Chapter 1: Sunset Temptation
Emily sat at the breakfast table in the condo she shared with her boyfriend, Mike. She was still horny from the sex they had the night before, and opened her robe and began rubbing her pussy thinking about what types of sexual adventures was in front of them today. Mike came down the stairs, wearing only boxer shorts, and entered the kitchen.
He was already hard from seeing Emily’s half-naked body, her fingers working between her thighs.
“Fuck, Em,” he groaned, his cock twitching as he watched her spread her legs wider, her fingers glistening with her arousal. “You’re already so fucking wet.”
Emily smirked, her green eyes dark with lust as she looked up at him. “I was thinking about you,” she purred, sliding two fingers deep inside herself. “About how good you fucked me last night. How much I want you to do it again.”
Mike’s breath hitched. He stepped closer, his hand reaching down to stroke his thick cock through the fabric of his shorts.
"Come here, Mikey, let me squirt all of your face before we eat breakfast" Emily said, her fingers deep inside her cunt, wiggling them around so that she could squirt her juice.
Mike knelt between Emily's legs, presenting his face for the oceans of pussy juice that were to come shortly. Emily was an expert at making her pussy squirt at least a liter of juice every time, something not all women could do.
She knew how to manipulate her clit and g-spot to make her body explode. She was a master at it. Mike was a lucky man to have a woman like her. She was the best fuck he had ever had. She was the best fuck he had ever had. She was the best fuck he had ever had.
Emily’s fingers curled inside her, her thumb pressing hard against her swollen clit as she moaned, her back arching off the chair. The first spasm hit her hard, her pussy clenching around her fingers as a thick, warm gush of fluid spilled over her hand and onto the table.
Mike groaned, his cock throbbing as he watched her body convulse, her juices dripping down her thighs, pooling on the tile floor. Emily gasped, her fingers working faster, her hips bucking as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
"Fuck, Mike, I’m gonna squirt all over you," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Come here, baby, let me cover your face in this sweet cunt."
Mike didn’t hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to catch the next surge of her release, his mouth pressing against her swollen, dripping lips. The taste of her—salty, musky, intoxicating—made his cock ache.
He lapped at her like a starving man, his tongue swirling around her clit, sucking the sensitive nub between his lips as she writhed beneath him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper, forcing his face into her wetness.
"Fuck, yes, just like that," she gasped, her hips grinding against his mouth. "Suck my clit, baby, make me come all over your tongue."
Mike groaned against her, the vibration making her shudder. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, his tongue plunging inside her, fucking her with slow, deep strokes.
Emily then unleashed another wave of her pussy juices, covering Mike's face and wetting his hair, like someone had thrown a bucket of water in his face.
The water was warm and sticky, and Mike loved it. He loved the way Emily's pussy tasted, the way it felt against his tongue, the way it smelled. He loved the way she fucked his face, the way she used him for her pleasure. He loved the way she made him feel like a king.
Emily's orgasm was so intense that she was shaking. She was moaning and gasping for air, her fingers still buried deep inside her cunt. She was so wet that her juices were dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. She was a fucking mess, and Mike loved it.
Mike looked up at her and Emily winked at him. "Thanks" she said and blew him a kiss. Mike stood up and walked over to the stove, getting ready to scramble some eggs. Emily noticed Mike's hard cock in his boxers and asked "Does your Dad have a big cock like you?".
Emily smirked, her fingers still glistening with her own arousal as she leaned back in her chair, her bare breasts rising and falling with each breath. The golden California sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over her flushed skin.
Mike chuckled, shaking his head as he cracked eggs into a bowl. "Jesus, Em, you’re insatiable." He glanced down at his own cock, still straining against his boxers. "And no, my dad’s not exactly a topic I want to discuss while I’m hard as a fucking rock."
Emily laughed, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I'd love to have your Dad eat me out and fuck me, while you watch," Emily said to Mike. Mike paused and looked back at Emily. "Are you serious?" Mike asked her. Emily nodded, "I am. Don't you think your Dad is sexy?" she asked. Mike paused and said, "I mean, yea he's a handsome dude for someone in his 50s and he keeps in shape, but I never thought I would describe him as sexy."
"Call him up, invite him to brunch, let's see what happens," Emily said to Mike. Mike wasn't sure about this, but he knew that Emily loved it when he watched her get fucked by other men, but he wasn't sure about his own Dad.
He had never seen his Dad with another woman, and he wasn't sure how he would react to seeing his Dad fuck Emily. Mike thought about it for a few minutes and then decided to go for it. He picked up his phone and dialed his Dad's number.
"Hey, Dad, it's Mike. I was wondering if you wanted to come over for brunch," Mike said into the phone. His Dad was silent for a moment, and then he said, "Sure, I'd love to. What time?" Mike looked at Emily, who was smiling and nodding her head. "How about 11:00?" Mike asked.
