Continued from the last chapter..
After having sex in the living room, the air was thick with the lingering scent of sex, sweat, and musk as we sat around the table, sitting down for a quick meal. None of us bothered to put on clothes—there was no point. The night had already stripped us of any pretense, and now we were all just raw, hungry beings, feeding more than just our appetites. Malik’s chest glistened under the dim kitchen light, his muscles flexing subtly as he reached for another helping of food. My dad, seated across from me, smirked knowingly, his eyes darting between Malik and me like he could read every filthy thought racing through my mind.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what was coming next. The energy in the room was electric, charged with unspoken promises. As I stood up to clear my plate, I leaned into Malik, my lips brushing against his ear. “Please don’t shower tonight,” I murmured, my voice low and husky. “I love the manly musk of your body.” His smirk sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew he wasn’t going to let that request go unanswered.
Back in my room, I lay sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding in anticipation. The sheets felt cool against my heated skin, but it did little to calm the fire roaring inside me. Minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last, until finally, the door creaked open. Malik stepped in, his silhouette imposing against the hallway light. In one hand, he held a coil of rope; in the other, something that made my breath catch in my throat—a dildo, unlike anything I’d ever seen. It was thick, at least 10 inches long, ribbed, and glistening faintly under the dim light as if it had already been prepared for use.
My dad followed close behind, closing the door quietly and locking it with a soft click. The sound sent a thrill through me. This was happening.
Malik approached the bed, his dark eyes locked on mine. “You asked for this,” he said simply, his voice low and commanding. Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed my wrists and began tying them to the bedposts with practiced ease. The rope bit into my skin just enough to make me hiss, but not enough to hurt. It was perfect—restrictive but not painful. My dad watched from the foot of the bed, his cock already half-hard, his fingers absently stroking himself as he took in the sight before him.
Once I was fully restrained, Malik stepped back, his gaze raking over my bound body. “Good,” he muttered, mostly to himself. Then he turned to my dad. “Ready?”
“Always,” my dad replied, stepping forward and climbing onto the bed. Dad positioned himself above my face, his knees framing my head, and lowered himself until his ass hovered just inches above my mouth. The musky scent of him filled my nostrils, and I groaned, my tongue flicking out instinctively to taste him. He chuckled, a deep, raspy sound that vibrated through my skull. “Eager, aren’t you?”
Before I could respond, Malik moved, positioning himself between my legs. I felt the blunt pressure of the dildo against my entrance, and I tensed, inhaling sharply through my nose. “Relax,” Malik growled, his voice rough with arousal. He pressed forward, and I gasped as the toy slid inside me slowly, stretching me wide. It was so much bigger than I expected. I writhed against the ropes, my hips bucking involuntarily as he worked the dildo deeper, each ridge sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
Meanwhile, my dad had taken matters into his own hands—literally. He rubbed his slick hole against my face, grinding down until I could feel the coarse hair of his cheeks and the heat of his skin. “Lick,” he commanded, and I obeyed, my tongue delving into his crack, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and the earthy tang of his body. He moaned softly, tilting his hips to give me better access, while Malik continued to fuck me with the dildo, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild.
“Fuck, look at him,” my dad breathed, glancing down at Malik. “He’s taking it so well.”
Malik grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light. “Yeah, he is,” he agreed, picking up the pace with the dildo. "His fucking hole is still hungry.." The sound of it sliding in and out of me was obscenely loud, mingling with my muffled gasps and groans. I was completely at their mercy, and I loved every second of it.
After a few minutes, Malik pulled the dildo out, tossing it aside carelessly. “I know you wanna get fucked so badly, right?” Malik said, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself behind me. "Fuck yeah, Malik," I replied.
I felt the head of his cock press against my stretched hole, and I whimpered, my body trembling with anticipation. He didn’t waste time—he thrust into me in one smooth motion, filling me completely. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming, and my dad rocked his hips harder against my face, forcing me to focus on pleasuring him even as Malik claimed my ass.
