jerking off to what was on screen. The volume of the TV was low, presumably so that no one else would hear it, but it was loud enough to Frank could hear the woman on the screen moaning as Peter North lapped at her pussy. Both David and Leo were slowly stroking as they watch. Frank, still peering through the crack in the door, got hard as well.
Fuck, just look at her,” David groaned, his voice rough and needy. His hand moved faster up and down his thick cock, his hips rocking slightly as he watched the porn on the screen. “I wanna eat that pussy so bad.”
Leo whimpered, his own cock jerking in his grip as pre-cum beaded at the tip. “M-me too,” he stuttered, his free hand sliding up David’s thigh, fingers flexing against the firm muscle. “I wanna taste her too.”
Frank’s breath hitched in his throat.
The sight of his two sons—*his boys*—jerking themselves off as they watched a porn star devour a woman’s cunt sent a forbidden thrill spiraling through him. His cock, already half-hard from his earlier desperate fantasies and the near-miss with David, now pulsed with full, aching demand.
He shouldn’t be watching. He *knew* he should walk away—turn back to his room, lock the door, and deal with the consequences of his private hunger in silence. But he couldn’t move. The air in the hallway thickened, hot and thick with the scent of sweat, arousal, and something darker—something like *guilt*, but wrapped in silk and soaked in lust.
On the screen, Peter was still lapping away at the woman's pussy, he was now shoving his fingers in and out of her cunt as he lapped at her clit. Both boys groaned at seeing this and increased the speed of their jerking. "Have you ever eaten pussy before?" David asked Leo. Leo, not taking his eyes away from the screen answered "Yea, a few times. You?". David, also not looking away from the screen answered, "Yea, I have a few times too." David used his free hand to pinch his nipples while Leo used his free hand to play with his balls. "Who did you eat out?" David asked Leo. "Judith, Dad's last girl friend. She got SO fuckin' wet!" Leo answered. This time David did look at Leo and said "Really? Me too! I ate her out like the day before her and Dad broke up." Both boys smiled at each other.
Out in the hallway, Frank removed his boxers and threw them down the hallway. What he was watching and hearing was so hot. And yes, he remembered that Judith's pussy was the wettest he had ever had too. The mix of what he was watching and the memory of that pussy had his cock so hard.
It bobbed straight up from between his legs, the thick vein running the length of it throbbing painfully. His hand automatically closed around it, giving it a tight stroke from root to tip. A bead of pre-cum welled at the slit, glistening in the dim hallway light.
On the screen, Peter North had stopped fingering the woman and was now fucking her with his tongue in earnest. The wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth on her slick cunt filled the room, mixing with the wet *squelch* of the boys’ hands working their own cocks in time to what they saw.
"I'm gonna cum!" Leo yelled. He stood up and stood over David, who stuck out is chest, and Leo unloaded rope after rope of cum all over David. Was this something new or did they do this often as far as cumming on each other? Frank thought to himself. Having the cum hit his chest must've turned David on because he then stood up and prepared himself to cum all over Leo, who knelt down and stuck his chest out. David said nothing, he just started moaning and shooting his cum. Leo reach up and grabbed David's balls, which made him moan loudly and his cum started shooting higher and farther, going over Leo's head and onto the floor.
The sight of this made Frank furiously stroke his cock. He felt his orgasm building, but he didn't want the boys to hear. So he bit his lip and shot his load all over the boy's bedroom door.
He kept his breathing quiet, but the tidal wave of pleasure robbing him of control. His balls drew up tight with a groan he barely muffled, and then his cock jerked violently in his grip, ropes of thick, pearly cum spurting from the engorged head. It landed on the door in heavy drops, sliding down the wood in streaks of white. His body shuddered with each pulse, his thighs trembling, his free hand gripping the door frame for support. He panted through the aftershocks, his vision swimming, his cock still twitching weakly between his fingers.
Frank peered through the door to see what he missed while his eyes were closed as he shot his load. The boys had turned off the porno, but the TV was still on and glowing. Both looked like they had swiftly cleaned up, as both their chests looked cleaned and he could see Leo throwing a towel into a pile of laundry in the corner of the room. "Here you go, bro" David said to Leo as he handed him his pajama pants. "Thanks," he said with a yawn while he put them on. Both boys were bare chested but had their pajama pants on. To his surprised, the boys leaned in and gave each other a full kiss on the lips. "Sleep well" Leo said to David. "You too!" he said, as he turned off the TV. Everything was in complete darkness now, and Frank tip toed down the hall to his room.
