Natural Selection 5/24
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con, Incest, Bestiality, Boypussy!Kurt, Daddy Kink, Innocence
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. The dogs look like this.
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Burt dialed his home number worried slightly as the phone rang for an unusually long time before Kurt picked up sounding breathless.
“Hummel residence. K-Kurt speaking.”
“Hey kiddo, how’ya doin’?”
“Daddy! I’m-I’m great. H-how’s everything there?”
“Oh, fine, fine. You okay? You sound like you ran for the phone, son.”
“Yeah, just giving the dogs a snack before dinner.”
“Oh? Don’t feed ‘em too much, Kurt. They’re working dogs, they need to be lean.”
“I won’t, daddy,” he giggled.
“Sounds like you’ve been having fun.”
“Uh huh, I’ve been playing a new game with the dogs and now we can’t seem to stop playing it,” Kurt snorted softly into the receiver.
“Any problems today?”
“Not really. The milking went okay, although Daisy’s so stubborn. Oh!” he yelped.
“You alright?”
“Yeah. Finch, knock it off! I’m talking to daddy,” Kurt whined before continuing, “Sorry daddy. Um, what was I saying? Oh right! William came by this morning.”
“Oh? And?”
“And you were right, he’s a creep but the dogs took care of him. You should have see the look on his face, daddy! It was so funny…hah-ohhh…” Burt blinked at the laugh that seemed to turn into a moan.
“So they scared him off? And you’re still okay by yourself?”
“Uh huh. He won’t be back. I’m pretty sure Hunter bit him and Finch ruined his jacket,” Kurt waited for his daddy to stop laughing. “I promise daddy, I’ll be okay. The dogs will keep me safe.”
“Alright, bud. If there’s anything you’re worried about, you just call me, okay? I picked up your surprise today, kiddo and there’s another one I’m gonna get tomorrow before I head home.”
“Really?” Kurt breathed out. “You’re the best, daddy!”
“That’s what my mug at home says.”
“Should I make dinner for you tomorrow?”
“Yeah but put it in the fridge. I expect I’ll be late coming in. I still have to see a man about some goats and his place is out of my way.”
“Okay….um, daddy?”
“Mmmm?”
“I love you.”
“Well, thank you, Kurt. I love you too, baby. Now you give those silly dogs a hug from me and I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay, ‘bye.”
“G’night, kiddo.”
Burt hung up and slipped his shoes on before heading over to get a bite to eat at the diner across the road from the motel.
***
Kurt hung up the phone and spread his legs wider so Finch could really get in and lick his cunt hard. Slouched on the couch, he patted the black and white dog’s head as Finch’s wet nose dragged over his button. He shivered and cooed as he gushed into the dog’s mouth for the umpteenth time that day.
He couldn’t help but laugh when Finch crowded closer; lifting himself up to rest his front paws either side of Kurt’s sleep shirt covered body.
“I think you like it when I don’t wear any panties, huh?” Finch leaned forward to lick Kurt’s face as he humped against the boy.
“Yuk! Don’t lick my face, doofus. No, no, we’re not playing that game now. I know you’ve been snacking all day but its dinner time, so lemme up!”
“C’mon,” he patted his thigh, calling the confused dog as he walked towards the hall. “Hun-ter,” he called out to the missing brother. “Where did he go, Finch?” Kurt asked as he shifted about the kitchen, pulling out dog food and some left over stew to reheat for himself. “Is he outside? You completely distracted me by getting stuck inside me again. Lucky for you, you could get your cock out when daddy rang.”
The dog door swung on its hinges as Hunter bowled through it.
“There you are!”
Hunter trotted over to the boy and shoved his nose up under the long t-shirt, snuffling at the scent of Kurt’s still slippery cunt.
