F*cked by Son & Father while Mom's Away

Derek’s voice hung in the air.

Tyler’s cock was still buried to the hilt inside me, pulsing hard against my walls. I could feel every throb, every tiny twitch, while my cunt kept fluttering around him like it didn’t understand we were supposed to freeze. The ropes still held my arms stretched above my head. My ass was still raised. Everything was open and wet and exposed under Derek’s calm, dark gaze.

For a long second nobody moved.

Then Derek pushed off the wall and walked closer slowly. He stopped right beside the bed and looked down at where his son was buried inside me.

“I said don’t stop.”

Tyler’s hips jerked once, almost involuntarily, driving himself deeper. I moaned. Derek’s eyes flicked to my face, then back to the place where Tyler and I were joined.

“Keep fucking her,” Derek said, voice low and commanding. “But slower. I want to watch.”

Tyler hesitated—just a fraction of a second of resistance, jaw tight—but he obeyed. He started moving again, delivering long, deep strokes that dragged every thick inch out of me and then shoved it back in. The wet sound of it filled the room. Derek watched the whole time, eyes fixed on the stretch of my cunt around his son’s cock.

“She’s still tight,” Derek murmured, almost to himself. “Even after I used her earlier.”

Tyler’s rhythm faltered at the reminder. Derek noticed.

“Problem?. Son” he asked quietly.

Tyler didn’t answer. He just kept thrusting, harder now, like he was trying to prove something. Derek reached out and rested one heavy hand on the back of Tyler’s neck, not forcing, just holding, claiming control of the entire scene.

“Slower,” Derek repeated. “And pull out. I want her mouth.”

Tyler growled under his breath but obeyed. He pulled free with a wet sound that made me whimper at the sudden emptiness. My cunt gaped for a second, open and shiny, before it started to close. Derek stepped in front of me, already free of his pants, cock thick and heavy and already hard. He asked Tyler to undo a arm free so he could use my mouth. Next, he gripped my hair, tilted my head back, and pushed into my mouth in one smooth thrust.

I choked loud. He held me there, nose pressed to his stomach, until I stopped fighting the gag, then started fucking my throat in the same controlled rhythm he’d used on my cunt earlier that day. I felt the head of his cock hit that part inside my throat and the sound that came out from it was just..nasty.

Behind me Tyler was still between my legs, watching, breathing hard. Derek glanced at him over my head.

“Get back inside her. Now.”

Tyler shoved back in with a rough thrust that made me moan around Derek’s cock. The dual sensation; father 'n son; cock stretching my cunt, cock stretching my throat—made my eyes water so much. Derek kept one hand in my hair and the other reached down to pinch my nipple hard, twisting it while he used my mouth.

“That’s it,” Derek said, voice calm even while he was deep in my throat. “Take both of us. You’ve been walking around this house dripping for it. Now you get it.”

They found a rhythm. Tyler fucking me from behind in long, deep strokes while Derek used my mouth like a cum dump. Every time Tyler bottomed out I moaned around the cock in my throat. Every time Derek pushed deeper I gagged and drooled down my chin. The ropes tighten as my shoulders burned. My cunt made filthy wet sounds around Tyler’s cock.

Derek pulled out of my mouth suddenly, a string of spit connecting my lips to the head of his cock as I breathe very hard.

He looked at Tyler.

“Switch.”

Tyler pulled out again. Derek moved behind me, gripped my hips, and shoved into my cunt in one savage thrust.

The angle was deeper than Tyler’s. He bottomed out and stayed there, grinding, while Tyler moved up and fed his wet cock back into my mouth. I tasted myself on him, tasting musky and thick, mixed with the earlier mess.

Derek started fucking me properly. Fucking me hard but controlled. One hand stayed on my hip while the other reached under and rubbed my clit in tight, mean slippery circles.

Tyler fucked my throat in the same rhythm. They were sharing me like it was the most natural thing in the world, father and son using the same holes, the same body, while I could only take it.

“She’s close,” Derek said after a while, feeling the way my cunt started clamping down. “Don’t let her come yet.”

Tyler pulled out of my mouth. Derek pulled out of my cunt. I sobbed at the double emptiness. They only gave me a few seconds before Derek nodded at the bed.

“On her back. Untie her legs. Keep the arms.”

Tyler freed my ankles. Derek and Tyler together flipped me onto my back. My arms were still stretched and tied above my head. Derek pushed my knees up to my chest, opening me completely, and shoved back into my cunt.

Tyler straddled my chest and fed his cock back into my mouth. They started moving again—Derek pounding into me with deep, heavy thrusts while Tyler fucked my throat till another stream of tears filled my eyes. Mascara ruined long ago.

Derek leaned down and pinched both my nipples hard while he fucked me, twisting them in time with his thrusts. The pain mixed with the stretch and the friction on my clit every time his body ground against it. I was shaking 'n drooling, making helpless noises around Tyler’s cock.

“Who do you belong to right now?” Derek asked, voice low and dark.

I couldn’t answer with my mouth full. He pinched harder.

“Both of us,” he said, answering for me. “Say it when he pulls out.”

Tyler pulled free of my mouth just long enough for me to gasp, “Both—both of you—”

Then he pushed back in.

They kept going until my cunt started fluttering hard around Derek. He felt it and nodded at Tyler.

“Now.”

Tyler pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself once, twice, then came across my tits and face in thick, releasing hot stripes.

Derek followed a few seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding my cunt with pulse after pulse of cum until I felt it leaking out around his cock. The sensation of being filled while still tied and open pushed me over. I came hard, squirting around Derek’s cock in messy pulses that soaked his stomach and the sheets.

They stayed inside me until the last tremors faded.

Then, slowly, they pulled out.

Derek first. My cunt gaped open, cum dripping out in a thick stream onto the bed. Tyler moved down and watched it for a second before standing. Neither of them untied my arms. Neither of them cleaned me up.

Just watched in perfect silence. Well except from my heavy breathing, sticky skin sounds, and the last remaining loads from them dripping on the floor, slowly, drip drip😏.

Derek fixed his clothes first, and Tyler followed, still breathing a little harder. They both looked down at me—arms still stretched and bound, legs open, cunt gaping and leaking their combined mess down my ass, tits and face marked with Tyler’s cum, body shaking and wrecked.

Derek’s voice was quiet when he spoke.

“Stay like that for a while. Think about what you asked for.”

Then they left.

The door clicked shut behind them. I stayed exactly where they left me—roped, dripping, gaping, the taste of both of them still in my mouth, the stretch of both of them still echoing inside me—while the house went quiet again.

I need some air.