{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"0fea0e5e-23e2-4a13-aadd-e8819a9f88b9","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-08-11T17:45:24.835Z","title":"A Dog's Tale","slug":"a-dogs-tale","shortId":"jS7XExBU","authorNote":"\"What did you get for Christmas?\" people ask. For my eighteenth Christmas, I was given a brand new life.","disclaimer":"This story has previously been published on another site, although it is not in its entirety.","type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"An eighteen year old boy's transition from farmboy to full-fledged cum-whore.","partCount":8,"parts":[{"partId":"f55f2874-ee1f-44d6-93f7-720bc6fd01d1","title":"Chapter 1 - A Family Affair","summary":"Watching the big-titted\nblonde straddling my chest, peeing the cum off my face, feeling yet another\n","wordCount":5988,"readTime":30,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"9cb7c2f6-cb3e-4d8f-a6ca-e4c961b32fd9","title":"Chapter 2 - Siblings Greetings","summary":"The\nfollowing morning arose with cloudy skies and a fresh dusting of snow on the\nground. Since every","wordCount":4406,"readTime":22,"number":2,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"a965a37d-fb3f-4b3c-91a8-8c5b3d20c8bf","title":"Chapter 3 - Aunt Chloe","summary":"Dinner that night\nturned into a boozy affair, and I even managed to grab a few beers with good\nhelp ","wordCount":5024,"readTime":25,"number":3,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"588e1365-677f-4bde-bda4-ad6c0ad6187b","title":"Chapter 4 - Shaquila's Revenge","summary":"I woke up\nto a heavy knock on my door, my ass still leaking Aunt Chloe’s cum.“Ritch!”\nStan’s voice h","wordCount":8573,"readTime":43,"number":4,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"7471b3f9-fea1-4858-bad5-b41447b99a32","title":"Chapter 5 - Mother's Love","summary":"Dinner that\nnight had an empty chair, but Shaquila’s chatter made Monique’s absence nearly\ninvisible","wordCount":3530,"readTime":18,"number":5,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"a9cfdb9c-6312-4bd9-a684-61514c083aa0","title":"Chapter 6 - In Heat","summary":"I woke up early and deliriously horny. It was barely past 7\nam, my ass was still throbbing, and I wa","wordCount":3602,"readTime":18,"number":6,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"bafd1277-258c-4baf-bd6f-8e9bce7682f5","title":"Chapter 7 - A Christmas Orgy","summary":"“T’was the day before Christmas, when all through the\nhouse,\nevery creature was stirring, trying har","wordCount":5147,"readTime":26,"number":7,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"45139858-b2d8-4d2d-99dd-6b62513c4fba","title":"Chapter 8 - The Cum Whore","summary":"The rest of Christmas flew by. Every morning, Tawnya would\nuse me as her toilet, and twice Stan used","wordCount":7699,"readTime":39,"number":8,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1 - A Family Affair","content":"

Watching the big-titted\nblonde straddling my chest, peeing the cum off my face, feeling yet another\nstranger shove his big, fat cock into me and pound my ass, the question arose\nin my head.

“How did I get here? To\nthis point?”

I didn’t have much time to ponder\nthe question. The gorgeous, black stud who moments earlier had rammed the\nvoluptuous blonde’s pussy, shoved his throbbing cock down my throat.

“Suck him dry, cum-boy!”\nthe blonde screamed in ecstasy.

There was no need to suck\nanything as the black cock fucked my throat balls deep. If I weren’t emptied\nand fucked dry, I would have cum just by the deep thrusts down the back of my\nthroat. I felt the guy pounding my ass grab my hips tighter and speed up his\nthrust to my insides. I knew he was going to blow his nuts deep into me.

“Oh, fuck! You’re such a\ngreat slut!” he exhaled as he emptied himself deep down my guts in one final\ndeep thrust.

I could feel the cock in my\nmouth twitch as his balls slammed into my chin one final time before I felt the\necstasy of his thick load deep down my throat. I had cum squirting out of my\nnose, and as the fat cock was pulled from my ass, I could feel a river of cum\nfrom unknown men flowing out from my guts. The black guy who had just fucked my\nthroat bent down to my face and said in a deep voice.

“Rest, slut. I’m coming\nback for more in a week….”

The roll of 100-dollar\nbills tossed onto the table bought back a lot of self-respect and served as an\nanswer to my initial question.

. . .

I grew up on a family farm\nin northern Minnesota, far removed from what you would consider civilization.\nWe mainly grew wheat and grass in the summer, and wintertime was spent running\nthe timber plantation. Long, endless hauls down icy winter roads. We also kept\na herd of horses, primarily for recreational purposes. Still, a few Clydesdales\nwere kept for hauling timber where machines were unusable and, frankly, because\nwe enjoyed the manual labour.

