Inside your pussy

The tip of your fathers long cock begins to enter your pussy, then shoves in less than halfway, nudging the dull points of a butterknives as he hits the limit of the stack protruding between you. You wince at the light impact as he laughs slightly, Pete still hammering your face.

"Heh, guess that's all you get Pumpkin, I'm sorry." He begins a gentle pace, much slower than Pete at first, pulling out until just before he pops out from your tight, barely used pussy then back in, gently bumping the silverware behind you. You attempt a loud yelp with each impact.

You used to practically enjoy the long slow sessions you and your father would have with his big cock, before he became much more attracted to your asshole like the rest of society. This is the first time he's fucked your pussy all year and he's barely even inside you halfway. You begin trying to scream around the cock in your throat again as be nudges harder each time.

*GAAA-AACCK*

"You know, I thought that this thing poking me would hurt way more than it does!" He says as you begin to run out of air to gag. He flicks the end of a knife as he says this, the resulting vibration shaking the entire stack inside you, then begins trying to get himself deeper inside your pussy as he begins to feel better and better. Before long he's leaning weight on it to keep it from impacting his pelvis so much.

You attempt another ragged, muted scream but this time it turns to semen in your throat as Pete begins to shoot his wad without warning, unable to take his own pace with the wonderful vibrations your attempts at screaming causes him. He continues to push as much of it as he can down your throat as you attempt to scream, breathe, swallow, and flail at the same time. The stack sinks slowly deeper under your father's weight as he increases his pace, now more than three quarters of the way inside you.

"You about finished with her, son?" Your father asks, still fighting to get deeper as the feeling of your tight pussy on his cock becomes more incredible. Pete nods slowly, still just barely thrusting in an out of your throat as he enters afterglow, enjoying the last of the vibrations from your cum gurggled screams.

The stack reaches its limit inside you where the heads of the utensils flare as your father pumps harder, still trying to get in all the way. He abruptly pulls out, much to your relief, and walks around to stand next to Pete. You brother pulls you off of his cock, holding you in the air by a fistful of hair on one side of your head, and passes you to your father as you cough on a sputter on the cum still in your mouth.

Your father grabs the other side and takes you like the passing of a basketball, clapping his other hand down roundly where Pete's just was as he takes you, then jamming inside; forcing in his cock, the rest of Pete's cum in your mouth, and his account opening deposit down your throat at all at once. He humps violently, releasing the pent up frustration of not being able to get all the way inside your pussy on your mouth as he shoots wave after wave of his load into your stomach.

"Breakfast is ready!" Your mother calls as she brings plates of pancakes towards the kitchen table. She places down your father's and brother's plates, then holds yours under your father's balls as he pulls out from your throat, causing you to eject a large amount of your family's thoroughly mixed semen on to the top pancake.

"Thanks, mom!" Pete says, walking behind you and selecting a knife and fork from your ass and yanking them out as you jump. Your mother wipes the remainder of your dose on your pancakes by rubbing your chin against them using her own tuft of your hair as your father walks away.

"Thanks, Martha" Your dad says, returning to his chair and pulling out a knife and fork of his own. He pulls out an unnecessary spoon as well, either to make it easier on you or to make you jump one more time.

You attempt to rise on shaking legs, finding it difficult with the remaining stack. You reach behind yourself and start slowly working it all out at once as you cry in pain through gritted teeth. You pop the stack free and your asshole gapes and twitches, attempting to reform itself. You gingerly stand up and place the stack down, selecting a knife and fork of your own, then try to sit down. You jump back up quickly from your tortured butt.

You eat your hot pancakes with fresh cum syrup, standing on your feet, as your brother and father chat with each other casually about sports.

How could this day get any worse? You think, not caring that you are likely jinxing yourself.