“Hey, enough of that. Look! I’ve got dinner…” he wheedled as Hunter kept his muzzle buried and started licking. “Ohhh. Hun-Hunter. S-stop. Baby, please. I need to eat s-something too,” he whined and braced himself against the bench top, easing his legs open. “Uh, yeah. There. Ohhh,” he shuddered with a whimper. Kurt let Hunter lap at his cunt for a few more minutes, sighing as another release flowed over the dog’s jowls and dribbled down his inner thigh. When Hunter finally stepped back, Kurt grabbed the full bowls on the bench and set them on the floor in the usual spot.
“Eat up, boys, if you haven’t had enough already!”
***
Kurt woke up before the alarm on Sunday, his head fuzzy and feeling overheated. He buried his face into Finch’s furry neck where he laid beside him. Crooking a knee, he tried to turn over but then realized what had woken him.
“Hunter,” he said hoarsely as the brown and white dog continued to lap continuously at his cunt.
He let his leg fall back to the bed and lay there, waiting for his senses to catch up, as Hunter’s tongue scraped over the swollen flesh. Kurt’s body twitched every time the dog passed over his button, a shot of lightning running up inside him.
Had he already gushed in his sleep?
Groaning, Kurt tried to push the big dog away from his groin but Hunter kept at it, resettling to swipe up and down Kurt’s cunt. The shocks inside him intensified and Kurt rolled his legs up, grasping behind his knees, trying to move Hunter’s tongue away from his super sensitive button.
The brown and white dog didn’t hesitate, circling his tongue, sweeping lower to slide into and over his cunt before slipping downward and slathering Kurt’s hole with tiny licks.
“Uhh. Good doggie,” Kurt mumbled as his dog kept licking insistently at his asshole. The warmth tightening up inside him felt nice, not slightly painful like before but a gentle urging instead. He flexed his hole under the dog’s attentions, letting the tongue slip in when he flared his rim out.
Kurt shuddered as his skin broke out in goose pimples and then the heat inside him swept over his body and leaked out of his cunt. He squeaked when Hunter nosed back up and quickly gobbled up the rest of his juices.
Letting go of his legs, he squeezed his thighs together which eased Hunter away from his sensitive places.
“Good boy. I think-” he panted. “I think I’d better get up before Finch wakes up properly and wants to play with me again. Let’s go gets those cows sorted, hmm?”
Hunter ambled off the bed and shook himself all over, waiting by the door as Kurt rolled out of bed and pulled on some of his work clothes. Stumbling out of the room with his boots in hand, he headed for the bathroom.
“Give me a minute, boy.”
***
Burt pulled up and parked his truck in the garage next to the cottage, happy to be home not long after dark and much earlier than he’d anticipated. Noticing his son’s bedroom light was the only one lit aside from the porch light, he slung his bag over his shoulder and picked up the carry case that housed the new sewing machine, heading for the back door to park his muddy boots somewhere safe.
Easing his key into the lock, he stepped inside and put down his bags, toeing off his work boots to the side and then moving into the house to see his boy first and foremost.
Not bothering to call out, his socked feet barely made a noise as he walked along the hardwood floors and rug. As he rounded his son’s doorway ready to surprise him, Burt’s mouth fell open at the sight that greeted him, his hand flying to clutch at his chest.
There was Kurt balanced on all fours and dwarfed by Hunter mounted over him, his eyes shut tight as he cried out in unadulterated pleasure.
Burt watched in shock as his little boy’s head and chest dropped to the bed as Hunter clung on to Kurt’s hips, panting happily, and the dog’s hips stopped moving.
“What-what the hell?” Burt wondered aloud in overwhelming confusion as the dog seemed to smile at him with his tongue lolling out.
Kurt’s head snapped around at the sound of his daddy’s voice.
“D-daddy! You’re home early!” he cried out exuberantly.
“Kurt, what in god’s name are you doing?!” Kurt swallowed hard as Hunter shifted restlessly on two legs.
“It-it’s our new game, daddy,” he placated.
“Is he-is he?” Burt motioned to the dog.
“Oh, um...he’s stuck inside me. But don’t worry he doesn’t get stuck for as long as Finch does.” Burt choked at the admission and clutched at his chest again, feeling breathless.
