A good girl had to try and say no, right?
She wasn't a good girl, but she was about to try and play the part as the older man dropped her on that bed.
"Bill, what would you son say?" Taunting, teasing, rubbin' those thighs together as if she could hide her arousal.
"You gonna act like I can't hear the little pitter patter 'tween the walls? I don't know where the boy got it from, but it wasn't me. Someone's gotta keep you from dyin' due to lack of dick." Snorting in derision, the older man dropped a hand down to those boxers, shovin' him down and stepping out. She gasped, seeing the way that that fat cock bounced up before sagging back down again from the sheer size. Sure, Bill had a pot belly, but that cock of his was nothing short of a freight train.
Veins bulged along the skin, snaking their way up that monolith of flesh and muscle, like a tall boy with a plum at the end, those goose egg shaped balls hanging there from their own weight. The older man pushed a knee to the bed, reaching for her, grabbing her by the coppery toned mane upon her head and tugged her down. "You know what to do with a real cock?"
"Yes Daddy, I absolutely do. God, I do. Please, just shove it in my mouth. He's too scared t--GURK!" The sudden sound of penetration filled that room as that heavy cock was pushed into her waiting mouth, filling it, pushing her jaws apart as the hand on her head didn't stop until his heavy balls sat astride her chin, until her nose was buried into that forest of wirey black pubes. Jessica didn't know when the last time she had a cock this big, or when she was put to the test like this-- maybe she never had, but the dick drunk woman didn't give a *fuck* about Alex in that moment.
The same Alex that had his ear pressed against the wall, unable to tear away, listening in on the GLAWKGLAWKGLAWK of his father using his girlfriend's mouth and throat like a cocksleeve, the lewd sounds of her trying to moan around what was being given to her. Alex's own cock, considerably smaller than his father's stirred back to life despite being spent moments ago. "What the fuck is wrong with me..?" He whispered to himself.
Meanwhile, Jessica was getting pulled off of that fuckstick, a wet, sucking, POP! That ended in an explosion of saliva, ropey strands coming from her beestung lips, as she desperately tried to go back to it only to find herself facing the bed as strong hands pushed her to it. Those same strong hands took her by the hips and pushed into her with the violence she didn't know she wanted. None of this was normal, none of this was her, and despite all of that it felt so natural that she craved it. "Fuck! Daddy. Oh god, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Screaming until she was hoarse, until her throat ached, her back arching to take that massive cock that stretched her out in ways she didn't know were possible, where his son had undelivered, Bill found tracts of unused pussy with that cunt wrecking cock of his. He bottomed out, inches of it still untouched by stretched out lips desperate to take out more, to mil more, feeling her guts practically being rearranged by a man more beast on the inside than any zoo exhibit she had ever beheld.
Drool still hung from her lips, her head deep in the pillows surrounding as the hard PLAPLAPLAP~ of hips meeting of a cock too big for its own good being shoved into her. She could feel it in her ribs, even though it wasn't. If she could manage to pull her head from that pillow and open them, those eyes would be crossed, her senses overwhelmed as the headboard SLAMMED against the wall with each hard pass of that cock as he took her again, and again like the animal he was."THIS IS YOUR PUSSY, DADDY! THIS IS YOURS AND ONLY YOURS, FUCK ME!" Finally, her head was pulled up, but it wasn't on her own accord, Bill had snatched her up by that coppery mane, and those words bounded from her abused lips like a cacophony of bliss and euphoria being screamed to the heavens in a religious moment, like she'd found god at the end of his cock.
Alex wasn't sure if he wanted to cry or cum, stuck between a rock and a hard place as he slunk against the wall, his tiny cock held loosely in his hand, eyes watering, ready to cry..
Jessica, on the other hand, had made a mess of his father's bed. Her nectar, her cum, had splattered his thighs, and had dripped from her like a busted faucet that couldn't be turned back off. Her body practically shook from jubilation as nonsense babbled from her beestung lips, head only held aloft by the fingers in her hair, face going slack and eyes rolling back up in her head before a groan like a timber giving out in a mine shuddered from the old timer, and those balls tightened up before his cock erupted into her, pumping ropey strand after ropey strand deep inside of her, filling her pussy, filling her very womb with his seed.
"Daddy I.. Oh god. I can't move."
"Lay there then." Grumbling as he finally hit that bed next to her, a muscled arm wrapping around her, laying a palm across her stomach. He didn't bother pulling out just like he hadn't bothered wearing a condom.
Alex crawled back into his bed, confused, rattled, unable to shake what he felt, even as he fell asleep in a different room than his girlfriend.
Breakfast was awful quiet the next morning.
