A week after Pedro's slurred, rage-filled confession about savagely ass-raping his dad to "straighten the queer bastard out," he exploded through our Lisbon apartment door, his athletic frame still slick with garage grease, that cheap tracksuit molded to his firm, round ass and the hefty bulge in his crotch throbbing like he was replaying the incest violation on loop in his twisted mind. "Malika, you dripping little slut," he snarled, pinning me against the wall with his rock-hard body, his oily hands ripping my tank top open to expose my full, perky tits, fingers clamping down on my hard nipples like fucking vices until I yelped in pain and pleasure. "Those backstabbing punk bitches—Tiago, André, Rico—they leaked that goddamn video of Dad gulping cock like a cheap whore, made our family the suburb's punchline. I'm gonna shatter 'em—force 'em into the same degrading filth till they beg for mercy, their asses wrecked and leaking cum."
His tongue invaded my mouth like a thick cock, sloppy and dominant, tasting of beer and sweat, while his knee ground against my thong-clad pussy, soaking the thin fabric through with my juices as I ground back shamelessly. I played the concerned fiancée, my olive skin flushing hot, my shaved cunt clenching at the promise of more taboo man-on-man chaos—my forbidden kink for hairy guys pounding each other igniting like a massive cum explosion in my core. "What's the revenge plan, baby? Tell me everything," I moaned breathlessly, yanking his zipper down to free his veiny 7-inch dick, the mushroom head already slick with pre-cum, his heavy balls hanging low and musky from a day's work.
Pedro spat the scheme, his homophobic bile mixed with that emerging dark hunger bubbling up from his own fucked-up desires: "Truth or dare payback at Dad's shithole flat. Invite the whole crew like it's just beers and bullshit—me, you, Dad, the pot-bellied old fucks João, Manuel, Luis, and their cocky sons Tiago, André, Rico. Keep it chummy upfront, no red flags. But the jar's rigged to build the humiliation: sons tongue-fucking their dads' mouths deep and nasty, one kid stroking his dad's useless prick till it's leaking, a dad slurping his boy's cock like a cum-hungry fag, sons rimming those stinking hairy asses till they're shiny with spit, and the grand finale with sons raw-fucking their dads' tight shitholes till they breed 'em full of hot seed. Sons top, dads bottom like whimpering whores—no mercy, no pulling out. No escapes for these bastards. Victor—my cartel thug, the inked giant with that 9-inch hole-wrecker—joins as enforcer. Anyone bails? He rages 'cause he needs a full 'fun show' vid for his boss to sell on the dark web. Quit early, it's 50k cash on the spot, or he pulps their faces into bloody mush with his fists."
My clit pulsed hard, my mind reeling with vivid visions of sons dominating their hairy dads—thick cocks stretching unwilling holes, grunts of disgust turning to moans of forbidden ecstasy. "You're an evil fucking genius, Pedro," I purred, sinking to my knees on the cold tile floor, his pants pooling at his ankles as I deepthroated his shaft in one go, gagging on the salty girth that tasted of sweat, oil, and a faint hint of piss from his unwashed day. He skull-fucked me rough, hands fisting my hair, hips slamming forward until his balls slapped my chin. "Swallow my seed, you filthy bitch—take every drop like the cum-dump you are," he groaned, blasting thick, hot ropes down my throat, the overflow dribbling onto my heaving tits as I gulped it all greedily. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I fingered my sopping pussy solo right there, scissoring two fingers deep into my slick folds while thumbing my swollen clit furiously, squirting a gush of juices onto the floor as I climaxed to fantasies of dad-son ass-pounding, hairy bodies slamming together in a sweaty, cum-soaked frenzy.
Pedro called 'em up sweet, playing the chill bro: "Tiago, dude! Saturday at Dad's—Sagres beers, laughs, truth or dare rematch. You and your old man João in?" Tiago hyped back: "Fuck yes, Pedro! Last game was iconic—your dad chugging Rico's load like a pro? Hilarious shit. Dad's pumped too; he's been talking about it all week." André: "We're game, bro! Luis needs the energy after his boring-ass week; extra booze incoming from me." Rico: "Obvious yes, man. Malika, you better wear that short skirt—ass on display for us to ogle." The dads bought in easy: João: "Sounds ace, Carlos! Brews with the boys—count me in for some rowdy fun." Manuel: "I'm down, pal—nothing like a rowdy time to blow off steam." Luis: "Prime vibes? We're smiling—bring on the dares."
