All The Way Home

Part 4

After breakfast, the kids ran outside to play with Charlie while Poppy and Amy took their coffee out on the front porch to enjoy the warm sun. For a few minutes, they discussed what other pictures Poppy wanted to take later that day, with Amy avoiding the subject of what her grandfather had done with her eight year old daughter the night before. The conversation lagged for a few moments when she turned to him, her lower lip trembling.

‟Was she any...good?” Amy finally murmured lowly with her eyes downcast.

‟What are you talking about?” Poppy asked even though his cock visibly twitched seeing her discomfort.

‟My eight year old daughter,” Amy said louder than she intended without looking up at him, ‟was her first real blow job any good?”

‟I suppose it's how you look at it,” he chuckled, reaching over to spread her knees to gaze at her gaping pussy while he talked. ‟On the one hand, it was her first time giving a grown man a blow job so her technique left a lot to be desired. On the other hand, she's an eight year old girl who willingly, happily and, I must say, quite eagerly gave me, a sixty seven year old man, a blow job that finished with me cumming in her mouth. That makes it one of the best ever in my mind in practically every way.”

‟She's only taken her brother's little cock in her mouth before,” Amy said defensively, unconsciously apologizing to her grandfather for her young daughter not having better cock sucking skills, ‟and certainly hasn't even seen, let alone touched and sucked, a cock as large as yours.”

‟You have a very good point,” Poppy grinned before turning and calling Britt to join them on the porch. ‟Practice does make perfect and maybe you can give your darling daughter some expert pointers while you watch her suck me off.”

Britt rushed up to them, throwing her arms around Poppy's neck and surprising Amy by giving him a tongue lashing kiss. Then she climbed in his lap with his hard cock between her legs while he idly fingered her flat nipples with one hand and her tight pussy slit with the other.

‟Your mother wants to know if you liked sucking my cock this morning,” Poppy told the eight year old with his eyes locked on Amy. ‟She says she might be able to show you a few things to help you give even better blow jobs.”

‟Oh, Mommy, it was so exciting when I woke up and Poppy's dick was all hard laying on his belly,” Britt excitedly told her mother as Poppy's cock continued to grow between her legs. ‟I just couldn't help myself when I saw how much bigger he is than Caleb. So before he even woke up, I licked it all over and then took the tip in my mouth. He's so big I could only get a couple of inches inside before he woke up. He told me not to stop since he was really close and a few seconds later, his creamy cum filled my mouth and leaked out all over my face and down my front. He tasted so awesome.”

By this time, Poppy was quite deliberately pumping a finger in and out of Britt's cunt right in front of Amy. His grin told her he knew he could do whatever he wanted with the eight year old girl and she knew it as well.

‟Why don't you show your Mommy how you sucked me this morning?” Poppy suggested with a steady stream of precum dripping to the deck between his feet. ‟You get me so excited I'm almost ready to cum again with you just sitting in my lap.”

‟Can I Poppy?” the eight year exclaimed happily. ‟I was afraid I didn't do it right or you wanted to wait until some other time.”

‟You did great this morning and I'm sure the more times you suck my cock, the better you will get at it,” Poppy told Britt before leaning over and slowly plunging his tongue into her mouth before getting to his feet. ‟I'll stand right here in front of your Mommy so she has a really good look while you take my cock in your mouth.”

‟Are you going to also shoot more of that creamy stuff in my mouth?” Britt asked as she stood in front of him barely a foot away from Amy and took his cock in both her small hands, her mouth perfectly positioned to take Poppy's cock next. ‟I like the way it tastes and feels nice filling my mouth and going down my throat.”

‟Call your son over here, Amy,” her grandfather grinned wickedly as Britt began kissing and licking the head of his dick, ‟and explain to him how you are going to give his little sister some of your expert pointers for giving good blow jobs that he needs to learn too.”

Amy's face turned bright red, realizing how her grandfather was extending his control of her to her prepubescent kids. Nevertheless, she didn't hesitate to call Caleb and told him what she wanted him to watch with her.

‟Stand there between your Mommy's legs facing me and your sister,” Poppy told the nine year old boy with a wide grin. ‟That way you'll have a really good view of Britt sucking my cock, my cum filling her mouth and hear the advice your Mommy has for both of you about giving an excellent blow job now and in the future.”