“Fuck, your ass feels so good, bud..” Malik grunted, gripping my hips tightly as he pounded into me. I felt an overwhelming rush of sensations. His powerful thrusts filled me with a mix of pain and pleasure, stretching me to my limits and making me feel both dominated and cherished. His strength was intoxicating, his cock hitting every sweet spot inside me, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I was lost in the moment, my senses heightened by the sight of his muscles flexing, the sound of his grunts, and the smell of our combined sweat and arousal. Each movement was a testament to his control, making me feel owned yet incredibly desired. My own moans echoed in the room as I surrendered to the sheer force and passion of his fucking.
The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, and I could hear my dad’s ragged breathing above me, his moans growing louder as he pushed himself closer to orgasm. I felt like I was being split in two, torn between the sensations overwhelming both ends of my body. I loved the taste of my dad's hungry hairy hole. It was all about the natural, musky flavour of his skin.
Dad started to stroke his dick with increasing urgency, his ass still hovering above my face. His breathing became ragged, and his moans became louder. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cum.. Ahhhhh," dad screamed. When my dad came, it was with a guttural groan, his seed spilling onto my chest as his body went rigid above me. The pleasure was clear in his voice and expression, undoubtedly heightened by the dual sensations of my tongue exploring his hole and the visual of Malik's massive cock relentlessly pounding into mine. He was enjoying every second of this dirty, intimate dance of pleasure.
Malik didn’t stop, though—if anything, he seemed spurred on by the sight of my dad’s release. Malik fucked me harder, his hips slapping against my ass with a rhythm that left me breathless. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my cock aching for release, but I didn’t want it to end. Not yet.
“Come on, Malik,” my dad urged, his voice hoarse as he encouraged Malik. “Fuck him hard.. Make him yours.. Make him scream..”
After my dad climaxed, he positioned himself back over my face, now offering his sweaty balls for me to smell and savour. The scent was potent, a mix of musk and sex. As I inhaled deeply, my tongue and nose explored the texture and taste, adding another layer of intimacy to our already-charged encounter.
Malik obliged, his thrusts turning brutal, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. I screamed, my voice breaking as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I could feel his cock swelling, the heat and pressure inside me building with each plunge. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, his body tensing up as he released his warm jizz. Waves of hot cum shot into my hungry ass, each pulse filling me with his seed, making me feel claimed and connected as he emptied himself inside me.
As Malik pounded me, each stroke was like a drumbeat leading me closer to the edge, while the proximity to my dad's intimate scent added a layer of forbidden thrill. I followed right after, my body convulsing as ropes of my own cum splattered across my stomach. The combined sensations of Malik's relentless powerful thrusts into my ass, and the raw musky smell of my dad's ass and balls hovering above my face, and the overwhelming build-up to my own orgasm created a perfect storm of pleasure in me. When I finally came, it was like a release of all the pent-up energy, desire, and connection. The satisfaction was profound, a mix of physical ecstasy and emotional intimacy, leaving me utterly spent, fulfilled, and deeply satisfied.
For a moment, there was only heavy breathing and the sound of our heartbeats pounding in unison. Malik's cock was still inside my ass while trying to catch his breath. Then Malik pulled out slowly, leaving me feeling empty and utterly spent. I closed my eyes with utmost satisfaction. But the night wasn’t over. Not yet.
Then suddenly, I felt someone started to rim my stretched ass hole. It sent shivers in my body. "Ohhh Fuckkk.." That was my dad. He was tasing Malik's cum leaking from my used hole. At the same time, Malik positioned his muscular body right next to mine, his eyes hungry for what was to come. He leaned over, his tongue eagerly lapping at the mixture of my dad's cum and mine that had painted my chest and stomach. He savoured it, licking up each drop with a slow, deliberate motion, relishing the combined flavours like it was a fucking gourmet meal. His moans of pleasure vibrated against my skin as he cleaned me up with his tongue.
Malik and my dad are like fucking cum addicts; they can't get enough of the stuff. They always love to taste that creamy, salty jizz like it's the last drop of water in the desert, savouring every fucking strand, whether it's fresh from a dick or dripping from a well-fucked hole. They love the taste, the texture, the whole damn idea of tasting that warm, musky load, making sure not a single drop goes to waste.
Malik, with his cum-slick fingers, gathered some of the mixture from my chest and stomach. Then he brought those fingers up to my lips, giving me a taste of our combined essences. I licked it off his fingers eagerly, savouring the intimate taste of our shared passion.
Malik: "How does the cum taste, buddy?"
Me: "It's fucking amazing man.."
