“Yes!”

Amy doesn't answer. She simply grabs my head and shoves my head down on her prick as she makes one unhesitating slam. Amy rams her cock down my throat in one bucking thrust so fast and hard that her balls slam onto my tongue.

My eyes flutter and stare at the trimmed hair and silky skin at her base. I moan on her cock, offering Amy pleasurable vibrations as I start to suck her nuts. Her thick cock pulses in my throat, and soon, thick streams of cum pump into it.

I swallow around her, milking her cock for every drop of her release that I can get from her. Her hands are a vise on my head, holding me down and in position for her use without concern. For two minutes, all I can do is just hold my breath.

When the pulsing finally stops, Amy curls her fingers, tangling them in my soft hair, and then pulls my head forcefully off her prick. I gasp for air when her cock leaves my throat, watching her cock reappear in front of me as she pulls out totally.

“Good boy, faggot,” Amy smirks down at me, then bends down and pulls my hair to turn my face up, and she kisses me on the forehead, “I love you, faggot. Never forget that I would've deprogrammed you in a heartbeat if that's what you asked.”

“I love you, too, Amy,” I assure her, as she stands back up and pulls my hair, using it to dry her cock off. I don't mind at all. She's entitled to use me however she wants, because she's my best friend. I look up at her once she finishes drying herself.

“So, now what?” I ask. Amy smiles at me, but before she can answer, Dad walks back into the room and clears his throat.

“Amy. Dinner's ready. Why don't you join us?” Dad says, before looking at me, “Your place is under the table from now on. You'll serve our cocks while we eat. If you can make any of us cum, then you can consider that to be your dessert, faggot.”

“You'll be free to service our cocks however you feel like it, but you remain under the table servicing our cocks until we're done eating,” Dad tells me, and I nod. When Amy and Dad go to the kitchen, I follow obediently and crawl under the table.

I listen as Mom puts dinner on, the savoury smells filling my nose. Food I'll not be eating again from now on, most likely. Kneeling under the table, I wait patiently until Amy sits down, and I crawl to her, applying my mouth to her cock, again.

I kiss and lick, worshipping her meat as I hear my Mom and Dad taking their seats at the table. I remain focused on Amy's prick, for now, until she stands up to fix her plate. When she does, I shift to my Mom, taking her silently into my mouth.

When Mom stands up to fix her plate, I shift to my Dad, beginning to lick and kiss his cock as I kneel underneath the table. This is my place, now, and so as they start to eat, I wrap my lips around my Dad's cock and slide my lips to my Dad's hilt.

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