Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2021 06:20:43 +0000
From: Tyler Xavier <axem333@gmail.com>
Subject: Loving Thy Neighbour: Part 2

Loving Thy Neighbour: The Spa

By Tyler X


"So how's the oil treating you?" Henry asked casually as he guided me
into his office. I passed through one door leading down a tiny,
windowless corridor, then passed through a second door, leading into to
Henry's office. I wondered if Henry had this office constructed as an
extension to the house. Henry locked both doors behind us.


"What the hell is that stuff?" I exclaimed with a forced laugh as I
found my seat. I tried to not let on how anxious I was about the whole
"hallucinating-my-dead-dad" thing, playing coy instead.

"I told you Jack, it's just a natural, herbal extract," Henry
explained in his deep, ever-calm and disarming voice. He took a seat in
his armchair.

"Magic mushrooms are natural, too," I teased. He scrunched his brow and
I immediately regretted what I had said.

"Are you... experiencing hallucinations, Jack?" Henry asked, a
concerned expression painted across his handsome face. I should've told
him the truth. I doubted it was natural to experience intense
hallucinations as I had, but I feared that if I told Henry he would tell
me to stop using the oil anymore. Or worse, he would think I was just
going insane. Either way, I didn't want to stop using the oil. The
hallucination was scary, sure, but the sex I'd had with my husband the
other night was the best sex I'd had in my life, let alone in our
relationship. Plus, I was finally sleeping regularly again. I had made a
decision before coming over to ask around first before escalating things
with Henry. He had mentioned in our last session that our other
neighbour, Doug, used it to help with the insomnia also.


I paused for a moment, letting the heavy silence fill the room.

"No, nothing like that," I replied finally, with a squeaky cough
clearing my throat. Henry's eyebrows perked.

"It just had some... surprising side-effects". I felt my cheeks
reddening.

"Such as?" Henry asked, with a knowing tone.

"Well, I don't suppose it's an aphrodisiac at all?" I asked
carefully. Henry barked a laugh.

"Well, sort of. It has been known to reset your hormone and testosterone
levels, which is what helps to regulate your body-clock and improve your
sleep cycles. It doesn't affect everyone the same way, but some users
have certainly experienced an increased sex-drive, sure." Henry
responded with such clinical professionalism I wondered if he had given
this speech before. I nodded, trying and failing to suppress a sheepish
smile.

"So I take it you and David are having sex again?" Henry asked with an
odd bluntness.

"Well, we were! That first night was... I was so confident we were
getting back to normal and then... And then David's son, Sam, turned up
out of the blue."

Henry's semi-permanent stoic expression cracked for a moment, revealing
a genuine look of surprise. He cleared his throat and recomposed his
face.

"I didn't know David had a son?"

"Yeah, not many people do. They're not very close, since the kid was a
product of David accidentally knocking up his high-school girlfriend 16
years ago. David came out as gay a couple months into the pregnancy and
his girlfriend decided she didn't want anything to do with him, not that
he planned on staying with her, anyway. He was pretty devastated about
not getting to raise his own son, though. Then, one day five years ago,
Sam started asking his mother about David. So, Sam's mother decided to
let him visit David occasionally. I've met the kid twice before, the
last time I saw him he was 11. David apparently forgot that Sam had
scheduled another visit over this summer break, and so Sam came knocking
on our door the other morning and now he's staying with us for a couple
weeks," I explained, in what felt like one, exasperated breath. Henry
just nodded, processing it all.

"Which leads me to this new... problem. Sam's been here for four days
now and David and I haven't had sex once. David says it's too risky as
our lovemaking can get quite... passionate." Henry suppressed a smirk,
his eyes twinkling.

"And so I'm not sleeping again... or getting fucked, either," I felt
like that may have been a bit too casual, but Henry didn't flinch.

"I just feel like... I don't know. I don't think the kid likes me very
much, and I'm not sure whether it's because I'm gay or because I'm
his Dad's partner. I'm kind of leaning toward the latter, since he
clearly looks up to his father a lot and respects him, even though
David's gay. I don't know, I'm just beginning to feel like a stranger
in my own home, which is strange because I don't feel like that with any
other guests we've had." I could feel myself rambling and paused for a
moment to clear my racing thoughts.

"Can I suggest something?" Henry asked, prompting a quick nod from me.

