Natural Selection 8b
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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With dinner eaten and the fire re-stocked with wood, Kurt pulled a pair of cushions from the couch and settled his knees on them, resting his upper body back over the coffee table. Clicking his tongue, he called Finch over and held out his hand towards him, waggling his fingers, to reassure the dog who was busy looking at Burt as he slinked towards the boy.
Burt rolled his eyes and turned back to the TV, flicking over to watch the big game, but keeping an eye on the action being reflected on the TV screen.
Kurt’s mouth hung open while his eyes were clamped shut. The wiggle of his hips told Burt that the dog was licking in all the right places and the low moans that his son let out only confirmed that he was minutes away from coming again.
The flex of Kurt’s fingers as they gripped and let go of the table top was hypnotizing. Soon, a hand disappeared from view, presumably to finger himself while the dog kept lapping away.
A high wail caught Burt’s attention from the replay, making him cast an eye over to his boy. He smirked as he watched their pup’s hips hump Kurt like a jackhammer. The screwy curl of Kurt’s mouth in an aborted moan got Burt’s cock interested for the umpteenth time that day. He wondered if he’d be able to get it up to make use of his boy’s pussy once more for the night.
Burt slouched right down in his lounger and softly called Hunter over to his armchair. Legs spread wide; Burt patted his upper thigh, encouraging the dog to get closer to his half hard dick. A tentative lick made him scoot closer to the brown and white dog’s muzzle.
He scratched behind the pup’s ears as Hunter licked across Burt’s ball sack and at the sweaty creases of skins at the top of his thighs. Sweeping licks continued up over his thickening length and at Kurt’s harsh cry, Burt cracked an eye open to watch his son’s body shake with orgasm while the other dog was still tied to him.
In front of him, Hunter hopped up with his front paws landing on each meaty thigh as he took the task of licking Burt’s cock seriously. Each stoke of the long agile tongue felt amazing and Burt had a hard time holding his hips back from thrusting, knowing it would only dislodge the pup’s position.
At the first dribble of pre-cum, Hunter re-doubled his efforts, making Burt grunt and pull the dog a little closer. His eyes flicked back to his son, who seemed to be watching in amazement at the dog licking Burt intently.
Kurt’s sticky hand slipped back out of view, rubbing at his still full cunt as he watched Burt get more and more turned on.
When Hunter started humping against the chair, Burt pushed him away, timing it perfectly with Finch’s dismount from Kurt. Burt lifted himself up and tottered over to his kid, dropping back down behind and playing in the leaking ooze that Finch had left behind. The inner thighs of his kid were slippery with splatters of silky fluid and Burt scooped some up before pushing four fingers straight inside of Kurt, twisting and pulling back straight away.
“Oh God,” Kurt whined, gripping the table with both hands.
Burt smirked and pushed the digits back in, twisting his hand so his thumb swiped across his son’s asshole. The quick clench made him smile, so he did it again to hear Kurt’s gasp.
He pulled his hand away and used the juices to slick his cock before plunging in deep and holding still as his boy clenched down on him. Kurt’s pussy convulsed, milking Burt’s dick in a pulsing rhythm. Gripping the kid’s hips tightly, Burt pulled back slowly and waited with just the tip dipped inside.
A soft whimper from Kurt was the sign he was waiting for. He slammed his dick in deep, a loud groan rattling from Kurt as he held still again. The begging started as Kurt’s cunt clenched down on Burt again.
“Please. Please. Please. D-daddy. Uh. Don’t-don’t stop. Please.”
Burt smiled and repeated the slow withdrawal, pause and thrust over and over, working Kurt up into a writhing frenzy. He waited for the inane babble of, “Fuck me,” and “More, daddy. More,” to run in a constant loop before Burt took pity on him, settling into a steady but punishing rhythm of hard smacks against Kurt’s ass.
Pulling in a shuddering breath, Burt’s head tipped back and he gazed at the golden lit ceiling, letting arousal swirl in his veins. Steadying himself as he pulled Kurt by the hips onto his cock again, Burt realized that his release was still a long way off. He eyed Hunter who was sitting close by, alternating between watching them and licking at the tip of his bright pink dick.
Without warning, Burt pulled away, moved aside and clicked his fingers at Hunter, calling him over to mount Kurt.
“Dadd-? OH God!”
The dog’s cock immediately lined up and slid into his boy’s wet pussy. With a whiny groan from the boy, Hunter’s hips burst to life, ramming Kurt non-stop in a jerky rhythm.
Burt sat back on his haunches, stroking his thick, slippery dick as the pup in front of him unloaded into Kurt.
“Uh, uh, uh. Ohhhh...” Kurt squealed hoarsely.