He closed the door behind him, processing what he had just seen. Did the boys do this every night? Had they done more? And what about that kiss on the lips they gave each other?
Frank tossed and turned in bed thinking about the kiss, his cock aching. He kept imagining it was him they kissed. His sons. He couldn't believe that he had such an inappropriate thought, but it just came to him. His mind was racing with forbidden fantasies. He imagined his sons’ hands on him, their mouths, their bodies pressed against his. Every time he tried to push the thought away, it returned—harder, hotter, more insistent.
He groaned into his pillow, his cock throbbing between his legs. He reached down and began to stroke himself again, this time more deliberately, his fingers wrapping tightly around his shaft as he imagined his sons’ strong hands replacing his own.
Frank didn't feel himself fall back asleep, nor did he dream again, but before he knew it, he woke up and it was daylight. He looked at the clock, it ready 9:30 am. "The boys must be off at soccer practice" he thought to himself. Still, he heard something down stairs. He put on a robe and walked downstairs. There in his living room was Pedro and Jose, his house cleaners. He looked closer and remembered that they had appeared in his dream the previous night as Officers Reyes and Martinez.
Jose, who was Martinez in his dream, was in a white t-shirt and demin shorts, he was dusting the furniture. Pedro, who was the younger of the two and had appeared as Reyes, was in a similar outfit and was vaccuuming. "Good morning Mr. Callahan, we weren't sure if anyone was home. We let ourselves in with the keys you left us," Jose said.
He had a warm, easy smile that Frank remembered from their first housecleaning years ago, before his divorce transformed this home into a sterile showpiece.
Pedro was already moving through the living room with the vacuum, the motor's low hum filling the space where Frank’s boys had been only hours before. Frank’s chest tightened at the sight of them—two men working in his home, their bodies moving with practiced efficiency, their presence stirring something unfamiliar in him.
Jose set down his feather duster and walked over to the kitchen, where Frank stood frozen near the coffee maker. He noticed the way Jose’s arms flexed as he lifted the carafe, the defined muscle beneath his t-shirt.
"No problem, I just wasn't sure if it was my sons down here," Frank said. Pedro looked up from his vaccuuming and said "I think they are gone, we didn't see any other cars in the driveway." Frank smile and said "Well, I'll let you two get to work, I'm gonna head to the gym" and with that, he went upstairs to change into his gym clothes.
He put on a black tank top and black shorts, showing off his muscular physique. The shorts were tight enough to show off the outline of his cock and balls, but not tight enough to be indecent. As he came down the stairs with his gym bag, Jose looked up from his dusting and his eyes lingering on Frank's body. Pedro also looked up from his vacuuming and looked Frank up and down, a small smile playing on his lips. Both men looked away quickly, but not before Frank noticed. He felt a small thrill go through him, he wasn't used to being looked at like that, but he found it exciting.
"I'll see you two later!" Frank said, as he headed out the front door. He got into his car, turned it on, and headed down the street out of his neighborhood towards the gym. He then remembered that he left his water bottle at home. "Shit!" he said outloud and made a u-turn. He pulled into his drive and decided to go into the side door, which was where the laundry room was, which is where he had left his water bottle yesterday. He had only been gone barely 5 minutes, so Jose and Pedro were still there. When he entered he heard a noise. It wasn't the vaccuum, it wasn't the sound of dusting. He slowly walked over to the living room and the noise became louder. It sounded like a quick, rhythmic slapping sound. He looked around the corner and saw Pedro and Jose completely naked, with Jose standing behind Pedro, who was leaning over the couch. Jose was holding onto Pedro's hips, fucking his round, smooth butt with a steady pace. His hips slapping agaisnt Pedro's ass was making the sound. Frank stared, dumbstruck, as José held Pedro’s hips steady, his thick cock buried balls-deep in Pedro’s ass with each deep thrust. The view was obscene—José’s thighs tensing, his ass flexing as he pistons into Pedro, whose hands were splayed on the back of the couch, knuckles white. The sight of them both completely nude, the sheen of sweat on their skin, sent a sharp jolt of arousal through Frank. He felt his own cock twitch in his shorts. "mmmm fuck that butt, Papi!" Jose growled. "I love fucking you in our clients homes when they aren't home," Pedro said, his speed never wavering as he fucked Jose.
Pedro's cock was hitting Jose's prostate with every thrust and Jose was loudly moaning as he felt the pleasure build in him. Frank's head was spinning, his cock straining against the fabric of his gym shorts. He reached down and slipped his hand inside the waistband, wrapping his fingers around his rock-hard shaft. His breath hitched as he watched Pedro's balls slap against Jose's ass with each thrust, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing through the room.
