Another surprise.

Mr. Thornhaven's thrusts slow as he pumps the last of his cream into you. You moan and wriggle, milking his cock, your body and mind aflame with conflicting sensations of pain from your stretched and ravished rosebud, shuddering orgasmic pleasure, shame at your degradation and exquisite joy at the feeling of being utterly possessed by a strong man.

You're purring with the afterglow, rocking against the cock filling and stretching your ass, your hands relaxing their tight grip on the cushions, your mind starting to wonder if he has more plans for your body. You sense that you will let him do almost anything, let him use you as he will, know that you have embraced your submission, even welcoming the pain of your violation.

It is in the midst of these profoundly sexual musings, Mr. Thornhaven's slowly wilting cock still buried in your ass, that a voice breaks into your dazed and wandering thoughts.

"Hey Dad, got here as soon as I could! See you started without me."

You look up to see Cody, no longer the gangly fourteen year old you remember but lean and wiry nineteen. You give a little squeak of shock and embarrassment, trying to squirm away from Mr. Thornhaven, but he holds you tight.

"Sorry son, couldn't wait. Got here and she was horning out to a movie, half naked and ripe for the fucking," he chuckles and gives your ass a pat with one hand. "Not to worry, she's got lots more for both of us, don't you Lisa?"

You're too shocked to answer, simply staring in fear and anticipation at Cody stripping off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants, his intense green eyes focussed hungrily on you.