As Hunter took his fill from the boy, Burt crawled around to watch his son’s face as he was being fucked.
“God, look at you.” Burt nodded at the pair dumbly, his hand still jerking at his cock.
Kurt whined as he laid his flushed cheek to the cool wood of the coffee table, staring at Burt in shock and lust as Hunter’s pace seemed to get more violent. Kurt’s throat vibrated against the table with every broken moan and he tried to mouth words he couldn’t get the breath to form.
“You got him all excited, bud. He can’t wait to get back inside. There’s nothing like being inside your sweet pussy, Kurt. Wait ‘til he gets all the way in.”
Kurt’s teeth rattled as Hunter’s paws clamped down harder around his hips, the dog’s knot forcing its way into his cunt. His eyes rolled up into his head as he came, drool dripping from his slack mouth down to the table top. Burt snickered as Kurt fell apart in front of him, face dropping to the table again as Hunter stilled. He reached out to smooth back hair from his kid’s face.
“So beautiful and so greedy.”
His boy didn’t even react as Hunter pulled away, the dog snuffling around his pussy trying to lick at the droplets of cum on Kurt’s thighs until Burt pushed him out of the way. Lining back up, Burt fucked in to Kurt’s cunt again.
“Fu-uck, so wet. Jesus, kid. I love the way you take cock.” Burt slammed in again and again, the slickness urging him on, making him push in harder. Feeling his balls tighten, Burt ground against Kurt viciously. Swiveling his hips, he kept himself buried balls deep until his cock finished pulsing inside his son.
“God-fucking-damn!” Burt’s hips jerked forward with each aftershock, punctuated with his soft groan of, “Fuck!” every time.
Pulling out, Burt sat back once more and watched the heavy globs of cum slide out of his kid’s used pussy. The runny cum from the dogs helped Burt’s thicker white contributions slip-slide their way down Kurt’s inner thighs, all the way to the tired cushions his boy was still kneeling on.
A snuffle from behind made Burt aware that Finch was back, looking to lick up their combined leavings. Burt groaned wearily as he stood, hobbling around to sit on the coffee table in front of his son.
“You okay?”
Kurt’s bleary eyes rolled to look in his direction from where his face was still stuck against the table. Burt chuckled as he stroked the boy’s hot cheek and wiped the spittle that was dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
“You okay?” he repeated.
A long blink was his only answer and Burt waited for Kurt to look at him properly before he wandered away to get a wash cloth to wipe him off with.
As he walked back into living room with a warm wet flannel in hand, Burt shook his head in disbelief as Kurt moaned dirtily while Finch buried his cock in his son’s cunt again. Wiping off Kurt’s face and dropping a kiss to his kid’s forehead, Burt righted himself and stretched out his back.
“When you’re ready Kurt, shower and come to daddy’s room tonight, okay?”
“Mm hmm. Oh!” Kurt cut himself off with a gasp.
When Kurt finally crawled into bed an hour later, smelling like soap and wearing his favorite pair of black satin panties, Burt pulled him close and smiled as his kid curled into his side and promptly passed out.
***
Since that afternoon, they kept a couple of towels on hand in the living room along with a few of the kneeling cushions that Kurt had especially made for them both and covered in a wash’n’wear fabric.
Once the winter had well and truly set in, Burt made sure to keep the house nice and toasty so his son would continue to wear next to nothing inside. As it was, Kurt had chosen to forgo panties and pants on days when he was inside. More often than not, he pottered around in one of Burt’s large flannel shirts that hung off him and landed mid-thigh. It became clear that his boy would let the dogs lick his pussy at any hour of the day or night and the pups, for their part, quickly learnt to leave Kurt alone if he had pants on.
When his son worked outside in jeans and so on, the dogs left him alone but as soon as the pants were dropped, the boys would mount Kurt in a heartbeat. Finch in particular barely left Kurt’s side, their bond had always been stronger but now it seemed that the black and white dog only had eyes for his son.
Of course Burt encouraged his boy to only wear a long shirt or the kilt that Kurt had designed. It had fantastic benefits for them all and Burt would often walk into a room only to find one dog or another lapping away at his kid’s pussy. Kurt sometimes seemed oblivious to their constant snacking and would simply stand with his legs apart or with one leg hitched up while he did the dishes or brushed his teeth. When he was watching TV, Kurt’s legs automatically splayed wide as he slouched down, his fingers moving to spread his lips or to slip inside his cunt, showing the dog where to lick. It was a little maddening for Burt to only watch and not to constantly take, but his son never complained when he moved in and fucked him thoroughly or told Kurt to go shower before he’d eat his son out.