His dad paused for a moment, then said, "Sure, I'd love to. His dad agreed and said he would be there. Mike hung up the phone and looked at Emily, who was still sitting naked at the table, her fingers still inside her pussy. "You're serious about this?" Emily nodded and said, "I am. I want to see what your Dad is made of."
A few hours later, around 11 am, the doorbell rang.
Mike opened the door to reveal his father, Richard, dressed in a crisp white polo and khaki shorts, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed, his tanned skin still glowing from a morning at the golf course. He was in his early fifties, but his body was still firm, his arms toned from years of lifting weights and staying active.
"Hey, Dad," Mike said, stepping aside to let him in. "Good to see you."
Richard walked in, his gaze immediately landing on Emily, who was now wearing a tiny white sundress that barely covered her ass, her long blond hair cascading over her shoulders.
She stood up slowly, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile as she met his eyes.
"Emily," Richard said, his voice a little rougher than usual. "You look... stunning."
Emily giggled, her fingers tracing the hem of her dress as she swayed toward him. "Thank you, Richard. I was just thinking the same about you."
Mike watched, his cock already hardening in his shorts as he saw the way his father’s eyes darkened with hunger. He knew that look—it was the same one he got when he was about to fuck Emily senseless.
Emily stepped closer, her fingers brushing against Richard’s chest. "You’re so strong," she murmured, her voice dripping with innocence.
"You know, Richard, before we eat, I have a question I've been dying to ask you," Emily said. Richard smiled and asked "Ok, whats the question, honey?". Emily smiled and blurted out "Do you have a big, nine inch cock like Mike? Did he inherit his big dick from you?" Mike braced himself for his Dad's reaction, as he had no idea what he would say or how he'd react.
Richard's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. He looked at his son, then back at Emily, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Jesus Christ, Emily," he said, his voice low and hoarse. "What the hell are you talking about?" Emily smiled and said, "I'm just curious, Richard. I've always wondered if you were as big as your son." Richard looked at Mike, who just shrugged, not sure what to say. Emily then said, "I want to see it. I want to see your cock, Richard."
Richard looked at Mike, a silent look as if to say "what the hell" without saying a word. Once again, Mike shurgged, he didn't know what else to do. Mike sat down in a chair, he was now curious how this would play out.
"How about I show you my pussy first, would that help you relax?" Emily said, as she pulled up her sundress to reveal her freshly shaved pussy to Richard.
Richard's eyes widened as he stared at Emily's pussy. He had never seen a woman so wet before, her pussy lips glistening with her juices. Emily was so wet that her juices were dripping down her thighs. She was a fucking mess, and Richard loved it. "Fuck, Emily, you're so fucking wet," Richard said, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice low and husky. Emily smiled and said, "First you gotta drop those pants and show me your cock." Richard hesitated for a moment, but then he unbuttoned his khaki shorts and let them drop to the floor. He was wearing black boxer briefs, and his cock was already straining against the fabric. Emily licked her lips as she saw the outline of his thick, hard cock. "Fuck, Richard, you're huge," she said, her voice breathy with excitement. "Let me see it." Richard hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, revealing his thick, veiny cock. It was at least eight inches long, and it was already dripping with pre-cum.
Mike watched as his father's cock bobbed in the air, thick and heavy, the veins bulging along the length of it. Emily's eyes widened as she stared at it, her mouth watering at the sight of it. "Fuck, Richard, you're so fucking big," she moaned, her fingers trailing down her stomach and between her legs. "I want to taste it, I want to feel it inside me."
Richard stepped closer to Emily, his cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked it slowly. "You want this, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and husky.
"You want this big cock inside that tight little pussy of yours, don't you, Emily?"
Emily moaned, her fingers already buried between her thighs, spreading her swollen lips apart. "Fuck yes, Richard," she whimpered. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight afterward."
Mike watched from his chair, his own cock straining against his shorts, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He had never seen his father like this—raw, unfiltered, his control slipping. The way Richard's hands trembled as he stroked his thick shaft, the way his jaw clenched with restraint—it was intoxicating. Mike proceeded to get completely naked, then sit back in the chair and watch what was about to unfold.
He was already hard as a rock, his cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked it slowly, his eyes locked on the scene before him.
Richard stepped forward, his massive cock bobbing between his legs, the thick head glistening with pre-cum. He reached out, his rough, calloused hand gripping Emily’s chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "You want this, don’t you?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you scream?"
Emily’s breath hitched, her fingers still buried deep inside herself, her body trembling with anticipation. She laid back on the kitchen table and spread her legs, her pussy naturally opening.
Richard stepped forward, his thick cock bobbing in the air, the veins bulging along the length of it.
Emily’s breath hitched, her fingers still buried deep inside herself, her body trembling with anticipation. "Fuck yes, Richard," she whimpered, her voice dripping with need.
Richard didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, his massive cock bobbing between his legs, the thick head glistening with pre-cum. She nodded eagerly, her lips parting as she moaned, "Yes, Richard. Fuck me."