Jose turned to look at Pedro, his eyes dark with lust. "You like fucking me in our client's house, don't you?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.
"You love it when I fuck you on their couch, don't you, Papi?"
Pedro groaned, his hips stuttering for a second before resuming their punishing rhythm. "Fuck yes, Jose. Fuck me harder, Papi. I want your cum so deep inside me."
Frank's hand was working his cock with frantic strokes now, the head glistening with pre-cum. He could see the thick vein running down the length of his shaft throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He imagined what it would be like to fuck Pedro while Jose fucked him from behind.
Pedro pulled his cock out of Jose and Jose got down on his knees and put Pedro's cock in his mouth. Pedro threw his head back in ectasy. "Yea, taste your Mexican boy pussy all over my cock!" Pedro hissed at Jose, as Jose slurped the cock that had just been in his ass.
Frank didn't know whether to pull down his gym shorts and jerk off, join the two men, or give them their privacy and leave the house. He grabbed his cock through his gym shorts and gave it a hard squeeze, but he still felt like he was intruding on a private moment. Yes, they were fucking in his house, but he still felt like it was a private moment. Frank picked up his water bottle that he had left in the kitchen, and snuck out of the house while Pedro and Jose continued fucking and talking dirty in the living room.
As he walked out to his car, he noticed Viki Walker laying in a lawn chair in her backyard, in a one piece red bathing suit. Viki had been one of Frank's students. With it being June she had just graduated from high school. "Hi Mr. Callahan!" She yelled over to him. Frank smiled and waved, making sure his lower half was hidden by his car, since he was still hard.
“Hey Viki—enjoying the sun?”
“Yep!” she called back, shifting onto her side so that the chair squeaked. “Warm enough that I don’t even need sunscreen.” She laughed and tucked a wisp of sun-bleached hair behind her ear, her shoulder strap sliding down her arm.
Frank swallowed. He remembered teaching her U.S. History two years ago—bright, bold, flirtatious even then. Now she was all grown up, her limbs lean and golden, her one-piece hugging curves he hadn’t noticed when she was in his classroom.
His cock gave a traitorous twitch behind the tight fabric of his shorts. Viki got up and walked to the backdoor of her home and then yelled out "Mr. Callahan, can you come here for a minute please?" Frank smiled and nodded yes. He walked over, his cock still hard, bouncing in his gym shorts. When he walked in, he saw Viki sitting in one of the kitchen chairs. Frank stepped in and closed the door behind him. "Mr. Callahan, I've got a question for you" Viki said. "Ok, go ahead," Frank said. "Do you wanna see my pussy?" Viki said as she pulled the fabric of the crotch of her bathing suit aside, exposing her pussy to Frank. He was shaved smooth aside from a thin "landing strip" above her clit. Frank's eye widened, he said nothing. Viki said nothing, just looked at Frank with lust. Frank couldn't take his eyes off of the 18 year old pussy in front of him. This girl who had been his student was nothing showing her cunt to him. Frank walked over to her, still not saying anything. Then immediately shoved two fingers in her open pussy, swiftly, all the way to the knuckle. He was in deep!
His two fingers were buried deep inside the dripping pussy of the eighteen-year-old girl he'd once given a C- in his history class. Viki gasped, her back arching off the chair as his fingers curled inside her, hooking toward that rough patch of skin just behind her clit. "Ohhhh my God!" she whimpered, her thighs trembling. "Just like that! Fuck me with those teacher fingers!"
Frank groaned at her words, his cock throbbing painfully against the constrictive fabric of his gym shorts. He watched as his fingers disappeared into her tight, virgin pussy, her juices already coating them in thick, sticky arousal. She immediately pulled the straps to the side and her big D sized breasts popped out. She gave her tits a hard squeeze. Still not saying anything, Frank began fingering her intensely fast!
His fingers slamming in and out of her tight little cunt with hard, sharp jerks of his wrist. Viki’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips bucking up to meet each brutal thrust. Pre-cum dampened the front of his gym shorts, the outline of his thick cock standing straight up now, betraying every ounce of control he had left.
Viki’s pussy clenched around his fingers, her walls fluttering as they struggled to take the relentless pace. "I-I can’t—I’m gonna—!" she keened, her voice breaking as her orgasm crashed into her. Frank immediately pulled his fingers out, and watched her juices gush out. He immediately put his face in her cunt. He licked and sucked at her clit and her pussy lips, sticking his nose in her vagina.
