My boyfriend is from a fucked up family

It was Saturday evening, the sun dipping low as I walked up to my boyfriend's house. Jake, my schoolmate and the guy I'd been hooking up with for two weeks had texted me to come over. His place was cozy, a two-story suburban home with the living room lights flickering from the TV. I knocked, and he answered quick, grinning that cocky smile that always got me wet. 'Hey, babe,' he said, pulling me inside for a quick kiss.

His dad was sprawled in the sitting room on the recliner, eyes glued to some action movie blasting explosions and gunfire. The volume was up loud, but still, I felt a thrill of nerves as Jake grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his room.

'Dad's just chilling with his flick,' Jake whispered, shutting the door behind us but not locking it. The house wasn't huge—sounds carried easy.

We barely made it to his bed before he was on me, hands sliding under my shirt to cup my tits, thumbs rubbing my nipples through my bra until they hardened. 'Fuck, I need you,' he growled, kissing my neck, his erection pressing against my thigh. I moaned softly, heat pooling between my legs, but glanced at the door.

'Wait, Jake... your dad's right downstairs. What if he hears us?'

He chuckled, yanking my shirt over my head and unhooking my bra in one smooth move, tossing them aside. His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard while his hand dipped into my jeans, fingers finding my soaked panties.

'Of course it's okay. He's got the movie cranked—won't hear a thing. Besides, I wanna fuck you right here, make you scream my name.' His words sent a shiver through me, pussy clenching at the risk. I nodded, too turned on to argue, and helped him strip me naked, my jeans and panties kicked off to the floor.

Jake shoved his shorts down, his hard cock springing free. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slow as he pushed me back onto the bed, spreading my legs wide. 'Look at that pretty pussy,' he said, rubbing the head of his cock along my slit, coating himself in my juices. I bit my lip, hips bucking up. 'Just fuck me already.'

He thrust in deep with one hard push, stretching my walls around his girth. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he started pounding, bed creaking under us. The movie's bass thrummed through the floor, masking our rhythm at first, but my moans grew louder with each slam of his hips. 'Oh Jake... yes, fuck my pussy,' I whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.

He grinned down at me, sweat beading on his forehead, cock pistoning in and out relentlessly. 'That's it, take it all. Your cunt's gripping me so tight.' He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a sloppy kiss, tongue fucking my mouth like his dick was fucking my hole. I could hear faint dialogue from the TV downstairs—his dad laughing at something—but it only made me hotter, the danger spiking my arousal.

I reached between us, rubbing my clit in fast circles as he railed me. Pleasure built quick, coiling tight in my core. 'I'm gonna cum,' I panted, breaking the kiss. 'Cum on my cock, babe. Squeeze me.' His thrusts turned brutal, balls slapping my ass, and I shattered—pussy convulsing, juices squirting around his shaft as waves of orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, louder than I meant, but the movie's gunfire covered it.

Jake didn't stop, flipping me onto my stomach and yanking my hips up. He slapped my ass hard, then plunged back in from behind, fucking me doggy-style with deep, punishing strokes. 'Fuck, your ass looks so good bouncing like that.' I buried my face in the pillow, muffling my screams as he hit my g-spot over and over. His hand snaked around, fingers pinching my clit, and I came again, harder, body shaking.

'Your turn,' I gasped, pushing back against him. I wanted to feel him explode inside me. He groaned, pace faltering as he gripped my hips bruisingly tight. 'Shit, Jill... here it comes.' With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, hot cum flooding my pussy in thick spurts. I milked every drop, clenching around him until he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting.

We lay there sticky and spent, his cock softening inside me as cum leaked out onto the sheets. Downstairs, the movie credits rolled, but his dad never came up. Jake kissed my shoulder. 'Told you it'd be fine.' I smiled, blissed out, already thinking about round two. But then Jake propped himself up on one elbow, looking at me with that casual grin, like he hadn't just pounded me into the mattress.

'Hey, will you let my dad fuck you real quick.'

I blinked, my post-orgasm haze shattering. I was 15 at the time, still catching my breath with his cum dripping from my pussy, and he just drops that? Shock hit me like a slap. My heart raced, a mix of nerves and that twisted thrill bubbling up. 'What the fuck? When?'

'Right now,' he said, hopping off the bed like it was no big deal. His dick still half-hard and shiny from our fuck, swinging as he pulled on his shorts and headed for the door. I sat up, naked and exposed, thighs slick, watching him go. Part of me screamed to stop this, but the bigger part—the slutty, defiant one—spread her legs wider in anticipation.

Jake was back in under a minute, his dad trailing behind him. Mr. Ron—yeah, same last name as my bio dad from that other fucked-up dream, but this was real life, or at least my fantasy spin—was in his early 40s, broad-shouldered, with a thick beard and a gut that strained his t-shirt. He'd paused the movie, I guess, eyes locking on me immediately, raking over my bare tits, the mess between my legs. No shock on his face, just hunger.

Jake plopped down on the edge of the bed right next to me, legs spread casual. 'Go on, Dad. She's good pussy.' Mr. Ron didn't hesitate, unzipping his jeans as he stepped closer, pulling out a fat cock—thicker than Jake's, veined and heavy, already throbbing. I stared, mouth watering despite myself. He grabbed my ankles, yanking me toward him so my ass hung off the mattress, feet dangling.

'I have missed young cunt,' he grunted, rubbing his cockhead along my sloppy slit, mixing his precum with Jake's load. I whimpered, glancing at Jake, who just nodded, hand idly stroking himself through his shorts. Mr. Harlan thrust in hard, no warmup—his girth splitting me open, balls-deep in one go. I cried out, back arching as he stretched my cum-filled pussy wider.

He fucked me like a man possessed, hips slamming forward, bed shaking under the force. His hands pinned my thighs apart, thumbs digging into my skin as he pounded relentlessly. 'Tight little whore,' he growled, watching his shaft disappear into me over and over, my juices and Jake's cum frothing around the base. I moaned loud, no holding back now—the risk was gone, replaced by raw filth. My tits bounced with every brutal thrust, nipples hard peaks.

Jake watched close, inches away, his breathing heavy. 'Fuck her harder, Dad. Make her squirt.' Mr. Ron obliged, angling deep to hammer my g-spot, one hand dropping to slap my clit sharp. Pain and pleasure exploded—I bucked wild, pussy clenching as I came hard, squirting around his pistoning cock, soaking his jeans. 'Yes! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!' I screamed, no filter.

He didn't slow, grunting as he railed through my spasms. 'Gonna fill this slutty teen's hole.' His pace stuttered, then he buried deep, cock pulsing as ropes of thick cum erupted inside me, mixing with Jake's, overflowing down my asscrack. He held there, grinding, until every drop was pumped in, then pulled out with a wet pop, cum gushing from my wrecked pussy.

Mr. Ron zipped up, slapped my thigh. 'Good girl.' He left without another word, movie resuming downstairs. I lay panting, pussy throbbing and leaking a creamy mess, staring at Jake. He leaned in, kissed me sloppy. 'See? Hot as fuck.'

Later, after we'd cleaned up a bit—me wiping cum from my thighs with his t-shirt—I couldn't shake it. 'You had to feel at least a little jealous or something.'

He shrugged, pulling me against his chest. 'Nah, it's no big deal.'

Curiosity burned. 'Has your dad fucked any other girlfriends of yours?'

'Oh yeah.'

'Tell me! Who? When?'

He just chuckled, cutting me off. 'I always share with dad. As long as we are together, he'll fuck you.' It drove me crazy, imagining him passing around his girls like party favors. This is one hell of a fucked up family but I will stick around and see where it goes.