Amy wrapped her arms around her son, holding him close while gently fondling his small cock and taut balls as Poppy turned his attention back to Britt. He leaned over to whisper something in the little girl's ear that made her giggle before standing straight up and nodding for her to begin.

Britt glanced at Amy with a smile then wrapped both of her hands around Poppy's hard dick and took the tip into her mouth. He let out a satisfied sigh while tenderly stroking the back of the eight year old's head and her shoulder length red hair.

‟Be careful with your teeth,” Amy murmured after a moment when she saw Poppy flinch slightly.

‟Speak up so we all can hear,” Poppy told Amy gruffly, his hips beginning to hump the little girl's face ‟How's your daughter going to learn to be as good a cock sucker as you if she can't hear your instructions? Tell her again.”

‟Be careful with your teeth, Britt,” Amy repeated, practically shouting, ‟cover them with your lips or else you'll hurt his cock.”

Ever so slowly, Poppy pushed his dick deeper into the eight year old's mouth. He had about half the length of his over six inch cock in her mouth the first time Britt gagged.

‟Breathe through your nose and bob your head up and down slowly on his cock,” Amy instructed her young daughter as she began gently jerking off her nine year old son. ‟Use your tongue, swirl it around the tip when he's almost out of your mouth, then take him as deep as you can in your mouth and throat.”

At that point, Amy stopped talking, afraid she would just confuse Britt with too much information at once. After all, giving a blow job was really a matter of feel as to what was working best. Besides, Poppy was beginning to tremble and moan loudly.

A moment later, he let out a loud grunt, grabbed Britt's hair in both hands and started humping the eight year old's face furiously. Britt gagged and sputtered, unable to keep all of Poppy's cum in her mouth as spurt after spurt gushed into the girl's mouth. Finally, Britt pulled away from his dick even as he pumped more of his sperm on to her face and chest.

When the last few drops dripped to the deck, Britt turned to her mother smiling brightly. She opened her mouth to show Amy the sticky warm sperm coating her tongue as even more oozed down to her chin from the corners of her mouth.

‟Now swallow it, baby, all of it,” Amy told her daughter softly, her own pussy throbbing seeing how thrilled the eight year old was about giving Poppy a good blow job. ‟Always swallow any cum filling your mouth unless you share it with someone with a kiss...every good cock sucker always does that.”

Poppy flopped into a nearby chair with a wide grin on his face, his deflated dick glistening with Britt's spittle and some of his spent sperm. After a moment, he called Caleb over, telling the nine year old boy to kneel between his legs and lick his cock and balls clean.

Caleb gave Amy a startled look when Poppy made that demand. She smiled weakly, kissed her son on the cheek and told him to do whatever Poppy wanted. She hated herself for so readily submitting to her grandfather's demands, especially those involving her kids. At the same time, she was tremendously aroused, her pussy steadily twitching and dripping, watching her nine year old son hungrily lick her grandfather's cock and balls.

•••••

Amy and her grandfather spent the remainder of the morning sorting through the pictures of Britt and Caleb. Poppy set aside the ones he might distribute to his customers and made a list of others he still wanted to take. As they worked, he explained his system to Amy.

‟Still photographs are grouped in sets of twenty, usually starting with the kid clothed then continuing until he or she is totally naked. The second set of a particular model is much more explicit, featuring the model fingering all their holes and the boys jerking off. The customers know that up front and bid accordingly. Sometimes I'll make a video in advance of any requests by the customers, usually five minutes or less following the format of the still images. For those, the customers pay by the minute, depending on the length.”

‟So what do you have in mind for me and the kids?” Amy asked meekly, almost afraid to find out how depraved her grandfather intended to be with her eight year old daughter and nine year old son.

‟Actually, that is a very good question,” Poppy smiled wickedly as he turned to her and pushed her legs apart. ‟Initially at least, I intend to follow my normal practices with a series of images of each of the kids individually. After that, I think there will be a series  of sets...the two of them playing with each other...you playing with them, alone and together...each of them jerking and sucking Charlie...for starters. There's hundreds or even thousands of possible images right there, especially if I pull the stills from videos.”

‟You can do that?” Amy asked, the magnitude of the potential perversity dawning on her.

‟Oh yeah, quite easily actually,” Poppy laughed while idly fondling his dangling balls. ‟The quality isn't as good as the still images but that hardly matters to the perverts jerking off as they flip through the pictures.”