"Mmmm, so fuckin' tasty!" he growled. "Wait, wait—" Viki panted, but Frank wasn’t stopping, not even when her thighs trembled violently around his ears, not even when she pulled at his hair with desperate little cries. He lapped at her swollen pink flesh, savoring the sweetness of her arousal, the way her body clenched and released around nothing, just pure need.
Viki's hips were still twitching, her pussy lips clenching around his probing tongue as he worked her over.
Her nails dug into the back of his head, pressing his face harder against her trembling body. Frank groaned into her sweet flesh, the vibrations of his voice making her cry out again. "Oh God! Mr. Callahan, I'm gonna cum again!" she whimpered, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Frank's hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he fucked her with his tongue, sliding between her swollen lips before flicking up to stab at her clit with quick, sharp strokes.
The taste of her—sweet, musky, *real*—filled his mouth, drowning out every rational thought. All he could focus on was the way her body trembled, the way her pussy pulsed around nothing, desperate for more.
Viki’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching off the chair as another orgasm ripped through her. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she chanted, her voice rising higher with each word. Her hips jerked up, grinding against his face as she came, her juices flooding his mouth in hot, thick waves.
Frank groaned against her, swallowing every drop, his own cock throbbing painfully in his gym shorts.
"Whoa!" a male voice called from the opening from the kitchen to the living room. Frank opened his eyes and looked in that direction, Viki looked over her shoulder. There, standing in the doorway, in a pair of bathing trunks with a towel over his shoulder, was Viki's boyfriend, 18 year old Derek. He was thin but muscular, you could see every one of his abs and his obliques. His pecs were visible domes and his biceps looked like perfectly shaped loafs of bread.
The sight of Derek didn't stop Viki and Frank. Instead Viki squeezed her breasts again and moan, and Frank went back to eating Viki's pussy. Derek walked over and dropped his swim trunks to his ankles.
His cock was already hard, and it was huge. It was at least nine inches long and thick like a soda can. It was smooth, with no veins or ridges, just a thick shaft that looked like it would split a girl in half. Frank wondered if he'd ever see a cock so big inside of Viki. Frank couldn't take his eyes off the monster cock as Derek stepped towards them.
“Damn, Viki,” Derek said, his voice rough with admiration. “You’re really going all out, huh?”
Viki moaned, her back arching as Frank’s tongue lashed at her clit in relentless circles. "Spread your legs wider!' Demanded Frank. "I can't spread it any wider!" Viki said. Derek started smacking his dick on Viki's big tit as Frank ate her cunt like it was his last dinner.
Every slap of his thick cock against her breast made Viki moan louder, her pussy tightening around Frank’s fingers buried inside her. Frank groaned into her slick flesh, the vibrations making her shudder as he felt her walls clench around nothing but his touch.
Viki’s breath came in sharp, needy gasps. "Ohhh, fuck—both of you—!" she whimpered, her voice breaking as pleasure coiled tighter inside her. Her fingers tangled in Frank’s hair, holding him against her, while her other hand reached for Derek, wrapping around the base of his monstrous cock with a shaky grip. Viki began sucking Derek's massively thick cock. Frank stood up and decided it was time for him to get naked.
He started taking off his tank top, and once it was over his head he threw it on the floor. He then took off his shorts, and his big hard cock popped out.
Viki and Derek both turned their attention to his massive tool. Viki gasped when she saw the size of it, Derek let out a low whistle. "Damn Mr. Callahan," Derek said. "That's a monster cock you got there." Frank didn't say anything, he just walked closer to Viki and let his cock graze against her cheek. She moaned and turned her head, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth. Frank groaned as her hot, wet mouth engulfed him. Viki’s lips stretched around his thick girth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside as she took him deeper. Viki held Derek's cock in her right hand and Frank's cock in her left hand, she alternated sucking the two guys. Frank walked to reach out and touch Derek's perfectly smooth body, but he hesitated, as Derek might not be into guys. A lot of 18 year old guys think "gay stuff" is sick, so Frank held off. But seeing that gorgeous body made his cock extra hard.
Derek reached out and put his hand on Frank's shoulder as Viki tried to suck both their cocks at the same time. "This is hot, huh dude?" Derek said, smiling at Frank. Frank looked into Derek's eyes, then looked down at Viki sucking on Derek's cock. "Gimme some of that," Frank said, and knelt down in front of Derek. Viki took Derek's cock out of her mouth and fed it to Frank.
