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I’m sorry for not updating but here’s the last of it. I thought the culmination of everything leading up to getting fucked at the dinner table would be the one thing that would break whatever spell daddy had on his son and wife but Dug just acts like nothing happened and his wife seems drunk. Both watched me, tits out and panting.
When Daddy finished stuffing me like thanksgiving he slapped my ass, sat down and started eating, I was trying to catch my breath over what had just happened feeling his cum drip out of me, running down my leg. Dug just reached over and grabbed the salt. I finally breathed, “Does anyone care about what just happened?”
His wife literally looked at me and shrugged, “Pull your panties up or you’ll make a mess.”
I couldn’t believe it. Slowly I stood up, feeling the mess I was in, realizing my left tit had actually made a mess of my steak and mashed potato’s gravy dripping down. She tsked at me, like I was the problem here. Her husbands cum was literally leaking from my freshly pounded pussy and clearly this was the biggest issue of the night.
Dug looked at me, his dad, then chuckled back to eating.
I asked, “Is anyone at all bothered by this?” Waving at my tits and shaved cunt being a total mess.
The wife took a sip, sat back and finally spoke to me, “Dear, get out of those cloths and go take a shower. Dug will fix your supper and Donald will have a clean towel waiting for you.”
This wasn’t what I expected at all. Dug reached over and took my plate, Daddy gave me a huge shit eating grin, took a mouthful of his steak and chewed. Looking back at her, shocked, I nodded. I didn’t know what to expect. I pulled up and off my shirt and bra, when I went to pull my panties off she snapped at me to pull them up so I don’t drip everywhere. Jeans, socks and shoes came off and I started to make my way to the bathroom when she snapped her fingers at me to go to her first.
I obeyed, just as curious as before. Glass of wine in one hand, her other rose to play with my clean tit, feeling the piercing, pinching my nipple and toying with it. I couldn’t help but somehow be more turned on by how unexpected this was, she was now feeling me up and examining me like I was some kind of plaything.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands so I kept them behind me, watching her, spreading my feet just a little. I had never been with a women and was never terribly interested in it at all but this was so twisted I couldn’t help it.
Soon she had me pull my panties down back to my thigh and back to standing as is. Pushing my thighs apart to spread just a little further, fingers playing with my clit, swabbing daddy’s cum all over me. It just made me even more turned on standing there. She even commented how when her fingers entered me I would squeeze a little. It was humiliating.
I thought the theater was over when she pulled away, told me to kneel then shoved her fingers in my mouth to grab and play with my tongue. Making sure I cleaned every bit of her hand. Then grabbing my jaw to keep my mouth open before spitting wine down my throat.
I swallowed of course.
The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. When Dad opened the door as I was showering he didn’t bother closing it. Feeling the hot water was welcomed, I even teased myself further thinking about what just happened, feeling his cum drip out of me and how wet I was. I had no idea what might happen next.
Drying off, I wondered out wearing just the towel, a fresh plate of dinner at the table for me with a glass of wine and water. She was doing the dishes, Dug and dad were on the couch watching football. I sat in silence, it was kind of hard to eat. I was anxious, horny, my mind was full.
I downed the wine first thing.
When I was done I just sat there. In a fluffy white towel. I drank another glass of wine she poured and excused myself to Dugs room to sleep. I woke up a few times with Dug over me, feeling him inside me. I wrapped my legs around him and enjoyed it. I was was still wet from earlier and Daddy’s cum and well stretched out.
Waking up the door was open and Dug had been helping her fix up a pretty big breakfast. My cloths were next to me so I got dressed, feeling cum dribble out and just pulled up my panties wondering if I was going to get fucked this morning by both men of the house.
Sure enough, I was.
When I got to the table Dug was eating and so was she, dad got up, bent me over like last night, pulled my shirt and braw up and over my head, this time using them to keep my arms behind my back and pushed my face against the table. My pants were forced down. Dad wasn’t gentle, shoving his cock in me and grabbing my hips. Not like I was in a position to do anything about it. I could feel his balls slap my cunt with every thrust.
No clue how this man had so much stamina but fuck he was hitting all the right spots and I loved how helpless I felt at the moment. I came, he kept fucking through it. I came a second time, locking down on his cock and he filled me up.
Dug finally got up and took his place. Dad sat down and ate, him and the wife watching Dug finally take sloppy seconds and went hard on me. The sounds of dick fucking wet pussy was all that could be heard, then I felt him play with my asshole. I never did much with my ass so this was new, I couldn’t tell what he was doing, I just moved my head to get a better look at her as I felt him push into my ass and start fucking again.
She watched him fuck me hard. I felt so helpless and turned on, he knew what he was doing too. He hit something, his thumb I think, pushed and I was done. I came harder, my legs were weak and I was more than spent, panting and worn out, waiting for him to add to his daddies baby batter.
I blacked out a moment. When I woke I was laying over the table, ass out, food was gone, panties still down, I could hear them in the living room watching TV. How fucking humiliating, my ass was on full display for however long had passed and I could feel cum leaking out of me.
I fixed my cloths and Dug offered me a ride home.
Yep. Just like that. Wife gave me a quick bite to eat then Dug drove me home like everything was totally normal.
When we got home I told him we were done. This was too weird for me and he said it was fine. His last gf felt the same way and that was why they broke up.
Now one of my friends is dating him and I’m curious about what’s gone on with her and them.
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