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Burt’s favorite days were their Snow Days. After that first time, it meant that Kurt spent the day nude, on his knees over the coffee table, watching a stack of his favorite movies that Burt would queue up, taking each cock whenever Burt or the boys felt like fucking him. A towel was always spread out between his kid’s legs to catch the rivers of cum that they all would spill during the marathon.
Invariably, each dog would be forced to sit out until his fur had dried off enough to mount Kurt so it gave Burt plenty of time to bust his nut inside his kid, before grunting as he got off his knees, only to be replaced by Finch. His boy would happily remain in position as Burt took care of chores and getting snacks ready. Every now and then Burt would wander past, unzip and feed his cock back into Kurt’s warm pliant cunt again.
Sometimes the dogs would work themselves up into a frenzy, particularly if Kurt had to get up for something. Each pup would yip and circle him as his kid moved around to change the movie over or to grab a sandwich. Occasionally, one of them would jump up and hook Kurt’s arms trying to force him down but after getting told off and locked out of the room for a while, they soon learnt to wait until his kid’s knees hit the kneeling pad before pouncing on him, hips pumping. When they got like that, there wasn’t much Burt or his boy could do to calm them down, other than to let them take Kurt over and over, each one interrupting the other before they could tie properly.
Ever the mediator, Kurt would try to keep one dog calm as the other went to town on his pussy. Burt’s lost count of how many times he’d seen his boy with a hand wrapped around the unsheathed cock of an unoccupied and impatient sled dog while the other hand was rubbing his clit as he grunted to orgasm with his cheek stuck to the coffee table.
There was no doubt, snow days were the best thing, even if it meant working that bit harder outside to make sure the stock was looked after. Which is why he was a little disappointed when he had to make a break for town to fetch some emergency wind fencing after a severe storm warning was issued for the upcoming week.
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Kurt helped him get the cows milked and fed that wintry Saturday morning, making sure that the water tanks were free flowing, the pens were reasonably snow bank free and that the walkways were cleared for easy access.
With plenty of feed stored in the barn, fresh bedding laid out for the few heavily pregnant heifers in the sheltered pens and the handful of wind fences they actually had put in place in the open paddocks, Burt was satisfied that Kurt could manage for the next day or two.
As Kurt started on cooking breakfast, Burt packed a bag for a night away before dropping it at the back door and heading in to sit down to a steaming bowl of porridge and a large mug of coffee.
“So what are ya gonna do today, kiddo?” Kurt shrugged as he swallowed his mouthful.
“There’s s’posed to be some more snow later so I’ll get some more wood in, put the slow cooker on and have a snow day with the dogs. I’ve been meaning to re-watch Gone With The Wind anyway.”
Burt choked a little of his coffee, still not over the casualness with which his boy referred to fucking their dogs for hours on end and trying to remember if that was the four hour movie he’d fallen asleep during that one time.
“But you’ll have time to warm me up before you go, won’t you daddy?” Kurt asked. “In the shower?”
Burt gave a short nod as he grinned to himself. It’d be the perfect send off. Maybe he’d have to find the boy a present while he was in town.
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Kurt slinked into his father’s bedroom, flushed pink, clean and freshly fucked. He could hear his daddy whistling happily in the bathroom as he shaved. Smiling to himself fondly, Kurt opened up a drawer, looking for his favorite of his father’s flannel shirts to wear. Pulling it out and slipping it on, he stood in front of the full length mirror and admired the black shirt with taupe and grey stripes. He felt somewhat debonair in it and he stifled a chuckle as he did up each button over his midriff and rolled up the sleeves a little.
He wondered if one day soon his daddy would let him come to town too. Kurt really wanted to go to a restaurant and order a cheeseburger and a cherry coke. He hadn’t been to one in years, the last memory he had was something altogether too fuzzy to really remember. Maybe in the summer, he thought. That was when his daddy had promised to teach him how to drive. Of course Kurt had been driving the tractor and the ATV for a couple of years now but his daddy was always too protective to let him loose on the open road even though Kurt already had the driver’s handbook and had been studying it. He knew by the time summer rolled around, he’d be ready to get his driver’s permit.
Kurt ran his fingers through his still damp bangs. Maybe he should do something different with his hair. It was getting a bit long in the front, he realized with a frown. It made him look like a shaggy sheep dog. His thoughts were interrupted as his daddy slid his strong arms around Kurt’s waist. He leaned back against his father’s chest and looked at their reflection in the mirror with a sigh. “You’ll drive safe, won’t you?”
“Of course, baby.”
“And you’ll take the cell phone?”
“As always,” his daddy muttered as his lips worked their way past the collar of the shirt Kurt was wearing. His father’s fingers slid down and dipped between Kurt’s outer lips, dragging through his hot, damp pussy. Kurt clenched and unclenched as the tip tickled him.