Amy felt yet another twitch deep in her cunt, picturing in her mind some fat old man jerking off his flabby cock and spewing cum on his belly looking at pictures of her naked daughter fingering her smooth tight pussy. Poppy apparently noticed a drop of her juices ooze on to her thigh.

‟Keep your legs spread wide open all the time from now on,” he grinned, pushing her knees wide apart with both hands. ‟I want to always be able to see your cunt whenever we are in the same room...and tell your darling daughter to do the same so I can always see her tight smooth pussy too.”

‟Yes sir,” Amy answered with a wan smile, her cunt twitching again as another drop of her pussy juices seeped down her right thigh. ‟Is there anything else you need me to do right now?”

‟Yeah, call the kids in here,” Poppy grinned while taking his half hard dick into his hand, ‟I want Caleb to suck my cock while I watch you and your daughter finger fuck yourselves before I make lunch.”

Amy's pussy juices steadily dripped from her cunt to trickle down the insides of her thighs as she obediently went to bring her young kids to her grandfather. Seeing Caleb take Poppy's cock in his mouth was certainly arousing but she found herself even more turned on thinking about openly masturbating alongside her eight year old daughter in front of him. She was slowly sinking to yet another level of depravity, taking her prepubescent kids with her, yet she was eagerly looking forward to whatever came next, no matter how perverse or degrading.

•••••

‟Queenie will be here shortly after lunch,” Poppy told them at breakfast a couple of days later with a devilish grin. ‟You're going to get a chance to see how a woman completely enjoys all that Charlie has to offer.”

‟Who's Queenie,” Britt asked, a few bits of scrambled egg dropping from her mouth, ‟and what does she do with Charlie?”

‟She's one of my best customers who also greatly appreciates the joys of Charlie's thick cock, inflated knot and hot cum enough to visit every other Friday afternoon at 2:00,” Poppy grinned, giving the eight year old's flat right nipple a tender pinch. ‟She's also really excited about seeing you three in person and told me she'll be glad to tell you all about the exquisite pleasures of sucking and fucking well trained animals.”

Later that morning, Britt was sitting on Poppy's lap on the swing on the porch with his finger gently stretching her cunt entry. Amy and Caleb watched, fondling themselves the way he told them to when they saw a black SUV approaching later that afternoon.

‟Ah, there she is, right on time,” Poppy exclaimed, taking his finger out of the eight year old's cunt and getting to his feet. ‟Stand up so she can get a good look at all three of you.”

The black SUV with heavily tinted windows pulled to a stop right in front of the house. A muscular black man jumped out from behind the wheel to open the back door without looking toward the house, then closed it and looked back toward the road as a statuesque black woman with a shaved head exited the car and grinned happily.

Charlie took off at a dead run when he saw her, jumping up and sniffing at her crotch. The woman dropped to one knee, letting Charlie slobber on her face before surprising Amy by lashing her tongue with the dog's in a wet sloppy kiss.

As she rose and stepped closer to the house after Poppy commanded Charlie to sit off to one side, Amy saw the designer jeans and blouse the woman was wearing in an obvious attempt of a well to do city dweller looking to fit in a rural area. Poppy grinned and waited until the woman came up the steps before throwing his arms open wide and giving her a warm tight hug then turning to introduce Amy and the kids.

Close up, Amy realized the woman was gorgeous, standing at least six feet tall with large rounded tits topped with dark brown nipples pressing out against her practically see through white blouse, unencumbered with a bra.

Queenie smiled brightly as Poppy introduced first Amy as his granddaughter and then Caleb and Britt in turn as Amy's kids. Queenie gave Amy a brief hug before dropping  to a knee to look the kids in the eye.

‟They are even more beautiful than the pictures,” she murmured in a thick southern accent, extending a hand to brush her fingers over Caleb's cock and Britt's smooth hairless pussy.

‟Now, now, you know the rules,” Poppy scolded Queenie gently, taking her elbow to have her stand up, ‟you can look all you want but no touching. You are only contracted for Charlie...today.”

‟Had I realized how beautiful they are, all three of them,” she said softly, smiling at Amy, ‟I would have made other...er...arrangements with you for today and probably would have come earlier in the day too.”