"Suck his dick, Mr. Callahan," she said with a grin. "Make him feel good." Frank didn't need to be told twice. He took Derek's monstrous cock into his mouth, his lips stretching wide to accommodate the thick girth. He explored every inch of Derek's cock with his tongue, swirling around the ridge of the head before plunging deep into his throat.
Derek groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Fuck, that's good, Mr. Callahan," he gasped, his fingers tangling in Frank's hair.
"So fucking good." Viki watched them both, her eyes dark with lust as she began to stroke herself, her fingers working in quick, desperate circles over her clit.
Frank pulled back slightly, letting Derek's cock slip from his mouth with a wet pop, before looking up at him with a sly grin. "You like that?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal. "You like my mouth on your cock?"
Derek nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. "Fuck yes," he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. Frank stood up and gave Derek's butt a quick smack. "Be a good boy and fuck her pussy, right here on the kitchen table. I wanna watch," Frank said to Derek.
He moved behind Viki and took her breasts in his hands, massaging them firmly as he watched Derek line up his massive cock with her dripping pussy.
Derek positioned himself at Viki's entrance and pushed forward. His thick cock stretched her open with a forceful thrust that made her cry out. Viki's pussy was so tight around Derek's massive cock that he could barely move, but he slowly began to piston his hips back and forth, letting his thick cock plunge in and out of her tight little cunt.
Frank watched, mesmerized, as Derek’s thick shaft glistened with Viki’s juices, her arousal dripping down her thighs with every thrust. Frank reached down and began slowly stroking himself while he watched the two adolescents fuck each other.
Derek groaned as he pulled back slightly before slamming into Viki again, his balls slapping against her ass with each punishing thrust. "Your pussy is so tight!" he growled, his voice rough with lust. Viki moaned loudly as she bounced her ass back at him, trying to meet his thrusts. Frank squeezed his cock harder as he watched the two of them fuck.
The sight of his students—his Viki, the girl he had once graded papers for—taking Derek’s massive cock so well made his mouth water. Frank couldn’t believe he was standing here, watching his former student get fucked on the kitchen table of her own home.
Viki’s tits bounced with every thrust, her skin glistening with sweat. Derek’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her with deep, powerful strokes. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the kitchen, mixing with their moans and grunts of pleasure.
Frank continued to stroke himself slowly, his grip tightening around his thick shaft as he watched Derek’s massive cock disappear inside Viki’s tight little pussy. The sight of his former student taking such a large cock without hesitation sent a jolt of arousal through him.
Frank’s free hand moved to Viki’s shoulder, gently pushing her forward so her tits pressed harder against the surface of the table. She let out a little gasp but didn’t resist, her body eagerly meeting each of Derek’s thrusts. Frank leaned down, his lips brushing the back of her neck as he whispered, “That’s it, baby.
Take every inch of him.” His free hand slid down her stomach, fingers finding her clit with practiced ease. He circled the sensitive nub in slow, deliberate strokes, matching the rhythm of Derek’s relentless thrusts.
Viki arched her back, her breath coming in sharp gasps as pleasure coiled tighter inside her. “Oh God, Mr. Callahan—fuck—!” she cried out, her voice breaking as another orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched tightly around Derek’s cock, her walls fluttering in pure ecstasy.
Derek groaned, his hips stuttering as he fought to maintain control. “You feel so good, Viki,” he panted, his voice rough with need. Frank looked past the two 18 year olds and could see someone peek their head around the corner. From the top of the head, he could see it was a male, with short grey hair.
The stranger was wearing a newspaper tucked under his arm as he stood in the kitchen doorway, his brow furrowing as he took in the scene before him.
“What the hell—?” the stranger began, his voice thick with confusion and disapproval as he stepped fully into the kitchen, his gaze flicking between Frank, Viki, and Derek.
Frank’s hand froze on his cock, his breath catching in his throat. The moment hung suspended—three strangers caught in a moment that defied all reason, all expectation. He felt Viki’s body tense beneath his touch, her pussy still clenching around Derek’s cock, her orgasm making her tremble.
