Sam, and It Isn't Close

Her father groans as he continues to pound you for an hour, resisting and struggling harder and harder to do so. Even as you continue to stroke her brothers, Sam continues to plough your ass with smooth, hard strokes. She yanks on the leash as her father gasps, as you feel her brothers pulsing again from an hour of feeling your hand on their pricks.

Three loads of cum pump across your face as you hear Sam's mother cumming again, nearby, as Becca gasps loudly, “Oh fuck that's hot! Fuck. Paint that fucking faggot. Breed that worthless faggot bitch, princess! Ruin it!”

“Say it, daddy. I win,” Sam demands, still fucking your ass hard, pounding and stretching your hole for her pleasure.

“Fucking hell. You win, princess. Goddamn.” Her father sounds impressed, not with you, but certainly with his daughter. Even as her brothers soften in your hands and pull away, Sam continues to plough your hole. Her brothers used to be nice to you but now they simply walk away without having said a word to you.

“Damn, sis. You got stamina!” you hear Jake say, “We're gonna go inside and play video games now. See you later, girl!”

You continue to stroke her father's dick as your body sways at every thrust, as Sam holds out for another hour until her father dumps a second load on your face. You hear her mother cumming again and again watching you, encouraging her daughter to breed you.

Finally, Sam pulls her prick from your hole, pulsing hard as she unloads on your ass and back. Then, Sam drops your leash and kicks you in the nuts before shoving you with her foot against your ass. You groan as her father pulls his prick from your hand and puts it away, falling on their back yard lawn.

“I'm going to bed now. You will serve every fucking cock that finds you here, faggot. You will stay here overnight and sleep here,” she orders, and you whimper but you don't push yourself up off the ground. You're fucked out and exhausted as you hear them simply leaving you there and going back into their house, letting you sleep outside on the lawn as if you don't matter at all.

At least it's a warm night with a nice breeze, you think to yourself as your consciousness fades and you pass out, cum-drenched and stretched to accommodate cock. You fall asleep with the odd, unfamiliar sense of comfort and relaxation like you've never experienced, like you can't explain, knowing you're nothing but a faggot to be used and enjoyed.