Natural Selection 9a
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Non-con, Incest, Bestiality, B!P, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Additional warnings for this chapter: Somnophilia, rough sex, pain play, pregnancy kink, discussion of mpreg.
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. Click HERE to see what the dogs look like.
A/N - I'm back! Sorry for the wait...I was house hunting but now I've bought one and I move in next week!! You should also check out the amazing fanart that a lovely artist, Val, drew for me. But here's the update which is sex, sex and more sex...oh and a confrontation.
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Hunter met him at the back door on the stormy Sunday afternoon that Burt finally arrived home. The house was quiet; the noise of the wind and sleet was silenced as soon as the door closed.
After divesting himself of his outer layers and boots, Burt ruffled the sled dog about the neck and headed inside.
He found his son sleeping, splayed on his back on the couch in one of Burt’s blue flannel shirts, hair damp and combed, the fire flickering heartily in the hearth. Finch’s tail wagged, thumping in the far corner of the room where the dog must have retreated to after getting too warm. The television was off, and the room was clear of towels and cushions which made Burt wonder what else his boy had been up to in the four days he’d been away.
During their nightly phone calls, he’d had Kurt recount the latest ‘games’ played with the dogs while Quinn had used her mouth to finish him off. Burt had been expecting to find Mrs Pine’s Spaniels at home today but she must’ve come back as soon as the roads had opened up, just like he had, anxious to get back to the boys.
The sweltering heat was suffocating. Burt tugged at his collar and pulled his shirts off. Kicking his jeans away, he headed for the couch.
Lying over his snoozing boy, Burt tucked his face into Kurt’s neck and inhaled the fresh smell of sweet soap. There was barely enough room to fit between Kurt’s legs and every deep breath his son took had Burt’s dick hardening in his shorts. He mouthed at Kurt’s neck, not trying very hard to wake him but hoping he’d rouse soon. Burt moved his hand down and stroked at his kid’s downy pussy until a finger slid between the lips, slipping up and down the groove, still damp from the shower.
He wormed a finger into his son’s cunt and shifted it back and forth slowly, loosening the boy up, the slide so much easier as Kurt moistened. Two fingers twisted their way in, then out. Burt’s cock twitched against the soft cotton of his worn boxer shorts while he rubbed himself against Kurt’s inner thigh, fingers still pumping away.
Burt’s hand dropped to his shorts. He yanked them down and told a hold of his cock, directing the bulbous head to his son’s entrance. His loose kisses over Kurt’s neck turned into a soft bite as he slid his dick inside, hand splaying over the kid’s shirt covered stomach.
Kurt groaned, a soft frown on his face, his legs instinctively spreading.
Burt shifted his weight, completely engulfing Kurt with his bulk. He’d have to start watching his weight, he realized, his gut pressing his boy deeper into the cushions. He went back to working a mark on Kurt’s elongated neck. Not normally one for love bites and such, Burt was overwhelmed with an insatiable need to show them both who Kurt belonged with.
He thrust in lethargically. Kurt moaned groggily. The slow slide and drag was driving Burt wild but tried to savor his homecoming.
“Daddy?” Kurt mumbled softly.
“Hi, baby.” Burt kissed the purple splotch that he’d sucked into place. “I missed you.”
“Mmm, me too. O-ooh, keep doing that.”
Burt thrust in harder, sharper this time. “Like this?” He drove in solidly again. He picked up the pace, while his son’s fingernails dug into his shoulders. The kid’s hips pushed upwards, fucking back as best he could while pinned to the couch liked he was. It was one of the things that Burt loved about his son, his absolute enthusiasm to fuck. Even though Quinn seemed to enjoy herself, she never really seemed to let go and let her body take what it wanted, not like Kurt. There was no one like Kurt.
Burt grunted as he pulled himself back, tugging at Kurt’s legs. He shifted again, tucking his son's ankles over his shoulders. Burt folded his kid up, Kurt’s knees pushing into the sofa as his pussy was tipped up and primed for the taking. Swiping his fingers against his tongue, Burt wet himself and pushed his cock in, hitting bottom in a single swift thrust.
The half gasp, half sob that Kurt made surprised him even as he slammed into him repeatedly. The boy’s delicate hands splayed across Burt’s heavy hairy stomach, scratching amongst the hair there. He squeezed his eyes shut and listened to the noise of his balls slapping against Kurt while his son panted for him.
“Kurt, Kurt. Fuck!” Burt gripped his kid’s calf muscle and used the other hand to brace himself against the arm of the sofa as he pushed in one last time, spilling inside Kurt.
He kept himself half crouched over his son as he licked at his own thumb and put it to work against Kurt’s clit, rubbing until the boy’s body bucked against him while he moaned for his daddy.
Burt sighed as he rearranged them both to lie together like before, their arms wrapped around each other. “I love you, baby.”
“Welcome home, daddy. Love you too.”
***
The dim light of the winter dawn barely lit his daddy’s room and Kurt found himself breathing through his nose as an ache in his belly distracted him again. He shifted restlessly, frowning while his daddy lay on top of him, fucking him intently.
He focused in on the light shade. He pondered on whether he should redecorate in here. What better day for a change than a Monday, a clean slate he realized belatedly as his father grunted and spurted inside him, letting his body slump all over him. Kurt stared at the ceiling for a few more seconds, spotting old paintbrush strokes and then pushed at his daddy’s arms to get him to roll off.
His father’s thumb stroked one of Kurt’s nipples as a toy was pushed into his hand. He wanted Kurt to cum too.
Kurt clicked it on, homing in on a racing speed immediately as he pressed the toy against his button. The whining thump of the toy’s motor filled the quiet room. He arched off the bed as his father sucked on his other nipple. They were so sensitive today.
“Uh,” he muttered. His head banged back on the pillow as his hips reared up. “Uh.”
“Show daddy how much you want it.”
“Uh. Daddy,” he whined. A short sharp twinge wound its way up inside him, making his mouth twist unpleasantly but just then everything was blown away as he came, grunting like an animal.
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“No, daddy. I wanna kiss you tonight.”
His father sighed but let Kurt drop to his knees beside the bed in the lamp lit room. His daddy sat himself down on the drawn back covers and held his cock steady as Kurt slid his mouth over it.
“Oh god, Kurt. Jesus!”
Kurt hummed happily, his father’s hands helping to move his head the right way. He sucked harder, his tongue sweeping along the cock as it pushed in. He shut his eyes and let his daddy do what he liked; he’d be able to sleep soon. He was just so tired today.