There were a few\nneighbouring farms, but it was a good hour's drive to the nearest town and\nabout two and a half hours to the nearest city. Mom and Dad had my sister\nTawnya and my brother Stan when Mom was just eighteen and me just two years\nlater. Dad, six years older than Mom, was the undisputed alpha leader of our\nsmall herd and ran the place with a firm but friendly hand. Mom was a workhorse\nand the glue that kept family matters running smoothly.

Stan moved to the city this\nsummer, just shy of my eighteenth birthday, and now preferred Stanley since he\nthought a little bit higher of himself than he did his farmer family.

Tawnya spent most of her\ntime tormenting me and harassing the staff whenever possible. She was a short\nbut feisty girl, and her temper made her uglier than she needed to be.

Life on the farm was\nenjoyable, but I often felt bored due to the isolation from people.\nFortunately, my dad had hired a few full-time farmhands so that I could take a\nbreak from my family. And there was Chuck, who had been with us forever and\nserved as an all-purpose man but mainly kept the timber logging crew in order.

I loved them, but like all\nfamilies, they could drive me crazy.

With Christmas coming up,\nwe’d also be expecting my uncle George, dad’s younger brother, and his wife\nChloe, and mom’s older sister Shelley with her twin daughters Monique and\nShaquila. Shelley had long been divorced from her ex-husband Freddie as he pretty\nmuch had fucked half her friends since long before they got married. Mom blamed\nit on his Dominican heritage. Shelley never bothered getting re-married as she\n“couldn’t stand the neediness of the weaker sex.” Her bitterness lay thick on\nher.

Uncle George and Chloe\nwould always come to our place about a week before Christmas. My uncle was a\nfew years younger than my dad and had a slim build. He was a handsome man with\nalmost a feminine beauty. Chloe was stunning! Her dark skin, curvy body, and\njust the right amount of defined muscle raised one question: How did George\nfool her into marrying him?

It was always a big deal\nwhen Uncle George came to visit. Dad had been in a good mood all morning, and\nMom had the kitchen running with all its flashes and bangs. I was full and\ncontent when I retreated to my room that evening. Chloe also called it a night,\nand we walked up the giant staircase together. She caught me staring at her ass\nbut just gave me one of her mesmerizing smiles.

“You’ve turned into such a\nhandsome young man, Ritchie,” she said, “I think we’ll have lots of fun this\nChristmas!”

She kissed my cheek and\nwhispered good night. Her hand gently brushed my crotch, and I decided it was\nimaginary or, at best, by accident. The look she sent me over her shoulder as\nshe headed down the hallway to their guestroom confused me slightly. I kept\nstaring at her ass until she closed the door behind her.

I struggled to find sleep\nthat night. Chloe’s touch to my crotch and that curvy ass gave me quite the\nhard-on. After a couple of hours of twisting and turning, I decided to grab a\nbeer, watch some porn and jerk off.

The house was quiet even\nthough it was just ten thirty. It’s a farmer’s life, after all. Halfway down\nthe stairs, I heard a noise from the kitchen. It sounded like someone was\ncrying. I didn’t want to disturb anyone, nor did I really feel like comforting\nanyone, so I snuck up to the kitchen entrance as quietly as I could manage.

Up until that night, I had\njerked off fantasizing about the girls from high school or streaming porn off\nthe usual sites, some girl-on-girl action, you know, like most\neighteen-year-old boys.

It wasn’t the sight of Mom\nnaked on the big kitchen table, legs spread and tied to the table, her curvy\ntits bouncing, that blew my mind. It wasn’t the sight of Uncle George bent over\nthe table, face planted in Mom’s pussy, and half his arm stuck up her ass\neither.

It was the sight of my\ndad’s muscular back, his strong arms spreading Uncle George’s ass cheeks, sweat\npouring down his ass-crack as his balls slammed into my uncle with violent\nthrusts of his hips that made my jaw drop, and my heart stop. No one was crying;\nMom’s moans and my uncle’s whimpers had tricked me. George’s feet were lifted\nfrom the floor with each of my dad’s thrusts; he whimpered like a little girl\neach time my dad’s balls hit his, and his feet slipped in a pool of his own cum\neach time they touched the floor.

Each glimpse of my dad’s\ncock going deep inside my uncle, it must have been a good nine or ten inches of\nfat meat pumping into him, made me dizzy. Mom arched on the table, my uncle’s\narm hammering into her insides.

“Yeah! Right there, you\nlittle fucker!” she screamed at him.

