Dexter Dad

**Continuation**

Dexter’s father had been standing in the shadowed doorway of the lab the entire time.

He never made a sound.

He watched Action Hank’s thick black cock stretch his wife open, watched those heavy hips slam against the soft white ass sealed in green, watched the wet slap of dark skin on pale flesh, and watched the moment Hank unloaded deep inside her. Thick ropes of black seed flooded her womb while she cried out in that high, broken voice she had never used with him.

When Hank finally pulled out, a heavy river of white cum poured from her gaping pussy and ran down the shiny green thighs. Her hole stayed open, pink and ruined, still twitching around nothing.

Dexter’s father stepped forward on silent feet. His own cock was already out—small, pale, and painfully hard. It looked almost ridiculous next to the mess Hank had left behind.

He didn’t speak. He simply pressed the tip of his little white cock against the cum-slick entrance of his wife’s used pussy and pushed in.

It slid in easily. She was so stretched and so full of another man’s seed that his thin shaft barely touched the sides. The thick black cum coated him instantly, warm and slippery. He could feel Hank’s load still pulsing deeper inside her, and every shallow thrust only stirred more of it out around his tiny cock.

He lasted less than a minute.

A weak, pathetic spurt left him, disappearing into the flood of darker, thicker seed already claiming her. He pulled out quickly, ashamed of how little he had added, and stared at the way her pussy immediately closed a little around the emptiness—still gaping, still leaking black cum onto the lab floor.

Then he looked at the tight, untouched ring of her ass.

Hank hadn’t taken that yet.

Dexter’s father spit on the tiny head of his cock, pressed it against the soft green fabric covering her asshole, and pushed. The material gave, then her tight ring gave, and his small white cock sank into the hot, unused hole.

He fucked her ass with short, desperate strokes while more of Hank’s cum continued to drip from her pussy onto the floor between her high-heeled feet. The contrast was obscene—his thin pale shaft disappearing into the soft white ass that had just been pounded by something far thicker and darker.

From the other side of the wall his wife only moaned softly, still dazed, still full of another man’s seed. She didn’t even seem to notice the difference in size.

Dexter’s father kept thrusting, eyes locked on the way her ruined pussy continued to leak Action Hank’s cum while he used the only hole that still felt tight around him.

He came again—another weak, watery pulse deep in her ass—then pulled out and simply stood there, breathing hard, staring at the two used holes of his wife.

One still overflowing with thick black seed.

The other stretched around the memory of his own small white cock.

He never said a word.