***
“Good morning, baby.” Burt rolled over and spooned his son. It was nice having Kurt sleep beside him. He’d barely let the boy leave his side since he’d been home and several days later, he wondered if he shouldn’t just have Kurt sleep here permanently.
Kurt grumbled and buried his face in the pillow.
“Wakey, wakey,” Burt teased, fingers already at work in Kurt’s cunt. Wet, just like always. “Ready for daddy?”
The boy grunted again but pushed his ass out as Burt lifted a supple leg up and over his own thigh.
His dick slid in smoothly. There was nothing like being inside his kid. Best pussy in all of Ohio.
Kurt’s leg remained cocked as Burt fucked him, sliding his rough hands over his son’s body. The swell of Kurt’s abdomen made him wonder if they both should be getting more exercise, other than all the fucking they’d been doing. He let the thought go when Kurt’s soft moans started up.
“Uhhh,” Burt groaned. There was nothing like screwing his son. Best part of his day. He fucked in faster as Kurt worked his body against him. “I’m gonna cum. I’m-I- Oh goddamn!” Burt held the boy tight against him, cock pulsing. “Best pussy. You have the best pussy, baby, I swear to god,” he panted into Kurt’s hair. “Did you cum? No? Want me to help you?”
Kurt shook his head and pulled himself away, rolling forward a little, knee braced against the bed.
“Suit yourself, kiddo.” Burt groaned, pulling himself upright. “I’ve got a hankering for eggs. D’ya think you can make us some omelettes this morning?”
“Sure,” Kurt said softly, rolling over to smile as Burt pulled on some clean clothes. “I think there’s some ham I can use. And there’s freeze dried mushrooms too.”
“You’re the best, bud. What would I do without you?” Burt dropped a short kiss to Kurt’s forehead and headed out to ready himself for milking the cows.
***
“Come an’ sit on daddy’s lap.” His father patted his thigh and then shifted to hold his stiff cock upright.
Kurt put the empty beer bottle down on the side table and sighed. The TV blared as the MVP was interviewed after the game. Kurt slipped his underwear down and lifted the hem of the loose red work shirt up, revealing his pussy dusted with tawny hair.
He let his daddy turn him around to face the television and pull him up onto his lap. The heavy cock plugged his cunt up, the fat head barely inside. The shirt fell free from his hands as he leaned back against the hot heavy body behind him.
His father’s strong hands gripped around his hips as he humped upwards, trying to push in deeper, working Kurt’s body over his dick. Giving up for the moment, his daddy went to work on his button until his insides were slippery and he was arching eagerly against each touch.
A high pitched jingle played on the TV as the thick shaft eased into his cunt. Kurt squeezed experimentally and sighed happily when there was no accompanying pain with each clench like there had been the other morning.
Fat fingers dipped into his mouth and his tongue toyed with them, moaning as his daddy’s other hand slid over his tummy.
Kurt’s temple rested against his father’s jaw as they moved their bodies together, fucking slowly. He zoned out, only becoming aware again as his shirt was being unbuttoned and pushed aside. His father’s hands splayed across his tender abdomen then squeezed his puffy nipples which made Kurt pant and writhe.
His nipples were still so much more responsive than usual. Kurt didn’t know what to make of it and didn’t care when every tweak carried with it a direct line of tingling sensation to his cunt. He knew he was calling out for his daddy in a constant stream of words but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
His father’s cock filled him up perfectly. He felt so full, almost like he was going to burst with it as his daddy thrust in again. Kurt ground down against it, reveling in the bloated sensation. He wondered if he’d be able to see the shape of the cock inside him pushing out against his skin.
Hands were back on Kurt’s belly, smoothing and stroking over the stretched skin until his father’s fingers found his button. Kurt’s insides clenched up and with a moan, his cunt gushed over his daddy’s cock.
Kurt leaned back in a daze of pleasure as his father moaned loudly in his ear. Daddy always did make a fuss when he came on his cock.
“Oh, so juicy, baby. You want daddy’s too?”
Kurt grunted as his father’s fingers pressed into his skin, pushing and pulling at his hips, moving him, using his pussy to fuck into. Sometimes he liked this too, liked being dragged onto his daddy’s cock without having to do anything. He drifted, full and happy, only paying attention when his father barely pulled out and shot cum across his cunt, the sticky fluid smeared messily between his thighs.
He sighed when the first dog began to lick him clean and soon he was too sleepy to notice when the second one took over, a tongue competing with his daddy’s fingers to get inside him. Kurt’s eyes slipped closed in slumber after he came again, his cunt still held open by his daddy to let a dog’s curling tongue further inside.
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Kurt made sure to kiss daddy in the shower the next morning and was rewarded with hot cum spurted across his neck as he watched his father’s face through the release.
He was curious to know how it felt to cum like that, with a cock instead of a cunt. He didn’t get the chance to wonder about it for long though, as his daddy helped him up and pushed his chest against the cool shower wall.
Kurt smiled as his father ducked down with a groan. Daddy’s knees weren’t like they used to be. He held his breath as his cheeks were gripped firmly and pulled apart.
When his father’s tongue licked around his hole, Kurt brought his hands up and leaned his face against them. He knew daddy would be at this for a while, teasing him, trying to push his tongue inside his hole until he’d give up and want to taste his cunt instead. Breakfast in the shower was always nice.
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The weak afternoon sunlight shone on Kurt’s face as he napped, curled in the overstuffed armchair like a cat, hand resting protectively over his abdomen. Burt leaned against the door frame, coffee cup in hand and smiled to himself. He really was the luckiest son of a gun to have a special kid like Kurt. Maybe one day it would all change but he let himself be happy for the moment, content to watch his sweet boy laze until dinner, after all, the boy had worked hard and completed his latest school assignment two days early. Burt would make sure it went in Thursday’s post.
If Kurt kept up the pace, he’d end up graduating early. Burt wouldn’t let himself think about what would come after that though. Instead he reminisced about having his little boy running through the house, calling out for him, wanting to show him a new flower or the circle of toadstools he’d found out back.
For a moment, he wanted that all back; a chubby cheeked toddler clutching scrunched up wrapping paper and tearing down the hallway giggling gleefully. Life was simpler then. There was no going back though. No more babies to coo over or tickle. Kurt was almost grown and one day soon he would want to leave.
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“Again?”
“But I’ll kiss you, daddy. Just let me kiss you. Please daddy? I want to. I’m good at that, remember?”
His son slid down the wall at the kitchen doorway, the idea of dessert for the evening forgotten. Burt’s shadow loomed over Kurt as he squatted.
His kid made quick work of pulling his cock out and getting his mouth over him. Burt’s forehead rested in the crook of his arm as he watched Kurt’s head move. He shuddered at the sweet suction of his mouth.