Mike could see how his Dad's cock opened up Emily's soft pussy lips.
It was a beautiful sight. Emily's pussy was so tight, that it was almost like a virgin pussy. Richard's cock was so thick, that he had to push it in slowly, inch by inch. Emily moaned as she felt Richard's cock stretching her pussy open. She was so wet, that Richard's cock was covered in her juices. Mike watched as his Dad's cock slid in and out of Emily's pussy, the thick veins on his shaft glistening with her juices. Emily's pussy was so tight, that Richard's cock was barely moving. Mike could see the way Emily's pussy lips stretched around his Dad's thick cock.
He could see the way her pussy juices coated his Dad's shaft, making it glisten in the sunlight. He could see the way Emily's body trembled as Richard fucked her, her fingers digging into the kitchen table as she moaned and gasped for air. Mike could see the way Richard's ass muscles flexed as he pounded into Emily, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy with ease. Mike could see the way Emily's tits bounced as Richard fucked her, her nipples hard and erect. Mike could see the way Emily's mouth was open, her tongue sticking out as she moaned and gasped for air.
Richard looked over at Mike, their eyes locking. Richard couldn't believe he was fucking his son's girlfriend right in front of him, but he was overly horny and lost complete control.
He had never seen a woman so wet before, her pussy dripping with juices, her body trembling with need. He had never seen a woman so beautiful before, her long blond hair cascading over her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling with desire. He had never seen a woman so eager to please before, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy, her body writhing with pleasure. He had never seen a woman so willing to let him fuck her in front of his son before, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with her juices.
Mike became slapping his own balls and bouncing them in his hand as he watched his Dad plow Emily.
Without warning, Emily began screaming with pleasure, and unleashed her pussy juice. He shot out of her into the air and all over Richard's stomach and even reaching as far up as his cast iron pecs!
Emily was still cumming, her pussy convulsing around Richard's cock, her juices gushing out in thick, sticky rivers. Richard groaned, his cock still buried deep inside her, his balls tight and heavy with cum. He looked down at Emily, her body trembling with pleasure, her pussy dripping with her juices. He looked over at Mike, who was still stroking his cock, his eyes locked on the scene before him. Richard smiled, his eyes dark with lust. "You like watching me fuck your girlfriend, don't you?" Mike nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"Fuck yes, Dad, I love watching you fuck her," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "She's so fucking wet, her pussy is dripping with her juices. She's so tight, her pussy is gripping your cock like a vice. She's so beautiful, her body trembling with pleasure. She's so eager to please, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy, her body writhing with pleasure. She's so willing to let you fuck her in front of me, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with her juices."
Emily pushed Richard out of her pussy and she began cumming again, this time slapping her pussy and making her juice fly into the air like a lawn sprinkler.
Richard's cock was still hard, and he was stroking it, his eyes locked on Emily's pussy. "Fuck, Emily, you're so fucking wet," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to taste you, I want to feel you cum in my mouth." Emily smiled, her fingers still buried deep inside her pussy, her body trembling with pleasure. "Fuck yes, Richard, I want to cum all over your face," she moaned, her voice breathy with excitement. She unleashed what looked like a gallon of juice all over Richard's face. Some went up his nose and he began coughing, the rest covered his face, hair, and made a puddle on the floor. It looked as if Richard had been sweating, but it was all pussy juice. Mike's cock was covered with precum, watching all of this.
Emily sat up on the table and smiled. "That was so much fun guys! Now I've worked up an appetite. Let me go shower and then we can eat this delicious brunch that Mike prepared," Emily said as she got off of the table and ran upstairs to shower. Mike and Richard were left in the kitchen, both still hard, neither had cum yet.
Mike was stroking his cock, looking at his Dad, who was still stroking his cock, covered in Emily's pussy juice. "Dad, you're a fucking animal," Mike said, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've never seen you like this before." "I've never seen a woman like Emily before," he said, his voice low and husky. "She's fucking incredible. I want to fuck her again." Mike nodded, his cock throbbing in his hand.
He was still stroking it, his eyes locked on his Dad, who was still stroking his cock, covered in Emily's pussy juice. I want to fuck her again. I want to fuck her so hard she can't walk straight for a week."
Mike smiled, his cock throbbing in his hand.
He couldn’t believe what had just happened. His father, the man who had always been so reserved, so proper, had just fucked his girlfriend like a wild animal. And now, here they were, both still hard, both still dripping with Emily’s juices.
Richard wiped his face with the back of his hand, his cock still thick and veiny in his grip. "Fuck, Mike," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "That girl is something else."
Mike chuckled, his fingers tightening around his own shaft. "Yeah, she is. She is always horny, but yet, so am I."
Both men laughed and Richard asked "She ever watch you fuck over girls?"
Mike nodded "Yea, she sits back and watches me fuck other girls. Sometimes we have threesomes with other guys or other girls too."
"Does she always cum first and then leave?" Richard said with a laugh. "I can't believe she left us both hard and not cumming yet!".