My uncle’s limp cock flopped\naround with the odd drop of cum still oozing out, spilling all over the place.\nMom let out a huge scream, and her arching body trembled. My dad pumped\nvigorously into his brother, his hands looking like he was trying to tear the\npoor man’s ass in two.

“Yeah, you little bitch!\nYou’re gonna make me cum!” he moaned.

“Oooouu! Fill my guts with\nyour cum!” my uncle whimpered in his girly voice.

Dad slammed into him\nviolently. He grabbed his hips and pulled him onto his fat cock. He let out a\ndeep guttural groan and arched his back. I heard myself whimper when Dad pulled\nhis cock out. A thick flow of cum flowed out of my uncle’s ass, down his balls\nand legs and onto the growing pool of cum on the floor. My Dad’s cock hung\nbetween his legs, reaching halfway down to his knees. I could see big drops of\nsweat running down his huge balls. He was built like a bull. I was hypnotized\nby his swinging cock, cum still dripping from the massive head.

I felt myself drool.

Dad lifted George by his\nhair and planted his face at my mother’s pussy.

“Open your mouth, bitch!”\nhe ordered, and my uncle obeyed.

Mom moaned as she started\npissing right into his open mouth, and he swallowed frantically.

I could feel my nuts\ntighten, and I headed for the stairs. My knees gave in halfway, and I stumbled\ndown on all fours. My cock jerked, and my balls exploded. I looked down at my\ncock sticking out of my boxers, the pool of cum on the stairs and panicked.

The three people in the\nkitchen could come out in the hallway any minute and find me there in a pool of\ncum. That's when I heard Anabelle's voice from the top of the stairs.

“Don’t worry, Richard…I’ll\ntake care of that and that mess in the kitchen—whatever\nyour uncle hasn’t licked up already.”

Anabelle was our\nhousekeeper and had been with us for as long as I could remember. She’d seen\nthis before.

I felt my face turn red,\nsweat pouring down my face. She just laughed.

“Awww, poor young Richard\nbusted his nuts in front of his babysitter? Get off to bed, boy. I got this\ncovered.”

***

I woke up early and grabbed\nthe book from my nightstand. It was one of Stephen King's novels, and reading\nThe Master of Horror was one of my favourite pastimes. As the incurable morning\nbird, Dad came into my room in his usual cheerful morning spirit shortly after,\nwearing nothing but his robe.

“Rise and shine!” he said.\n“Mom wants the rest of the Christmas decorations up by noon, so we’re on a\nmission to the attic!”

I wasn't too happy about\nbeing interrupted from doing nothing, but I wasn't about to get into it with my\ndad over nothing, so I reluctantly agreed to help him out.

The attic wasn’t my\nfavourite space in our house, especially after letting Stephen King into my\nhead, but with Dad being there, I didn’t mind too much, and I wasn’t about to\nlet him know I was afraid of the dark. Our\nattic was dark and covered in dust and cobwebs like the horror writer's\nstories.

“Can you crawl under that\ntable and dig out the remaining boxes of Christmas decorations?” he asked.

I was annoyed that my dad\ncouldn't do it himself. I crawled under the old dining room table and pulled\nout the boxes buried underneath it. I passed three boxes to my dad and then\ngrabbed the fourth one. As I tried to get out, I almost hit my head on the table\nand let out a small yelp. I scratched my head and looked up. Dad’s robe had\nslipped to the side, and I could see his cock swinging back and forth. Even in\na semi-erect state, it almost reached halfway down to his knees.

“Yeah, the boxes I could\nhandle myself, son, but this thing here needs special attention!”

“What the fuck, man!” I\nmuttered as I realized I was stuck under the table and had nowhere to retreat.

“Fuck?” he said. “Yeah,\nperhaps…I was more thinking you could suck me off for now…”

He effectively blocked me\nfrom getting out from under the table, and I was stuck in a pile of boxes,\ncobwebs, and dust. But more so…I was intrigued by this swelling cock staring me\nright in the face. Before I sensed what I was doing, my hand was cupping his\nballs.

“Yeah, that’s right, son.\nYou liked what you saw last night, huh?”

Shit! He’d seen me drooling\nover him fucking my uncle’s ass?! I let out a gasp and tried to look at\nanything but my dad’s swollen cock head, but I was stuck between shame, fear\nand the need to feel his warm meat in my mouth. Without really noticing, I started\nstroking him, just like I would my own cock in the dark of my room. He moaned.\nHis balls mesmerized me, and I noticed they were hairless, unlike mine. I\nstarted licking them while his shaft rested on my cheek. I cupped them in my\nhand, and their sheer weight made me whimper. I started jerking his shaft while\nsucking on his balls when I noticed my cock was swelling in my boxers. I looked\nup at my dad’s face and saw his eyes were closed, but a smirk had grown big on\nhis face.