‟You will have other chances, my dear,” Poppy grinned, crooking his elbow so she could hook her arm in it and led Queenie into the house. ‟Now, I'm sure you need a cold drink and a few minutes to prepare yourself for the fun for which you came....and will cum repeatedly before the afternoon is over.”

‟Oh, you are such a filthy man,” Queenie laughed, giving his shoulder a gentle punch, ‟and know just how to get my blood...and other bodily fluids...flowing.”

‟Well I have a special treat for you today,” Poppy told her, brushing his hand over her ample ass, ‟the kids will get Charlie ready for you. You can get all hot and bothered watching them stroke and suck him until his precum splashes on their tongues and faces and hands and his knot is fully inflated, ready to stretch your sweet cunt the way I know you like so much.”

‟Mmmm, such a delightfully filthy man,” Queenie cooed, giving Poppy's cock a hard squeeze.

Amy watched them disappear into the house, followed by Charlie and her two kids. Poppy had all but told the woman she could play with Britt and Caleb sometime in the future, presumably for a very substantial sum.

She knew she should be angry and appalled that her grandfather was offering her kids to strangers for sex for money. She just couldn't get past her throbbing pussy as she pictured Queenie's face buried in her eight year old daughter's pussy or sucking her nine year old son's three inch cock. Queenie, or any other of Poppy's customers he got to pay to fuck her or her kids kids, were just the newer parts of the Everything she now wholeheartedly embraced.

Poppy was petting Charlie's head while talking to the kids when Amy walked into the kitchen, with Queenie nowhere in sight. Her grandfather motioned for her to join them, sitting with her legs spread wide the way he now required while he stood in front of the kitchen counter.

‟Queenie will be back in a moment and I want to be sure you all know what you are to do when she gets here,” Poppy told them, motioning with his hands for Britt to open her knees even more where she sat next to her mother. ‟Caleb and Britt will stroke and suck Charlie hard in front of Queenie, taking your time so she can finger herself to at least one climax. Then. Charlie will lick, mount and knot her, fucking her full of his cum for as long as he can the first time.”

‟The first time?” Amy asked while pulling the bar in her left nipple.

‟She always fucks him twice. Usually she sucks him hard again herself but today she wants to watch the kids do it,” Poppy continued, glancing toward the bathroom to see if Queenie was returning. ‟In return, she will tell you whatever you want to  know about fucking a dog and answer any of your questions.”

That hardly seemed like a fair deal to Amy but before she could question Poppy further, Queenie came walking back into the room completely naked. Amy gasped seeing the woman's completely exposed meaty pussy lips, her pussy shaved as smooth as her head.

Charlie ran over to Queen, pressing his muzzle between her legs to lap at her smooth pussy lips. She dropped to one knee again and this time Amy had no doubt the gorgeous woman lashed her tongue with the dog's inside and outside of her mouth. Poppy walked over to Queenie and the dog, grinning happily as he looked down at them.

‟The kids are ready and waiting to get Charlie's cock and knot ready for your cunt,” he told Queenie before pulling Charlie away from her, ‟Go sit and watch them stroke and suck him for you.”

Queenie smiled and went to a chair opposite Amy while Poppy took the dog to the center of the mat where Britt and Caleb were waiting. With a word from Poppy, Charlie rolled on to his back and the kids took the cock that was half way out of his fury sheath their hands.

When Queenie sat down, she spread her legs far enough the pink inner flesh of her cunt peeked out between the dark meaty lips of her pussy. She glanced at Amy and noticed the hardware in her nipples and clit hood.

‟Didn't that hurt,” she asked, unconsciously licking her lips as she focused on Amy's hairy cunt, ‟getting your nipples and clit pierced, I mean?”

‟The nipples hurt like hell for almost a month,” Amy smiled, pulling on the bar in her right nipple, ‟but it was worth it. I can cum most times someone just plays with or sucks my nipples. The other one is in the hood, not the clit itself. Surprisingly, that didn't hurt much at all after the initial pinch.”

‟I just can't make myself even try,” Queenie admitted, moving to sit next to Amy and fingering the bar in her left nipple without even asking. ‟My ears were done when I was really little but just the thought of sticking something through my nipple or clit sends shivers down my spine.”

Amy shuddered as Queenie kept fondling the silver bar, her cunt twitching and a drop or two of her pussy juices seeping on to the seat of the chair. Queenie must have known the effect she was having on Amy. She continued gently pulling and twisting the bar while smiling devilishly.