Sweltering Saturday hit, the block stinking of hanging laundry, cig ash, and faint piss from the alleys. Carlos's dingy pad was the spot—his wife Maria off factory-slaving, oblivious to the depravity about to unfold. Carlos lounged in his stained wifebeater and shorts, his hairy beer gut wobbling as he hugged Pedro awkwardly, the rape memory making his bearded face twitch with unease while he scratched at his crotch bulge absentmindedly. "Everyone's here? Cool," he grunted, voice laced with forced casualness, his eyes darting away from Pedro's smirking gaze. The group arrived buzzing: João waddled in, his massive belly flopping over his belt, high-fives flying like old times; Manuel sweated through greetings, his shirt clinging to his hairy back; Luis grinned wide, slapping backs. The sons strutted in cocky: Tiago with chains dangling from his neck, ogling my hips in my tiny skirt; André energetic and loud; Rico winking at me suggestively.
Then Victor stormed in, a 6'5" tatted beast with gold teeth leering under his jacketed Glock, his presence sucking the air out of the room. "Pedro's party? Let's crank this shit up," he growled, his voice like gravel, making everyone shift uncomfortably but too buzzed on beer to question it yet. Beers flowed freely, banter roared through the cramped living room—stories of work, women, and wild nights. "Remember Carlos throating Rico last time? Beard soaked in spit and cum—classic!" Tiago laughed, pointing at Carlos. Carlos reddened, shifting in his seat: "Hey, dare's a dare—rules are rules, you little shit." Pedro smirked: "This game's gonna top that by a mile. Jar's ready—let's see who gets fucked first." I shook the jar teasingly, my thong peeking out as I bent over, tits bouncing in my low-cut top. "Dares only—fun locked in, boys."
They formed a circle on the ratty rug, the TV droning football in the background, the air thick with sweat, beer, and that underlying male musk starting to build. "To the gang—may the dares be wild as fuck!" Manuel toasted, clinking bottles. "Hell yeah—bring on the humiliation!" Rico echoed, all of them sitting happy and clueless, the jar passing like a bomb about to detonate.
Tiago drew first: "Tongue-kiss your dad for 30 seconds—full on, no holding back." He chuckled at first, then scowled in horror: "Tongue? With my own dad? That's incest fag gross—fuck this!" He stood to bail: "I'm out, this is bullshit." João nodded, face paling: "Yep, too far—let's call it." But Victor raged up, towering over them with veins bulging: "Boss needs the full vid for dark web sales! You short me on content? 50k cash right now or I pulp your faces into red paste—choose, pussies!" Tiago's eyes widened in fear: "What the fuck, man? This is serious?" João stammered: "We can't... but okay, fine—let's just get it over with." They complied grimly, lips smashing together, tongues slopping wet and invasive, saliva stringing between their beards as they swapped spit. Tiago pulled back after, spitting on the floor: "Revolting—tasted like old beer and regret. Never again." João wiped his mouth, muttering: "Felt wrong... but we had no choice."
André next: "Jerk your dad's cock for two minutes—make it hard, no excuses." He laughed nervously at first, then horrified: "Stroke my old man's dick? That's vile—incest perversion!" Flee attempt: "I'm gone, this is insane." Luis: "Too much—I'm with him." Victor fumed, slamming a fist into his palm: "Dark web demands the full show—pay 50k or bleed!" André cursed under his breath: "Fuck you all—this is humiliating." He yanked Luis's shorts down roughly—hairy gut spilling out, soft wrinkly cock flopping free with a musky sweat-piss tang hitting the air. André gripped it, jerking firm and steady, but Luis's ED kept it limp as a wet noodle, no twitch despite the effort. Laughs exploded around the room: "Limp-dick Luis! No man left—your cock's dead and buried!" Pedro mocked, pointing. "ED gramps—useless balls, can't even get it up for your own son!" Tiago jeered. Luis hung his head in shame: "I... I try, but it just won't... feels so embarrassing." André pulled his hand away disgusted: "Pathetic prick—made me feel like a fool touching that floppy shit."