"Perhaps with the recent loss of your own father, seeing a blossoming
relationship between David and Sam is making you uncomfortable. Maybe
there is even a little residual tension between you and Sam because
you're in a relationship with his father, but that's a perfectly
natural reaction from a boy his age - 16, right? So it sounds to me like
you're describing the sensation of losing control: your sleep, your sex
life, your house hold. In order to affirm this feeling, reassert your
position in the household by taking back control of these things. Sit at
the head of the table. Ask Sam do run errands for you. And insist on sex
with David tonight, insist on openly showing love for each other. In
doing so, you are showing David your need for consistency, and you're
demonstrating your authority to Sam. He has lacked a father figure for so
many years, and now he has two. By feeling confident and comfortable in
your role as a co-head of your household, Sam will naturally earn respect
for you, and perhaps even begin to see you as his second father". Henry
gave me an assuring smile. I smiled back. His thighs had drifted open
while he was talking and I casually let my gaze fall into his lap. I
briefly inspected the heavy mound in his pants then glanced back up,
where Henry was staring at me with piercing grey eyes.


I left the session feeling a renewed sense of confidence. Sure, David
designed this house and bought it with his money, but I owned it just as
much as he did. Sam is the one who has to adjust to staying here, not me.
My life will not become derailed while he is here with us. I must assert
dominance, just as Henry suggested. David will fuck me tonight.


I found my fiancé in the kitchen making us cocktails.

"It's a beautiful afternoon, my love. And yet, you look so wound up and
stressed. Let's go enjoy the spa?" He asked, handing me my cocktail - a
mojito. My favourite. I took one long sip and felt my shoulders drop, my
spine relaxing. This was just what I needed. The spa would be perfect
right about now. I went upstairs to change, slipping out of my jeans and
rifling through my cupboard for a pair of swim shorts. I pulled out a
pair of skimpy, lemon-yellow speedos, instead, and reminisced about the
days when I would parade around in them at the beach. I tried to remember
why I stopped wearing them and couldn't come up with a good reason. I
stepped into them and pulled them up, they hugged my pouch tightly. I
cupped my bulge and gave it a light squeeze. I felt my groin tingle.


I tried not to smile as I marched out of the patio door, where David was
waiting for me in the spa. He turned his head and let out a whistle. A
couple of meters away, stretched out on a beach towel by the pool like a
cat in the sun, Sam lifted his head and turned over his shoulder, his
gaze meeting mine. The boy inherited none of his father's rugged
handsomeness, and all of his mother's girlish softness. He had a
cherub-like face, pouty plump lips, round apple cheeks, wavy chestnut
hair. A light sprinkle of freckles dusted across his nose. His large
green eyes were framed by thick bushy brows - perhaps he got those from
David. Puberty had hit this kid like a truck since the last time I had
seen him. This was the first time I had seen him shirtless since he'd
arrived. He was short for his age, though no longer the gangly and
awkward boy I met years ago. Instead, he now walked around with his firm
chest stuck out and his broad shoulders pulled back. His biceps had a
little toning to them, his tummy a bit more flat. He was now a young man.


The boy pulled out an earphone and greeted me lazily, then put it back in
and laid his head back down. He didn't seem perturbed by my
Speedo-clad-self at all. This was because, as I had noticed immediately,
the boy was also wearing nothing but a speedo. I wasn't checking the boy
out, I wasn't a creep. But my eyes were drawn to the roundness of his
young butt like a magnet. The speedos were far too tight, since they were
about five sizes to small for him. The back of the briefs was patterned
with a faded print of Captain America's shield, the warped stripes
stretched tightly across the boy's plump butt cheeks, thinning in
places. The bottom of the briefs dipped between his thighs and tucked
against the boy's taint, folding the print of Cap's shield in half and
making it appear more like a heart than a circle. The boy's creamy
butt-cheeks spilled precariously out the sides of his briefs and the top
of his ass crack peeked out over his low-slung waistband. The rest of the
boy's body was slick with greasy sun lotion making the milky skin of his
back and thighs glisten white. I slid in to the tub and David stroked my
leg lovingly.

"Do you want bubbles?" He asked, nodding to the button beside him,
which switched on the jets in the tub.

"Not yet," I murmured into my glass as I took a long sip of my mojito.


"My two boys in Speedo's!" David chimed gleefully, "Sun's out, buns
out!"

"Where did Sam even find those?" I asked in an incredulous tone.