Burt leaned back and slid his hands through Kurt’s soft hair, pushing his boy’s head back against the wall. His slippery cock hung heavy between them. He held Kurt’s head steady and shifted again, his cock bumping against the kid’s barely parted lips. Just like old times. Burt groaned as lips slid slowly around the head of his dick and Kurt’s tongue probed his slit.
“You’re always so good at that, kiddo.”
Burt pressed his cock forward, his son’s mouth accepting him easily, head still held against the wall. He eased in further, Kurt’s mouth going slack as the dick pushed against the back of his throat. Burt waited. The swallow was heavenly as the throat gripped him tightly. If this was as much as Kurt was going to give him tonight, then he’d make sure he got his fill.
His boy swallowed around him again. Burt hummed as he held the boy in position, reeling in pleasure with his cock deep down Kurt’s throat.
The phone rang. His eyes snapped open.
“What-?”
The phone rang again.
“Shit!” Burt pulled away from his son and stumbled off to answer the phone from its cradle in the lounge.
“Hello?”
Burt glanced back to where he’d left Kurt but the kid was gone. Frowning, he turned his attention back to the neighbor on the other end of the phone who was panicked over a cow that was having trouble delivering her calf. He tucked his softening dick away and dropped himself onto the sofa as he talked Ted through some ideas to help with the difficult labor.
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God, he was so hard this morning. He could probably chop wood with his dick in this state but instead Burt rolled out of bed and headed for his son’s room.
Halfway down the hall, he heard telltale moaning and as he rounded Kurt’s open door, he found them. His boy, on his back, hands clasped against the backs of his thighs as Hunter licked his pussy incessantly.
Burt didn’t wait. His boxers hit the floor with a soft thwump and he strode over to the bed. Two large steps had him standing astride over his son, pulling at his shaft, as Kurt’s eyes blinked open.
He eased himself to his knees, spreading them wide to trap Kurt’s ankles. Behind him came the frustrated huff from Hunter as his kid’s body shifted, tipping up. Burt angled his cock down to Kurt’s open mouth.
Kurt choked on a moan as Hunter lapped along the sensitive skin that connected his son’s pussy to his hole. Every hum and whine that Kurt made as the sled dog started to swipe against his asshole had Burt vibrating with need. His hips snapped forward again, burying himself into his son's mouth over and over.
With his orgasm cresting, he pulled out and jerked off, cum practically boiling out of him as it splattered over Kurt’s reddened face.
Burt clambered off the bed, satisfied, chuckling at Hunter who had raced over to Kurt’s face. The dog licking up every drop of cum and making Kurt laugh breathlessly. With a last look back as he tugged on his underwear, Burt grinned at Finch lying between Kurt’s spread legs, tongue busy, while Hunter’s cock was jacked off, trickling more cum over Kurt’s pleased face.
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As Kurt helped rake out the pens in the barn, replacing old hay with new for the cows to lie on, his abdomen stung with a strange cramp. Breathing heavily, he leaned against the handle and waited for it to pass. He’d never felt anything quite like it. Seconds passed and there was nothing, so he moved, dragging the rake towards him.
Another contraction of pain broke over him, slicing through his gut, making Kurt cling to the wooden staff as a sweat broke out across his upper lip. He started breathing again once it finally tapered off.
He undid the button of his pants that had been pressed in tight against him and breathed in deep. No pain, just a dull ache. Maybe he’d feel better after a bath. It sounded like a good idea so Kurt finished the last of his chores and headed into the house with hope that a tub full of hot water would help this heavy, throbbing feeling he’d been left with.
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“Just lean against the wall, baby.” Kurt shook his head and whined, his hands flopping away from his father’s.
“I don’t wanna, daddy.” His kid’s skin was still warm and flushed from his soak in the tub as Burt gripped his son’s upper arm and forcibly turned him to face the hallway wall. He crowded Kurt from behind as his boy’s fingers spread across the wallpaper.
“C’mon, Kurt. You wouldn’t be so wet if you didn’t like it.” His fingers dipped in and out of Kurt’s pussy. Always so damn wet. Burt shoved down his own sweat pants, freeing his dick. Taking himself in hand, he pulled Kurt’s red flannel shirt out of the way, bunching it in his fist above the swell of his son’s ass. With the material tight across Kurt’s chest, he pulled on it to make his kid arch his back.
“I’ll be quick, baby. Just give daddy this…” Burt lined himself up as his mouth pressed against Kurt’s temple. He felt his son huff and reach back to spread his cheeks. “…Uh, this perfect little cunt.” Sinking in, Burt sighed.
“Aw, fuck. G-good boy.”
He could hear Kurt’s breath stutter as he fucked him with quick strokes. Gripping the boy’s hips, Burt pushed him up against the wall and thrust in with lightening fast strokes. He’d made a promise after all.
Burt speared in one last time, rising up on his tip toes as his orgasm ripped through him. He practically swooned as Kurt’s cunt clenched down on his dick. Dizziness swept through him and he took a half step backwards, taking Kurt with him, his arms wrapped firmly around his kid. Burt mouthed lazily at his boy’s ear when he pushed Kurt back up against the wall.
“That pussy’s so perfect. So perfect. Just wanna fuck you all afternoon.” He steadied himself and pulled out. “Stay there,” Burt instructed as Finch wormed his way in between them, tongue lolling out as he sniffed interestedly at the boy’s leaking pussy.
Burt kept a hand against Kurt’s lower back, to make sure he didn’t move as their dog went to work. He withdrew his hand only when Kurt moaned softly. Burt pulled his pants up, snapping the elasticized band against his gut. He leaned forward to kiss at Kurt’s neck.
“You gonna give it to him too?” Kurt’s flushed face turned to him.
“No,” his kid panted.
“No?” Burt clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You shouldn’t tease ‘im like that.” He dropped a final peck to his kid’s cheek. “Have some fun while I run to town to drop off your assignment at the post office. I’ll be back by dinner time, baby.”
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It was colder this morning than it had been all week with another cold front coming in for the next few days, bringing with it more snow.
Burt wandered down the hallway with his skin prickling at the chill. He stopped by the lounge to stir the fire up, getting it roaring to make the house comfortable for his son, then carried on to Kurt’s room.
He stopped outside the unexpectedly shut door with a frown. He looked down at the dogs in surprise. Hunter sat up and whined pitifully at Burt while the other sled dog began to scratch at Kurt’s bedroom door.
Burt stepped closer to the door. Finch stopped his pawing and stood up expectantly, ears cocked, itching to get inside. Burt pulled the handle down and eased open the door to poke his head inside.