I knew I wanted his cock in\nmy mouth and was already drooling just by the thought. I licked around the head\nfor a bit to get the taste of it. He was already leaking pre-cum, and I licked\nit up like a thirsty little dog; then I slipped his head into my mouth, and he\nsighed of lust. I leaned in and felt his cock hit the back of my mouth.

“Yeah, you little bitch” he\nsaid and grabbed my head and pulled me out from underneath the table, not\nletting his cock out of my mouth for even a second.

“Relax your fucking\nthroat,” he said and pushed further into my mouth.

I grabbed his hips,\nattempting to push him off me before I gagged, and he pulled out a little.\nUnaware, I held his hips tight. My god! I wanted this! I started pulling him\nback in, and before I knew it, my mouth was fucking my dad’s cock. I had both my hands firmly grabbing his ass and hips and making him\nfuck me!

He grabbed the back of my head, and in a violent thrust,\nhe forced half his shaft into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged a little,\nbut before I knew it, another big thrust sent another inch of his cock deeper\ndown my throat before a third big thrust had half his cock deep inside me. I\nhad tears running down my cheeks as he started fucking my throat violently, and\nwith each thrust, I felt my balls getting closer to exploding. Sitting on my\nknees and having my face fucked by my dad wasn’t my first sexual fantasy, but\nat that moment, it was my only desire. I wanted him to fuck me senseless, and I\nwanted him to cum down my throat, and I wanted to swallow each drop. And I\nwanted him to fuck my mouth over and repeatedly and…

My shorts exploded!

Everything went black as I felt my cock explode inside my\nboxers! I fell backwards and landed on my back.

“Oh, you little slut!” he growled as his erect cock\nstarted shooting long streams of thick cum all over me.

One single thick strand of cum landed on my lips, and I\nquickly licked it off. The sticky saltiness was a pleasant surprise, but the\ndisappointment of not having it all shot down my throat must have put a look on\nmy face that he confused with disapproval.

“Sorry, son, I was just so fucking horny after seeing you\ndrool over your uncle’s ass last night; I didn’t know what to do.”

He tied his robe up and headed down the ladder with three\nof the boxes.

“Do you mind grabbing the last one when you’re ready?” he\nsmirked, “Oh, and no need to tell Mom about this, right?”

I was lying on the attic floor covered in cum. Not only my\ndad’s cum, but my own as well. I guess he hadn’t noticed my cum drenched shorts\nnor my lust for him to put his cock back in my mouth.

He apologized?! And told me not to tell Mom? What was I\ngoing to tell her anyway? That my dad made me cum from fucking my mouth? Hell\nno, no way was I telling Mom I loved being face-fucked. And that I tasted cum\nbefore I tasted pussy.

I grabbed the last box, headed down the ladder and shut\nthe loft hatch. I went to my room and put on some clothes. I got halfway down\nthe stairs when I met Chloe on her way up from breakfast. She looked at me and\nsmiled.

“You’ve got something on your cheek,” she said.

What? I was so dizzy I’d forgotten to wash my face and\nstill had Dad’s cum running down my face.

“Don’t worry, hon,” she smiled and wiped it off with her\nthumb, which she sucked in between her full, red lips.

She let out a little moan of approval and a small cheerful\nlaugh and headed upstairs. I could swear she wiggled that ass just a little\nmore than usual.

The kitchen was filled with laughter as most of my family\nfinished breakfast. Uncle George sat between Mom and Dad and was made to oblige\nto their every need and command.

“Thank you, Patrica! For yet another wonderfully crafted\nmeal!” he smiled at my mother.

“Oh, thank you, but this is all Anabelle’s magic,” she\nsmiled, “Be so kind and pass me the butter, will you?”

I thought Anabelle’s magic had worked wonders in the\nkitchen as well, and I sat down at my usual spot, remembering how my mother’s\nurine had been flowing to the floor in that same spot only hours earlier. I\nlooked down, wondering if I’d be wading in that pool of cum from last night,\nbut all I saw was my feet on a spotless floor.

“Hey, Ritchie!” my dad barked, “Stan’s coming home today,\nso I’ll be going to the town to pick him up later. You want to join me?”

I looked up at my dad’s face for the first time since the\nattic. He didn’t blink or flinch but kept steady eyes on me.

“Sure, Dad,” I said.

“Hey, Dad, what about me? Can I come too? I haven’t seen\nStan in ages!” Tawnya pleaded.

“Sorry, hon, you have to help me with the Christmas\ndecorations,” Mom replied.