"They're his! He left them at mine on his last visit a couple years
ago, so I packed them for him in the move in case he wanted `em back.
Lucky enough, they still fit."

"Barely," I grumbled. David laughed.

"Yeah, well, he tried yours on but they were too big." I rolled my eyes
when David wasn't looking. My head lolled back against the hot ceramic
tiles and I felt my face immediately begin to absorb the warmth of the
sun. Starting from my neck, I felt the muscles in my back begin to uncoil
themselves one by one. My mind fogged with relaxation. Was this mojito
really effecting me this fast? David gripped my bicep and tugged me over
to him. Unsure at first of what he was doing, I let my body float
weightlessly in whatever direction he willed it. I realised quickly he
was manoeuvring me into his lap, the way we usually sat when we spend
time in here, and I swivelled my head to where Sam was lying, his
backside facing us.

"It's alright, babe." David whispered in my ear, sensing my slight
discomfort.

He was right. This was alright. This is how we always cuddled in the hot
tub, we shouldn't have to conceal our intimacy in front of Sam. I felt
my head roll back once more, this time landing on the soft, warm crook of
David's neck. I could feel his heart beating against my back, I could
feel his breathing in my ear. Despite being completely relaxed, my senses
were heightened. If I had the energy I would have furrowed my eyebrows.
My senses... unusually heightened. The oil. My drink. For a moment I
wondered whether David had snuck some in my glass. Then I felt the
tell-tale goosebumps and I was suddenly certain he had. Perhaps I
should've been annoyed, but in the moment I was in ecstasy. I took the
longest swig yet, draining my glass. A faint bitter taste lingered on my
tongue.


"Atta boy," David purred, his deep voice reverberating through his
entire chest and sending tingles down my spine. My cock twitched, the
sensation tightness of the speedos around my crotch. I let my eyes
flutter closed and felt my body melt against David's. He had a hand on
each of my thighs, running them up and down, causing soft rippling water
to lap at my chest. I let out a long sigh. Underneath me, David's bulge
pressed between my cheeks. I could feel his manhood inflating inside of
his swim shorts. He kissed my neck, and my body buzzed in response. His
hands slid down the sides of my thighs and gripped them from underneath,
gently lifting them upwards. He began bouncing me softly against his lap,
the shockwaves of his package mashing against my taint was driving me
nuts. He suddenly brought me down harder than I expected, and I bounced
off his lap once again, sending a little splash of water around us as my
body floated freely for a moment. His hands found my hips again and he
brought me back down. By now his cock was fully hard, and I felt like I
could feel his erection pulsing against me. It felt so much more defined
now, so I let my hands wander beneath me, where they came into contact
with David's hot skin. The skin of his waist, of his hips, of his
thighs. I knew, suddenly, that he had gotten fully naked. I lifted my
head suddenly and turned to him, "Babe..."

Instead of letting me finish he leaned into me and our lips met each
other in a slow but intense kiss. I pulled away and turned back around to
where Sam was still basking in the sun, his peachy butt wiggling slightly
as he readjusted on his towel. His bottoms rode up a bit further,
revealing the soft, pink skin around the boy's most intimate area. David
followed my line of sight and reached around, massaging my bulge with one
hand.

"It's okay, he can't hear us," David whispered, kissing my neck once
again. I moaned softly. David's hand dipped down the side of my bulge
and snuck underneath the band of my briefs, finding my hole. He massaged
my ass gently, his rigid dick still sidling between my crack. My head
dropped back once more as I let David explore my body.

"So tight..." I heard a voice whisper from somewhere. Not David's
voice. Not my own. I pretended that I had imagined it.

"That feels incredible, babe," I whispered as I nuzzled into him. I
felt a pressure at my hole, his finger pressing into me. The wet skin of
my ass resisted his fingers, so he pushed harder and harder until I heard
a  sudden `pop!'

I lifted my head and looked over at Sam, who had opened the bottle of
tanning lotion and squirted some onto his hand. Without sitting up, he
reach around and began rubbing it on his lower back, then reached even
lower, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his speedos as he
began massaging it onto his butt. He was struggling to work around the
fabric of his tiny briefs but persisted in working the lotion onto his
butt. My vision blurred, so I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to
refocus.

"Hey, Sammy!" David called out, loudly. This got the boy's attention,
and Sam turned to us. I sunk deeper into the water, afraid that the boy
would somehow be able to see what was going on beneath the surface.