“Don’t let them in!” Kurt yelled, muffled from a spot under the blankets.
Burt’s frown deepened to a scowl as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. He did what Kurt asked, squeezing in while the dogs complained with groans at being left outside. Burt made his way to the bed after closing the door behind him, and sat down as close to his son as he could, his spine stiffening as he heard Kurt whimper under the bedding.
“Baby, wh-?”
“Leave me alone,” Kurt whined as Burt’s hand hovered above him.
“Kurt.”
“Make them leave me alone, daddy,” Kurt insisted. “They won’t leave me alone.” Burt’s mouth crooked in a half smile and he snorted softly.
“Finally had your fill, kiddo?”
“Mmmm,” Kurt groaned, still a lump under the blankets.
“You gonna make daddy work for his breakfast?” Burt chuckled as he pulled at the covers and tried to find his way in unsuccessfully. “C’mon, come out, baby,” he said in a light teasing tone.
“No!” Kurt snapped, which made Burt whip his hands away from the sheet he’d been grasping at.
Shocked, Burt sat there in silence as he tried to gauge what his next move should be so as not to get his head bitten off. He laid a broad hand over his boy’s covered back and purposefully ignored the small flinch as he made contact.
“Tell you what, why don’t we take this morning off, huh?” He paused and softened his voice. “I’m gonna head out an’ do the milking. Why don’t you get yourself, uh, situated and have second breakfast on the table by the time I come back in. Yeah?”
Burt waited, listening to Kurt’s soft breathing as he stroked his hand along his kid’s back soothingly. Finally his son sniffed and spoke quietly.
“’Kay.”
Tentatively, Burt closed his kid’s door and led the dogs away. He wondered what on earth had gotten into Kurt. The boy hadn’t back-talked like that in years.
***
The room was sweltering as Kurt wandered past him, having replaced the empty beer bottle with a full cold one on the small table beside Burt’s recliner.
Burt eyed his son’s slender thighs as the green flannel shirt flapped open with the movement, exposing the black lacy panties Kurt had on tonight. He reached out, fingertips grazing his kid’s thigh as Kurt moved away. His glazed eyes followed Kurt to the doorway as the boy disappeared through it.
He’d definitely had one too many tonight but it had been a very long Friday. Breakfast at the table this morning had been fraught with a moody Kurt who barely spoke and when he did, had practically shouted at him. It wasn’t until much later in the day after he’d finished his work that Kurt had apologized and snuggled into his side while they relaxed on the couch for a bit. The kid had even dozed off with his arms cinched around Burt tightly, as if he was afraid to be left alone.
It seemed as though the earlier nap had made a dent in his son’s attitude. Burt had left Kurt to his own devices, pottering around the kitchen to make a hearty dinner at his own insistence. Then afterwards, while the game was on, as soon as each beer bottle had been set down empty, Kurt was there with another to replace it and consequently, Burt was…well, he was nine kinds of drunk this evening.
His hazy musings were interrupted at Kurt’s disappointed cry when the bowl of potato chips spilled across the floor. As quick as Kurt was at scooping up the largest part of the mess, the two dogs were there in an instant to gobble up the crumbs greedily.
Kurt darted over to plonk the disheveled bowl on Burt’s side table and twisted around to check the dogs, stopped only by Burt’s hand as it encircled his wrist.
“Leave ‘em. They’ll clean it all up, don’t you worry.”
“But, daddy-” Kurt whined as he glanced one last time over his shoulder.
“C’mere. Kiss daddy.”
Even though his son grumbled, Kurt moved to the front of the chair and let Burt tug him down to kneel. He fumbled with his own belt, eventually letting Kurt deal with the buckle and pull his hardening dick out.
Burt groaned at the wet touch of his boy’s mouth over his cock head. He shuffled himself forward to let Kurt get more of him inside. He closed his eyes and listened to the slurping sound of Kurt working him over, only to have them pop open as an idea came to him. He whistled for the dogs.
“Give me your panties, Kurt,” Burt grunted as his cock was clamped down on.
His son whined at the request but released the dick from his mouth to do what he’d been asked.
Taking Kurt’s whimpering as eagerness, Burt leaned forward to rub his fingers over his boy’s pussy, pausing only when Finch’s tongue found Kurt’s entrance as well.
Satisfied that the black and white dog would take care of his kid, Burt slumped back in his chair and held his cock out for Kurt to continue sucking.
His boy licked tentatively at Burt’s shaft while wiggling his hips, constantly shifting on his knees to get the dog behind him to lick elsewhere.
Burt stroked along his son’s cheeks, encouraging him to take his tip between his lips and suckle. Kurt’s mouth accepted it, his lips finally wrapping around the fat mushroomed head as he made a high pitched noise of surprise when Finch mounted him. At his boy’s gasp, Burt thrust all the way in, letting Kurt’s throat clench around him as the kid coughed.
His head swam with dizzy pleasure, hands gripping a handful Kurt’s hair to hold him still while he thrust back into the wet sucking mouth. Burt’s eyes drifted shut again. The pitchy whining Kurt was making must have meant that Finch had landed his the mark and was busy fucking his son. He sighed in satisfaction.
“You suck daddy’s cock so good, baby.”
The boy’s throat convulsed around his shaft again which sent a shiver through Burt, he cracked his eyes open only long enough to get his hands cupped around the back of Kurt’s head. Pulling his kid’s mouth onto his cock again, Burt forced his way in deeper, his eyes rolling back. He shuddered as Kurt gagged against the intrusion. [NSFW fanart]
Hazily, he remembered he should let go but another wave of heat drenched him and he held his son’s head down. Another raw cough from Kurt sent Burt’s head reeling. He tried to push in even deeper, working with the jiggle of his boy’s body as Kurt was thoroughly fucked by a dog. With one last shiver Burt came, cum pumping straight down the back of his son’s throat.
His hands dropped away as he caught his breath.
The cool air hit his already softening dick as his eyes blinked open lazily. His mouth dropped open at the sight of Kurt’s ruddy face, cheeks wet with tears, his chin and neck wet with drool. He realized that Finch was no longer inside Kurt, Hunter having taken his place at some point that Burt couldn’t pin down.
“Oh, baby. Ba-by. I’m sorry, baby. Too rough,” he mumbled as he wiped Kurt’s tears away. “Too rough on my little boy.”
Kurt hiccuped with a wet sob as his body continued to be jolted back and forth.
“My beautiful little boy.” Burt smoothed the hair off Kurt’s face and wiped across his slack mouth. “I love you so much, baby. So much. My good little boy.”
