Brandon is back from college, and he’s been experimenting with pumping and jelqing. Now he’s home again to visit his single dad, and gets the idea to see if he’s bigger than his old man.

Chapter 4: Double Penetration

The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the room as Michael’s hands clamped down on Sarah’s hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You like that, don’t you, Sarah?” he growled, his voice rough and hungry. He slammed into her again, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls, her body jolting forward with the force. Sarah’s breath hitched, her back arching as she clawed at the sheets, her nails leaving crescent moons in the fabric. “Oh, fuck, Michael!” she cried, her voice breaking as he drove deeper, harder, her thighs trembling beneath her.

Sarah’s scream ripped through the air, raw and unfiltered, a mix of ecstasy and desperation. “You’re going to kill me!” she gasped, but her words were a lie, a plea for more, for him to ruin her completely. Michael’s lips curled into a smirk, his hips pistoning into her with relentless rhythm, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her voice cracking as she teetered on the edge. “Don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop!” she begged, her hands fisting the sheets as her body convulsed beneath him.

Brandon stood in the corner, his cock hard and aching in his hand, his eyes locked on the primal scene unfolding before him. His dad’s muscular back glistened with sweat, his movements powerful and dominating, while Sarah’s curves writhed and quivered under the assault. A surge of jealousy coiled in Brandon’s gut, hot and possessive, his fingers tightening around his shaft as he stroked himself faster. He wanted to be the one making her scream, the one driving her wild. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his pulse racing as he stepped closer, his cock throbbing with need.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Michael murmured, his voice low and teasing as he reached down to circle Sarah’s clit with his thumb. She gasped, her body jerking as he pressed harder, her moans turning into a high-pitched whine. “I’m just getting started,” he added, his tone dripping with dark promise. Sarah’s head dropped to the mattress, her hair splayed out like a golden halo, her breaths coming in shallow pants. “Oh, God, Michael,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “I’m—I’m going to cum!”

Michael didn’t slow, didn’t falter, his focus laser-sharp on destroying her completely. He pounded into her with brutal precision, his cock slamming into her wet heat over and over, her body shuddering with each thrust. Sarah’s screams crescendoed, her nails tearing through the sheets as her orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she chanted, her voice hoarse, her thighs clamping around him as she rode out the storm. Michael groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt her tighten around him, her body milking him for everything he had.

Brandon couldn’t hold back any longer. He stepped forward, his cock twitching in his hand, his eyes locked on Sarah’s ass, glistening with sweat and slick. “Let me in,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, thick with need. Michael paused, his chest heaving as he turned to look at his son, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange of understanding. “Alright, son,” Michael said, his voice rough but steady. “But you gotta be gentle. She’s already been through a lot.”

Brandon nodded, his heart pounding as he reached out to spread Sarah’s cheeks, revealing her slick, swollen hole. She moaned softly, her body still trembling from her orgasm, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. “Oh, Brandon,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I’ve been waiting for this.” He didn’t hesitate, didn’t wait for permission, just lined himself up and thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside her. Sarah’s scream tore through the room, her body arching off the bed, her fingers clawing at his arms as she took him in.

Michael watched, his cock still hard and throbbing, his eyes dark with hunger. He reached out, his hand gripping Sarah’s hip possessively, his voice a low growl.

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Brandon ignored Michael’s warning, his own lust overriding any sense of caution. He drove into Sarah again and again, each thrust harder than the last, his hips slamming against her ass with a brutal rhythm that made the bed creak under their weight. Her body jolted with every impact, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingled with his own. “Fuck, Brandon, you’re killing me!” she cried, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure that only spurred him on. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, his cock buried deep inside her, her tightness driving him to the edge.

Sarah’s screams intensified, her body bucking beneath him, her nails digging deeper into his skin as she clawed at his thighs. She was a mess of sensation, her mind fogged with the overwhelming pleasure-pain of being filled so completely. “Oh god, don’t stop!” she begged, her voice breaking as she arched her back, her ass pressing harder against him. Brandon growled in response, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate. He could feel her clenching around him, her body trembling as she teetered on the brink of another orgasm.