"Can I borrow some of that?" David asked, nodding in the direction of
the lotion. With my eyes still closed, I heard a shuffling from where Sam
lay and then the smack of a lotion bottle landing in David's free hand.

"Good hands, son," David noted, as the boy went back to sun bathing. My
cock ached. My head felt heavy, as did my balls. I heard a squirt from
behind me, barely registering what the sound was until it was too late. I
felt like I was floating just outside of my body, although I could still
feel everything happening to me, I could do little to control my
movements. I felt something tugging beneath me, then a pressure again. I
didn't realise David's cock was pressing into me until the head was
already inside. I braced my hands on the side of the spa and jolted
upright, which only drove his cock deeper.

"D-David we can't...." I moaned groggily, "we... we can't," I tried
to flail my legs and David grabbed them.

"Shh, don't splash," he whispered, warningly. I looked over at the
boy, and my head spun. There was no way this was happening. The boy, like
his father, was now completely naked - his speedos were nowhere in sight.
His pale butt cheeks glistened in the sun, slick with lotion. I could
just make out the blonde peach fuzz of hair leading into his butt crack.
I thought if he lifted his hips slightly we would be able to see his most
intimate, delicate area.

"Fuuuck," Whispered a low voice behind me. I wondered if David was
watching too.


His greasy cock slid deeper into me and I clenched my ass around him, the
only thing I could do to stop him from driving his cock home. He kissed
my neck.

"Shh, relax baby, just let it happen." I whimpered slightly, scared to
lose control but desperate to feel his cock hammer against my prostate.
Relenting, I unclenches my ass muscles, feeling his cock glide up inside
of me easily. When I felt the soft thud of my taint against his balls, I
let out a soft moan. This feeling was suddenly so right, exactly what my
body was craving. My crotch felt tighter than ever, and I realised that
my briefs were still on, and that David had pulled them to the side to
fuck me. He ran his greasy hands all over my body, my abs, my chest, my
legs. I began to squirm, desperate to feel more of him inside of me. His
cock felt incredible, but I needed more. I needed to be filled deeper,
stretched from within.

"Ahh fuck," he whispered aggressively, "you want this dick, baby?"

"Yesss ahh," I replied, tiny moans rising in my throat. Something
clicked inside of me. What was I doing? Why were we fucking right now, a
couple of feet away from David's son? And yet it was too late. David
began lifting me up, then dropping me again, causing a small ripple to
lap at the edges of the spa.

"D-David, wait-" he lifted me up and dropped me again, and I had to
muffle a louder moan.

"W-we shouldn't," He lifted me once more, then this time suspended me
in the water, half of his cock jutting out of me. He wrapped his thick
arms around the backs of my thighs. I wriggled silently in protest,
trying not to alert Sam but David was too powerful. He squeezed his
forearms against my thighs, pinning my legs back against my chest and
folding my body in half. I was trapped against his strong chest. If Sam
turned around right now it would be completely obvious what we were
doing. He'd probably never forgive us, and yet, David was unstoppable.
This time, instead of dropping me down on his cock, David slowly
re-entered me. His cock suddenly felt enormous, and for a fleeting moment
I was scared it might split me in half. I could've screamed, not from
the pain, but from the deep satisfaction of being filled to the brink.

"Gooood boy," he cooed, not in David's voice, but in the voice of the
man I had not seen for many, many years. In my father's voice. I choked
back a gasp, the sound dying in my throat. I shuddered shakily through
gritted teeth as his cock continued impaling me. It kept going and going.
It felt wrong to have something so large lodged inside of me and yet my
ass yearned for it. I could feel every veiny ridge, every rigid inch
dragging across my prostate, milking precum from the tip of my dick into
my speedos. The deeper he sunk into me the tighter his bear grip around
my body became. I felt joints in my back popping and cracking, my biceps
being crushed underneath his tight embrace. My ass cheeks pressed back
against David's stomach, though instead of meeting his smooth, toned
abs, my ass was now cushioned against a furry gut. His forearms, once
smooth, were now slick with coarse, black, prickly hair. The musky wood
smell from the other night returned. Once the final inch of his cock was
buried in me, I began to feel my insides deform, trying to accomodate
this new monster.

"Please, please, please," I whisper-begged, unsure of what I was
begging for or who I was begging to.

