Date: Sat, 20 May 2023 21:53:53 +0000 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: The Trouble Twins, Part 2 The Trouble Twins Part 2 Warning: If sex featuring ADULT men and their dogs turns you off, don't read the following. Don't forget to donate to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org/) to keep this site running. If you're wondering, I met the boys' mom at a truck stop years ago. Kandi. With a "k" and an "i." You know: Typical toothless ten-dollar crack-whore. Became a semi-regular thing through the years. I mean, ten bucks for some grade-B head. Why not? And, yeah, I threw her a few fucks in the back of my truck when I had an extra tenner. Hell, I dumped more loads in Kandi than a laundromat washing machine. Maybe one of those loads literally planted the seed for my present situation. Who knows? Anyway, one-night last winter I drive into the truck stop and Kandi's gone. Rehab or jail or just up and left town. Whatever. Saves me ten bucks. Two days later there's some fucking frantic knocking at my door. Won't let up. Making a hell of a racket. Middle of the night. Snowstorm. Open my door to find this tow-headed kid. Just a snot-nosed runt. Tiny. Thin as a rail with greasy blonde hair over his eyes and down to his shoulders. I have to squint real close to tell it's not a girl. He's shivering in his cheap jeans, wet sneakers, and thin Dollar Store hoodie with a 3rd-rate cartoon character on it. And he's begging me to let him in. Says his "mommy" told him I would. Says Kandi told him I was his "real dad." What the fuck? So, yeah, I'm drunk. And stupid. And a soft touch. Fuck it. I can't let some dumb kid freeze to death in a fucking blizzard. I point him to the couch, tell him to be gone before sun-up. I mean, it's not like this pocket-sized peewee is gonna overpower me in my sleep. He can't be more than 85 pounds soaking wet. Hell, I could probably scoop him up and pitch him fifty yards with one arm. And, oh yeah, did I mention I'm dead drunk? Yeah. So. There you go. I let him inside and go pass out in bed. Later in the night I'm having a hot fucking dream. In my truck with Kandi gobbling my hog. Shit. Feels good. So fucking good. That's when I wake up and find this little pisser under the covers lapping at my joint. I'm gonna throw him back out into the snow, you know? But this is a top-notch suck job. Not like his lazy-ass mom. He's really into it. Class-A head. And I figure a hole's a hole. Right? The next morning I'm sober and the kid's gone. Good. I get back from work, open my front door, and here he is again. In my fucking house. Cooking something in my kitchen. And -- fuck me -- it smells fucking good. I've barely shut the door and he's already handed me a beer, dropped to his knees and started unzipping my jeans. Ok, maybe this isn't so bad. After I eat, he cleans up. Doesn't talk. Not a word. Then he sits quietly on the floor while I drink myself stupid watching some shit on tv. Doesn't make a peep. Smart kid. When I stumble off to bed, he curls up on the couch. Just one more night can't hurt. Right? So, the kid's on the couch. I'm passed out in bed. All's right with the world. I'm even having the same hot dream: Kandi sucking me off in my truck. Fuck, that's good. I wake up and sure enough, he's down there again with my dick lodged between his lips. Horny little faggot. Can't seem to stay off my cock. Feels real nice. Then he hops up, straddles me and -- fuck yes -- slides his ass all the way down on my dick. Shit. Right down to my balls in one easy move. Where did he learn that? Fuck. It goes in like a hot knife through butter. Warm. Smooth. "Close your eyes, Daddy. It's bedtime. Time to sleep." I close my eyes and concentrate on this incredible hole working my dick. Those cunt muscles are flexing and relaxing while he's slowly, slowly riding me. Just quietly rocking up and down. Gliding and sliding. Gently squeezing and milking. Up and down. Up and down. Over and over. Taking me right to the edge, then waiting and starting up again. Up and down. Up and down. Fuuuuuuck. This is some magic fucking boypussy. Then he starts tickling my nuts. So fucking good. Slick fingers running softly back and forth over my sack while he rides me. Feels like fucking heaven. Feels almost like a hot tongue lapping at my balls. Then I realize -- holy shit -- that is a tongue. What the fuck?! I holler and start bucking and kicking. Sure enough, there's two of them. Twins. Holy fuck. Shit's getting real now. They're multiplying! "No fucking way. No fucking way." I'm trying to get off the damn bed, but these two tiny cockmonsters are giggling and pinning me down. "Wait, Daddy. Wait." "Please, Daddy. Wait." "There is no fucking way I'm taking in two of you. Let me up." "Please, Daddy. Please. Don't make us go." "Just one more night? Please? It's so cold." "Let me up, damnit." "Please, Sir. We promise we'll be gone tomorrow." "We promise." The boys are small, but they sure put up a fight. And I'm too drunk to struggle. I fall back, defeated. "Please, Sir. If you let us stay tonight, we can play a game." They both clap their hands and laugh. "Please? It's our favorite game." "You'll like this game, Daddy." "What kind of game?" "It's called, 'Who's got the tightest hole?'" Don't forget to donate to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org/) to keep this site running! I don't check email regularly, but if you've got something to say, don't be shy. E-mail: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. And check out my other stories on Nifty.org: Tommy the Tease (1-12) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/tommy-the-tease/ Training Tyler (1-6) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/training-tyler/ Tyler's First Trick (sequel) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/tylers-first-trick/ Born to be Bred (1-5) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/born-to-be-bred/ Lucky Bitch (1-7) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/lucky-bitch/