The Blissful Life of a Full Time Urinal

You wake up the same as usual for the past few weeks, when the cockhead poking itself between your lips begins coating the inside of your mouth with a fresh stream of your favorite morning beverage. You let your cheeks puff slightly, savoring the flavor and rolling your tongue around before gulping it down without spilling a drop on your pillow. Your wonderful brother is kind enough let you drink it rather than hosing down your face to wake you up. He's so sweet.

"Morning, Bitchmeat." Pete yawns, tightening his grip on your hair and forcing you to look him in the eyes as he relieves himself into your mouth. The two of you are getting along considerably better now that you both have a similar interest: abusing you as hard as possible. He spits between your eyes as you begin to masturbate furiously, gently moaning between greedy swallows.

Judging from the taste of his cock as well as the cum dripping out of your asshole he clearly already unloaded his morning wood into your asshole while you were sleeping, too exhausted from the night before to notice. You don't mind, happy to use his wasted jizz to rub your clit harder; you just wish you could have been awake when he pumped it in.

Your family quickly convinced you to drop out of High School, now that you've discovered your calling in life is to be a full time meat toilet, your guidance counselor even said it was the perfect career for you! It worked well at first; your father began to work from home to spend more time stretching your holes and Peter got an internship at a local tattoo shop, practicing his new craft on your body while brutally pounding your asshole. He pierces your nipples, labia, and clitoris repeatedly, often not even putting in a ring, just piercing your sensitive flesh so your holes squeeze tighter around his cock as you cum.

Trouble quickly began once Peter gave you a trampstamp declaring your asshole his personal cum dumpster, so your angry father **** him to give you one on your waxed pubic mound declaring your pussy to be his exclusive property. Since then they mostly stick to their respective claimed orifices, frequently wasting your medicine inside of you out of spite. These days they hardly even mention or think about the medical excuse they used to use to justify treating you like this, instead using your mouth exclusively as a urinal and cock cleaner while rarely giving you your life-saving medicine.

You couldn't be happier.

"God you look so fuckin hot right now," Your brother moans as you switch into cleaning mode, expertly working your tongue along every little crevice of his shaft and scrotum, cleaning off the residue and flavor of your asshole while obscenely fingering yourself with your legs spread wide.

"Thank you for using me, Onii-saaan!" You chirp happily, putting on the anime girl affectation that you know your brother loves so much. You juggle his balls on your tongue and lay his now clean semi-flaccid member on your cheeks as you beg for another fuck. "Wanna go again?! Pweassse?"

His cock jumps with excitement but he pulls it away, slapping you with it and dragging his testicles across your face one last time before tucking it into his jeans. "Not now, bitch. Let me get something to eat first." You open your mouth wide and he spits in it as a tip for the cock cleaning, your family's new tradition, then he leaves your room. You look at the clock and jump.

Time to wake up daddy.

You quietly sneak into your father's room, slide under the blanket, crawl on top of him, and carefully slide his raging morning erection into your wet pussy, his exclusive fuckhole. He always says that daughter holes are formed on a genetic level to be the perfect shape for milking their father, so you're pretty sure his cock spends more time inside your sopping cunt than it does in his pants these days.

"Good Morning, daddy..." You breathe gently into his ear as you rhythmically rotate your hips, trying to rub your clit on his pelvic bone as your velvety tunnel gently massages his cock from the inside.

Your Father looks up with a start, shaking his head with slight confusion since he was fucking you in the dream he was just having. He looks at the clock for a second then he gruffly twists the piercing in your nipple, which you figure he must think is a snooze button since he does it nearly every morning. "Five more minutes, Bitchmeat..."

You spend the next hour gyrating your hips on Kevin's lap and moaning into his ear, trying to wake him up every five minutes only to get your nipple ring violently yanked to signify another snooze. You don't mind, you're used to being used like this, you just wish he would be more rough in his sleep.

"Holy shit, Dad! You're still asleep?!" Peter exclaims, bursting in the room and forcing an angry erection up your ass. You jump, surprised by the shock of pain from your backside since you are starting to sober up, not that you could have stopped him even if you wanted. "I've been looking for Bitchmeat for like 20 minutes!"

"Nguh! Huh? Wha?" Your father starts as he is rudely awoken by your pussy suddenly getting tighter and suddenly moving up and down his shaft as Pete violently pounds into you. "I was up late last night, Pete... Chill out."

He yawns and begins to keep up rhythm thrusting from below, ignoring the fact that he was only up late drinking with his friends, drunkenly abusing your body and stretching your holes after their sports team won the game. You don't remember most of it, since you drank more than a case and a half of worth of beer, after your father and his six horny friends processed it and pissed it down your throat. You passed out fairly early on, but they continued to **** you well into the night regardless. You woke up on the kitchen table in the dark with a beer bottle full of urine and cum in stuffed into each of your holes, still damp and sticky with salty fluids, sad you missed out on all the fun. You quickly downed both bottles and managed to get a good shower and nearly a full hour of normal sleep before your brother woke up horny this morning.

"Boys, hurry up! Breakfast is getting cold!" Your mother calls as she walks into the room in her usual outfit of a tight apron with nothing on underneath, her huge chest spilling over the top. "Oh! Bitchmeat, there you are!"

Martha lifts the skirt of her apron and pulls your head to her shaven cunt, pushing your lips to the opening of her urethra with the practiced ease of having used you as a urinal so many times over the past few weeks. She's happy to be able to stand up to pee like the boys do, and the family is saving a fortune in toilet paper since everyone in the house just uses your tongue. Your mother begins to relieve herself directly into your mouth for you to gulp down as Peter and Kevin pick up the pace thrusting into your holes.

All three finish at roughly the same time, the back of your womb and bowels are splattered with jizz as the last spurts of the foul tasting non-psychotropic piss slides down your throat. The men grunt and pound into you as you have a massive orgasm of your own.

Everyone quickly shuffles around you, Pete and Kevin standing to present filthy cocks for you to tongue bathe while Martha dives between your legs to greedily slurp up the medicine oozing out from deep inside before it falls out. You almost suspect she might be playing a part in them firing inside you so often, especially since she's always there to clean you up, but you can barely do basic addition and subtraction at this point, so you just happily slurp at the disgusting dicks on your face while your mother eats your reward.

"Come see me later, I got an idea for another tattoo." Pete commands as he spits a thank you tip into your mouth before leaving. Your father begins to take his morning piss into it as well, refreshing your buzz and making your mother's effort to dig cum out of your asshole with her tongue feel even better.

"Come to my office later so I can use your cunt, Bitchmeat." Kevin demands after he finishes relieving himself, purposefully shooting his last spurts across your face and spitting into his toilet daughter's mouth as he exits.

"Let me know if you need another cleanup, Bitchmeat." Your mother croons, kindly spitting a small wad of medicine from deep in your ass into your mouth then lapping up the piss your father wasted and spitting that in as well.

You gulp down your wonderful family's generous contributions, happy to be so needed as they leave you alone to masturbate on your parents bed while you decide what to do today.