Rico's turn: "Have your dad suck your cock for a minute—deep as he can go." He smirked initially, then repulsed: "A blowjob from my own dad? That's revolting—pure fag shit!" Bolt attempt: "Bye, I'm not doing this." Manuel: "With him—let's leave." Victor blasted: "Full show vid or 50k—don't test me!" Both faces twisted in disgust at the start—Manuel kneeling shakily, Rico's thick 6-incher springing free from his jeans, musky teen sweat wafting up, the veiny shaft already half-hard and intimidating. Manuel gagged taking the head into his mouth, licking the salty slit tentatively, bobbing shallow in horror. Rico shuddered: "This is so wrong, Dad—feels dirty as hell." But as the warm suck continued, Rico slightly enjoyed it, his cock twitching to full hardness: "Fuck... deeper, old man—don't half-ass it." He grabbed Manuel's head, thrusting his hips to face-fuck him, Manuel's eyes watering. Manuel's own cock hardened unexpectedly in his shorts, leaking pre visibly down his hairy thigh. Manuel pulled off briefly, confused and ashamed: "Why am I getting hard? My son's dick... I shouldn't like this, it's fucked up." But he dove back in eager, deepthroating to the balls, saliva dripping down his beard as he slurped hungrily on the massive length. Rico groaned loud: "Oh shit, that's good—keep sucking, you pervert!" He blasted ropes down Manuel's throat, Manuel swallowing gagging, his own dick pulsing hands-free, cum erupting untouched in his shorts, staining the fabric dark with thick ropes seeping out the leg hole onto the carpet. The room erupted in riotous laughter: "Manuel jizzed hands-free while sucking his son's cock! What a filthy pervert dad!" Pedro howled. "Leaking like a total fag while throating boy-meat—hilarious and pathetic!" Tiago piled on. Manuel sat back ashamed, wiping cum from his lips: "I don't get why... it felt good against my will. God, what the hell is wrong with me?"
Pedro drew: "Rim your dad's ass for two minutes—tongue deep in that hole." He spread Carlos's hairy crack wide, the musky, sweaty scent assaulting his nose, and tongued it mechanical at first, lapping at the puckered ring with flat strokes, Carlos squirming: "Pedro... this is humiliating, son—feels so exposed." Pedro muttered: "Just shut up and take it, old man—your ass tastes like shit anyway." But as he delved deeper, probing with his tongue, a strange thrill built, making his 7-inch cock throb hard.
The last dare fell to Tiago again: "Raw-fuck your dad's ass and cum inside—no pulling out." "Fuck my own dad? That's disgusting incest rape—hell no!" Tiago screamed, rushing for the door: "I'm out!" João pleaded: "Please, let us go." Victor livid, blocking the exit: "Vid complete or 50k—I'll break your legs if I have to!" Tiago's face contorted in rage and fear: "You sick bastards—this is twisted!" He shoved João over the couch roughly, ripping his shorts down to expose the hairy ass, spitting on his throbbing 8-incher before ramming into the tight ring—the hole stretching painfully, João yelping: "Ahh, son—it hurts! Slow down, please!" Tiago hissed: "Gross shithole—feels like I'm fucking a sewer." He thrust slow at first, the musk rising sweaty and assy, but João started enjoying it against his will, moaning low: "Deeper, Tiago—fuck me good, make it count!" Seeing his dad bitch out like that enraged Tiago further: "Take it, you moaning fag—beg for your son's cock!" He brutalized harder, balls slapping against the furry taint, spanking the cheeks red as João's gut jiggled with each pound. João totally submitted, voice breaking: "Breed your bitch-dad, boy! Own my ass—fill me up!" The velvet grip hooked Tiago—he started enjoying the taboo heat, groaning: "Fuck yeah, tight hole... squeezing my dick so good," pounding feral and animalistic until he blasted deep ropes, cum flooding João's guts and leaking creamy white as João spurted hands-free onto his belly, crying out: "Yes, son—I'm cumming from your cock!"
Seeing Tiago breed João like a whore sent shockwaves through the room—Manuel's cock re-hardened in his cum-stained shorts, twitching visibly: "God, that looked intense... my ass is clenching just watching." Rico's 6-incher stirred too, half-hard in his pants: "Fuck, Dad—did that turn you on? 'Cause it's making me horny as hell now." João, ass leaking cum down his thighs, suggested breathlessly: "Luis... you should try it with André—feels amazing, man, once you get past the shame." Hearing that, the others eyed their pairs hungrily—André locked eyes on Luis: "You're not even a man anymore, Dad—limp prick flopping around. Suck me like the bitch you are, prove you can do something right." Luis submitted in shame, kneeling with tears in his eyes: "I... I don't want to, but okay—anything to end this." He slurped André's veiny 9-incher tentatively at first, both disgusted, gagging on the musky length: "Tastes wrong, son—salty and forbidden, and so fucking big." But it turned eager fast, André face-fucking him deep: "Deeper, you worthless old fag—choke on it!" Until André came down his throat, Luis swallowing with a moan: "Why does it feel good now? I hate this..."
