Testing out the new funbags

"Mornin' dad." Pete says with a yawn as he walks through the patio door. He pauses in front of his mother, still getting railed up the ass by his father, and begins drying his recently spent cock on her cheeks. She obediently sticks her tongue out to allow her son access to her mouth, but its clear he's just using the opportunity to humiliate her; smearing the remains of your saliva on his mother's face for fun.

"Oh, did you give your sister her morning dose?" Pete's father asks him, not slowing his thrusting into mom's rear.

"Uhh... yeah... Well, most of it landed on her back..." Pete says, now more repeatedly smacking his mother in the face with his limp cock than anything else. Then adds, "Cause she was being a bitch, or whatever..."

Pete's father frowns at him, beginning to feel guilty, knowing it's his rule that allows Pete to waste your doses at his own discretion. He pauses halfway into Martha's anus and looks down at his filthy cock as he considers feeding you his dose, rather than wasting it in her bowels like he was planning. He knows you seem to be getting ripped off more than actually getting your medicine these days.

"Alright, I better give this one to Sarah then." Kevin declares as he pulls out of his wife with a pop, then quickly walks out the patio door, excited to violate his daughter.

You are still kneeling on the deck, reaching behind your back and trying to find where Pete wasted his dose on you, as your father quickly approaches you, poking you between the lips with his filthy smelling cock without a word. You roll your eyes but open up without a moment of hesitation. He was probably going to make you clean it off anyway, but judging by his erection, at least this time he seems to be giving you something for it.

You complained once, months ago, about the men of the house constantly going directly ass to mouth all the time, which resulted in a month of doses wasted in your bowels with the excuse: "I thought you didn't want to taste it?" They only stopped after you begged to lick them clean and proclaimed to love the taste. Since then, randomly giving a tongue bath to a filthy cock has been part of your daily routine.

You close your eyes and try to ignore the taste as you slide your tongue on the underside of the filthy dick pushing its way into your esophagus. Your father groans with satisfaction, slowly pushing himself to the hilt and reaching down to play with your new big tits, trying to decide if he likes the feel as much as the look.

You obediently attempt to continue lapping your father's balls clean, despite the massive intrusion in your throat, while he gruffly manhandles your breasts, still sore from the recent surgery. You want to complain, but you've learned by now that it tends to make things worse, so you concentrate your efforts on trying to make him start shooting his load into your stomach as fast as possible; twisting your head and working your tongue while he holds you down.

"Alright! Let's give 'em a try!" Your father proclaims, suddenly giving a push forward with his pelvis and releasing your head; knocking you backwards. You land on your back, wasting the remains of Pete's load and grinding the rough wood of the patio into your fresh tattoo as you writhe in pain and shock.

You attempt a complaint as you catch your breath, but your wind is suddenly knocked out of you again when your father gleefully sits nearly his full weight on your stomach, flopping his spit-drenched cock between your big fake tits as he drops onto you from above. He quickly grabs a breast in each hand and pulls them together around his shaft, already humping furiously before you can breathe again.

"Dad... The doctor said... you aren't supposed to...*MMMMphhh*" You attempt to plead before your father grabs you by the hair and pushes the head of his cock into your mouth as he continues to thrust, deliberately shutting you up before you can finish.

"The doctor said it would be fine as long as it wasn't too rough." Your father quips back, now basically just shallow fucking your mouth, since he had to release his grip on your breasts to grab your hair. He attempts to hold your tits together with one hand, pushing his fingers into one and his thumb into the other and tugging them over his shaft in an extremely rough and painful way, despite his words.

This is the same doctor who performed the entire surgery with his cock inside your **** ass as a special "service" dad paid extra for. Your father made you thank him for the multiple loads you found in your mouth when you woke up in the recovery room.

Not able to get good traction on your fake round tits without something to grab onto, your father begins holding both your nipples in one hand, squeezing them together harder for extra tightness as he humps your chest and mouth. You attempt a muffled squeal of pain around his cock and begin trying to alleviate some of the pain by holding your breasts for him.

Your father continues to cruelly squeeze your nipples together, even though it's no longer required, and he looks down at them as though pondering something. "You know, I bet if we got your nipples pierced we could attach them to the same ring and I wouldn't have to hold them at all!" He begins to pinch them both together between his thumb and forefinger as he continues to thrust, attempting to simulate what it would be like if they were attached.

You attempt a whining complaint at the idea, as well as the cruel treatment, but know there isn't much you could do at this point. Even if you tried to stop him he would coerce you into it one way or another, so you just hope he forgets about it later as he often does when he decides he wants to modify your body.

"I think you'll get way more donations this way! See?" Your father abruptly begins to orgasm, just to prove his point, releasing your head just as the first shot hits your tongue. You scramble to get it back into your mouth without his assistance as several more streaks of white fly out from between your painfully contorted breasts and across your face.

He groans with satisfaction as he deliberately aims away from your mouth, trying to get good coverage on your face as best as he can by further twisting your nipples to point himself in different directions. A shot hits your eye and you wince in pain, giving up trying to catch the flying liquid on your tongue and just letting him plaster you all he wants.

As he finally begins to slow down he grabs your hair again, shoving your cum covered face into your cleavage, smothering you as he pushes himself as deep as he can to milk out the last drops and yanking your neck at an impossible angle. He holds you this way for what feels like an eternity, practically drowning you in the load between your tits.

Once satisfied, he releases you all at once and stands up as your head falls back with a flop. He admires his handiwork on your face and tits, now mostly rubbed in, as he watches your chest heave while you try to catch your breath.

"Oh! I gotta get a picture for your fans!" He says, quickly pulling out his phone and opening the camera app. "Smile and say 'Thank you, Daddy!'"

*kaff kaff* "Thank.... you...." *kaff kaff* "...Daddy" You say reluctantly, trying not to show your anger and pain as the flash goes off above you.

"Be sure to finish all your medicine, sweetie." Your father says, beginning to post the picture to social media as he walks back inside. "Maybe we'll go get your nipples pierced later today." He adds as he closes the door behind him.

You continue to lay naked and splayed out on the patio deck where your father left you, drenched in his cum, trying to catch your breath as you survey how much pain you're in all over.