“Where is Finch?”
“I locked him in the lounge. He’s just too greedy and won’t let Hunter finish properly. But it’s okay; I usually let him play with me after Hunter’s done. Are you okay, daddy?”
Burt coughed, a little red-faced, at his son’s matter of fact manner while their dog is knotted inside him. The pang in his chest lessened and he took a deep breath to battle the dizziness threatening him. Still mortified, he braced himself against the doorway and tried to get control of his racing mind.
“When-when did you start playing this new game, Kurt?”
“Um, yesterday after William left. The dogs got all silly and I couldn’t help it, daddy. They pushed me over and licked me and it felt nice, like it does when you eat breakfast. So I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let them have a snack.” Burt flashed back to last night’s phone conversation.
“You mean? Last night on the phone?”
“Oh. Yeah…um, you don’t mind do you, daddy? I’m-I’m not doing anything wrong, right?” Kurt asked sincerely.
“Baby, it’s-wow. It’s definitely not what I expected but uh, no…no, it’s-you’re not doing anything wrong, kiddo. You just caught me by surprise.” Burt took another deep breath, feeling calmer, and walked over to the bed to sit and stroke Kurt’s hair as Hunter remained tied.
“So you like it, huh? You like fucking?”
“Fucking? Is-is this fucking? Oh! Google said it was a game but I didn’t-”
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” Burt said, ruffling his son’s hair. “I wanted to be the one to show all about it but now you kinda know and it seems like you really like it, don’t you?”
“Yeah. It feels really good, daddy,” he smiled.
“Does it? You like having a cock buried inside your cunt, baby?”
“Yeah,” Kurt sighed, satisfied.
“How many times have the dogs fucked you since yesterday, Kurt?” He shook his head against the mattress.
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Not sure? Are we talking two or three times or...”
“Um, maybe seven?” Burt’s eyebrows shot up.
“Jesus…Do they-do they knot every time?”
“What’s a knot?”
“When you said Hunter was stuck inside you, it’s because his cock swells up so he can keep all his cum inside you. The swollen lump is called a knot and right now, you’re knotted or tied him.”
“Oh. Um, well Finch does every time and he gets stuck, uh, knots for a long time but when Hunter goes first he doesn’t always get the chance ‘cos Finch pushes him off and takes over.”
“Huh,” Burt grunted as his hand drifted along his son's bare back and up to pat Hunter’s head. “Look at you, you ratbag,” he said, scratching at the dog’s scruff. “I heard you did a good job chasing off Schuester yesterday, buddy. And my little boy decided to reward you, didn’t he? Opening up that pretty cunt of his for you. You’re a lucky dog, Hunter. A lucky dog,” he mused.
Hunter swallowed and shifted, pushing off from the boy with a wet pop as his cock came free, and he jumped off the bed to sit down and lick himself clean.
“See?” Kurt said. “He doesn’t last very long.” Burt nodded and moved to take a look at his boy’s used pussy.
“Stay there a second, bud. Let daddy see.” He pulled an ass cheek aside; the dark pink gape of his son's cunt glistening with the dog’s cum made his own blood race southwards. “Need to make sure they haven’t hurt you, baby,” Burt said as a fingertip traced through the trail of wetness along Kurt’s thighs and up one side of his vulva and down the other.
Kurt wriggled as his daddy’s finger tickled him. “They didn’t, daddy, I swear.”Burt hummed as his finger slid around the entrance of his boy’s cunt.
“Look at all this cum. Fuck. Poor little pussy’s drowning in it,” he said as his finger slid in all the way effortlessly. His breathing became heavy as he swished it around inside his son, feeling the flood of fluid still trapped.
“Daddy? What-what’s cum?”
“It’s the protein that you swallow when you kiss my cock.”
“Oh.”
“When you gush in the mornings at breakfast and when the dogs pump you full of this,” he said, pulling his dripping finger out and rubbing his thumb against it in wonder, “It’s all cum, baby. So much goddamn cum.” Kurt giggled as his daddy pushed several fingers inside him easily, scooping more wetness out, the slide of it tickling his inner thigh.