Malik: "I knew you'd love it."
Dad: "Nothing beats the taste of a shared load, huh?"
Me: "Hell no. It's like a trophy of our night's work."
We all hugged together in a passionate group kiss, our mouths mingling, sharing the tastes of cum, and the heat of our shared experiences.
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After resting on my bed for a few minutes, surprisingly, my dad positioned himself in a doggy style beside me. “Your turn, my love,” he said to Malik. His tone was inviting and left no room for argument. Malik, still hard despite his recent release, nodded and moved behind my dad. My dad's hole, surrounded by a jungle of hair, looked ready to be plowed. I watched, transfixed, as Malik buried his beautiful 7-inch dick inside my dad, their bodies moving together in a practiced rhythm that spoke of familiarity and trust.
Dad and Malik are versatile beasts in bed; they'll switch from pounding ass to getting their own holes plowed without missing a beat. They love fucking each other with the same wild abandon they enjoy getting fucked. They're like two horny switch-hitters, craving the feel of a tight hole around their dicks one moment and then craving to feel the stretch and burn of a cock inside their hungry holes next, all while moaning like sluts for more.
As Malik thrust into him, he growled, "I can't get enough of your hungry hole, babe." My dad, lost in the pleasure, shot back with equal fervour, "Fuck yeah, your cock feels like it was made for my ass, Malik.. Pound me like the slut I am, honey." Their words fueled the intensity of their union, each moan and grunt amplifying the raw, carnal energy between them.
Malik continued to fuck my dad's hole for more than 15 minutes. His thrusts were harder and more powerful, but my dad's face told me he enjoyed every thrust. Watching Malik's cock disappear into my dad, stretching him wide, was so hot. Their bodies started to glisten with sweat, and their moans filled the room. Malik's balls slapped against my dad's ass with each drive, making that hairy hole jiggle with the impact. His own hard cock was swinging beneath him. The sheer animalistic energy of Malik fucking my dad's ass like it was his personal playground.
Malik, with his incredibly muscular build, was a sight to behold as he fucked my dad's hairy hole. His amazing muscles rippled and flexed with each thrust, showcasing his strength and power. He turned to me with a cocky grin, still buried his cock deep in my dad's hole, and flexed his sweaty biceps and armpits right in front of me. The veins popped out, a clear demonstration of just how fucking powerful he was in this moment of raw, physical dominance.
I loved watching the entire scene unfold, especially since I was bound to the bed, unable to do anything but soak in every detail. The sight of Malik and my dad lost in their sweaty musky fuck, was like a live porno just for me. Each thrust, each moan amplified by my helplessness, made the experience even hotter.
As they fucked, Malik leaned down to kiss me, his tongue invading my mouth as his hips continued to piston into my dad's hairy hole. “Next time,” Malik whispered against my lips, “it’s my ass you’re gonna fuck.” The promise in his words made my cock twitch, still sensitive from my earlier orgasm. Next time. The idea thrilled me, but for now, as I was still tied up to the bedposts, I was content to watch as Malik and my dad brought each other to climax again.
Malik's rhythm reached a frenzied peak, his grunts filling the room as he slammed into my dad's hairy hole. With a final deep thrust, he roared, his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep inside, filling my dad with his hot, thick cum. When Malik came, his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, a clear sign of how much he relished the act of pounding my dad's hungry hole, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax. The sensation of Malik's release was too much for my dad; he couldn't hold back anymore. With a loud moan, his body shuddered, and he shot his own load, his cum splattering onto the sheets below, marking the bed with streaks of white cum as he came hard. "Shit babe, you fucking milked me dry with that monster cock of yours.. I love you babe." my dad growled at Malik. His orgasm was triggered by the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked to completion.
"I love you too," Malik said, kissing my dad's neck while his cock was still resting in my dad's ass. It warms my heart to see the bond of love and understanding that has grown between Malik and my dad, a connection that feels both timeless and deeply cherished.
After lustful pounding, Malik and dad were drenched in sweat. Their bodies glistened under the dim light, each movement causing beads of sweat to trickle down their skin. The air in the room became heavy, saturated with the pungent scent of our man musk, mingling with the sharp smell of cum, creating an intoxicating primal atmosphere in my bedroom.
I knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning of fun.