Michael watched from the edge of the bed, his cock hard and throbbing in his hand, a strange mix of pride and jealousy swirling within him. He wanted to be the one driving her that wild, but he also couldn’t deny the raw power of his son’s cock, the way it filled her up and made her scream. His eyes darkened as he stroked himself, his breath hitching as he imagined the feel of her tight heat around him. “Fuck, Sarah,” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough with desire. He stepped closer, his hand tightening around his shaft, his gaze fixed on the way Brandon’s cock disappeared inside her.

Brandon felt himself getting closer, the pressure building inside him, his vision tunneling as he focused on the sensation of Sarah’s body around him. His thrusts became erratic, his hips slamming into her with a force that made her cry out in a mix of ecstasy and pain. “I’m gonna cum!” he roared, his voice hoarse, his body trembling on the edge. Sarah screamed again, her body convulsing beneath him, her orgasm triggering his own. He exploded, his cum shooting deep inside her, his body shuddering with release as he collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Sarah lay beneath him, her body limp and trembling, her skin glistening with sweat. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, the sensation both overwhelming and strangely satisfying. “Oh god,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she tried to catch her breath.

Michael’s hand slid down Brandon’s back, fingers splaying across his sweaty skin, and then lower, until his palm cupped Brandon’s balls, lifting and squeezing gently. “Good job, son,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against Brandon’s ear. “You really gave it to her.” His fingers lingered, tracing the sensitive skin there, sending a shiver through Brandon’s spent body. The weight of his dad’s approval settled over him, warm and possessive, as Michael’s hand stayed firm, a silent claim.

Brandon, still panting, lifted his head and grinned at his dad, a wild, satisfied grin that mirrored Michael’s own. “She loved it,” he said, his voice thick with post-orgasmic haze. He shifted slightly, his still-hard cock nudging against Sarah’s ass, still slick and trembling from their earlier frenzy. Sarah groaned softly beneath him, her body twitching as she felt the heat of him pressed against her, her muscles clenching involuntarily around nothing.

Sarah groaned softly beneath him, her eyes fluttering open, a dazed smile spreading across her face. “You both did,” she whispered, her voice husky. “God, you both fucked me so good.” She reached up, her fingers tangling in Brandon’s hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Her lips were soft but demanding, her tongue sliding against his as she arched into him, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Brandon obliged, his lips crashing against hers, the taste of sweat and sex lingering on their tongues.

He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding down to cup her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple. She gasped into his mouth, her back arching as his thumb circled the sensitive peak, her body responding eagerly even after everything. Michael watched, his cock throbbing with renewed desire. He reached down and grabbed Brandon’s shaft, his fingers closing around it in a firm grip. “Don’t forget about me, pretty boy,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I want some of that too.”

Brandon pulled away from Sarah, his eyes widening as he looked at his dad, his cock pulsing in Michael’s hand. “You want me to stroke you?” he asked, his voice incredulous, his pulse quickening at the thought. Michael smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. “That’s right,” he said. “I want you to stroke me while I watch you fuck Sarah. Think you can handle that, son?” His grip tightened, his thumb brushing over the head of Brandon’s cock, sending a jolt of electricity through him.

Brandon swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. This was getting even more intense, more taboo, than he could have ever imagined. But he couldn’t resist the challenge, the thrill of pushing the boundaries even further. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yeah,” he said. “I can handle it.” He turned back to Sarah, his eyes locking with hers, a silent question passing between them. Sarah smiled, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and encouragement. “Go for it, baby,” she said, her voice husky. “Show your dad what you’ve got.”

She arched her back, lifting her hips slightly, giving Brandon better access. Brandon grinned, his cock throbbing as he positioned himself over Sarah again, his eyes locking with Michael’s as he began to thrust. Michael’s hand tightened around his shaft, his fingers stroking him with a practiced rhythm that sent shivers down his spine. He fucked Sarah harder, faster, his eyes fixed on Michael’s face, his body moving in sync with his dad’s hand.

Michael’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched Brandon pound into Sarah, his own cock straining in his hand. Sarah moaned, her body trembling with pleasure, her nails digging into Brandon’s back. “Oh, fuck, Brandon,” she cried, her voice breaking. “You’re driving me crazy!” Her hips bucked against him, her body writhing as she clung to him, her cries growing louder with every thrust. Michael’s hand moved faster, his fingers teasing the head of Brandon’s cock, his thumb circling the sensitive skin.