“A-and you’ll call me tonight?”
“When have I ever not wished you a good night, Kurt?” The finger teasing his entrance eased inside, swirled and pulled out. Kurt looked into the mirror, staring at his father reproachfully.
“I know, but you also don’t usually drive in such bad weather. I-I. Just drive safe, okay?”
“I will. Anything else you wanna tell me?” his daddy asked, lifting the slick finger to his nose to sniff. His daddy’s tongue peeked out before his mouth opened right up and Kurt watched him suck his juices off it. Kurt bit his lip and shook his head.
“I guess you should get going before the weather gets worse.”
“Mmm,” his father moaned, smacking his lips. “Walk me to the door?” Kurt wormed his hand through the crook of his daddy’s elbow and escorted him to the back door. Reaching up on tiptoe, Kurt kissed his father on the cheek.
“I love you, daddy. Call me when you get there.”
“I love you too, baby. Don’t stay on your knees all day.”
Kurt grinned as he watched his father close the door behind him.
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Kurt giggled as Hunter licked away the last of the dribbles of cum from his cunt. He waggled his butt as the dog seemed to lose interest.
“Hun-ter,” he called in a lilting voice. “Don’t you wanna lick my pussy?” he said with a pout, still jiggling his rear. He sighed as the tired dog wandered past him and collapsed in front of the roaring fire. Rolling his eyes, Kurt pushed himself up from the coffee table and stood on shaky legs.
“Fine. Be that way,” he grumbled as he massaged his reddened kneecaps.
A heavy thumping on the front door made him jerk his head up. Kurt shot a look at his curious dogs who had perked up but hadn’t moved from their spots on the floor. Frowning, Kurt shot from the lounge and into his bedroom to throw on a pair of track pants and one of his daddy’s flannel shirts. Pushing the sleeves up, Kurt hurried to the front door just as another round of banging started.
A quick glance through the peephole had him sighing in relief.
“Mrs Pine? W-what on earth?” he stuttered out as a wintry shot of frigid air blasted past him as he opened the door. “Come in, please. It’s freezing out there,” he said, gesturing to his elderly neighbor while holding the door wide open.
“Thank you, Kurt. Always so sweet, aren’t you?” the grey haired woman greeted him with a tense smile. “Come along boys,” she called to the two black Cocker Spaniels as she pulled their leashes encouragingly. Stepping inside and stopping in the hall, her ruddy cheeks were all that were visible under her woolly hat.
“Now I can’t stay, even though I know you’re going to ask me to. I need to ask a favour of you Kurt,” she tipped her head up to eye him from beneath the brim of her blue hat.
“Of course.”
“My dear sister, the old fool, was out clearing a path to her car when she fell over,” the older woman grumbled as Kurt made a concerned noise. “Oh don’t worry about her.” She waved a hand, dismissing Kurt’s interruption. “She’s a tough old biddy but she needs some help getting around in that big house of hers and guess who the lucky schmuck is that took her call.”
Kurt chuckled despite himself. As kindly and grandmotherly as Mrs Pine looked, she was a tough cookie with a grumpy disposition. Her only soft spots were for her dogs, her flower beds and Kurt.
“So you’re going then?” Kurt asked, wondering why she was here.
“Looks like it, if I can get through the storm an’ all. But I ain’t taking the dogs. Ursula’s got no time for my boys and if I have to suffer through her jaw jacking about them racing around and knocking her ornaments over one more time....well, I might just push her over and leave her there. So, uh, can you take care of my boys, Kurt? It’ll probably be a week or so until I can get back. Would that be alright?” Kurt smiled and stooped over to ruffle the soft but damp heads of the energetic dogs.
“Absolutely, Mrs Pine. I’d be happy to.”
“Oh Kurt, you’re an angel. They shouldn’t be too much trouble seeing as they along with your two. Speaking of, where are those big galoots?”
“Oh, we were playing before. I think I tuckered them out,” Kurt said with a grin.
“Huh. Well, I best be on my way. I didn’t see your daddy’s car out front. Are you okay by yourself?”
“He had to drive into town for some supplies but I’ll be fine. I just worry about him driving in this weather, which means that you should be extra careful on the road, young lady,” Kurt teased as her took the leashes from the smiling old woman as she opened the front door once more. “Besides, I’m not alone. I have a house full of dogs to look after!”
“You take care, Kurt, and you take care of my boys. I’ll call you once I’m settled.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs Pine. I’ll take good care of them!” Kurt had to shout over the whipping wind as his neighbor gingerly made her way down the porch stairs. “Drive safe!”