“So, dweeb-boy there gets to go, but not me?” she said,\nclearly annoyed with Mom and me.

I knew she’d make my life miserable for it. Stan was the\nonly person Tawnya was civil towards, and she missed her twin brother every\nhour he was away. Stan pretty much turned her into a loving puppy when he was\nhome. Needless to say, we all missed Stan.

I helped Anabelle clear the table and clean the dishes.

“Quite the adventure last night, Richie?” she smiled.

I blushed and lowered my head in shame, but her round\nlaughter made me feel better. There was a lot of comfort in Anabelle.

The morning passed eventless; I spent most of my time\ntrying to stay away from Tawnya as I knew she’d give me grief, and I didn’t\nreally need grief.

I found myself in the bathroom, staring at myself in the\nmirror. The razor on the shelf beside the window reminded me of my dad’s\nsmooth, hairless balls.

I stripped down and lathered my cock and balls, and\ncarefully took the razor to my skin, cautious not to cut myself. The sharp\nblades felt sensual and erotic, running down the low of my belly. I rinsed the\nrazor and placed it at the base of my limp cock, pulling at my cock to avoid\ncreases in my skin. I ran the blades down my scrotum and felt a tingling\nsensation in my spine. I worked thoroughly and ensured I was as smooth and\nhairless down there as the day I was born. With each time the razor touched my\nskin, my cock grew until I stood there fully erect with a sink full of hair.

That’s when Tawnya came bursting in.

“There you are, you little f…” she started, then realized\nmy condition.

She burst out laughing at me, and my cock flopped dead;\nlike a balloon being popped, it shrivelled and sunk. It felt as if it had\nretracted inside me.

“Ou! Who’s a pretty boy!” she laughed.

“Get out!” I yelled, pushing her through the door,\nslamming it shut and locking it.

I stayed there until Dad called for me to get ready to go.

‘’’

It had been a mild winter thus far, but today, the air was\ncrisp and cold and promised coming snowfall. Usually, Dad would have taken the\npick-up truck, but since we were picking up Stan, he settled for the station\nwagon. Dad honked the horn as we passed through the gate.

I had no idea how to spend the hour it would take to get\ninto town. I looked over at my father, stern hand on the wheel, but didn’t find\nany meaningful words to start a conversation.

We’d been driving for about ten minutes when he turned to\nme and asked, “So, you liked what you saw last night?”

I wasn’t sure how to respond.

“What did you like best? Perhaps your uncle spunking onto\nthe floor? Or perhaps your mother having her ass hammered by his fist?”

He looked at me.

“Or my cock fucking your uncle’s ass?”

I really had no response. Blood rushed to my head, and any\nword I tried to form ended in a stutter.

“Look, son,” he continued, “Your mother and I have been\nmarried a long time, and we stay married because we manage to keep it\ninteresting. George wasn’t hard to ask, I’ve been fucking him since high\nschool, and your mother needs help from multiple cocks to reach her ultimate\nclimax.”

I cleared my throat.

“And Aunt Chloe?” I questioned.

“Oh, she gets in on the fun when she wants to,” Dad\nsmiled, “and most often, she wants to.”

I thought about my hot aunt riding dad’s giant cock, or\nperhaps licking mom’s wet snatch sticking a finger up her ass. My uncle was\nreduced to a spectator in my vision.

Dad pulled off the road and down a secluded sideway, then\nparked the car at the side of the road.

He leaned in and put his hand on my crotch, no doubt\nfeeling my hardening cock.

“Yeah, you enjoyed what you saw last night!” he said, “As\nit happens, I enjoyed what happened up in the attic this morning, and I’ve got\na good feeling you did as well.”

He stroked my cock outside my jeans and unzipped his\npants.

“Show me how much you liked it,” he whispered, pushing the\nback of his seat down.

I tried to hide my excitement and feigned an expression of\nshock and repulsion, but my greedy eyes gave me away.

“Dad…” I begun.

He reached for my hand and placed it on his crotch. I\ncould feel his cock bulging and throbbing underneath my palm. I stuck my hand\ninside his trousers and carefully pulled his cock out.

Its veiny shaft lay heavy in my hand, throbbing as it\ncontinued to grow. I licked around the massive head, and I could feel him\njerking. Blood flowed to my groin, sweat formed on my brow, and raw lust\ngripped my heart. I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, and he repaid me\nwith a loud groan.

“Out here, there’s no one to hear us; we can be as loud as\nwe want,” he said.

“Mmmhhmm,” I replied in agreement.

He lifted his ass from the seat, and I pulled his pants\ndown and immediately found his ball sack with my hand. He moaned a little\nlouder as I started playing with them in my hand.

