She was twenty-one and home for the summer, and the house already felt too small with both of them in it.
Her father had been watching her since the moment she walked through the door with her suitcase—the way her shorts rode up when she bent over, the way her tank top clung to her tits when she stretched. Her stepfather had been quieter about it, but his eyes lingered just as long. Neither of them had touched her yet. Not until tonight.
It started in the living room after her mother had gone to bed early with a headache. The three of them sat in the dim light of a single lamp. Her father was the first to speak.
“Come here.”
She stood and walked over. He pulled her down onto his lap so she straddled him, her knees on either side of his thighs. His hands slid under her shirt and cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until they hardened. She could feel him getting hard underneath her.
Her stepfather watched from the armchair, already rubbing the thick outline in his sweatpants.
Her father kissed her like he had every right to—deep, claiming, tongue pushing into her mouth while he squeezed her tits. When he broke the kiss he looked over at the other man.
“You want a turn with her mouth first?”
Her stepfather stood and walked over. He pulled his cock out—thicker than her father’s, already leaking at the tip. She leaned down and took him between her lips while her father kept kneading her breasts and grinding up against her cunt through her shorts.
She sucked slowly at first, tasting the salt of him, then deeper when he pushed a hand into her hair and held her there. Her father unzipped her shorts and slid two fingers into her. She was already dripping. He worked them in and out while she choked on her stepfather’s cock, spit running down her chin.
They moved her to the couch after that. Her father yanked her shorts and panties off and spread her legs wide. He spat on her cunt, rubbed it in with two thick fingers, then lined up and pushed inside her in one long stroke.
She cried out. He was big enough to stretch her, and he didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her hard and deep right away, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet house. Her stepfather knelt on the couch beside her head and fed his cock back into her mouth so she was taking both of them at once.
Her father fucked her like he was trying to breed her—long, heavy thrusts that forced the air out of her lungs every time he bottomed out. She came hard around him, thighs shaking, cunt clenching, but he only growled and kept going.
“That’s it. Milk it. You’re gonna take every drop.”
He lasted longer than she expected. When he finally came he buried himself as deep as he could and held her hips down, flooding her in thick pulses. She could feel the heat of it, the way it painted her insides. He stayed inside her for a few more slow thrusts, pushing his cum deeper, before he pulled out.
Her stepfather didn’t give her a second to recover. He switched places immediately, sliding into the same messy hole while her father’s seed was still leaking out of her. The slide was filthy—slick and hot and so easy. He groaned at the feel of it.
“Fuck, she’s soaked with you.”
He fucked her harder than her father had. Deeper strokes, faster, hands gripping the backs of her thighs and folding her almost in half so he could watch his cock disappear into her stretched cunt. She came again with him inside her, a broken, sobbing orgasm that made her dig her nails into his arms. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding her through it, using her body like it belonged to him.
When he finished he stayed buried, grinding against her while he emptied himself. She could feel the extra wetness, the way her cunt was overflowing now. Cum leaked out around his shaft and down onto the couch cushions.
They weren’t done.
Her father pulled her up and bent her over the arm of the couch. He pushed back into her from behind while her stepfather sat in front of her and made her clean his cock with her tongue. She tasted both of them—her father’s cum mixed with her own juices, then the thicker, saltier taste of her stepfather. She licked him clean while her father railed her, one hand in her hair, the other holding her hip hard enough to bruise.
They switched again after that. Her stepfather took her from behind while her father made her suck him clean. Then they moved her to the floor on her back and took turns in a slow, deliberate rotation—one of them fucking her while the other recovered, then switching places without ever leaving her empty for more than a few seconds.
She lost count of how many times she came. Her body kept shaking, her cunt kept clenching, and every time one of them finished inside her the other was already hard again and ready to push back in. They talked to each other over her body like she was just a hole they were sharing.
“Fill her up again.”
“She’s still tight.”
“Look at that mess. She’s leaking everywhere.”
By the time they finally slowed down she was a wreck. Her thighs were shiny with cum. Her belly felt slightly swollen from how much they’d pumped into her. Her voice was hoarse from moaning and begging. Her father was still inside her, slow and deep, while her stepfather stroked himself back to hardness beside them.
“One more,” her stepfather said.
Her father pulled out and rolled her onto her side. They both got behind her—one sliding into her cunt, the other pressing the head of his cock against her ass. She tensed, but her father reached around and rubbed her clit while her stepfather pushed in slow. The stretch burned, then turned into something darker and fuller when both of them were inside her at the same time.
They fucked her like that for a long time—one in her cunt, one in her ass, moving in opposite rhythms so she was never empty. She came so hard she almost blacked out, sobbing and shaking between them. When they finished they both stayed buried, filling her from both ends until she was dripping and ruined.
They left her on the floor after that, cum leaking out of both holes, body trembling, too exhausted to move. Her father ran a hand down her back, almost gentle.
“You’re staying home the rest of the summer,” he said.
Her stepfather just looked at her swollen, used cunt and nodded.
She didn’t argue. She already knew she’d be back in their beds tomorrow night. And the night after that. And every night until they decided she’d had enough.
She never did.
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