Shared by Father and Son

CW: Themes of incest and non-consent. This is a fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18.

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Diane meets Ethan after she's already been hitchhiking cross-country for a few months. He picks her up outside of Chicago and they hit it off right away. They start traveling together, fooling around while bouncing between cities, till eventually he decides he needs to head home for a few months. She has no specific place to go, so she tags along when he invites her to join him.

It turns out that home for Ethan is a cozy cabin in the woods. Snowy, isolated, not much to do. And it turns out that it's not just Ethan who calls the cabin home. His father, Paul, lives there too. Diane has to admit that Paul is impressive for an older man. He's so much like his son in build and in rugged good looks. They're both muscular with rough hands. They both spend lots of time chopping wood.

In the evenings the three of them make a fire and sit around chatting, covered in blankets and warm sweaters. Sometimes Diane sits in Ethan's lap and he gropes her under her sweater while they talk, hardly even trying to hide it from his father. She leans her head back onto his shoulder, tilting her face up and exposing her neck. She loses track of the conversation as father and son talk in low deep voices. Eventually, Paul turns in. When they hear his door close upstairs, Diane will turn to face Ethan, straddle his lap, and they'll fuck wildly. She rides him, bucking on top of him while he shoves his fingers in her mouth to muffle her moans and screams.

Then one night, as the fire begins to fade to embers, and the young lovers are getting close and cozy under their blanket, Paul stands up as if to leave. But he doesn't leave. He walks over to their loveseat. Diane is leaning back against Ethan's chest while he gropes her tits with abandon.

Paul stands over her. He's tired of pretending not to see what is going on. He reaches out and cradles Diane's chin in his palm. His thumb brushes her lips. He looks into her eyes and waits for her to invite him in. Her lips part and he moves his thumb into her mouth feeling her gentle, persistent sucking. Paul lets out a guttural moan. She takes his other hand and places it on her breast. Now both men are kneading her tits and Ethan is parting her thighs with his free hand.

Diane grinds against Ethan like an animal in heat. Her smell is driving both men wild. Soon Paul is using both hands to maul Diane's tits while he bends down to suck on them hungrily. All these nights he's watched his son playing with them; now he's taking his turn. Meanwhile, Ethan is gripping Diane's thighs with such fierceness, pulling them apart to show off her dripping cunt. He speaks in her ear,

"You want us to fuck you, Diane?"

"Yes, yes," she pants breathlessly.

Paul needs no more encouragement. In a flash his hand is on her cunt. Then her hand is on his, guiding him to what feels good. With his other hand he loosens his belt. The sound of the metal clinking open and the zipper falling almost send her over the edge. He shows off his cock to her, letting her admire his full length, hard and ready for her. He keeps his thumb on her clit, caressing it as he guides his cock into her cunt. She's so wet and tight. He starts slowly, finding a rhythm, letting her open up to him.

Diane's head lolls back, eyes closed, and she hears Ethan's voice once again in her ear. "You like my father's cock inside you?" he asks.

All she can do is nod frantically and turn her head to kiss him. Ethan breaks away, holding her inches from his lips by her throat. "I knew you would, you little slut," he says smiling. "I knew you wanted him to hear you cumming every night so he'd come down and join us. Fucking cock-hungry whore."

As he says this, Paul pushes hard on her clit and grinds into her deeply, holding himself against her as she shudders and cums so loud, holding nothing back. She falls limp in a daze as Paul smiles at Ethan over Diane's spent body. "Your turn, son," he says, "And time for me to try that mouth." He grabs a fist full of Diane's hair and tilts her face towards him.

"Time to clean me up, girl."

She gives him a cum-drunk smile and gets to work, licking her juices off his cock. She explores his shaft with her tongue. Kisses and sucks the tip with her lips. Paul moans and keeps his grip gently but firmly in her hair. Let her go at her own easy pace for now, he thinks. There will be plenty of time to facefuck this whore later.

Meanwhile, Ethan is shifting behind her, slipping off his sweatpants so she can feel his warmth against her dripping pussy. His cock nestles between her pussy lips, thick and firm. She rocks her hips back and forth, sliding her wetness along the length of his member. The more frantic she gets for Ethan's cock inside her, the more deeply she takes Paul into her mouth.

"Goddamn, boy, where did you find this slut?" Paul moans. "She sucks cock like a pro."

"She better," replied Ethan. "I found her up hitchhiking a few miles outside Chicago. Said she was going cross-country. I bet she fucked every guy who picked her up. Whether she wanted to or not."

At that moment, Ethan grabbed Diane by the waist and speared her on his slick cock. Even though she'd just been fucked by his father, Ethan was so long and thick, she felt like it would split her in half.

"Isn't that right, my little rape-bait?" Ethan growls as he pounds her pussy relentlessly. "You like being picked up by strangers and bent over the hood of their cars? You like kneeling by the side of the road sucking random cock just to get a lift? You're lucky I found you. Daddy and I are going to take good care of you."

Ethan's thrusts keep pushing her to take more of his father's cock. With Paul's cock deep in her throat and Ethan slamming into her cervix she's never felt so full.

"Watch this Dad," says Ethan. He reaches out and grabs her nipple, twisting hard. Diane tries to yell but her mouth is full of cock, her head held still by Paul's strong hands. Ethan twists with renewed force and says, "Cum on my cock, rape slut. You know you want to."

On command, Diane starts convulsing with her second orgasm of the night. The men hold her tight between them till she stops shaking.

They ease her to the floor and wrap her in blankets. "Good girl," says Paul, petting her hair softly now. "You really are made for fucking," says Ethan sweetly. She falls asleep with her head on Paul's chest and Ethan spooning her cozily from behind.