‟I understand you want to know more about fucking Charlie,” Queenie murmured, her own nipples stiffening as she watched Amy begin to squirm. ‟Have you tried taking his cock yet?”

‟I only sucked him off once so far and he licked me to an amazing orgasm,” Amy murmured, closing her eyes as a climax started to grow deep in her cunt. ‟I wanted to wait to see you fuck him first and find out anything you want to tell me about taking a dog's cock and knot.”

‟Trust me, it will be one of the best fucks of your life,” Queenie whispered in Amy's ear as she reached down to drag a finger through Amy's warm wet pussy slit again without asking, ‟unlike anything any man can do with his cock or a woman with a strap-on, no matter how large.”

Just as Queenie began to probe the entry to Amy's cunt, Poppy came over to tell her the dog was ready to go. He just grinned at Amy when Queenie pulled her hands from between his granddaughter's legs and sniffed one of her fingers.

‟We'll continue our...um...conversation after my first fuck of the afternoon,” Queenie smiled at Amy then turned to walk to the center of the mat. ‟I'm positive your grandfather's ‟no touching” dictate applies only to your luscious kids...today.”

Amy looked over to see her son and daughter on either side of Charlie, each with one hand on the dog's collar and the other on his huge angry looking cock that steadily dripped precum to the mat. Queenie squatted down in front of the dog with her knees spread wide and her pussy completely exposed, again exchanging a tongue lashing kiss with the animal. Then she spun around, kneeling on all fours with her ass in the air and her head on the mat.

‟Lick,” Poppy promptly called out loudly.

Charlie leapt forward, burying his muzzle between Queenie's legs to hungrily lick her from her asshole to her clit. Her back arched and she let out a low groan that built to a loud howl as her first orgasm grew in her cunt.

When she shrieked she was starting to cum, Poppy commanded Charlie to mount, directing Britt to reach under the dog and guide his dripping cock into Queenie's gaping cunt. Charlie wrapped his forelegs around Queenie's body, his dew claws digging into the soft flesh of her tits. As soon as the head of his cock breached her cunt entry, Charlie shoved all seven inches of his thick dick into her.

The dog started humping Queenie harder and faster, his hairy balls slapping against her clit and his fully enlarged knot pushing against her entry hole. Her entire body quivered as she screamed over and over that she was cumming, making no distinction between her climaxes. Then she let out the loudest howl of the afternoon as Amy watched the baseball sized knot at the base of the dog's shaft vanish inside Queenie's cunt.

‟Watch what happens next,” Poppy told Amy, his throbbing cock pressing against her back.

Charlie stopped the frenetic humping of Queenie's cunt, flipped his right leg over her and stood with his ass pressed against hers facing away from her. Queenie howled and screamed, her trembling growing more intense as one orgasm after another crashed through her body in seemingly unending waves.

‟Charlie's breeding her now, except she can't get pregnant from dog sperm, of course,” Poppy said with an excited gleam in his eye. ‟He'll pump spurt after spurt of his hot cum into her cunt for at least the next seven or eight minutes. The knot keeps it from leaking out of her so the cum will completely fill her cunt then push out against other organs until he's done. Meanwhile, she's either having one seven or eight minute long orgasm or a series of one after another so close to each other that there's no real difference. She'll even keep cumming for a minute or so after Charlie pulls his dick out of her.”

Amy looked closer seeing Queenie's stomach begin to extend while she continued shrieking her ongoing pleasure. She glanced over to see Britt and Caleb kneeling on the mat watching Queenie and the dog intensely, their eyes like saucers.

She began pulling and twisting the ring in her clit hood with one hand and the bar through her left nipple with the other when Poppy moved to stand next to her. She took his cock into her mouth while keeping her eyes locked on Queenie and the dog.

Amy was wiping her grandfather's spent cum from her lips and cheeks with the back of her hand when Charlie simply stepped away from Queenie, pulled his cock and knot out of her cunt and walked away to lay in a corner to lick his cock and balls clean.

Just like Poppy predicted, Queenie continued quivering and cumming for almost another full minute before collapsing in a heap on the mat. After a few moments, she raised her head, smiling brightly.

‟How long before he's able to fuck me again?” she asked Poppy as she rolled on to her back with a veritable river of watery dog cum leaking from her cunt.

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