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Part 9b>>
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Non-con, Incest, Bestiality, B!P, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Additional warnings for this chapter: Somnophilia, rough sex, pain play, pregnancy kink, discussion of mpreg.
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. Click HERE to see what the dogs look like.
A/N - I'm back! Sorry for the wait...I was house hunting but now I've bought one and I move in next week!! You should also check out the amazing fanart that a lovely artist, Val, drew for me. But here's the update which is sex, sex and more sex...oh and a confrontation.
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Hunter met him at the back door on the stormy Sunday afternoon that Burt finally arrived home. The house was quiet; the noise of the wind and sleet was silenced as soon as the door closed.
After divesting himself of his outer layers and boots, Burt ruffled the sled dog about the neck and headed inside.
He found his son sleeping, splayed on his back on the couch in one of Burt’s blue flannel shirts, hair damp and combed, the fire flickering heartily in the hearth. Finch’s tail wagged, thumping in the far corner of the room where the dog must have retreated to after getting too warm. The television was off, and the room was clear of towels and cushions which made Burt wonder what else his boy had been up to in the four days he’d been away.
During their nightly phone calls, he’d had Kurt recount the latest ‘games’ played with the dogs while Quinn had used her mouth to finish him off. Burt had been expecting to find Mrs Pine’s Spaniels at home today but she must’ve come back as soon as the roads had opened up, just like he had, anxious to get back to the boys.
The sweltering heat was suffocating. Burt tugged at his collar and pulled his shirts off. Kicking his jeans away, he headed for the couch.
Lying over his snoozing boy, Burt tucked his face into Kurt’s neck and inhaled the fresh smell of sweet soap. There was barely enough room to fit between Kurt’s legs and every deep breath his son took had Burt’s dick hardening in his shorts. He mouthed at Kurt’s neck, not trying very hard to wake him but hoping he’d rouse soon. Burt moved his hand down and stroked at his kid’s downy pussy until a finger slid between the lips, slipping up and down the groove, still damp from the shower.
He wormed a finger into his son’s cunt and shifted it back and forth slowly, loosening the boy up, the slide so much easier as Kurt moistened. Two fingers twisted their way in, then out. Burt’s cock twitched against the soft cotton of his worn boxer shorts while he rubbed himself against Kurt’s inner thigh, fingers still pumping away.
Burt’s hand dropped to his shorts. He yanked them down and told a hold of his cock, directing the bulbous head to his son’s entrance. His loose kisses over Kurt’s neck turned into a soft bite as he slid his dick inside, hand splaying over the kid’s shirt covered stomach.
Kurt groaned, a soft frown on his face, his legs instinctively spreading.
Burt shifted his weight, completely engulfing Kurt with his bulk. He’d have to start watching his weight, he realized, his gut pressing his boy deeper into the cushions. He went back to working a mark on Kurt’s elongated neck. Not normally one for love bites and such, Burt was overwhelmed with an insatiable need to show them both who Kurt belonged with.
He thrust in lethargically. Kurt moaned groggily. The slow slide and drag was driving Burt wild but tried to savor his homecoming.
“Daddy?” Kurt mumbled softly.
“Hi, baby.” Burt kissed the purple splotch that he’d sucked into place. “I missed you.”
“Mmm, me too. O-ooh, keep doing that.”
Burt thrust in harder, sharper this time. “Like this?” He drove in solidly again. He picked up the pace, while his son’s fingernails dug into his shoulders. The kid’s hips pushed upwards, fucking back as best he could while pinned to the couch liked he was. It was one of the things that Burt loved about his son, his absolute enthusiasm to fuck. Even though Quinn seemed to enjoy herself, she never really seemed to let go and let her body take what it wanted, not like Kurt. There was no one like Kurt.
Burt grunted as he pulled himself back, tugging at Kurt’s legs. He shifted again, tucking his son's ankles over his shoulders. Burt folded his kid up, Kurt’s knees pushing into the sofa as his pussy was tipped up and primed for the taking. Swiping his fingers against his tongue, Burt wet himself and pushed his cock in, hitting bottom in a single swift thrust.
The half gasp, half sob that Kurt made surprised him even as he slammed into him repeatedly. The boy’s delicate hands splayed across Burt’s heavy hairy stomach, scratching amongst the hair there. He squeezed his eyes shut and listened to the noise of his balls slapping against Kurt while his son panted for him.
“Kurt, Kurt. Fuck!” Burt gripped his kid’s calf muscle and used the other hand to brace himself against the arm of the sofa as he pushed in one last time, spilling inside Kurt.
He kept himself half crouched over his son as he licked at his own thumb and put it to work against Kurt’s clit, rubbing until the boy’s body bucked against him while he moaned for his daddy.
Burt sighed as he rearranged them both to lie together like before, their arms wrapped around each other. “I love you, baby.”
“Welcome home, daddy. Love you too.”
***
The dim light of the winter dawn barely lit his daddy’s room and Kurt found himself breathing through his nose as an ache in his belly distracted him again. He shifted restlessly, frowning while his daddy lay on top of him, fucking him intently.
He focused in on the light shade. He pondered on whether he should redecorate in here. What better day for a change than a Monday, a clean slate he realized belatedly as his father grunted and spurted inside him, letting his body slump all over him. Kurt stared at the ceiling for a few more seconds, spotting old paintbrush strokes and then pushed at his daddy’s arms to get him to roll off.
His father’s thumb stroked one of Kurt’s nipples as a toy was pushed into his hand. He wanted Kurt to cum too.
Kurt clicked it on, homing in on a racing speed immediately as he pressed the toy against his button. The whining thump of the toy’s motor filled the quiet room. He arched off the bed as his father sucked on his other nipple. They were so sensitive today.
“Uh,” he muttered. His head banged back on the pillow as his hips reared up. “Uh.”
“Show daddy how much you want it.”
“Uh. Daddy,” he whined. A short sharp twinge wound its way up inside him, making his mouth twist unpleasantly but just then everything was blown away as he came, grunting like an animal.
***
“No, daddy. I wanna kiss you tonight.”
His father sighed but let Kurt drop to his knees beside the bed in the lamp lit room. His daddy sat himself down on the drawn back covers and held his cock steady as Kurt slid his mouth over it.
“Oh god, Kurt. Jesus!”
Kurt hummed happily, his father’s hands helping to move his head the right way. He sucked harder, his tongue sweeping along the cock as it pushed in. He shut his eyes and let his daddy do what he liked; he’d be able to sleep soon. He was just so tired today.