I pushed my mouth down on his massive member, forcing him\nfurther into my mouth and throat. My cock was slowly suffocating under the\npressure of my pants. I sat up and undid my pants and pulled them off me, then\ngot on my knees in the passenger seat to get a better angle.

His cock poked up at me invitingly, and I didn’t hesitate\nto wrap my lips around him, drooling down his cock in the process. I felt his\nhuge head bulge in my throat as I forced him further inside me.

I felt his massive hand on my cock and whimpered. Slowly,\nhe started stroking my shaft, and I could feel my nuts twist.

He started thrusting himself into my mouth, and I gagged\nand gasped for air, but as much as I tried to inhale, his giant shaft blocked\nmy airways. I pulled myself off his cock, gasped and coughed.

“Spread your legs,” he said, and I obliged.

His massive hands found my balls and squeezed them hard.

“Oh..f...uck!” I yelped as a long strand of pre-cum hung\nfrom my cock.

I attacked his cock with new vigour and pushed myself onto\nhim. He thrust back at my throat, and before I knew it, his massive balls\nhugged my cheek. I grabbed his scrotum and rubbed his giant testicles to my\nface.

Dad let go of my balls and spat a massive glob of saliva\nonto his hand, which he started rubbing against my ass.

His fingers massaging my rectum sent shockwaves down my\nspine, and more pre-cum gushed out of me, staining the car seat for sure.

I started sucking hard on him, thrusting myself balls\ndeep, slobbering all over his cock.

Dad got another huge glob of spit onto his hand and went\nback to my ass, shoving a finger into me.

I ached my back, and his cock flung out of my mouth as I\ncollapsed onto his lap, staring right into his massive balls. I pushed myself\nat his finger.

“Oh, fuck! Dad, that feels amazing!” I moaned.

He responded by pushing another finger into me and\nsqueezing hard at my prostate.

I sucked at his balls and started jerking his massive\nshaft hard as he picked up his pace, slamming his fingers into me.

A third finger threatened to tear my sphincter apart, but\nthe pain subsided as I rode his fingers.

“Dad..ohhh..Dad! You’re gonna make me cuuuum!” I screamed.

“Yeah, cum for me, you little daddy’s boy!”

My balls twitched, and I shot long streams of cum all over\nthe car seat, gear shifter, and Dad’s arm.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” I squealed like a girl.

I got up and thrust my mouth down on his cock. Long, deep\nthrusts, balls deep each time.

“YEAH! FUCK, YEAH!” he screamed, “FUCK THAT COCK WITH YOUR\nMOUTH-PUSSY!” he screamed.

His cock throbbed deep down in my throat as I felt his\nmassive load shoot into my stomach. He thrust himself deep down, and cum\nstarted shooting out my nose. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down\nas his cock pulsated one last time, depositing one last shot of my dad’s sperm\ndeep inside me before releasing me.

I lay there gazing at his beautiful cock shrink back as I\nlapped at his balls.

“I love your cock, Dad.” I groaned.

“I love your throat, Ritchie,” he replied.

Dad pulled up his pants, put his seat back upright,\nstarted the car, and headed back down the main road.

I couldn’t make myself put my pants back; I stared at my\nhairless cock and smooth balls, still wet from my cum. My ass was tingly sore\nand still wet from my dad’s spit. I rubbed my hand against my hole and moaned.

Dad looked at me and grinned.

“I knew you’d like that,” he smiled.

About forty-five minutes later, we entered the town. Dad\nmotioned for me to put my pants back on, and reluctantly, I did as he bided\njust in time. He soon pulled into the bus station.

We might have been early, or the bus may have been late;\nit’s never easy to tell in small towns like this. Regardless, we waited about\nhalf an hour for the bus to come around the narrow bend at Town Hall and come\ndown Main Street towards us. It came to a noisy stop and seemed to let out a\nbig sigh as the breaks were released.

Stan, in his usual arrogant manner, stepped off the bus as\na worldly man, adjusting his golden locks and breathing the fresh air. He waved\nnonchalantly at us waiting in the car, but to our surprise, he turned around\nand lent a lady his supporting hand.

“Isn’t that Aunt Shelly?” I asked.

“Sure is!” Dad replied with a hint of surprise in his\nvoice.

We weren’t expecting her and her daughters for another\ncouple of days and were surprised that we hadn’t been notified of their early\narrival.

We got out of the car and greeted my brother and aunt. I\nblushed as my cousins Monique and Shaquila greeted me. At twenty-four, they had\nturned into such beautiful women. Their light brown skin and deep brown eyes\ncontrasted with the rest of us, almost an exotic feature in the American\ncountryside. They had grown into voluptuous young women with big, lazy, sexy\neyes. Yeah, I still liked girls as well.