Brandon groaned, his body tensing as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. He thrust one last time, his cum exploding inside Sarah as Michael’s hand tightened around his shaft, sending him over the edge. He collapsed on top of her, his body shuddering with release, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as Michael continued to stroke his cock, milking him for every last drop. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy with unspoken desires, the tension hanging thick like a humid summer night.

Michael stepped back, his hand still gripping the tape measure, his eyes narrowing as he looked Brandon up and down. "Alright, pretty boy," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Let’s see what you’re working with." He flicked the measuring tape open, the metal glinting in the fading sunlight that spilled through the window. Brandon’s heart pounded, his cock twitching as his father’s gaze lingered on it, assessing, judging.

Brandon swallowed hard, his throat dry, his palms slick with sweat. He straightened his back, trying to seem confident, but his voice wavered. "You don’t have to do that," he muttered, his words barely more than a whisper. His cock throbbed, aching for attention, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of vulnerability, of being laid bare in front of his own father.

Michael ignored him, kneeling down with a grunt, his calloused fingers brushing against Brandon’s shaft as he measured it. "Seven inches," he announced, his tone matter-of-fact. "Not bad, but let’s see about the girth." He wrapped the tape around the thickest part of Brandon’s cock, his fingers lingering for a moment, sending a jolt of electricity through Brandon’s body.

Brandon’s face burned, his cock pulsing under Michael’s scrutiny. "Five and a half inches," Michael said, his eyes meeting Brandon’s, a hint of challenge in his gaze. "Decent. Now it’s my turn." He stood up, tossing the tape measure onto the cluttered desk, his own cock standing proud, the head glistening with precum.

Michael flexed his cock, the veins standing out like ridges as it bobbed slightly. "Prepare to be humbled, son," he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He picked up the tape measure again, wrapping it around his shaft, his eyes never leaving Brandon’s. "Eight inches," he announced, his voice thick with satisfaction. "And six inches around. Looks like the old man still has a few tricks up his sleeve."

Brandon’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing as he stared at his father’s massive erection. He couldn’t help but compare it to his own, feeling a mix of awe and jealousy. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his voice shaky. Michael stepped closer, his cock brushing against Brandon’s thigh, the heat of it making Brandon’s knees weak.

Michael leaned in, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear. "But size isn’t everything," he whispered, his voice rough. "It’s how you use it that matters." His hand moved to Brandon’s cock, his fingers wrapping around the shaft, his thumb teasing the sensitive head. Brandon gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily, his body betraying him.

Michael’s grip tightened, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing against the slit. "You’ve got potential, kid," he said, his voice low and commanding. "But you need to learn how to take control, how to make a man beg." Brandon moaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cock pulsing in his father’s hand, the pleasure overwhelming him.

Michael released Brandon’s cock, stepping back to admire his son’s flushed face, his glazed eyes. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl. "Show me what you’ve learned." Brandon’s eyes snapped open, his gaze locking with Michael’s, a spark of defiance igniting within him. He reached out, his hand wrapping around Michael’s thick shaft, his fingers tracing the veins, his thumb brushing against the head.

Michael groaned, his body tensing, his cock throbbing in Brandon’s grip. "That’s it," he muttered, his voice rough. "Show me what you’re made of." Brandon’s hand moved faster, his fingers tightening, his thumb pressing against the sensitive spot just below the head. Michael’s breath hitched, his hips thrusting forward, his cock pulsing in Brandon’s hand.

Brandon’s other hand reached down, his fingers brushing against Michael’s balls, squeezing gently. "Fuck," Michael muttered, his voice strained. "You’re a quick learner." Brandon’s hand moved faster, his thumb pressing against the slit, his fingers tightening around the shaft. Michael groaned, his body tensing, his cock pulsing in Brandon’s hand.

Michael’s hand moved to Brandon’s cock, his fingers wrapping around the shaft, his thumb teasing the head. "Now," he said, his voice low and demanding. "Show me what you’ve got." Brandon’s hips bucked, his cock throbbing in Michael’s grip, the pleasure overwhelming him. He reached out, his hand wrapping around Michael’s shaft, his fingers tracing the veins, his thumb brushing against the head.