***
“Good morning, baby.” Burt rolled over and spooned his son. It was nice having Kurt sleep beside him. He’d barely let the boy leave his side since he’d been home and several days later, he wondered if he shouldn’t just have Kurt sleep here permanently.
Kurt grumbled and buried his face in the pillow.
“Wakey, wakey,” Burt teased, fingers already at work in Kurt’s cunt. Wet, just like always. “Ready for daddy?”
The boy grunted again but pushed his ass out as Burt lifted a supple leg up and over his own thigh.
His dick slid in smoothly. There was nothing like being inside his kid. Best pussy in all of Ohio.
Kurt’s leg remained cocked as Burt fucked him, sliding his rough hands over his son’s body. The swell of Kurt’s abdomen made him wonder if they both should be getting more exercise, other than all the fucking they’d been doing. He let the thought go when Kurt’s soft moans started up.
“Uhhh,” Burt groaned. There was nothing like screwing his son. Best part of his day. He fucked in faster as Kurt worked his body against him. “I’m gonna cum. I’m-I- Oh goddamn!” Burt held the boy tight against him, cock pulsing. “Best pussy. You have the best pussy, baby, I swear to god,” he panted into Kurt’s hair. “Did you cum? No? Want me to help you?”
Kurt shook his head and pulled himself away, rolling forward a little, knee braced against the bed.
“Suit yourself, kiddo.” Burt groaned, pulling himself upright. “I’ve got a hankering for eggs. D’ya think you can make us some omelettes this morning?”
“Sure,” Kurt said softly, rolling over to smile as Burt pulled on some clean clothes. “I think there’s some ham I can use. And there’s freeze dried mushrooms too.”
“You’re the best, bud. What would I do without you?” Burt dropped a short kiss to Kurt’s forehead and headed out to ready himself for milking the cows.
***
“Come an’ sit on daddy’s lap.” His father patted his thigh and then shifted to hold his stiff cock upright.
Kurt put the empty beer bottle down on the side table and sighed. The TV blared as the MVP was interviewed after the game. Kurt slipped his underwear down and lifted the hem of the loose red work shirt up, revealing his pussy dusted with tawny hair.
He let his daddy turn him around to face the television and pull him up onto his lap. The heavy cock plugged his cunt up, the fat head barely inside. The shirt fell free from his hands as he leaned back against the hot heavy body behind him.
His father’s strong hands gripped around his hips as he humped upwards, trying to push in deeper, working Kurt’s body over his dick. Giving up for the moment, his daddy went to work on his button until his insides were slippery and he was arching eagerly against each touch.
A high pitched jingle played on the TV as the thick shaft eased into his cunt. Kurt squeezed experimentally and sighed happily when there was no accompanying pain with each clench like there had been the other morning.
Fat fingers dipped into his mouth and his tongue toyed with them, moaning as his daddy’s other hand slid over his tummy.
Kurt’s temple rested against his father’s jaw as they moved their bodies together, fucking slowly. He zoned out, only becoming aware again as his shirt was being unbuttoned and pushed aside. His father’s hands splayed across his tender abdomen then squeezed his puffy nipples which made Kurt pant and writhe.
His nipples were still so much more responsive than usual. Kurt didn’t know what to make of it and didn’t care when every tweak carried with it a direct line of tingling sensation to his cunt. He knew he was calling out for his daddy in a constant stream of words but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
His father’s cock filled him up perfectly. He felt so full, almost like he was going to burst with it as his daddy thrust in again. Kurt ground down against it, reveling in the bloated sensation. He wondered if he’d be able to see the shape of the cock inside him pushing out against his skin.
Hands were back on Kurt’s belly, smoothing and stroking over the stretched skin until his father’s fingers found his button. Kurt’s insides clenched up and with a moan, his cunt gushed over his daddy’s cock.
Kurt leaned back in a daze of pleasure as his father moaned loudly in his ear. Daddy always did make a fuss when he came on his cock.
“Oh, so juicy, baby. You want daddy’s too?”
Kurt grunted as his father’s fingers pressed into his skin, pushing and pulling at his hips, moving him, using his pussy to fuck into. Sometimes he liked this too, liked being dragged onto his daddy’s cock without having to do anything. He drifted, full and happy, only paying attention when his father barely pulled out and shot cum across his cunt, the sticky fluid smeared messily between his thighs.
He sighed when the first dog began to lick him clean and soon he was too sleepy to notice when the second one took over, a tongue competing with his daddy’s fingers to get inside him. Kurt’s eyes slipped closed in slumber after he came again, his cunt still held open by his daddy to let a dog’s curling tongue further inside.
***
Kurt made sure to kiss daddy in the shower the next morning and was rewarded with hot cum spurted across his neck as he watched his father’s face through the release.
He was curious to know how it felt to cum like that, with a cock instead of a cunt. He didn’t get the chance to wonder about it for long though, as his daddy helped him up and pushed his chest against the cool shower wall.
Kurt smiled as his father ducked down with a groan. Daddy’s knees weren’t like they used to be. He held his breath as his cheeks were gripped firmly and pulled apart.
When his father’s tongue licked around his hole, Kurt brought his hands up and leaned his face against them. He knew daddy would be at this for a while, teasing him, trying to push his tongue inside his hole until he’d give up and want to taste his cunt instead. Breakfast in the shower was always nice.
***
The weak afternoon sunlight shone on Kurt’s face as he napped, curled in the overstuffed armchair like a cat, hand resting protectively over his abdomen. Burt leaned against the door frame, coffee cup in hand and smiled to himself. He really was the luckiest son of a gun to have a special kid like Kurt. Maybe one day it would all change but he let himself be happy for the moment, content to watch his sweet boy laze until dinner, after all, the boy had worked hard and completed his latest school assignment two days early. Burt would make sure it went in Thursday’s post.
If Kurt kept up the pace, he’d end up graduating early. Burt wouldn’t let himself think about what would come after that though. Instead he reminisced about having his little boy running through the house, calling out for him, wanting to show him a new flower or the circle of toadstools he’d found out back.
For a moment, he wanted that all back; a chubby cheeked toddler clutching scrunched up wrapping paper and tearing down the hallway giggling gleefully. Life was simpler then. There was no going back though. No more babies to coo over or tickle. Kurt was almost grown and one day soon he would want to leave.
***
“Again?”
“But I’ll kiss you, daddy. Just let me kiss you. Please daddy? I want to. I’m good at that, remember?”
His son slid down the wall at the kitchen doorway, the idea of dessert for the evening forgotten. Burt’s shadow loomed over Kurt as he squatted.
His kid made quick work of pulling his cock out and getting his mouth over him. Burt’s forehead rested in the crook of his arm as he watched Kurt’s head move. He shuddered at the sweet suction of his mouth.
