A Dog's Tale

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

“How did I get here? To this point?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t the sight of Mom naked on the big kitchen table, legs spread and tied to the table, her curvy tits bouncing, that blew my mind. It wasn’t the sight of Uncle George bent over the table, face planted in Mom’s pussy, and half his arm stuck up her ass either.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt myself drool.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I grabbed his hips, attempting to push him off me before I gagged, and he pulled out a little. Unaware, I held his hips tight. My god! I wanted this! I started pulling him back 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 fuck me!

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

My shorts exploded!

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

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

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

“Sorry, son, I was just so fucking horny after seeing you drool 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 of the boxes.

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

I was lying on the attic floor covered in cum. Not only my dad’s cum, but my own as well. I guess he hadn’t noticed my cum drenched shorts nor my lust for him to put his cock back in my mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Ritchie!” my dad barked, “Stan’s coming home today, so 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 attic. 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 Stan in ages!” Tawnya pleaded.

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

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

I knew she’d make my life miserable for it. Stan was the only person Tawnya was civil towards, and she missed her twin brother every hour he was away. Stan pretty much turned her into a loving puppy when he was home. 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 laughter made me feel better. There was a lot of comfort in Anabelle.

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

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

I stripped down and lathered my cock and balls, and carefully took the razor to my skin, cautious not to cut myself. The sharp blades felt sensual and erotic, running down the low of my belly. I rinsed the razor and placed it at the base of my limp cock, pulling at my cock to avoid creases in my skin. I ran the blades down my scrotum and felt a tingling sensation in my spine. I worked thoroughly and ensured I was as smooth and hairless down there as the day I was born. With each time the razor touched my skin, 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 my condition.

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

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

“Get out!” I yelled, pushing her through the door, slamming 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 crisp and cold and promised coming snowfall. Usually, Dad would have taken the pick-up truck, but since we were picking up Stan, he settled for the station wagon. Dad honked the horn as we passed through the gate.

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

We’d been driving for about ten minutes when he turned to me 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 the 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 word I tried to form ended in a stutter.

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

I cleared my throat.

“And Aunt Chloe?” I questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

He stroked my cock outside my jeans and unzipped his pants.

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

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

“Dad…” I begun.

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

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

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

“Mmmhhmm,” I replied in agreement.

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

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

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

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

He started thrusting himself into my mouth, and I gagged and gasped for air, but as much as I tried to inhale, his giant shaft blocked my 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 from my cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A third finger threatened to tear my sphincter apart, but the 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 the 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 thrusts, balls deep each time.

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

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

I lay there gazing at his beautiful cock shrink back as I lapped 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, started the car, and headed back down the main road.

I couldn’t make myself put my pants back; I stared at my hairless cock and smooth balls, still wet from my cum. My ass was tingly sore and 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 motioned for me to put my pants back on, and reluctantly, I did as he bided just in time. He soon pulled into the bus station.

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

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

“Isn’t that Aunt Shelly?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We met up with Stanley a couple of days ago and decided to 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 logging crew, it’s going to be a crowded hour to get home in this,” Dad said, pointing to the station wagon.

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

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

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

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

Monique sat astride Shaquila’s legs, with Shaquila resting her hand on her sister’s crotch. Aunt Shelly talked nonstop to Dad and Stan and never noticed Shaquila unbuttoning Monique’s pants and pressing her hand down between her thighs. Monique moved her hips slightly forward, pushing me harder against the door, and leaned back onto her sister, who started nibbling on her ear.

Whatever Aunt Shelly didn’t see, Dad picked up on. I saw him 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 was aching, my back was sore, and my ribs felt crushed. I told my dad to stop the car.

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

My dad stopped the car at a deserted stretch of road, and the 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 them since I needed to get my circulation going again.

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

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

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

Shaquila moaned as she frantically rubbed her sister's clit.

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

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

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

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

The bulge in my pants verified her claim.

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

Without hesitation, Shaquila grabbed the back of my head, planted 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 didn’t mind it at all.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

“Stan!” Tawnya whined loudly.

You’d be hard-pressed to believe they were twins. Tawnya stands 5”5’ above the ground and is slender, with waist-long, black hair flowing down her back. Stan, on the other hand, is 6”6’ with black, curly hair and 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 thrown all over the ground and loudly complained.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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 dumbfounded by this incredible woman. She left me blushing on the stairs as she giggled her way down.

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

 ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Swallow. Swallow her warm pee,” the soft voice eggs.

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

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

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