The two girls were nearly identical in appearance, but\nMonique was far more outgoing than her sister. Shaquila, on the other hand, was\nquiet and shy and usually just followed her sister's lead.

“Shelly! Why didn’t you tell us you were coming today?”\nDad asked.

Aunt Shelly was in her mid-forties and starting to show\nher age. There was significantly more Aunt Shelly to hug than the last time I\nsaw her. The resemblance to my mother was there but faint.

“We met up with Stanley a couple of days ago and decided\nto tag along with him up here,” she said, “We’d thought we’d surprise you!”

“Had I known I’d taken the minibus we use to transport the\nlogging crew, it’s going to be a crowded hour to get home in this,” Dad said,\npointing to the station wagon.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to bring him along,” Stan complained,\nnodding at me.

“Ritchie was great company for the drive; I really\nappreciated having him come along,” Dad corrected him.

There was a bit of complaining and muttering and more than\na slight problem fitting all the luggage in the car, but Dad managed to fit it\nall.

Fitting six people in a five-seat car proved a more\nsignificant challenge. Dad was driving, so his spot was a given. Stan was the\ntallest passenger, so he got the passenger seat. That left Aunt Shelly, the\ntwins, and I to figure out the back seat. Monique volunteered to sit in\nShaquila’s lap, but with Aunt Shelly’s big ass taking up half the space and the\nvoluptuous hips of the twins taking up the rest, I was pretty much sitting on\nthe door handle on the way home.

Monique sat astride Shaquila’s legs, with Shaquila resting\nher hand on her sister’s crotch. Aunt Shelly talked nonstop to Dad and Stan and\nnever noticed Shaquila unbuttoning Monique’s pants and pressing her hand down\nbetween her thighs. Monique moved her hips slightly forward, pushing me harder\nagainst the door, and leaned back onto her sister, who started nibbling on her\near.

Whatever Aunt Shelly didn’t see, Dad picked up on. I saw\nhim adjusting his rear-view mirror to get a better look at the two girls.

About half an hour into the drive, I had enough. My ass\nwas aching, my back was sore, and my ribs felt crushed. I told my dad to stop\nthe car.

“Oh, good idea!” Monique half whimpered, “I really need to\npee!”

My dad stopped the car at a deserted stretch of road, and\nthe four of us practically fell out of the car once he got the door open.

The twins ran a bit further down the road, and I followed\nthem since I needed to get my circulation going again.

They had descended a slight slope, and I saw Monique\nsquatting down with her pants around her legs. Shaquila sat behind her; I\nassumed to support her.

Then I noticed Monique arching her neck back and moaning\ninto her sister’s ear, and I saw Shaquila’s hands reaching around her sister's\nbody and rubbing at her crotch!

“Ohhhh,” Monique whimpered as her urine gushed to the\nground.

Shaquila moaned as she frantically rubbed her sister's\nclit.

When the stream of urine subsided, Shaquila got up while\nMonique steadied herself with her hands. To my shock, Shaquila knelt at her\nsister’s pussy and licked her clean.

I was paralyzed watching the gorgeous twins, and they\ncaught me by surprise by looking at me.

I watched them kiss deeply as Monique pulled her pants\nback up, and they started walking back towards me, Monique leading the way.

She stopped at my side and whispered in my ear, \"You\nliked that, didn’t you?”

The bulge in my pants verified her claim.

“Why don’t you give the poor boy a taste, sweetie?” she\nhalf commanded her sister.

Without hesitation, Shaquila grabbed the back of my head,\nplanted a wet kiss on my lips and slid her tongue into my mouth.

The salty taste of Monique’s pee hit my taste buds, and I\ndidn’t mind it at all.

They continued up the road, and after a brief pause to\ncollect myself, I tagged along.

“There you are! What took you so long!?” Dad yelled as he\nsaw us coming up the hill.

Monique seized her sister’s arm and whispered something to\nher. They both giggled and then grabbed Dad by the arms, leading him back to\nthe car.

Aunt Shelly had obviously complained to Dad about the\nseating arrangements, so Stan now had to sit in the crowded backseat.

My arousal was quickly subdued as I was jerked up against\nthe car door once again. It didn’t help matters that the twins now turned their\nattention to my older brother, who enjoyed every bit of attention the hot\nsisters gave him.

***

We finally drove through the gate back home, and not a\nmoment too soon. I couldn’t get out of the car soon enough.

“Here, grab the girl's luggage, Rich!” Dad ordered,\nhanding me two heavy bags.

