Autofellatio [ Successful ]

Seeing little point to putting it off, I lower myself onto the floor between the cabinets and the refrigerator, bringing my legs up over my head. I curve my spine and bend as much as I can, planting my feet firmly against the refrigerator door.

I move my feet forward a step at a time until they're where the refrigerator door meets the floor. My eyes focus on my cock, close to my face now. I bend my legs until my knees are on the floor, my feet stretched hard to maintain leverage.

My crown touches my lips, and I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my own musk. My cock is hard with the simple anticipation of having a mouth on it, like my cock wants to be in my mouth. I'm not small, which certainly helps, some.

I lick my lips, slowly, drawing my tongue around the tip of my crown. I shiver in pleasure at the sensation, and my hips twitch, shoving inches into my mouth. My eyes flutter in surprise at the reflexive reaction, my muscles tensing in reply.

“Stop dithering around and fuck that faggot mouth, bitch!” Dad commands, and my hips jerk forward. My eyes widen in surprise as my body obeys, slamming into myself deep enough and hard enough my nuts slap hard against my eyelids.

“Fuck, yea!” Juno cheers, “Skull-fuck that faggot mouth, whore!” My hips sway back and then in again, as I start fucking my own mouth, using the leverage for control. I moan on my own cock, my cheeks colouring as my hips slap into them.

I don't bother with tenderness, I simply do as I'm told. Juno commanded me to skull-fuck myself, and my body seems as if programmed to eagerly comply. At least I'm not choking on it, as my own cock pistons down my throat, out, then in again.

“HOLSTER IT!” Enzo calls, and my hips jerk forward even more violently. My eyes widen as my hips slam in hard enough to force my nuts into my mouth. My throat flexes lewdly with the intrusion, lodging my entire cock deep into my throat.

“Fuck yes!” Enzo cheers, “Skull-fuck yourself, faggot!” My hips yank back, dragging my nuts out of my mouth as I began to suck on them, and then slam back in again. My balls slap harshly against my eyelids, my cheeks reddening from impact.

I do my best to suck myself, but my hips are moving too fast to make it easy. I can really only lay here, contorted into the desired position, and take it from myself while my body obeys the commands of my family to ram my own faggot mouth.

It doesn't take long, I've never been the recipient of pleasure before, and soon my cock is pulsing. Mom puts her foot on my ass, “Holster it in, faggot! Cum straight down your own fucking faggot throat!”

My hips snap obediently forward as she pushes with her foot, and my balls return to my mouth. I moan and suck my own balls, rolling my tongue submissively around them, as my own jism pumps into me, a modest contribution to breakfast.

When my pulsing stops, I slowly pull back, gasping for air as soon as my own prick leaves my throat. Mom nods quietly in satisfaction. “Good boy, faggot. Now get to work, you have three more servings of breakfast to ensure you're fully fed.”

I groan, uncurling my body and catching my breath as I crawl toward the breakfast table on my hands and knees, to slide underneath the table to eat.

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