The escalation hit like a fucking avalanche—everybody stripping fully, fucking wild and unrestrained, the room filling with a thick musk-piss-sweat-man odor haze, the carpet slick with sweat, spit, and cum puddles. Tiago flipped João into missionary, legs hooked over his shoulders, hairy calves brushing his sides as he reamed the seeded hole squelching with each thrust of his 8-incher: "Take my cock again, Dad—you love being my cum-dump, don't you?" João moaned blissfully: "Yes, son—pound my ass harder, make me your whore forever!" They kissed with cum-slick tongues, sloppy and passionate, Tiago's balls slapping wetly as he bred him a second time.
André bent Luis over doggy-style on the floor, spitting on his hole before slamming in raw with his massive 9-incher: "Your limp dick's flopping useless— this hole owns you now, Dad!" Luis whimpered in pain turning to pleasure: "It hurts... but fuck, deeper—wreck me, son, stretch me with that monster!" André mocked relentlessly: "Useless man—cum from my cock like a good bitch!" Pounding until Luis spurted hands-free, ass clenching around him.
Rico mounted Manuel reverse cowgirl, slamming down into the hairy ass with wet smacks of his 6-incher: "Ride my dick, pervert—jerk your leaking cock while I breed you!" Manuel stroked himself frantically: "Feels so good, Rico—your cock's stretching me wide... cum inside, please!" Rico jerked his dad's dick in rhythm, both groaning until they exploded together, cum spraying everywhere.
Carlos, watching the orgy unfold, couldn't hold back—he bent over the couch, ass up and spread: "Pedro... fuck me, son—after seeing all this, I need your cock again. Make it hurt, make it good." Pedro, fully embracing his new liking for gay sex from these son-dad fucks, rammed in passionately with his 7-incher, slow deep thrusts that made Carlos gasp: "Yes, son—own your dad's hole, just like before." They built intense, huffing each other's musk, Pedro kissing his neck: "Love owning your tight ass, Dad—feels right now." He bred deep with a roar, Carlos hands-free spurting ropes onto the cushions: "I'm yours, Pedro—cum in me anytime."
Victor, who'd been filming the whole depraved scene with his phone, felt his massive 9-incher throbbing hard in his pants, the sight of all the son-dad fucking pushing him over the edge. With no partner of his own, he eyed Pedro and Carlos just starting another round—Pedro sliding back into Carlos's cum-slick hole. "Yo, Pedro," Victor growled, stripping off his jacket and pants to reveal his inked, muscled body and that veiny 9-inch beast, already leaking pre. "Your dad's ass looks primed—mind if I join? Let's DP this whore, stretch him double-wide." Pedro grinned wickedly, pulling out halfway: "Hell yeah, big man—hop in, wreck him with me." They positioned Carlos on his back, legs spread wide, Pedro shoving back into his ass while Victor lubed up with spit and cum from the floor, then pushed his thick head alongside Pedro's shaft, forcing the hole to stretch impossibly wide around both cocks. Carlos screamed at first: "Ahh, fuck—too big, you're splitting me apart!" But as they synced their thrusts, pounding in tandem, the pain melted into ecstasy, Carlos moaning super hard, voice breaking: "Oh god, yes—double-fuck me, sons! Fill my slutty hole, make me your cum-bucket! Harder, you bastards—I'm cumming already!" His body shook, spurting hands-free again and again, the double penetration sending him into overdrive, ass clenching around the two dicks as they bred him deep, cum overflowing in messy ropes.
Seeing Carlos enjoying the DP so much—writhing and begging like a total whore—the other dads perked up, eyes glazing with new lust. João panted: "Fuck, that looks insane... next time, Tiago, bring a friend—we're doing DP on my ass too." Manuel nodded eagerly: "Yeah, Rico—double-stuff me, make me scream like that." Luis, still leaking from his own fuck, whimpered: "André, promise me DP next orgy— I need to feel that full." The sons smirked, already plotting.
After the climaxes—cum everywhere, swallowed down throats, rubbed into hairy chests, leaking from wrecked asses—everyone huffed exhausted on the floor, bodies entangled in a sweaty heap. Tiago panted: "Fuck... that was intense. Hated it at first, but now? I want more." João nodded, ass throbbing: "Me too, son—let's make this regular." The group decided unanimously: "Regular dad-son orgies here at Carlos's—every weekend, breed the old holes raw, and throw in some DP action." Pedro grinned wickedly: "Family tradition now, you filthy fags—welcome to the club." Victor filmed it all, smirking: "Boss'll love this vid—pure gold for the dark web." I watched from the corner, fingering myself to another squirting orgasm, thrilled at the taboo chaos I'd helped unleash.
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