>>Part 8C
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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With dinner eaten and the fire re-stocked with wood, Kurt pulled a pair of cushions from the couch and settled his knees on them, resting his upper body back over the coffee table. Clicking his tongue, he called Finch over and held out his hand towards him, waggling his fingers, to reassure the dog who was busy looking at Burt as he slinked towards the boy.
Burt rolled his eyes and turned back to the TV, flicking over to watch the big game, but keeping an eye on the action being reflected on the TV screen.
Kurt’s mouth hung open while his eyes were clamped shut. The wiggle of his hips told Burt that the dog was licking in all the right places and the low moans that his son let out only confirmed that he was minutes away from coming again.
The flex of Kurt’s fingers as they gripped and let go of the table top was hypnotizing. Soon, a hand disappeared from view, presumably to finger himself while the dog kept lapping away.
A high wail caught Burt’s attention from the replay, making him cast an eye over to his boy. He smirked as he watched their pup’s hips hump Kurt like a jackhammer. The screwy curl of Kurt’s mouth in an aborted moan got Burt’s cock interested for the umpteenth time that day. He wondered if he’d be able to get it up to make use of his boy’s pussy once more for the night.
Burt slouched right down in his lounger and softly called Hunter over to his armchair. Legs spread wide; Burt patted his upper thigh, encouraging the dog to get closer to his half hard dick. A tentative lick made him scoot closer to the brown and white dog’s muzzle.
He scratched behind the pup’s ears as Hunter licked across Burt’s ball sack and at the sweaty creases of skins at the top of his thighs. Sweeping licks continued up over his thickening length and at Kurt’s harsh cry, Burt cracked an eye open to watch his son’s body shake with orgasm while the other dog was still tied to him.
In front of him, Hunter hopped up with his front paws landing on each meaty thigh as he took the task of licking Burt’s cock seriously. Each stoke of the long agile tongue felt amazing and Burt had a hard time holding his hips back from thrusting, knowing it would only dislodge the pup’s position.
At the first dribble of pre-cum, Hunter re-doubled his efforts, making Burt grunt and pull the dog a little closer. His eyes flicked back to his son, who seemed to be watching in amazement at the dog licking Burt intently.
Kurt’s sticky hand slipped back out of view, rubbing at his still full cunt as he watched Burt get more and more turned on.
When Hunter started humping against the chair, Burt pushed him away, timing it perfectly with Finch’s dismount from Kurt. Burt lifted himself up and tottered over to his kid, dropping back down behind and playing in the leaking ooze that Finch had left behind. The inner thighs of his kid were slippery with splatters of silky fluid and Burt scooped some up before pushing four fingers straight inside of Kurt, twisting and pulling back straight away.
“Oh God,” Kurt whined, gripping the table with both hands.
Burt smirked and pushed the digits back in, twisting his hand so his thumb swiped across his son’s asshole. The quick clench made him smile, so he did it again to hear Kurt’s gasp.
He pulled his hand away and used the juices to slick his cock before plunging in deep and holding still as his boy clenched down on him. Kurt’s pussy convulsed, milking Burt’s dick in a pulsing rhythm. Gripping the kid’s hips tightly, Burt pulled back slowly and waited with just the tip dipped inside.
A soft whimper from Kurt was the sign he was waiting for. He slammed his dick in deep, a loud groan rattling from Kurt as he held still again. The begging started as Kurt’s cunt clenched down on Burt again.
“Please. Please. Please. D-daddy. Uh. Don’t-don’t stop. Please.”
Burt smiled and repeated the slow withdrawal, pause and thrust over and over, working Kurt up into a writhing frenzy. He waited for the inane babble of, “Fuck me,” and “More, daddy. More,” to run in a constant loop before Burt took pity on him, settling into a steady but punishing rhythm of hard smacks against Kurt’s ass.
Pulling in a shuddering breath, Burt’s head tipped back and he gazed at the golden lit ceiling, letting arousal swirl in his veins. Steadying himself as he pulled Kurt by the hips onto his cock again, Burt realized that his release was still a long way off. He eyed Hunter who was sitting close by, alternating between watching them and licking at the tip of his bright pink dick.
Without warning, Burt pulled away, moved aside and clicked his fingers at Hunter, calling him over to mount Kurt.
“Dadd-? OH God!”
The dog’s cock immediately lined up and slid into his boy’s wet pussy. With a whiny groan from the boy, Hunter’s hips burst to life, ramming Kurt non-stop in a jerky rhythm.
Burt sat back on his haunches, stroking his thick, slippery dick as the pup in front of him unloaded into Kurt.
“Uh, uh, uh. Ohhhh...” Kurt squealed hoarsely.
