Training Montage

"That's right, get rid of it! Both of you!" Martha exclaims as two jets of piss wake you up at the bottom of the empty bathtub in the main bathroom of your house. You struggle to catch it in your mouth to swallow it properly, but your father and brother seem to be deliberately aiming away from your gaping maw as they cover your upper face and body. You can just barely see your mother scowling down at you through the yellow haze cascading over your eyes.

"I know it's not you guys' fault that your bodies make this horrible stuff, but you need to stop letting addicts convince you to give it to them!" she continues, clearly nursing a pretty bad hangover from Peter using her throat as a urinal all evening, redoubling her resolve for sobriety this morning. "I can at least make sure you dispose of it properly! Sarah, don't you DARE drink any of it, you little slut!"

You whimper sadly as your thirsty mouth remains empty, your new favorite drug swirling sadly down the drain between your legs as your family hoses you down from head to toe, but you remain a good target for them, despite your own hangover headache, while continuously getting showered with the cure.

"I know it seems harsh, pumpkin. But if we want to get you that job as a professional Cock Cleaner, you're going to have to get used to resisting the temptation to drink," your father explains, charitably moving his stream on to your outstretched tongue, so you can at least taste it before it runs down your bare chest and gone for good, now that you understand you're not supposed to drink it. Your brother does the same, coating your tongue with both streams as Kevin continues, "You're going to naturally be expected to act as a urinal like this during working hours, but you won't be allowed to swallow it there either, since you aren't going to be allowed to get drunk while you're on the clock. Understand?"

You nod softly as the two begin slowing down, your brother taking his last spurts directly into your mournful eyes while your father 'accidently' hits you in the back of the throat a few times, letting you choke back enough to at least kill the headache for a bit. You appreciate it, especially when combined with the small amount you can squeeze out of both of them during the requisite cleaning afterwards.

Your mother sighs as she watches the last of it go down the drain and the impulse to slurp it off your dripping body fades; relieved that the temptation is gone for herself now that the men's bladders are completely empty, and she begins to leave as your family members hoist you into the air to impale you on their revitalized erections.

"You boys have fun! And those cocks better be spotless when they're done, young lady! You're in training today!" Martha shouts as she leaves to make breakfast for the family, slamming the door behind her as they slam to the hilt in your holes for the first time today, well-lubed from your generous tongue bath.

You try to yell back an affirmative to your mother, now that your mouth is free of cock and piss for once, but Pete is already choking you from behind, trying to get you to squeeze your asshole tighter around his shaft as he pounds into you, while your father explains the plan for the day as he enjoys a leisurely pace into your tightly gripping cunt. They drop you to the ground and force you to clean them off, then swap holes several times until breakfast is ready, when they practically drag you downstairs while still double penetrating your asshole.

The men kindly give their donations to your mother, to thank her for cooking, by quickly jerking it over her stack of pancakes, then pulling you under the table to resume your Cock Cleaning practice and get the boys ready for more. Your breakfast for this morning is a rather expensive maple syrup, served by being poured on to your father's flaccid cock, licked off until the whole area is no longer sticky, then you get a second helping from your brother as he does the same. You finish off nearly half the bottle of syrup as the two slowly grow painfully erect, quickly finishing their breakfast so they can go back to using your holes, pulling your mother in once she finishes her own cum-covered meal.

They spend the rest of the morning finding the most difficult things possible to make you lick off their junk and frequently using your bodies, then giving the resulting donations to your mother, supposedly to punish you for drinking yesterday. By midafternoon your father and brother are completely spent, unable to manage even a slight erection, no matter how much you roll their flaccid cocks around in your mouth or how deep you probe your tongue into their assholes.

So after using your face as a urinal target one last time with Peter, wasting the drug down the drain under the watchful scowl of your mother, your father takes you back to the hobo camp to apologize for making them get you drunk, and offer your services more soberly this time.

You spend a much less enjoyable early evening volunteering to aid the homeless, by repeatedly scrubbing their filthy shafts with your tongue while they abuse your holes. But even sober you begin to feel good about it, seeing how many of them truly appreciate having their sweaty, unwashed testicles finally clean for the first time in weeks, feeling closer to them as you begin to recognize each of them from the taste alone, as they appreciatively shoot their donations straight into your mouth or down your throat, sparing you a wasted facial or creampie.

Once they find out you aren't drinking piss today, most of them decide to go straight up your ass, patiently forming a line and emptying their bladders into your bowels one at a time, just to see how much you can hold. Your father allows this, since it's something that could happen to you one day in your intended profession, even adding his own to the pot and buying them beers for the help to encourage even more.

After getting a bit drunk themselves, they decide to make a game of it, forcing you to roll onto your back with your hips above your head, and gape your own holes for them with your fingers so they can fill your asshole three at a time, even aiming for your cunt and beginning to inflate your uterus like a piss balloon. Several men, including your father, take turns pounding into your throat as practically every guy on the block uses you as an open urinal, earning you several more fresh doses, at least, for your trouble.

The men continue to chitchat and drink as they wait for some of the more pee-shy hobos to finish emptying their bladders into you, beginning to use your gaped holes as an ashtray while they smoke and abusing your tits as they wait for a turn using your mouth; even though they are mostly competing to see who can make the biggest lump in your neck with the head of their cock, switching without giving you any medicine for what seems like hours. Someone carelessly flicks their cigarette butt into your open pussy and the hot cherry bounces off your clit before extinguishing itself in the liquid inside you, causing you to finally snap as you squeal around the cock in your throat, forcing your dad to suddenly cum from the pleasant vibration.

"Oh, jeez! Look at the time!" He exclaims, even as he continues to pump another load into your esophagus, practically drowning you in it as you struggle to not eject all the liquid filling your bowels, especially while another two hobos are working to fill it. You're pretty sure your intestines are filled up all the way back to the stomach, because you've begun to enjoy all of this immensely, practically trying to gulp down more with your asshole and help the men aim straight into your cervix to further inflate your womb.

"Alright, pumpkin! Let's get this wrapped up, you ready? Don't swallow it!" Your father shouts, as the men take turns kicking your distended belly, aiming your holes toward your face. Unfortunately, it ejects from the opposite side they intended, causing you to throw up the copious donations you received, as well as all the piss that went into your ass, shooting out of your mouth and covering your head, along with a firehose from deep in your cunt. He shakes his head with disappointment at you as you sputter for air through the shower from every hole, "Oh, sweetie. Are you drunk again? We were so close to leaving! Let's get you cleaned up before your mother sees."

"Sorry, daddy..." you moan sadly as you try to stand up, still emptying the contents of your holes on to the ground as he begins to drag you away, already late for your next appointment.