Burt leaned back and slid his hands through Kurt’s soft hair, pushing his boy’s head back against the wall. His slippery cock hung heavy between them. He held Kurt’s head steady and shifted again, his cock bumping against the kid’s barely parted lips. Just like old times. Burt groaned as lips slid slowly around the head of his dick and Kurt’s tongue probed his slit.
“You’re always so good at that, kiddo.”
Burt pressed his cock forward, his son’s mouth accepting him easily, head still held against the wall. He eased in further, Kurt’s mouth going slack as the dick pushed against the back of his throat. Burt waited. The swallow was heavenly as the throat gripped him tightly. If this was as much as Kurt was going to give him tonight, then he’d make sure he got his fill.
His boy swallowed around him again. Burt hummed as he held the boy in position, reeling in pleasure with his cock deep down Kurt’s throat.
The phone rang. His eyes snapped open.
“What-?”
The phone rang again.
“Shit!” Burt pulled away from his son and stumbled off to answer the phone from its cradle in the lounge.
“Hello?”
Burt glanced back to where he’d left Kurt but the kid was gone. Frowning, he turned his attention back to the neighbor on the other end of the phone who was panicked over a cow that was having trouble delivering her calf. He tucked his softening dick away and dropped himself onto the sofa as he talked Ted through some ideas to help with the difficult labor.
***
God, he was so hard this morning. He could probably chop wood with his dick in this state but instead Burt rolled out of bed and headed for his son’s room.
Halfway down the hall, he heard telltale moaning and as he rounded Kurt’s open door, he found them. His boy, on his back, hands clasped against the backs of his thighs as Hunter licked his pussy incessantly.
Burt didn’t wait. His boxers hit the floor with a soft thwump and he strode over to the bed. Two large steps had him standing astride over his son, pulling at his shaft, as Kurt’s eyes blinked open.
He eased himself to his knees, spreading them wide to trap Kurt’s ankles. Behind him came the frustrated huff from Hunter as his kid’s body shifted, tipping up. Burt angled his cock down to Kurt’s open mouth.
Kurt choked on a moan as Hunter lapped along the sensitive skin that connected his son’s pussy to his hole. Every hum and whine that Kurt made as the sled dog started to swipe against his asshole had Burt vibrating with need. His hips snapped forward again, burying himself into his son's mouth over and over.
With his orgasm cresting, he pulled out and jerked off, cum practically boiling out of him as it splattered over Kurt’s reddened face.
Burt clambered off the bed, satisfied, chuckling at Hunter who had raced over to Kurt’s face. The dog licking up every drop of cum and making Kurt laugh breathlessly. With a last look back as he tugged on his underwear, Burt grinned at Finch lying between Kurt’s spread legs, tongue busy, while Hunter’s cock was jacked off, trickling more cum over Kurt’s pleased face.
***
As Kurt helped rake out the pens in the barn, replacing old hay with new for the cows to lie on, his abdomen stung with a strange cramp. Breathing heavily, he leaned against the handle and waited for it to pass. He’d never felt anything quite like it. Seconds passed and there was nothing, so he moved, dragging the rake towards him.
Another contraction of pain broke over him, slicing through his gut, making Kurt cling to the wooden staff as a sweat broke out across his upper lip. He started breathing again once it finally tapered off.
He undid the button of his pants that had been pressed in tight against him and breathed in deep. No pain, just a dull ache. Maybe he’d feel better after a bath. It sounded like a good idea so Kurt finished the last of his chores and headed into the house with hope that a tub full of hot water would help this heavy, throbbing feeling he’d been left with.
***
“Just lean against the wall, baby.” Kurt shook his head and whined, his hands flopping away from his father’s.
“I don’t wanna, daddy.” His kid’s skin was still warm and flushed from his soak in the tub as Burt gripped his son’s upper arm and forcibly turned him to face the hallway wall. He crowded Kurt from behind as his boy’s fingers spread across the wallpaper.
“C’mon, Kurt. You wouldn’t be so wet if you didn’t like it.” His fingers dipped in and out of Kurt’s pussy. Always so damn wet. Burt shoved down his own sweat pants, freeing his dick. Taking himself in hand, he pulled Kurt’s red flannel shirt out of the way, bunching it in his fist above the swell of his son’s ass. With the material tight across Kurt’s chest, he pulled on it to make his kid arch his back.
“I’ll be quick, baby. Just give daddy this…” Burt lined himself up as his mouth pressed against Kurt’s temple. He felt his son huff and reach back to spread his cheeks. “…Uh, this perfect little cunt.” Sinking in, Burt sighed.
“Aw, fuck. G-good boy.”
He could hear Kurt’s breath stutter as he fucked him with quick strokes. Gripping the boy’s hips, Burt pushed him up against the wall and thrust in with lightening fast strokes. He’d made a promise after all.
Burt speared in one last time, rising up on his tip toes as his orgasm ripped through him. He practically swooned as Kurt’s cunt clenched down on his dick. Dizziness swept through him and he took a half step backwards, taking Kurt with him, his arms wrapped firmly around his kid. Burt mouthed lazily at his boy’s ear when he pushed Kurt back up against the wall.
“That pussy’s so perfect. So perfect. Just wanna fuck you all afternoon.” He steadied himself and pulled out. “Stay there,” Burt instructed as Finch wormed his way in between them, tongue lolling out as he sniffed interestedly at the boy’s leaking pussy.
Burt kept a hand against Kurt’s lower back, to make sure he didn’t move as their dog went to work. He withdrew his hand only when Kurt moaned softly. Burt pulled his pants up, snapping the elasticized band against his gut. He leaned forward to kiss at Kurt’s neck.
“You gonna give it to him too?” Kurt’s flushed face turned to him.
“No,” his kid panted.
“No?” Burt clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You shouldn’t tease ‘im like that.” He dropped a final peck to his kid’s cheek. “Have some fun while I run to town to drop off your assignment at the post office. I’ll be back by dinner time, baby.”
***
It was colder this morning than it had been all week with another cold front coming in for the next few days, bringing with it more snow.
Burt wandered down the hallway with his skin prickling at the chill. He stopped by the lounge to stir the fire up, getting it roaring to make the house comfortable for his son, then carried on to Kurt’s room.
He stopped outside the unexpectedly shut door with a frown. He looked down at the dogs in surprise. Hunter sat up and whined pitifully at Burt while the other sled dog began to scratch at Kurt’s bedroom door.
Burt stepped closer to the door. Finch stopped his pawing and stood up expectantly, ears cocked, itching to get inside. Burt pulled the handle down and eased open the door to poke his head inside.