Mike laughed and said, "Yea, she loves to tease us. She loves to make us cum, but she loves to make us wait too. She loves to make us beg for it." Richard smiled and said, "I like that. I like a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it." Richard nodded, his cock throbbing in his hand.
"I never knew you had such a big dick like I do, but I figured I had to get it from somewhere" Mike said, chuckling.
Richard looked down at his cock, still glistening with Emily's juices, and smiled. "I guess you did, son. I guess you did." Mike looked at his Dad and said, "I'm glad you're not mad at me for inviting you over for this. I wasn't sure how you'd react." Richard smiled and said, "I'm not mad at you, Mike. I'm glad you invited me over. I'm glad you let me see what a freak you and Emily are." "I'm glad you like it, Dad. I'm glad you like Emily."
Both men could hear Emily singing in the shower upstairs. "Maybe we should go join her. I need to cum so badly!" Richard said to Mike. "Not a chance, Dad. As open as she is, she's real private about taking her showers. I guess that's her time to be alone or something, but she locks the door, so we wouldn't be able to get in and join. And I know Emily, she's gonna want to eat brunch as soon as she gets done, so I guess we just have to stay hard and get ourselves off later," Mike said to his father.
Richard was still stroking his thick cock, his fingers coated in Emily's pussy juice, the scent of her arousal still thick in the air. Mike was stroking his own cock, his fingers slick with pre-cum, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Both men were still hard, their cocks throbbing with need, their bodies trembling with anticipation. The kitchen was still a mess, the table still wet with Emily's juices, the floor still sticky with her cum. The scent of her pussy was still thick in the air, the taste of her still on their tongues.
Mike and Richard stood in the kitchen, cocks in hand, the sticky remnants of Emily’s arousal glistening on their skin. The kitchen table was a mess—dripping with her juices, the smell of sex and sweat hanging heavy in the air.
Richard’s cock was still rock hard, thick and veined, the head swollen and glistening with pre-cum. He stroked himself slowly, his calloused fingers sliding up and down his shaft, his breathing ragged. “Fuck, Mike,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I’ve never seen anything like that before."
Richard leaned back against the counter, let his head drop backwards, as he closed his eyes and thought about what had just happened. Without thinking, Mike reached out and gave his Dad's nipple a pinch. Quickly, he realized this wasn't some guy that him and Emily had picked up for sex, it was his Dad! Mike snapped back to reality, but continued to stroke his own cock.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pinch your nipple. I was just so turned on watching you fuck Emily. I'm sorry if I crossed a line."
Richard opened his eyes and looked at Mike, his cock still hard in his hand. "It's ok, Mike. I'm not mad. I'm just as turned on as you are. I'm not sure what the fuck just happened, but I'm glad it did. Mike smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it, Dad."
Richard reached down and gave Mike balls sack a quick squeeze. "There, now we are even," Richard said.
Mike looked down at his Dad's hand, still gripping his balls. Richard smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it, son." Both men stood there, cocks in hand, still hard, still dripping with pre-cum, still covered in Emily's pussy juice.
Mike looked at his Dad and said, "I can't believe we're both still hard. I can't believe we're both still covered in Emily's pussy juice. I can't believe we're both still standing here, cocks in hand, like this."
Richard smiled and said, "I can't believe it either, Mike." Richard bounced Mike's balls in his hand, which made him moan. He reached out and grabbed Richard's nipple again, then proceeded to run his hand along Richard's chest.
Richard's nipple was hard, and Mike could feel the firmness of his Dad's chest muscles. Mike then ran his hand down Richard's stomach, feeling the ripples of his abs, then down to his cock. Richard's cock was so thick, that Mike could barely wrap his hand around it. Mike began stroking his Dad's cock, his fingers slick with pre-cum and Emily's pussy juice. Richard groaned, his cock twitching in Mike's hand, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Fuck, Mike, that feels so good," he moaned, his voice hoarse with desire.
"What are we doing?" Mike asked. Watching his Dad fuck Emily was one thing, this was something else. "Just shut the fuck up and kiss me," Richard said, breathlessly.
His lips crashed into Mike's, their tongues tangling in a hungry, desperate dance. Mike's hand tightened around his father's thick cock, stroking it in slow, deliberate motions, feeling the veins pulse beneath his fingers. Richard groaned into his mouth, his hips bucking forward, fucking Mike's fist with slow, deep thrusts. Mike's other hand slid down to cup Richard's heavy, cum-filled balls, rolling them gently in his palm, feeling them tighten with every stroke.
Richard's hands were everywhere at once—grabbing Mike's ass, squeezing his cock, pinching his nipples. Richard broke the kiss and said "Let me see your butt." Mike turned around and bent over, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands. Richard moaned, his cock twitching in his hand as he stared at Mike's tight, hairless asshole. "Fuck, Mike, you're so tight," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Now let me see your butt, Dad," Mike said to Richard.