Without effort, Stan grabbed the rest of the luggage,\nmostly to impress Monique and Shaquila. It worked, as the two girls felt his\nstrong arms in awe and giggled.

I heard the main door burst open with a bang and saw\nTawnya running down the steps, across the farmyard and jumping into her twin\nbrother’s arm, giving him a big hug. Suitcases and bags flew everywhere as Stan\ndropped them.

“Stan!” Tawnya whined loudly.

You’d be hard-pressed to believe they were twins. Tawnya\nstands 5”5’ above the ground and is slender, with waist-long, black hair\nflowing down her back. Stan, on the other hand, is 6”6’ with black, curly hair\nand is built like a tank. Looking at them, they struck me as sort of bizarre.

Aunt Shelly wasn’t too happy about her luggage being\nthrown all over the ground and loudly complained.

Dad told Stan off, picked up Aunt’s luggage and started\nheading inside, where Anabelle was waiting to serve dinner.

Tawnya was like a dog, wagging her tail at Stan’s every\nmove and guarding him as an angry terrier against the twins. She never did get\nalong with them.

Finally, we all managed to haul ourselves inside the\nhouse. Our house contained seven bedrooms, three bathrooms and a study on the\nsecond floor. As you came up the arching staircase, there were three bedrooms.\nFurthest to the right was Chloe and George’s room, followed by Mom and Dad’s.\nIn between their bedrooms, they shared a bathroom. The twins had the last room\non that side, and Dad’s extensive study was at the end of the hall.

Turning left up the stairs was the grand bathroom, and\nwhen you walked past it, you came up on the rest of the bedrooms on the floor.\nTawnya had the one furthest down the hall to the left, then Stan, and in\nbetween their rooms, they also shared a bathroom. Then there was my room, which\nmeant Aunt Shelly would be in the room next to mine. The layout of the rooms\nmirrored that of the opposite side.

This also meant I would be sharing the big bathroom with\nAunt Shelly and the twins. I didn’t like the idea because I was used to having\nit all to myself.

Finally, everyone’s luggage was placed in the correct\nrooms, and we all headed downstairs for dinner.

I headed upstairs early to beat my aunt and cousins to the\nbathroom. I was tired and wanted to go to bed, and I didn’t want to wait for\neveryone else to get out of the bathroom. Halfway up the stairs, I ran into\nChloe.

“Going to bed already, handsome?” she smiled at me.

“Yeah, I’m beat,” I said.

“Too bad. I’ll miss your pretty, little face.”

She smiled, leaned in, and kissed me. Once again, I was\ndumbfounded by this incredible woman. She left me blushing on the stairs as she\ngiggled her way down.

I pretty much fell asleep as soon as my head hit the\npillow and floated into a dream.

***

“In the dim light of the kitchen, I feel\nmyself float through the air. Below me, the large kitchen table appears through\na veil of fog. A young, muscular man lies on the table, smiling at me.

As I descend, he grabs my small hips and\npulls me down towards him until I straddle him. My hands press down at his\nrock-hard abs as his cock pushes into my tiny, hairless pussy. His massive cock\nstretches me; the sweet pain makes me arch my back and moan. I feel two rugged,\nbig hands reach around me and grab my tiny tits. They pinch hard at my nipples,\nand I squeal in ecstasy.

My tiny pussy is screaming in pain as the\nthrobbing cock of the young man pushes further and deeper into me while the\nrugged man pulls at my nipples.

An intense pain splits my ass as the man\nbehind me shoves his giant cock inside me, and my pussy squirts all over the\nyoung man's cock in an intense orgasm.

Wave after wave\nof orgasms tears through my tiny body as the two men fuck me mercilessly until\nthey both shoot their loads deep inside me.

The two men and\nthe kitchen disappear in a fog-like smoke, and I find myself kneeling at the\nside of a country road. A voluptuous, dark-skinned woman walks towards me, her\nbig breasts swaying in time with her round hips. As she squats down in front of\nme, I feel the arms of someone I can’t see reaching around me and grabbing my\ntiny penis.

She’s jerking my\nshort, skimpy member and pushing my head into the wet black pussy in front of\nme.

“Drink her pee.\nYou know you want it,” a soft voice whispers in my ear.

I moan as the\nblack woman pushes her cunt into my face and releases a hot stream of piss into\nmy mouth.

“Swallow. Swallow\nher warm pee,” the soft voice eggs.

And I swallow her\nwarm salty pee; I lap at her pussy, begging for more.

And my tiny cock\nshoots strings of hot cum onto the ground.”

I woke up in a pool of my\nown cum. The clock read two-thirty, and I tossed and turned, hoping to fall\nasleep to dream the dream again.

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