“Don’t let them in!” Kurt yelled, muffled from a spot under the blankets.
Burt’s frown deepened to a scowl as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. He did what Kurt asked, squeezing in while the dogs complained with groans at being left outside. Burt made his way to the bed after closing the door behind him, and sat down as close to his son as he could, his spine stiffening as he heard Kurt whimper under the bedding.
“Baby, wh-?”
“Leave me alone,” Kurt whined as Burt’s hand hovered above him.
“Kurt.”
“Make them leave me alone, daddy,” Kurt insisted. “They won’t leave me alone.” Burt’s mouth crooked in a half smile and he snorted softly.
“Finally had your fill, kiddo?”
“Mmmm,” Kurt groaned, still a lump under the blankets.
“You gonna make daddy work for his breakfast?” Burt chuckled as he pulled at the covers and tried to find his way in unsuccessfully. “C’mon, come out, baby,” he said in a light teasing tone.
“No!” Kurt snapped, which made Burt whip his hands away from the sheet he’d been grasping at.
Shocked, Burt sat there in silence as he tried to gauge what his next move should be so as not to get his head bitten off. He laid a broad hand over his boy’s covered back and purposefully ignored the small flinch as he made contact.
“Tell you what, why don’t we take this morning off, huh?” He paused and softened his voice. “I’m gonna head out an’ do the milking. Why don’t you get yourself, uh, situated and have second breakfast on the table by the time I come back in. Yeah?”
Burt waited, listening to Kurt’s soft breathing as he stroked his hand along his kid’s back soothingly. Finally his son sniffed and spoke quietly.
“’Kay.”
Tentatively, Burt closed his kid’s door and led the dogs away. He wondered what on earth had gotten into Kurt. The boy hadn’t back-talked like that in years.
***
The room was sweltering as Kurt wandered past him, having replaced the empty beer bottle with a full cold one on the small table beside Burt’s recliner.
Burt eyed his son’s slender thighs as the green flannel shirt flapped open with the movement, exposing the black lacy panties Kurt had on tonight. He reached out, fingertips grazing his kid’s thigh as Kurt moved away. His glazed eyes followed Kurt to the doorway as the boy disappeared through it.
He’d definitely had one too many tonight but it had been a very long Friday. Breakfast at the table this morning had been fraught with a moody Kurt who barely spoke and when he did, had practically shouted at him. It wasn’t until much later in the day after he’d finished his work that Kurt had apologized and snuggled into his side while they relaxed on the couch for a bit. The kid had even dozed off with his arms cinched around Burt tightly, as if he was afraid to be left alone.
It seemed as though the earlier nap had made a dent in his son’s attitude. Burt had left Kurt to his own devices, pottering around the kitchen to make a hearty dinner at his own insistence. Then afterwards, while the game was on, as soon as each beer bottle had been set down empty, Kurt was there with another to replace it and consequently, Burt was…well, he was nine kinds of drunk this evening.
His hazy musings were interrupted at Kurt’s disappointed cry when the bowl of potato chips spilled across the floor. As quick as Kurt was at scooping up the largest part of the mess, the two dogs were there in an instant to gobble up the crumbs greedily.
Kurt darted over to plonk the disheveled bowl on Burt’s side table and twisted around to check the dogs, stopped only by Burt’s hand as it encircled his wrist.
“Leave ‘em. They’ll clean it all up, don’t you worry.”
“But, daddy-” Kurt whined as he glanced one last time over his shoulder.
“C’mere. Kiss daddy.”
Even though his son grumbled, Kurt moved to the front of the chair and let Burt tug him down to kneel. He fumbled with his own belt, eventually letting Kurt deal with the buckle and pull his hardening dick out.
Burt groaned at the wet touch of his boy’s mouth over his cock head. He shuffled himself forward to let Kurt get more of him inside. He closed his eyes and listened to the slurping sound of Kurt working him over, only to have them pop open as an idea came to him. He whistled for the dogs.
“Give me your panties, Kurt,” Burt grunted as his cock was clamped down on.
His son whined at the request but released the dick from his mouth to do what he’d been asked.
Taking Kurt’s whimpering as eagerness, Burt leaned forward to rub his fingers over his boy’s pussy, pausing only when Finch’s tongue found Kurt’s entrance as well.
Satisfied that the black and white dog would take care of his kid, Burt slumped back in his chair and held his cock out for Kurt to continue sucking.
His boy licked tentatively at Burt’s shaft while wiggling his hips, constantly shifting on his knees to get the dog behind him to lick elsewhere.
Burt stroked along his son’s cheeks, encouraging him to take his tip between his lips and suckle. Kurt’s mouth accepted it, his lips finally wrapping around the fat mushroomed head as he made a high pitched noise of surprise when Finch mounted him. At his boy’s gasp, Burt thrust all the way in, letting Kurt’s throat clench around him as the kid coughed.
His head swam with dizzy pleasure, hands gripping a handful Kurt’s hair to hold him still while he thrust back into the wet sucking mouth. Burt’s eyes drifted shut again. The pitchy whining Kurt was making must have meant that Finch had landed his the mark and was busy fucking his son. He sighed in satisfaction.
“You suck daddy’s cock so good, baby.”
The boy’s throat convulsed around his shaft again which sent a shiver through Burt, he cracked his eyes open only long enough to get his hands cupped around the back of Kurt’s head. Pulling his kid’s mouth onto his cock again, Burt forced his way in deeper, his eyes rolling back. He shuddered as Kurt gagged against the intrusion. [NSFW fanart]
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Hazily, he remembered he should let go but another wave of heat drenched him and he held his son’s head down. Another raw cough from Kurt sent Burt’s head reeling. He tried to push in even deeper, working with the jiggle of his boy’s body as Kurt was thoroughly fucked by a dog. With one last shiver Burt came, cum pumping straight down the back of his son’s throat.
His hands dropped away as he caught his breath.
The cool air hit his already softening dick as his eyes blinked open lazily. His mouth dropped open at the sight of Kurt’s ruddy face, cheeks wet with tears, his chin and neck wet with drool. He realized that Finch was no longer inside Kurt, Hunter having taken his place at some point that Burt couldn’t pin down.
“Oh, baby. Ba-by. I’m sorry, baby. Too rough,” he mumbled as he wiped Kurt’s tears away. “Too rough on my little boy.”
Kurt hiccuped with a wet sob as his body continued to be jolted back and forth.
“My beautiful little boy.” Burt smoothed the hair off Kurt’s face and wiped across his slack mouth. “I love you so much, baby. So much. My good little boy.”
***
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