Richard turned around and bent over, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands. Mike moaned at the sight of his Dad's hairy asshole. It was pink and tight, and Mike couldn't resist the urge to lick it. He leaned down and ran his tongue along the crack of his Dad's ass, feeling the rough hair against his lips. Richard groaned, his cock twitching in his hand as Mike's tongue slid over his asshole. Mike's tongue circled Richard's tight little hole, his fingers gripping his Dad's ass cheeks, spreading them wider. Richard wiggled his ass side to side on Mike's face.
"I can't believe you're eating my ass, son. I can't believe you're licking my asshole." Mike moaned against Richard's ass, his tongue sliding deeper into his Dad's tight little hole. He could taste the saltiness of his Dad's sweat, the musky scent of his arousal filling his nostrils. He could feel the tightness of his Dad's asshole, the way it clenched around his tongue as he fucked it with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Now let me eat your smooth butthole, son," Richard said, his voice thick with lust.
He spun Mike around, pushing him down onto the kitchen counter, his ass in the air, his tight little hole exposed. Richard’s tongue was hot and wet as it flicked over Mike’s asshole, teasing, circling, making him shiver. Mike groaned, his cock pulsing between his legs, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter.
"Fuck, Dad—oh fuck," Mike gasped as Richard’s tongue pressed harder, sliding inside him just a little, stretching him open. The sensation was electric, dirty, forbidden—his father’s tongue inside his ass, licking him like he was a fucking dessert. "Did you ever imagine that we'd ever be doing this?" Mike asked.
Richard pulled his tongue out of Mike's asshole and said, "No, I never imagined we'd be doing this, but I'm glad we are." Richard then began licking Mike's asshole again, his tongue sliding in and out of his son's tight little hole. Mike groaned, his cock throbbing between his legs, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter. Richard's tongue was hot and wet, and Mike could feel it sliding deeper and deeper into his asshole. He could feel the rough texture of his Dad's tongue, the way it curled and flicked against his sensitive flesh.
Mike stood up and turned around, he and Richard started hitting their cocks together, like a sword fight.
They were both so hard, their cocks were throbbing, their pre-cum dripping down their shafts. Richard was stroking Mike's cock, his fingers slick with pre-cum, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Mike was stroking Richard's cock, his fingers slick with pre-cum, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Both men were standing in the kitchen, cocks in hand, their bodies trembling with anticipation.
Mike and Richard were both so turned on, they couldn’t stop themselves. Their cocks were throbbing, veins bulging, pre-cum dripping from their swollen tips. They both leaned in for another kiss.
Their lips were still wet from Emily's pussy juice, and their tongues were still coated in the taste of her pussy. Mike's cock was throbbing in his hand, and Richard's cock was throbbing in his hand. Both men were so turned on, they couldn't stop themselves. Their cocks were throbbing, veins bulging, pre-cum dripping from their swollen tips. Their cocks were throbbing, veins bulging, pre-cum dripping from their swollen tips.
Richard grabbed Mike’s cock and stroked it hard, his rough, calloused hand sliding up and down the shaft. Mike reached behind his Dad and grabbed a handful of his hairy muscle butt.
He squeezed it hard, making Richard groan. Richard grabbed Mike's ass and squeezed it hard, making Mike groan. Richard's cock was throbbing in his hand, his pre-cum dripping down his shaft. Mike's cock was throbbing in his hand, his pre-cum dripping down his shaft.
Richard leaned in and kissed Mike on the lips, their tongues tangling together.
Mike could taste the saltiness of his Dad's sweat, the musky scent of his arousal filling his nostrils. Richard's tongue was hot and wet, and Mike could feel it sliding deeper and deeper into his mouth.
Richard pulled away and looked Mike in the eyes. "I want to fuck you, son," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Only if I get to fuck you too", Mike said.
Richard smiled, his cock throbbing in his hand. "Deal", he said, his voice low and husky. Mike turned around and bent over the kitchen counter, his ass in the air, his tight little hole exposed. Richard's cock was throbbing, his pre-cum dripping down his shaft. He stepped up behind Mike, his cock pressing against his son's tight little hole.
Richard spat into his hand and rubbed it onto his cock, making it slick and wet. "You ready for this? Have you been fucked me by a man?" Richard asked. Mike looked over his shoulder "Yea, lots of times" he replied.
He pressed the head of his cock against Mike's tight little hole, feeling the resistance as he pushed forward. Richard's cock was so thick, that Mike could barely take it. He had to push it in slowly, inch by inch, feeling the tightness of his son's asshole as it stretched around his cock.
Mike groaned, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter as he felt his Dad's thick cock sliding deeper and deeper inside him. The sensation was overwhelming—dirty, forbidden, and so fucking hot.
Richard’s fingers dug into Mike’s hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he bottomed out inside his son. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You feel so good, Mike. So fucking tight.”
