Dad's

Once I reach the table, I crawl underneath and directly to Dad. At a touch, his knees part, and his cock is now mine for the taking. I lean in, kissing my way down to the hilt and then licking my way back to the crown. I wrap my lips around him.

“That's it, faggot, suck Dad's cock,” Dad orders. My body responds automatically, my mouth sliding down to the hilt and I comply with the command. I bob my head smooth and slow, working my Dad's pole to get the most cream I possibly can.

He ignores me, eating his breakfast and talking with the twins, as I kneel under the table, servicing his fat, long phallus. The taste of him floods my tongue, his scent in my lungs. I moan involuntarily, happily sucking my Dad's cock for cream.

I feel the twins' feet finding my body, sliding up, and they put their feet on my back and ass. One leg of Juno's crossed over one of Enzo's, one of Juno's feet on my ass. Enzo's other foot comes to my head, shoving me down on Dad's cock as I rise.

“Take it, faggot!” Enzo orders as he eats, otherwise ignoring me. I don't object, I simply take it as Enzo basically powers-up my motions, making my mouth better for Dad. I suck as hard as I can, but Enzo uses his foot to fuck my face on Dad's prick.

Given the assistance, it isn't long before Dad's prick is pulsing. I reach up and tap Enzo's calf, and he responds by shoving my head down hard enough that Dad's nuts fill my mouth. He looks underneath the table and laughs, grinning in triumph.

“That's it, faggot, holster Dad's dick in your sweet fag throat!” Enzo cheers. I don't really have a choice, his foot is pinning my head on Dad's dick. Dad groans in pleasure as his cum pumps into my lower throat, and I swallow around his thick rod.

“Fuck, yes, faggot, good boy,” Dad praises, before casually brushing Enzo's foot off my head. I lift my mouth off Dad's dick, gasping softly for air before moving to the twins. Remaining kneeling under the table, watching them stroke themselves.

Slow, languid strokes, the kind that'll keep them boned but not let them blow. I shouldn't have to work too hard to get fed by my little brother and little sister. The twins seem ready. It's just a question of whose cream I should save for being last.

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