As Hunter took his fill from the boy, Burt crawled around to watch his son’s face as he was being fucked.
“God, look at you.” Burt nodded at the pair dumbly, his hand still jerking at his cock.
Kurt whined as he laid his flushed cheek to the cool wood of the coffee table, staring at Burt in shock and lust as Hunter’s pace seemed to get more violent. Kurt’s throat vibrated against the table with every broken moan and he tried to mouth words he couldn’t get the breath to form.
“You got him all excited, bud. He can’t wait to get back inside. There’s nothing like being inside your sweet pussy, Kurt. Wait ‘til he gets all the way in.”
Kurt’s teeth rattled as Hunter’s paws clamped down harder around his hips, the dog’s knot forcing its way into his cunt. His eyes rolled up into his head as he came, drool dripping from his slack mouth down to the table top. Burt snickered as Kurt fell apart in front of him, face dropping to the table again as Hunter stilled. He reached out to smooth back hair from his kid’s face.
“So beautiful and so greedy.”
His boy didn’t even react as Hunter pulled away, the dog snuffling around his pussy trying to lick at the droplets of cum on Kurt’s thighs until Burt pushed him out of the way. Lining back up, Burt fucked in to Kurt’s cunt again.
“Fu-uck, so wet. Jesus, kid. I love the way you take cock.” Burt slammed in again and again, the slickness urging him on, making him push in harder. Feeling his balls tighten, Burt ground against Kurt viciously. Swiveling his hips, he kept himself buried balls deep until his cock finished pulsing inside his son.
“God-fucking-damn!” Burt’s hips jerked forward with each aftershock, punctuated with his soft groan of, “Fuck!” every time.
Pulling out, Burt sat back once more and watched the heavy globs of cum slide out of his kid’s used pussy. The runny cum from the dogs helped Burt’s thicker white contributions slip-slide their way down Kurt’s inner thighs, all the way to the tired cushions his boy was still kneeling on.
A snuffle from behind made Burt aware that Finch was back, looking to lick up their combined leavings. Burt groaned wearily as he stood, hobbling around to sit on the coffee table in front of his son.
“You okay?”
Kurt’s bleary eyes rolled to look in his direction from where his face was still stuck against the table. Burt chuckled as he stroked the boy’s hot cheek and wiped the spittle that was dribbling from the corner of his mouth.
“You okay?” he repeated.
A long blink was his only answer and Burt waited for Kurt to look at him properly before he wandered away to get a wash cloth to wipe him off with.
As he walked back into living room with a warm wet flannel in hand, Burt shook his head in disbelief as Kurt moaned dirtily while Finch buried his cock in his son’s cunt again. Wiping off Kurt’s face and dropping a kiss to his kid’s forehead, Burt righted himself and stretched out his back.
“When you’re ready Kurt, shower and come to daddy’s room tonight, okay?”
“Mm hmm. Oh!” Kurt cut himself off with a gasp.
When Kurt finally crawled into bed an hour later, smelling like soap and wearing his favorite pair of black satin panties, Burt pulled him close and smiled as his kid curled into his side and promptly passed out.
***
Since that afternoon, they kept a couple of towels on hand in the living room along with a few of the kneeling cushions that Kurt had especially made for them both and covered in a wash’n’wear fabric.
Once the winter had well and truly set in, Burt made sure to keep the house nice and toasty so his son would continue to wear next to nothing inside. As it was, Kurt had chosen to forgo panties and pants on days when he was inside. More often than not, he pottered around in one of Burt’s large flannel shirts that hung off him and landed mid-thigh. It became clear that his boy would let the dogs lick his pussy at any hour of the day or night and the pups, for their part, quickly learnt to leave Kurt alone if he had pants on.
When his son worked outside in jeans and so on, the dogs left him alone but as soon as the pants were dropped, the boys would mount Kurt in a heartbeat. Finch in particular barely left Kurt’s side, their bond had always been stronger but now it seemed that the black and white dog only had eyes for his son.
Of course Burt encouraged his boy to only wear a long shirt or the kilt that Kurt had designed. It had fantastic benefits for them all and Burt would often walk into a room only to find one dog or another lapping away at his kid’s pussy. Kurt sometimes seemed oblivious to their constant snacking and would simply stand with his legs apart or with one leg hitched up while he did the dishes or brushed his teeth. When he was watching TV, Kurt’s legs automatically splayed wide as he slouched down, his fingers moving to spread his lips or to slip inside his cunt, showing the dog where to lick. It was a little maddening for Burt to only watch and not to constantly take, but his son never complained when he moved in and fucked him thoroughly or told Kurt to go shower before he’d eat his son out.