Mike moaned, his cock throbbing between his legs, his ass clenching around his Dad’s thick shaft. “Fuck me, Dad,” he gasped, his voice trembling with need.
“Fuck me like you fucked Emily.”
Richard didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back slowly, his cock glistening with Mike’s slickness, then slammed forward with a grunt, his hips slapping against his son’s ass. The sound was wet, obscene, and Mike groaned, his fingers digging into the counter as his father fucked him hard.
“That’s it,” Richard growled, his voice rough with lust. “Take that cock, Mike. Take every fucking inch of it.”
Mike’s cock was rock hard, leaking pre-cum onto the counter, his balls tight with need.
The sensation of his father’s thick cock stretching him open was overwhelming—dirty, forbidden, and so fucking hot. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, his asshole clenching around the thick intrusion.
“Fuck, Dad,” Mike gasped, his voice trembling with lust. “You’re so deep inside me. Fuck me harder.”
Richard growled, his fingers digging into Mike’s hips as he pounded into him with deep, relentless strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen, the scent of sex thick in the air.
Richard’s cock was buried deep inside Mike’s tight ass, his hips pistoning forward with every thrust, his balls slapping against Mike’s own. Mike’s fingers dug into the counter, his knuckles white, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his father fucked him with deep, punishing strokes.
“Fuck, Dad—oh fuck—” Mike groaned, his voice shaking with pleasure. The sensation of being stretched open, of his father’s thick cock filling him completely, was overwhelming. He could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of his father’s shaft as it slid in and out of him, his asshole clenching around it like a vice.
The pleasure was intense, almost too much—his cock throbbing between his legs, pre-cum dripping onto the counter, his balls tight with need.
Richard’s breath was ragged, his hips slamming forward with every thrust, his fingers digging into Mike’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck, Mike,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. “You feel so good. So tight. So fucking perfect.”
Mike moaned, his cock twitching as his father’s cock pounded into him. He could feel every inch of it, the way it stretched him open, the way it filled him completely.
Richard pulled out of Mike's ass, his precum dripping from Mike's asshole. "ok, now fuck me a bit," Richard said.
Mike turned around and pushed Richard down onto the kitchen table, his ass in the air, his tight little hole exposed. Mike stepped up behind Richard, his cock pressing against his Dad's tight little hole. Mike spit into his hand and rubbed it onto his cock, making it slick and wet. He pressed the head of his cock against his Dad's tight little hole, feeling the resistance as he pushed forward. Mike's cock was so thick, that Richard could barely take it. He had to push it in slowly, inch by inch, feeling the tightness of his Dad's asshole as it stretched around his cock.
Richard groaned, his fingers gripping the edge of the table as he felt his son's thick cock sliding deeper and deeper inside him.
Mike’s cock was throbbing, veins bulging, pre-cum dripping from his swollen tip as he pressed forward, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate thrusts. The tightness of his father’s asshole was incredible, the way it clenched around him, the way it pulsed with every movement. He could feel every ridge, every muscle, every inch of his father’s tight hole as he fucked into him.
Richard’s body was rigid, his back arched, his fingers digging into the table as he took his son’s thick cock with a groan.
"Fuck, Mike," Richard gasped, his voice rough with pleasure. "You’re so fucking deep inside me. Don’t stop—just like that."
Mike’s hips rolled forward, his cock sliding in and out of his father’s tight ass with slow, deliberate thrusts. The sensation was incredible—the way his father’s body clenched around him, the way his muscles pulsed with every movement. He could feel the heat of his father’s body, the way it gripped him like a vice, the way it made his cock throb with need.
The two men were so lost in lust that they didn't notice Emily standing in the doorway, smiling, as she watched them. "Am I interrupting?" she asked with a laugh. Both men looked at her but Mike didn't stop fucking.
Emily was fully dressed, and laughed. "I'm hungry guys! Are you gonna stop fucking so we can eat?" she asked impatiently.
"I'm starving, and this brunch is getting cold!"
Mike groaned, his cock still buried deep inside his father's tight ass, his hips still rolling forward with slow, deliberate thrusts. "Fuck, Emily, we're in the middle of something here," he said, his voice rough with lust.
Emily smirked, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "I can see that," she said, her gaze locked on the scene before her. "But I'm hungry, and I want to eat. Maybe I should just meet up with some of my friends for lunch and leave you two here to finish," Emily said. Mike and Richard, too lost in lust, didn't say anything. "Maybe I should just call your brother and tell him to stop by while I'm gone for this apparent family orgy that has suddenly started," Emily said, slightly annoyed with hunger.
Mike and Richard looked at each other, then back at Emily. Mike's cock was still buried deep inside his father's tight ass, his hips still rolling forward with slow, deliberate thrusts. "I'm not gonna stop fucking my Dad just because you're hungry," Mike said to Emily. "But I'm hungry, and I want to eat. I'm outta here!" Emily grabbed her cell phone, purse, and keys, and left the condo.