The breathing behind me became ragged, like a panting beast. He tried to
restrain his growling moans but they reverberating throughout his body,
and then through mine. My hands spilled out of his embrace and grappled
at the edge of the spa blindly as I felt the enormous weight of my
father's cock slowly exit me. Before I could get a firm grip on anything
solid, the cock slammed back home, driving deeper inside of me and
sending my body into a spasming recoil. This time, I almost let out a
yelp, choking it back into a squeaky hiss at the last moment. I tried
once more to find the edge of the spa, my fingers stretching desperately,
searching for something I knew was there but couldn't quite reach. The
force of my invader's cock plunging back inside of me sent water flying
across the dry cement. I watched Sam readjust on the towel, his hips
rising gently and pushing his tender cheeks apart slightly. My father
lifted me up and slammed me back down twice more, rapidly increasing
pace.

"Fuckkkk!" I squeaked out silently. I could feel that he was about to
fuck me with reckless abandon, completely indifferent to the presence of
the boy relaxing in the sun a few feet away from us. My eyes watered. I
could feel a moan swelling up inside of me as his cock built up a
rhythm.


I tried one more time to reach for it - my fingers brushed a hard nub.
The man grappling me could feel me trying to wriggle out of his embrace,
so he squeezed me tighter. I mustered the last bit of my energy to reach
for it, and found it! The button for the pool jets. I pushed it down and
collapsed back into my father's bear hug, letting out a deep groan which
I prayed was concealed by the sound of the jets bubbling to life in the
spa. My father, as I had anticipated, fucked me brutally, using my hole
like a lifeless fuck toy. My ass was throbbing. The pain was too much, it
was overwhelming, but I couldn't resist in fear that the commotion would
alert Sam. I could feel an unimaginable pressure building inside of me
and I tried to focus on steadying my breathing.


As my father began rhythmically pounding away at my insides, my
sensations metamorphosed in my body, and for a moment I had become
convinced that our bodies were now one organism. His feelings were my
own, all of my sensations belonged to him. I could feel his desperation,
his need to breed me. He could sense my desire to be fucked wildly.

"Yesss fuck me" I pleaded under my breath. His growling  had become
aggressive, spit flying through his gritted teeth and dripping down the
back of my neck. His hands found my mouth, and he shoved two fat fingers
between my lips which I sucked down greedily. His growls shifted into a
low groan and without warning I felt a flood of warm cum fountaining in
my gut. The warmth spread throughout my body like a fever, the force of
his orgasm sending shockwaves rippling through my body. My torso went
limp as my father continued his assault, fucking the cum deeper into my
guts. My ass was numb. My vision glazed over. Attempting to refocus it, I
looked around, absorbing my surroundings and seeking something to
concentrate on. I looked over at Sam, his shiny, boyish body, so pink and
lithe. His bubbly ass, perfectly round and wet. My gaze drifted upwards
to a small, bobbing head at the top of our fence, crowned with shaggy
brown hair, staring right at my husband and I. The head dropped back down
behind the fence to the yard neighbouring ours - Doug's yard. I passed
out.


When I woke, it was sometime in the evening. A bruising edge of sky
indicated that the sun had dipped below the horizon a while ago. My ass
throbbed. My stomach growled with hunger. I realised I could smell dinner
cooking. According to Dave, I had become so "relaxed" in the spa that I
fell asleep, and he carried me up to bed. At least that was the
explanation he gave over dinner that night while Sam was sat between us.
Later on, in the privacy of our bedroom, he would tell me that he thought
I had orgasmed so intensely that I was knocked unconscious, however this
was not the case either, since my speedos were clean of any cum, apart
from the precum I had leaked while my husband ravaged me. I could also
tell I hadn't cum because my nuts were aching, and I was still viciously
horny.

"Round two?" I hinted to David that night as we prepared for bed. He
chuckled warmly, "babe, no! I'm beat! I came so much this afternoon
I'm probably shooting blanks by now. Plus it's too risky, I think Sam
might've caught onto us in the spa, he's been acting funny all
afternoon." I groaned with disappointment, my hole aching to be filled.
As David disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth I pattered
quietly downstairs to fetch a drink. I turned the corner of the kitchen
and froze, caught off guard. Sam was standing in the open door of the
fridge, illuminated by the warm yellow light from within. He had a carton
of milk tilted up against his mouth. His developing Adam's apple bobbed
with each gulp. He tilted his head slightly, eyeing me from across the
kitchen. He didn't stop guzzling.