“Usually, they lick up their mess.” Burt grunted as his fingers played in the pooling fluid at Kurt’s entrance.
“Hunter,” he called out and whistled. “Here, boy.” The brown and white dog’s head snapped up and he clambered up onto the bed, tongue hanging out as he sniffed at Burt’s fingers and then licked them clean greedily. “Good boy. Here, here you go. Eat up,” he encouraged, snapping his fingers next to his son's ass and watched enthralled as Hunter followed his nose, cleaning Kurt’s legs as he worked up to his pussy.
Kurt shivered visibly at the touch of the raspy tongue on his messy cunt and Burt moved back around to watch his kid’s face as the dog continued to lick him out.
“Feel good, kiddo?”
“D-daddy,” he whimpered as he practically convulsed on Hunter’s tongue while his daddy pushed damp hair back off his forehead.
“I knew you liked it, buddy. All those mornings when I had my mouth on you, making you cum with my tongue. And you taste so good, Kurt,” he murmured as he stroked his son's cheek with one hand and rubbed his hard dick through his jeans with the other.
Kurt licked his lips waiting to kiss his daddy’s cock. He reached out to fumble with the button on his daddy’s fly only to be pushed away.
“When Hunter’s finished, baby, you go take a shower and then you’ll come into my room. You’ll sleep there tonight.”
“But why, daddy?”
“I saw the state of the sheets. There’s cum everywhere. You can’t sleep here until it’s cleaned up.”
“O-okay, daddy. Ohhhh.”
“Okay, Hunter. That’ll do. Off!” Hunter jumped back off the bed at the command and flopped down by the closet as Burt helped Kurt to stand up. “Go shower, Kurt, and then straight to my room. I’ll put the dogs to bed in here.”
“But, I need to get changed into something afterwards."
“Not tonight, baby.”
Part 6>>
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/OCs, Burt/OC
Warnings: Dub-con, Incest, Bestiality, Boypussy!Kurt, Daddy Kink, Innocence
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. The dogs look like this.
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Burt dialed his home number worried slightly as the phone rang for an unusually long time before Kurt picked up sounding breathless.
“Hummel residence. K-Kurt speaking.”
“Hey kiddo, how’ya doin’?”
“Daddy! I’m-I’m great. H-how’s everything there?”
“Oh, fine, fine. You okay? You sound like you ran for the phone, son.”
“Yeah, just giving the dogs a snack before dinner.”
“Oh? Don’t feed ‘em too much, Kurt. They’re working dogs, they need to be lean.”
“I won’t, daddy,” he giggled.
“Sounds like you’ve been having fun.”
“Uh huh, I’ve been playing a new game with the dogs and now we can’t seem to stop playing it,” Kurt snorted softly into the receiver.
“Any problems today?”
“Not really. The milking went okay, although Daisy’s so stubborn. Oh!” he yelped.
“You alright?”
“Yeah. Finch, knock it off! I’m talking to daddy,” Kurt whined before continuing, “Sorry daddy. Um, what was I saying? Oh right! William came by this morning.”
“Oh? And?”
“And you were right, he’s a creep but the dogs took care of him. You should have see the look on his face, daddy! It was so funny…hah-ohhh…” Burt blinked at the laugh that seemed to turn into a moan.
“So they scared him off? And you’re still okay by yourself?”
“Uh huh. He won’t be back. I’m pretty sure Hunter bit him and Finch ruined his jacket,” Kurt waited for his daddy to stop laughing. “I promise daddy, I’ll be okay. The dogs will keep me safe.”
“Alright, bud. If there’s anything you’re worried about, you just call me, okay? I picked up your surprise today, kiddo and there’s another one I’m gonna get tomorrow before I head home.”
“Really?” Kurt breathed out. “You’re the best, daddy!”
“That’s what my mug at home says.”