Mike and Richard continued to fuck, but Emily's words about her leaving and meeting up with her friends, and possibly inviting Mike's brother over, had them both thinking. Mike pulled his cock out of Richard's ass and said, "Dad, we gotta stop. Emily's gonna call my brother and tell him to come over. I don't want my brother to see us like this."
Richard stood up and said, "You're right, Mike. Let's clean up and eat brunch." Both men cleaned up and sat down at the table. Now fully dressed, Mike looked at his Dad and said, "I can't believe we just did that. But it was so hot!" Richard said, his voice still thick with lust. "I've never felt anything like that before. You're so tight, Mike. So fucking perfect."
Mike chuckled, his cock still half-hard in his boxers as he sat across from his father at the kitchen table. The brunch Emily had left for them—scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit—was getting cold, but neither of them seemed to care. The air still smelled like sex, like sweat and cum and the musky scent of Emily’s arousal.
Richard reached for his coffee, his fingers trembling slightly. "Fuck, I can’t believe we just did that," he muttered, shaking his head.
"I mean, I’ve always been open-minded, but this—this is next-level."
Richard chuckled, his voice low and rough, still thick with the afterglow of what they’d just done. "Next level? Kid, we just crossed the fucking stratosphere." He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup, his gaze locked on Mike’s. There was something different in his eyes now—a hunger, a hunger that hadn’t been there before. A hunger that made Mike’s stomach tighten with anticipation.
Mike exhaled sharply, his fingers drumming against the table. "Maybe we should call your brother" Richard said, as he sipped his coffee. "He's 18 and I'm sure extremely horny, probably has a big cock like you and I." Although it was a perverted thought, the thought made Mike strip off his clothes again immediately. "Keep talking, Dad, who else should we invite over?" Mike said.
He was already stroking his cock, his fingers slick with pre-cum, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I can't believe you're suggesting this, Dad. I can't believe you want to fuck my brother." Richard smiled and said, "I can't believe it either, but I do. I want to see how big his cock is. I want to see how tight his ass is. I want to see how much he can take. I want to see how much he can cum." "I can't believe you're suggesting this, Dad. But a family orgy would be hot! Who else should we invite?" Mike repeated, his cock already stiffening in his hand as the idea took root in his mind. The thought of his brother—young, eager, and untouched by the kind of depravity they’d just indulged in—sent a jolt of excitement through him.
Richard smirked, his fingers tightening around his coffee cup. "Your brother’s what, eighteen? Nineteen? Bet he’s got a cock just like yours—thick, hard, ready to fuck." He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a growl. "And I want to see it. I want to feel it. I want to show him what a real man can do."
Mike’s breath hitched. "Think Uncle Carl would be down for this too?" Mike said, his cock already stiffening in his hand as the idea took root in his mind. "Fuck, yeah," Richard growled, his voice rough with lust. "Your uncle’s got a cock like a fucking horse. Bet he’d love to see us like this—two generations of men, hard as fuck, ready to tear each other apart." He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against Mike’s wrist, his touch sending a shiver down his spine. "Let’s call them. We can tell Uncle Carl to call his three son's too!" "Damn, that means there would be 7 of us!" Mike said, his cock now fully hard and throbbing. "That's a lot of cocks and assholes to fuck!" Richard said with a laugh. "I'm gonna call my brother and Uncle Carl and tell them to bring their sons over here. I'm gonna tell them that Emily is here and she's naked and wants to fuck them all. I'm gonna tell them that she's been begging for a big cock to fuck her, and that she's been begging for a big cock to fuck her ass. I'm gonna tell them that she's been begging for a big cock to fuck her mouth. Then when they arrive, they will see it's only us!
We can fuck them all, and then we can fuck them all again!" Mike said, his cock throbbing in his hand. "I can't believe we're doing this, Dad. I can't believe we're inviting my brother and Uncle Carl and his sons over here to fuck us." Richard smiled and said, "I can't believe it either, but I'm glad we are. I'm glad we're going to fuck them all."
A few hours later, Mike and Richard had made the phone calls and were in Mike's condo, fully dressed, waiting for Richard's son/Mike's brother Danny to show up, Richard's brother/Mike's Uncle Carl, and Carl's three sons.
They had cleaned up the kitchen, and were sitting on the couch, waiting for the doorbell to ring. Mike was stroking his cock, his fingers slick with pre-cum, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Richard was stroking his cock, his fingers slick with pre-cum, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Both men were fully dressed, but their cocks were hard and throbbing, their pre-cum dripping down their shafts.
The doorbell rang, and Mike and Richard looked at each other, their cocks twitching with anticipation. "That must be Danny," Mike said, his voice thick with lust. "Let him in, and let's see how big his cock is," Richard said, his voice low and husky.
Mike opened the door, and Danny stood there, his eyes wide with surprise. "What the fuck are you guys doing?" he asked, his voice trembling with excitement. "We're having a family orgy," Mike said, his voice low and husky.