***
Burt’s favorite days were their Snow Days. After that first time, it meant that Kurt spent the day nude, on his knees over the coffee table, watching a stack of his favorite movies that Burt would queue up, taking each cock whenever Burt or the boys felt like fucking him. A towel was always spread out between his kid’s legs to catch the rivers of cum that they all would spill during the marathon.
Invariably, each dog would be forced to sit out until his fur had dried off enough to mount Kurt so it gave Burt plenty of time to bust his nut inside his kid, before grunting as he got off his knees, only to be replaced by Finch. His boy would happily remain in position as Burt took care of chores and getting snacks ready. Every now and then Burt would wander past, unzip and feed his cock back into Kurt’s warm pliant cunt again.
Sometimes the dogs would work themselves up into a frenzy, particularly if Kurt had to get up for something. Each pup would yip and circle him as his kid moved around to change the movie over or to grab a sandwich. Occasionally, one of them would jump up and hook Kurt’s arms trying to force him down but after getting told off and locked out of the room for a while, they soon learnt to wait until his kid’s knees hit the kneeling pad before pouncing on him, hips pumping. When they got like that, there wasn’t much Burt or his boy could do to calm them down, other than to let them take Kurt over and over, each one interrupting the other before they could tie properly.
Ever the mediator, Kurt would try to keep one dog calm as the other went to town on his pussy. Burt’s lost count of how many times he’d seen his boy with a hand wrapped around the unsheathed cock of an unoccupied and impatient sled dog while the other hand was rubbing his clit as he grunted to orgasm with his cheek stuck to the coffee table.
There was no doubt, snow days were the best thing, even if it meant working that bit harder outside to make sure the stock was looked after. Which is why he was a little disappointed when he had to make a break for town to fetch some emergency wind fencing after a severe storm warning was issued for the upcoming week.
***
Kurt helped him get the cows milked and fed that wintry Saturday morning, making sure that the water tanks were free flowing, the pens were reasonably snow bank free and that the walkways were cleared for easy access.
With plenty of feed stored in the barn, fresh bedding laid out for the few heavily pregnant heifers in the sheltered pens and the handful of wind fences they actually had put in place in the open paddocks, Burt was satisfied that Kurt could manage for the next day or two.
As Kurt started on cooking breakfast, Burt packed a bag for a night away before dropping it at the back door and heading in to sit down to a steaming bowl of porridge and a large mug of coffee.
“So what are ya gonna do today, kiddo?” Kurt shrugged as he swallowed his mouthful.
“There’s s’posed to be some more snow later so I’ll get some more wood in, put the slow cooker on and have a snow day with the dogs. I’ve been meaning to re-watch Gone With The Wind anyway.”
Burt choked a little of his coffee, still not over the casualness with which his boy referred to fucking their dogs for hours on end and trying to remember if that was the four hour movie he’d fallen asleep during that one time.
“But you’ll have time to warm me up before you go, won’t you daddy?” Kurt asked. “In the shower?”
Burt gave a short nod as he grinned to himself. It’d be the perfect send off. Maybe he’d have to find the boy a present while he was in town.
***
Kurt slinked into his father’s bedroom, flushed pink, clean and freshly fucked. He could hear his daddy whistling happily in the bathroom as he shaved. Smiling to himself fondly, Kurt opened up a drawer, looking for his favorite of his father’s flannel shirts to wear. Pulling it out and slipping it on, he stood in front of the full length mirror and admired the black shirt with taupe and grey stripes. He felt somewhat debonair in it and he stifled a chuckle as he did up each button over his midriff and rolled up the sleeves a little.
He wondered if one day soon his daddy would let him come to town too. Kurt really wanted to go to a restaurant and order a cheeseburger and a cherry coke. He hadn’t been to one in years, the last memory he had was something altogether too fuzzy to really remember. Maybe in the summer, he thought. That was when his daddy had promised to teach him how to drive. Of course Kurt had been driving the tractor and the ATV for a couple of years now but his daddy was always too protective to let him loose on the open road even though Kurt already had the driver’s handbook and had been studying it. He knew by the time summer rolled around, he’d be ready to get his driver’s permit.
Kurt ran his fingers through his still damp bangs. Maybe he should do something different with his hair. It was getting a bit long in the front, he realized with a frown. It made him look like a shaggy sheep dog. His thoughts were interrupted as his daddy slid his strong arms around Kurt’s waist. He leaned back against his father’s chest and looked at their reflection in the mirror with a sigh. “You’ll drive safe, won’t you?”
“Of course, baby.”
“And you’ll take the cell phone?”
“As always,” his daddy muttered as his lips worked their way past the collar of the shirt Kurt was wearing. His father’s fingers slid down and dipped between Kurt’s outer lips, dragging through his hot, damp pussy. Kurt clenched and unclenched as the tip tickled him.