“Should I make dinner for you tomorrow?”
“Yeah but put it in the fridge. I expect I’ll be late coming in. I still have to see a man about some goats and his place is out of my way.”
“Okay….um, daddy?”
“Mmmm?”
“I love you.”
“Well, thank you, Kurt. I love you too, baby. Now you give those silly dogs a hug from me and I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay, ‘bye.”
“G’night, kiddo.”
Burt hung up and slipped his shoes on before heading over to get a bite to eat at the diner across the road from the motel.
***
Kurt hung up the phone and spread his legs wider so Finch could really get in and lick his cunt hard. Slouched on the couch, he patted the black and white dog’s head as Finch’s wet nose dragged over his button. He shivered and cooed as he gushed into the dog’s mouth for the umpteenth time that day.
He couldn’t help but laugh when Finch crowded closer; lifting himself up to rest his front paws either side of Kurt’s sleep shirt covered body.
“I think you like it when I don’t wear any panties, huh?” Finch leaned forward to lick Kurt’s face as he humped against the boy.
“Yuk! Don’t lick my face, doofus. No, no, we’re not playing that game now. I know you’ve been snacking all day but its dinner time, so lemme up!”
“C’mon,” he patted his thigh, calling the confused dog as he walked towards the hall. “Hun-ter,” he called out to the missing brother. “Where did he go, Finch?” Kurt asked as he shifted about the kitchen, pulling out dog food and some left over stew to reheat for himself. “Is he outside? You completely distracted me by getting stuck inside me again. Lucky for you, you could get your cock out when daddy rang.”
The dog door swung on its hinges as Hunter bowled through it.
“There you are!”
Hunter trotted over to the boy and shoved his nose up under the long t-shirt, snuffling at the scent of Kurt’s still slippery cunt.
“Hey, enough of that. Look! I’ve got dinner…” he wheedled as Hunter kept his muzzle buried and started licking. “Ohhh. Hun-Hunter. S-stop. Baby, please. I need to eat s-something too,” he whined and braced himself against the bench top, easing his legs open. “Uh, yeah. There. Ohhh,” he shuddered with a whimper. Kurt let Hunter lap at his cunt for a few more minutes, sighing as another release flowed over the dog’s jowls and dribbled down his inner thigh. When Hunter finally stepped back, Kurt grabbed the full bowls on the bench and set them on the floor in the usual spot.
“Eat up, boys, if you haven’t had enough already!”
***
Kurt woke up before the alarm on Sunday, his head fuzzy and feeling overheated. He buried his face into Finch’s furry neck where he laid beside him. Crooking a knee, he tried to turn over but then realized what had woken him.
“Hunter,” he said hoarsely as the brown and white dog continued to lap continuously at his cunt.
He let his leg fall back to the bed and lay there, waiting for his senses to catch up, as Hunter’s tongue scraped over the swollen flesh. Kurt’s body twitched every time the dog passed over his button, a shot of lightning running up inside him.
Had he already gushed in his sleep?
Groaning, Kurt tried to push the big dog away from his groin but Hunter kept at it, resettling to swipe up and down Kurt’s cunt. The shocks inside him intensified and Kurt rolled his legs up, grasping behind his knees, trying to move Hunter’s tongue away from his super sensitive button.
The brown and white dog didn’t hesitate, circling his tongue, sweeping lower to slide into and over his cunt before slipping downward and slathering Kurt’s hole with tiny licks.
“Uhh. Good doggie,” Kurt mumbled as his dog kept licking insistently at his asshole. The warmth tightening up inside him felt nice, not slightly painful like before but a gentle urging instead. He flexed his hole under the dog’s attentions, letting the tongue slip in when he flared his rim out.
Kurt shuddered as his skin broke out in goose pimples and then the heat inside him swept over his body and leaked out of his cunt. He squeaked when Hunter nosed back up and quickly gobbled up the rest of his juices.
Letting go of his legs, he squeezed his thighs together which eased Hunter away from his sensitive places.