"We invited you, Uncle Carl, and his sons over here to fuck us." Danny's eyes widened, his cock twitching in his pants. "Fuck, really?" he said, his voice trembling with excitement. "I can't believe this is happening." Richard stepped forward, his cock throbbing in his pants. "Come in, Danny. Let's see how big your cock is." Danny stepped inside, his eyes locked on Mike and Richard's cocks. "Fuck, you guys are already hard," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I can't believe this is happening." Richard reached out and grabbed Danny's cock, feeling the thick bulge in his pants.
"Fuck, you're already hard," Richard growled, his voice rough with lust. "Let's see that cock, Danny. Let's see how big it is." Danny's breath hitched as Richard unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, thick and veiny, already dripping with pre-cum. "Holy fuck," Mike breathed, his own cock throbbing in his hand. "You're as big as me." Richard's fingers wrapped around Danny's shaft, stroking it slowly, his thumb spreading the glistening pre-cum over the swollen head. "Even bigger," Richard corrected, his voice a low growl. "Turn around and show off that 18 year old butt to us!" Richard said, his voice thick with lust. Danny turned around, his ass cheeks tight and firm, his cock still hard and throbbing. Richard reached out and grabbed a handful of Danny's ass, squeezing it hard, making Danny groan. "Fuck, Danny, you've got a nice ass," Richard said, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to fuck it." Danny moaned, his cock twitching at the thought of his father's thick cock sliding into his tight asshole. "I can't wait to fuck you too, Danny," Mike said, his voice thick with lust.
The doorbell rang again.
Richard and Mike exchanged hungry glances, their cocks twitching in anticipation. "That must be Uncle Carl and his sons," Mike murmured, licking his lips. "Let's see how many big cocks we've got to play with tonight."
Richard adjusted his own throbbing erection in his pants, the fabric straining against the thick, veined shaft. "Fuck, I can't wait to see what those boys look like," he growled, his voice rough with lust.
"I bet they're all fucking huge. Just like you."
Mike smirked, his fingers tightening around his own cock, stroking it slowly as he watched his brother. "You're right, Dad. And I can't wait to see how tight their assholes are."
Richard's breath hitched at the thought, his cock throbbing in his hand. "Fuck, Mike. You're making me so hard."
The doorbell rang again, and Mike's cock twitched with anticipation. "That must be Uncle Carl and his sons," he said, his voice low and husky.
Mike opened the door, and there stood Uncle Carl, a ruggedly handsome man in his late forties, his salt-and-pepper stubble framing a smirk that said he already knew exactly what was about to happen. Behind him stood his three sons—Jake, the eldest at twenty, with broad shoulders and a cocky grin; Ryan, nineteen, with a lean, athletic build and sharp blue eyes; and the youngest, Tyler, just eighteen, his face flushed with nervous excitement.
Uncle Carl's gaze immediately dropped to the bulges in Mike and Richard's pants, and he let out a low chuckle. Behind them he saw Danny, already fully naked. "I thought we were coming over to gangbang Emily?" Carl said with a smirk.
"Where is Emily? I was promised a tight little pussy to fuck." Richard and Mike exchanged glances, their cocks already throbbing at the sight of the three young men standing in the doorway, their bodies tense with anticipation. "Emily isn’t here," Mike admitted, his voice rough with lust. "But we’ve got something even better—a whole fucking family orgy." Carl’s smirk widened, and he stepped inside, his hand already reaching for his belt. "Fuck yeah," he growled, unbuckling his pants with practiced ease. "I’ve been waiting for this." His sons followed, their eyes locked on the two men standing in the living room, their cocks already straining against their clothes.
Carl looked at Richard and said "Looks like you've uncovered the family secret, the men are inherently bisexual and play around with their sons!" Richard laughed and said "I don't know if it's a secret, but I do know that I want to fuck you and your sons!" Carl laughed and said "I want to fuck you and your sons too!" Richard looked at Carl's sons and said "I want to fuck all of you!"
Mike looked at his uncle and said "I want to fuck you and your sons too!" Carl laughed and said "I want to fuck you and your sons too!" Richard looked at Carl's sons and said "I want to fuck all of you!"
Carl looked at Richard and said "I want to fuck you and your sons too!" Richard laughed and said "I want to fuck you and your sons too!" Richard looked at Carl's sons and "How long has your Dad been fucking you?" "For the past 5 years" Jake said. Carl stepped in and said "I started the all around the same age. After they were 18 I started letting them fuck me too!" Carl said, his cock already hard and throbbing in his hand. "I love fucking my sons. I love the way they moan when I fuck them. I love the way they beg for my cock. I love the way they cum when I fuck them."
Richard and Mike exchanged glances, their cocks throbbing in their hands, their pre-cum dripping down their shafts. "Fuck, that's hot," Mike said, his voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to fuck your sons, Uncle Carl. I can't wait to feel their tight little assholes gripping my cock."
Carl smirked, his fingers tightening around his own cock, stroking it slowly as he watched his nephews.