Derek’s hips faltered, his thick length buried inside her, his breath ragged. The stranger in the doorway—tall, silver-haired, dressed in a faded tweed jacket and khakis—stood frozen, his face a mix of shock and something else. *Disgust?* *Curiosity?*
Frank’s grip tightened around his own cock, his pulse hammering in his throat. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. The man’s presence was a violation—yet it was also the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Viki’s head turned slightly, her glazed eyes locking onto the stranger. She didn’t pull away from Derek. Didn’t stop herself from grinding back against him. "Dad?!? I'm so sorry, but I don't want Derek to stop! I'm just too horny," Viki said. The stranger was Viki's father, Bob Walker. Derek stood still, he didn't know what to do. Frank stood still too, but he was so horny knowing that Mr. Walker was seeing his daughter get fucked. "Dad, I know it's weird, but please. I'm 18, I know what I'm doing. Derek is my boyfriend, he didn't force me to do anything. Just leave the room so he can finish fucking me, please!' Viki pleaded, as he grinded her hips in a circle, Derek's cock still in her, opening her up.
She was still cumming, her pussy squeezing Derek's cock. Bob Walker, Viki's father, stood still in the doorway, his eyes bulging out of his head. "I just came home early from golf," he said, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and shock. "I just wanted to grab my newspaper. I didn't know—" He stopped talking, unable to finish his sentence. He dropped the newspaper on the counter. His cock was visibly hard in his khaki pants.
Frank could see the outline of it, and Frank had to bite his lip. He never thought he’d get so turned on by a father watching his daughter get fucked—but here he was, his own cock dripping pre-cum just from the way Bob’s gaze lingered on the scene before him.
Bob’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of his daughter’s body—her perfect tits pressed against the kitchen table, her ass tilted up for Derek’s thick cock, her pussy swallowing every inch of him without hesitation. The way her hips rocked back against him, like she was *begging* for more, made Frank’s mouth water. Frank got up and walked over to the table, standing next to Derek as he fucked Viki, and Bob as he watched. With his left hand Frank grabbed Derek's butt cheek as he pounded Viki, with his right hand he grabbed Bob's cock through his khaki pants.
Bob gasped at the sudden touch, his hips jerking forward into Frank’s grip. He looked at Frank with wide, disbelieving eyes but didn’t pull away—just stood there, trembling, as Frank squeezed and stroked the thick outline of his cock through the fabric.
Viki’s voice was a desperate whimper as Frank squeezed tighter. "Dad, I need more! Please don’t make Derek stop!" she begged, her pussy clenching around Derek’s shaft as another wave of pleasure rippled through her. She ground back against him, her hips rolling in slow circles, her tight little cunt milking him for everything he had.
Derek gasped, his thighs shaking as he struggled to keep from exploding too soon. "Fuck, Viki—you feel *amazing*," he growled, his voice rough with lust. His hands gripped her hips harder, his fingers leaving red marks on her soft skin as he forced himself to hold back.
Frank watched as Derek’s thick cock slid in and out of Viki’s glistening pussy, her arousal dripping down her thighs with every deep thrust. His own cock was so hard it ached, the thick vein running the length of it throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Frank's left hand slid between Derek's butt cheeks and he started rubbing Derek's asshole as he fucked Viki. With his right hand, Frank unbuttoned and opened Bob's pants.
Bob's cock sprang out. It was long and thick, with a slight curve, and looked just as powerful as the cock of his daughter getting fucked on the table beside him. Frank wrapped his hand around Bob's shaft and began stroking him slowly, his fingers gliding over the thick vein running down its length. He could feel the heat radiating off Bob's cock, the way it pulsed in his grip.
"Fuck—" Bob hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily as Frank's hand worked him. He didn't push Frank away. Instead, his breath hitched, his eyes darting between his daughter getting fucked on the table and Frank's hand stroking his own cock. "Do you wanna fuck me, Derek, or your daughter?" Frank whispered to Bob. Bob. smirked, "How about I fuck your hairy muscle butt?" Bob said to Frank.
Frank’s cock gave a desperate twitch in his grip at the words. He’d never bottomed before—never even *considered* it—but the thought of being filled by a man as strong and capable as Bob Walker, while watching his daughter get fucked by her muscular boyfriend, sent a primal thrill coiling tight in his gut.
He turned around, arched his back and stuck his ass out at Bob.
It was hairy, thick and perfect but Bob gave it a kiss first, then spread Frank's ass cheeks. Frank moaned and stuck his ass out even further. Bob then put his thumb in Frank's asshole and started to work him open. Frank gasped and grabbed the kitchen table for support as Derek continued to fuck Viki. "Fuck, this is so hot!" Derek groaned as he watched Bob's thumb disappear into Frank's hole. Frank couldn't take it any longer, he needed more.
"Fuck me, Bob," he grunted. "Fuck me with that big cock." Bob didn't need to be told twice.