Daddy Son and Dog

Excerpt:

Gazing dizzily down at his son, he saw the kid was in a frenzy of fucking, jabbing his cock vigorously in and out of his mouth, very close to cumming. He was having such a great time that James couldn’t bear to spoil it by stopping to get rid of Prince. Half-sobbing, feeling dirty and degraded, he bent again to his work, sucking his boy’s jerking cock hard and fast, slurping noisily. He would just have to let the dog cum inside him, much as he hated the thought.

But as he went on with the loud vigorous sucking, James felt mounting pleasure radiating from his stuffed, invaded hole. My God, the dog’s prick was enormous—bigger than any human one he had ever known—and it was stone hard, filling him completely, making an amazing, rough friction along the sensitive walls of his tunnel. He began to like the rapid jerking canine movements, the way the dog fucked him much faster than a man could. But it would be even nicer if his dick was further inside.

“Um, um, umph,” grunted James, his mouth still stuffed. He strained to raise his ass higher under the dog’s great weight, to open himself fully to the frantic rutting. He managed to lift himself a little, then spread his legs as wide as he could, and he was rewarded with a deeper, harder penetration. The dog’s forelegs pressed harder against his sides as he worked further into the stretched, working hole, and he drooled steadily onto James’ back. James didn’t care. He only knew he was getting the finest damned fuck of his life, and from a St. Bernard at that.

“Aaaahhhh, Dad,” Rob gasped, his young body beaded now with the sweat of his furious pumping. “I’m cumming—yes, yes, OOOHHHHH.”

He clenched his teeth in a grimace of pleasure, then groaned and nearly fainted as his balls contracted hard and his cum shot out in hot floods.

It was all James could do to keep up with him, swallowing hastily as his mouth was filled again and again with his son’s delicious, salty cream. He sucked his cheeks in sharply and steadily to milk him of every drop, adoring the sight of him in his moaning, convulsive cumming.

Then, his mouth still stuffed with the pumping cock, hot streams of seed overflowing and running down his chin, James began to make half-stifled noises of his own as the dog’s enormous jabbing prick pounded him. He struggled to keep the twitching cock in his mouth as his whole body shook and convulsed with blinding waves of pleasure. Then he felt a hot burst of fluid deep in his madly contracting hole as Prince began cumming.

James took one of his hands off his little son’s body and began to diligently beat his own cock. He lost track of time as his cock shot on the ground beneath him over and over. He forgot the whole world around him, as man, boy and dog humped frantically together in a three-way orgasm, the humans groaning and gasping, the dog baying deeply.

Slowly returning to awareness, James found himself snugly sandwiched between boy and dog, his chest pressed flat against Rob’s sweaty little chest while Prince weighed him down in tickly furry warmth. He sighed contentedly.

“Hey, Dad,” piped Rob. “What’s Prince doing?”

James blushed furiously and did not raise his head. The dog’s prick was still inside him, giving him little quivers as it twitched and shrank. Rob was squirming beneath him, twisting his head for a look at Prince.

“Golly,” he exclaimed wonderingly. “I get it now. Did Prince—I mean, did he fuck you?”

James met his son’s eyes now, but he was red all over. “Well,” he said, and laughed embarrassedly, “yes, he did. I was busy with you, and he just sort of crawled onto me.”

But Rob was not shocked or repelled. He only shook his head in regret. “Jeez, I wish I’d seen that.”

James laughed in surprise. “Well, if things go on like this, maybe you will.”