SHARED BETWEEN FATHER AND SON (II The End)

Chapter 2

The door slammed open with a crack that made my heart sink.

Marcus stood there, eyes wild with rage. His face twisted the moment he was us.

I was still lying in Robert’s arms, we both stark naked, Robert’s dick still hard and the smell of sex still thick in the air.

“What the fuck is this?” Marcus roared. “I know you’re a bitch but this…?”

He clenched his fist. I tried to scramble off Robert but his strong hands gripped my waist.

He came up over me again, kissing my neck and making my pussy wet as ever. He didn’t care that his son was standing right there, my body didn’t care either.

“Robert,” I managed to whisper.

“Shhhh,” He silenced me.

His dick grew harder by the second and he teased my pussy with it, rubbing it gently on my clit.

His cock twitched inside me, still hard and claiming me whole. It was like he was ripping me apart with his hard veiny cock.

But I loved every bit of it, not minding that my husband was filled with rage right in front of me.

“Sit down, son,” He said quietly. “Before you embarrass yourself further.”

Marcus’s eyes darted between us. “You think fucking her will hurt me? She’s just a payment, she doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Those words hit me across the face. I’d known pieces of it, whispers of “the payment” of how my parents bagged Marcus’s family for mercy.

“She’s just a debt repaid. A mere property.”

I was just a compensation. A warm body to repay what my dad couldn’t.

Robert’s thumb stroked my hips, his cock still teasing me.

“Exactly,” Robert said with a smirk on his face. “A debt repaid but you’ve chosen to abuse her.”

Marcus’s gaze dropped to where our bodies were joined; my plump breasts and nipples were hard from Robert’s earlier teasing. My pussy stretched around his father’s thick veiny dick.

Something shifted in his eyes, the anger didn’t vanish it became hotter and darker. His jeans became more dented. He was hard.

“You’re disgusting,” he said, stepping fully into the room and clicking the door shut. “Both of you.”

Robert’s lips curved into a smile. “Now learn how a real man treats a repaid debt. Or join.”

Marcus’s breath hitched. “Fuck you, old man! If I’m joining you it’s to remind her who she really belongs to.”

He stripped fast, his dick springing free; thinner than Robert’s but long. He had precum already.

My heart was beating fast, I was now a shared toy between a father and a son. A wife who was bought as property.

But God… my body betrayed me. My pussy clenched around Robert’s cock at the sight of Marcus’s long and thin cock, fresh slickness dripping out of me.

Robert lifted me off him slowly with a wet slick sound. “Come here, son.” He commanded. “Start from her mouth, let her taste how angry you are.”

Marcus crawled to the bed, stroking his cock. His furious look locked with mine. “Open.” He growled, grabbing my hair. I obeyed, my lips parting and he pushed it in.

Hot and salty. I tasted his precum immediately. He thrust shallowly at first then deeper, hitting the back of my throat.

I gagged softly, tears running down my eyes but the shame only made me wetter.

Robert positioned himself between my thighs again. His broad hands spread my legs wider and his thumb parted my swollen lips.

“Look at this pretty cunt.” He murmured. “Still dripping for me.”

He rubbed the thick head of this cock on my clit, coating himself in my cunt juices and his own leftover cum then he went in, inch by inch stretching me full again.

I moaned around Marcus’s cock, the vibration making him groan.

The double sensation was overwhelming. Robert’s heavy veiny shaft filled me in, with slow and deep strokes that touched every sensitive part of my body.

While Marcus fucked my mouth with angry and ecstatic thrusts. Skin slapping against skin, while the room was filled with wet and filthy sounds of raw sex and heavy breathing from both men.

Robert pinched my nipples until I cried out around Marcus’s dick. “That’s it, Clarissa,” he rumbled. “Take us both. You feel so good… so tight… squeezing me like you never wanted me to leave.”

His thrust picked up rhythm, harder and steadier, his balls slapping my ass.

Marcus pulled out of my mouth, just long enough to slap his wet dick on my cheek. “You like this don’t you? Being used by both father and son. Debt whore!”

His voice was still furious but lust glazed in his eyes. He shoved it back in, deeper, fucking my throat while tears ran down my face.

I did like it. God help me, I loved it. Pleasure crashed through me in waves. The fullness in my pussy and the stretch in my jaw.

The heat of having them both, married to one but taking another all because I was a debt paid; but the ecstasy drowned all these thoughts out.

My pussy throbbed untouched and begging. Robert noticed. He reached down and circled my clit with his thumb.

“Cum for us, beautiful,” he commanded softly. “Let go.”

The orgasm hit me furiously. My pussy spasmed hard around Robert’s cock, milking him in rhythmic pulses.

I screamed around Marcus’s cock again, my body shaking and my juices squirting slightly around Robert’s shaft.

My pussy released waves of creampie, my body trembled and my toes curled into each other.

Marcus pulled out, stroking himself furiously, “My turn,” he said swapping places with his father in one rough move.

Robert moved to my head, feeding me his dick; still soaked in my cream and his pre cum. I tasted myself on him.

Marcus slammed into my pussy without warning- long and fast. “Fuck! She’s all soaked,” he grunted. “Because of you, Dad.”

His hips snapped brutally but Robert’s gentleness opened me perfectly, so that his anger even felt good.

They found the rhythm; father and son working in sync. With Robert’s low groans and Marcus's angry pants, I came harder again, body convulsing and pussy clenching so tight.

“Shit, I’m close,” Marcus gasped. Robert pulled out of my mouth.

“Inside her, fill what’s ours.”

Marcus thrust one last time and exploded, releasing thick hot cum inside of me. I felt every sprout.

At the same time, Robert aimed at my mouth, painting me with his own heavy load.

I swallowed what I could and let the rest drip down my breast and chin and my third orgasm ripped through me, milking Marcus dry while I whimpered and trembled.

We collapsed together in a sweaty tangle, with me in the middle and Father and son beside me, cocks softening and the room reeking of sex, sweat, cum, and satisfied breaths.

“You’re more than a debt now, Clarissa,” Marcus whispered.