“Good boy. I think-” he panted. “I think I’d better get up before Finch wakes up properly and wants to play with me again. Let’s go gets those cows sorted, hmm?”
Hunter ambled off the bed and shook himself all over, waiting by the door as Kurt rolled out of bed and pulled on some of his work clothes. Stumbling out of the room with his boots in hand, he headed for the bathroom.
“Give me a minute, boy.”
***
Burt pulled up and parked his truck in the garage next to the cottage, happy to be home not long after dark and much earlier than he’d anticipated. Noticing his son’s bedroom light was the only one lit aside from the porch light, he slung his bag over his shoulder and picked up the carry case that housed the new sewing machine, heading for the back door to park his muddy boots somewhere safe.
Easing his key into the lock, he stepped inside and put down his bags, toeing off his work boots to the side and then moving into the house to see his boy first and foremost.
Not bothering to call out, his socked feet barely made a noise as he walked along the hardwood floors and rug. As he rounded his son’s doorway ready to surprise him, Burt’s mouth fell open at the sight that greeted him, his hand flying to clutch at his chest.
There was Kurt balanced on all fours and dwarfed by Hunter mounted over him, his eyes shut tight as he cried out in unadulterated pleasure.
Burt watched in shock as his little boy’s head and chest dropped to the bed as Hunter clung on to Kurt’s hips, panting happily, and the dog’s hips stopped moving.
“What-what the hell?” Burt wondered aloud in overwhelming confusion as the dog seemed to smile at him with his tongue lolling out.
Kurt’s head snapped around at the sound of his daddy’s voice.
“D-daddy! You’re home early!” he cried out exuberantly.
“Kurt, what in god’s name are you doing?!” Kurt swallowed hard as Hunter shifted restlessly on two legs.
“It-it’s our new game, daddy,” he placated.
“Is he-is he?” Burt motioned to the dog.
“Oh, um...he’s stuck inside me. But don’t worry he doesn’t get stuck for as long as Finch does.” Burt choked at the admission and clutched at his chest again, feeling breathless.
“Where is Finch?”
“I locked him in the lounge. He’s just too greedy and won’t let Hunter finish properly. But it’s okay; I usually let him play with me after Hunter’s done. Are you okay, daddy?”
Burt coughed, a little red-faced, at his son’s matter of fact manner while their dog is knotted inside him. The pang in his chest lessened and he took a deep breath to battle the dizziness threatening him. Still mortified, he braced himself against the doorway and tried to get control of his racing mind.
“When-when did you start playing this new game, Kurt?”
“Um, yesterday after William left. The dogs got all silly and I couldn’t help it, daddy. They pushed me over and licked me and it felt nice, like it does when you eat breakfast. So I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let them have a snack.” Burt flashed back to last night’s phone conversation.
“You mean? Last night on the phone?”
“Oh. Yeah…um, you don’t mind do you, daddy? I’m-I’m not doing anything wrong, right?” Kurt asked sincerely.
“Baby, it’s-wow. It’s definitely not what I expected but uh, no…no, it’s-you’re not doing anything wrong, kiddo. You just caught me by surprise.” Burt took another deep breath, feeling calmer, and walked over to the bed to sit and stroke Kurt’s hair as Hunter remained tied.
“So you like it, huh? You like fucking?”
“Fucking? Is-is this fucking? Oh! Google said it was a game but I didn’t-”
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” Burt said, ruffling his son’s hair. “I wanted to be the one to show all about it but now you kinda know and it seems like you really like it, don’t you?”
“Yeah. It feels really good, daddy,” he smiled.
“Does it? You like having a cock buried inside your cunt, baby?”
“Yeah,” Kurt sighed, satisfied.
“How many times have the dogs fucked you since yesterday, Kurt?” He shook his head against the mattress.
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Not sure? Are we talking two or three times or...”
“Um, maybe seven?” Burt’s eyebrows shot up.
“Jesus…Do they-do they knot every time?”
“What’s a knot?”