"Thirsty?" I asked as the boy placed the carton back in the fridge and
wiped the thin line of creamy milk from his upper lip.

"Ya, I think I got a bit dehydrated from all that sun today." He
explained in his weary, croaky voice. He was wearing nothing but a pair
of tight boxers, revealing the nicely warmed tone of his lower back,
which I suspected dipped further below his waistband after his little
exhibition by the pool today.

"I'm glad you're staying with us, Sam. I haven't really got to know
you very well over the years, so I'm excited that you're here now.
You're so grown up, really maturing into a young man," I offered
lightly, in an attempt to warm the boy up to me. He placed the carton
back into the fridge then walked over to where I was stood in the door
frame. Just as he began to pass me, he turned, both of us stood facing
each other in the door way, our backs against the frame. This was the
closest we had been to each other since he arrived, I thought. I could
feel his cool breathe on my neck. I could make out light blond hairs on
his chin. I could see tiny droplets of milk on the edge of his lip.

"I'm excited to get to know you too, Jack. My father really likes
you," He stared up at me and I was unsure of how to respond, so I just
smiled politely back at him.

"Good night," he said after a moment of tense silence, then, taking me
by surprise, leant in and hugged me. I hugged the boy, the skin of his
back hot to the touch. I felt our bulges press against each other through
the thin material of his boxers. Then he turned and went upstairs.


"Sam is pretty comfortable with his body, huh?" I asked David as he
came out of the shower.

"Yeah, sure. The kid's got a good figure, why shouldn't he be proud of
it?" He said, as I passed him a glass of water.

"Right! But getting naked in front of his Dad is a little..."

"Naked? What are you talking about?" He swallowed the whole glass down
and scrunched his face, "Has this glass been cleaned?" I waved my hand
dismissively.

"I'm talking about the pool, today. The way he just pulled his speedos
off." I explained matter-of-factly. It struck me as weird that David was
pretending to not have noticed it.

"Babe, I'm telling you, his speedos might've been a bit skimpy but he
kept them on the entire time, before and after you passed out."

Suddenly that moment came rushing back to me, the foggy surrealism of it
all. I remembered my father, who of course was not really there, gripping
me. How intensely real that felt. Could I have imagined David's son in
the nude, too? I momentarily considered the implications of this... two
separate yet simultaneous hallucinations? Jesus Christ, maybe I was
losing grip on reality. I eyed the empty glass I had just finished on the
bedside table, then my eyes flicked to the one in David's hand. I could
be heading down a dangerous road, I realised in that moment. And it may
be difficult to turn back.


It turns out, David did have some fuel left in the tank, after all. Some
time after we had climbed into bed, I found my skull being gripped by my
father's gigantic hands as he mashed my face against his groin. My
dick-sucking had rapidly escalated into suffocation within a few seconds.
His cock occupied every inch of my throat. I desperately tried to suck
air through my nose. My gag-reflex was spasming periodically, like a
broken alarm.  I clawed at his thighs until he let me up for air, at
which point he gripped me by the neck and flung me backward like a rag
doll. I landed on my back, at the foot of the bed. My head hung over the
edge limply. I found my upside-down reflection in the mirror-door of our
closet. I looked unrecognisable. My father climbed to his knees above me
and lifted my legs, exposing my hole, which he had ravished only hours
earlier.

"Please...." I uttered helplessly. I felt a heavy slab of cockmeat slap
against my tender ass and I flinched, gasping at the same time. As my
father began sliding his thick member inside of me, still slick with the
load from today, I absorbed the sight of our reflection in the mirror
once more. This man was hulking over me, so incredibly large. I searched
his face for any signs of David: any sympathy, any mercy. I found
nothing, just my father's cold gaze. For a moment I thought he may have
been making eye contact with me through the mirror, but as my eyes
adjusted to the darkness I realised that he was only staring at himself.
Admiring himself. His raw power. His perversion. As I felt his cock
continue filling me, I lost control of my senses. I could hear my own
voice, but couldn't locate it. It only sounded like faint whimpering
beneath the absent sound of my father's thundering growls. The bed began
to shake, the room began to shake. Our reflections became a blur. I felt
a tear stream from the side of my eye, climbing along my face. I closed
my eyes and submitted, blissfully, to the violation.


Chapter 3 Coming Soon...


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