“A-and you’ll call me tonight?”
“When have I ever not wished you a good night, Kurt?” The finger teasing his entrance eased inside, swirled and pulled out. Kurt looked into the mirror, staring at his father reproachfully.
“I know, but you also don’t usually drive in such bad weather. I-I. Just drive safe, okay?”
“I will. Anything else you wanna tell me?” his daddy asked, lifting the slick finger to his nose to sniff. His daddy’s tongue peeked out before his mouth opened right up and Kurt watched him suck his juices off it. Kurt bit his lip and shook his head.
“I guess you should get going before the weather gets worse.”
“Mmm,” his father moaned, smacking his lips. “Walk me to the door?” Kurt wormed his hand through the crook of his daddy’s elbow and escorted him to the back door. Reaching up on tiptoe, Kurt kissed his father on the cheek.
“I love you, daddy. Call me when you get there.”
“I love you too, baby. Don’t stay on your knees all day.”
Kurt grinned as he watched his father close the door behind him.
***
Kurt giggled as Hunter licked away the last of the dribbles of cum from his cunt. He waggled his butt as the dog seemed to lose interest.
“Hun-ter,” he called in a lilting voice. “Don’t you wanna lick my pussy?” he said with a pout, still jiggling his rear. He sighed as the tired dog wandered past him and collapsed in front of the roaring fire. Rolling his eyes, Kurt pushed himself up from the coffee table and stood on shaky legs.
“Fine. Be that way,” he grumbled as he massaged his reddened kneecaps.
A heavy thumping on the front door made him jerk his head up. Kurt shot a look at his curious dogs who had perked up but hadn’t moved from their spots on the floor. Frowning, Kurt shot from the lounge and into his bedroom to throw on a pair of track pants and one of his daddy’s flannel shirts. Pushing the sleeves up, Kurt hurried to the front door just as another round of banging started.
A quick glance through the peephole had him sighing in relief.
“Mrs Pine? W-what on earth?” he stuttered out as a wintry shot of frigid air blasted past him as he opened the door. “Come in, please. It’s freezing out there,” he said, gesturing to his elderly neighbor while holding the door wide open.
“Thank you, Kurt. Always so sweet, aren’t you?” the grey haired woman greeted him with a tense smile. “Come along boys,” she called to the two black Cocker Spaniels as she pulled their leashes encouragingly. Stepping inside and stopping in the hall, her ruddy cheeks were all that were visible under her woolly hat.
“Now I can’t stay, even though I know you’re going to ask me to. I need to ask a favour of you Kurt,” she tipped her head up to eye him from beneath the brim of her blue hat.
“Of course.”
“My dear sister, the old fool, was out clearing a path to her car when she fell over,” the older woman grumbled as Kurt made a concerned noise. “Oh don’t worry about her.” She waved a hand, dismissing Kurt’s interruption. “She’s a tough old biddy but she needs some help getting around in that big house of hers and guess who the lucky schmuck is that took her call.”
Kurt chuckled despite himself. As kindly and grandmotherly as Mrs Pine looked, she was a tough cookie with a grumpy disposition. Her only soft spots were for her dogs, her flower beds and Kurt.
“So you’re going then?” Kurt asked, wondering why she was here.
“Looks like it, if I can get through the storm an’ all. But I ain’t taking the dogs. Ursula’s got no time for my boys and if I have to suffer through her jaw jacking about them racing around and knocking her ornaments over one more time....well, I might just push her over and leave her there. So, uh, can you take care of my boys, Kurt? It’ll probably be a week or so until I can get back. Would that be alright?” Kurt smiled and stooped over to ruffle the soft but damp heads of the energetic dogs.
“Absolutely, Mrs Pine. I’d be happy to.”
“Oh Kurt, you’re an angel. They shouldn’t be too much trouble seeing as they along with your two. Speaking of, where are those big galoots?”
“Oh, we were playing before. I think I tuckered them out,” Kurt said with a grin.
“Huh. Well, I best be on my way. I didn’t see your daddy’s car out front. Are you okay by yourself?”
“He had to drive into town for some supplies but I’ll be fine. I just worry about him driving in this weather, which means that you should be extra careful on the road, young lady,” Kurt teased as her took the leashes from the smiling old woman as she opened the front door once more. “Besides, I’m not alone. I have a house full of dogs to look after!”
“You take care, Kurt, and you take care of my boys. I’ll call you once I’m settled.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs Pine. I’ll take good care of them!” Kurt had to shout over the whipping wind as his neighbor gingerly made her way down the porch stairs. “Drive safe!”
>>Part 8C