“When you said Hunter was stuck inside you, it’s because his cock swells up so he can keep all his cum inside you. The swollen lump is called a knot and right now, you’re knotted or tied him.”
“Oh. Um, well Finch does every time and he gets stuck, uh, knots for a long time but when Hunter goes first he doesn’t always get the chance ‘cos Finch pushes him off and takes over.”
“Huh,” Burt grunted as his hand drifted along his son's bare back and up to pat Hunter’s head. “Look at you, you ratbag,” he said, scratching at the dog’s scruff. “I heard you did a good job chasing off Schuester yesterday, buddy. And my little boy decided to reward you, didn’t he? Opening up that pretty cunt of his for you. You’re a lucky dog, Hunter. A lucky dog,” he mused.
Hunter swallowed and shifted, pushing off from the boy with a wet pop as his cock came free, and he jumped off the bed to sit down and lick himself clean.
“See?” Kurt said. “He doesn’t last very long.” Burt nodded and moved to take a look at his boy’s used pussy.
“Stay there a second, bud. Let daddy see.” He pulled an ass cheek aside; the dark pink gape of his son's cunt glistening with the dog’s cum made his own blood race southwards. “Need to make sure they haven’t hurt you, baby,” Burt said as a fingertip traced through the trail of wetness along Kurt’s thighs and up one side of his vulva and down the other.
Kurt wriggled as his daddy’s finger tickled him. “They didn’t, daddy, I swear.”Burt hummed as his finger slid around the entrance of his boy’s cunt.
“Look at all this cum. Fuck. Poor little pussy’s drowning in it,” he said as his finger slid in all the way effortlessly. His breathing became heavy as he swished it around inside his son, feeling the flood of fluid still trapped.
“Daddy? What-what’s cum?”
“It’s the protein that you swallow when you kiss my cock.”
“Oh.”
“When you gush in the mornings at breakfast and when the dogs pump you full of this,” he said, pulling his dripping finger out and rubbing his thumb against it in wonder, “It’s all cum, baby. So much goddamn cum.” Kurt giggled as his daddy pushed several fingers inside him easily, scooping more wetness out, the slide of it tickling his inner thigh.
“Usually, they lick up their mess.” Burt grunted as his fingers played in the pooling fluid at Kurt’s entrance.
“Hunter,” he called out and whistled. “Here, boy.” The brown and white dog’s head snapped up and he clambered up onto the bed, tongue hanging out as he sniffed at Burt’s fingers and then licked them clean greedily. “Good boy. Here, here you go. Eat up,” he encouraged, snapping his fingers next to his son's ass and watched enthralled as Hunter followed his nose, cleaning Kurt’s legs as he worked up to his pussy.
Kurt shivered visibly at the touch of the raspy tongue on his messy cunt and Burt moved back around to watch his kid’s face as the dog continued to lick him out.
“Feel good, kiddo?”
“D-daddy,” he whimpered as he practically convulsed on Hunter’s tongue while his daddy pushed damp hair back off his forehead.
“I knew you liked it, buddy. All those mornings when I had my mouth on you, making you cum with my tongue. And you taste so good, Kurt,” he murmured as he stroked his son's cheek with one hand and rubbed his hard dick through his jeans with the other.
Kurt licked his lips waiting to kiss his daddy’s cock. He reached out to fumble with the button on his daddy’s fly only to be pushed away.
“When Hunter’s finished, baby, you go take a shower and then you’ll come into my room. You’ll sleep there tonight.”
“But why, daddy?”
“I saw the state of the sheets. There’s cum everywhere. You can’t sleep here until it’s cleaned up.”
“O-okay, daddy. Ohhhh.”
“Okay, Hunter. That’ll do. Off!” Hunter jumped back off the bed at the command and flopped down by the closet as Burt helped Kurt to stand up. “Go shower, Kurt, and then straight to my room. I’ll put the dogs to bed in here.”
“But, I need to get changed into something afterwards."
“Not tonight, baby.”
Part 6>>