Date: Fri, 06 Jul 2018 14:10:14 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: PA, GRUB AND ME PART FIVE PA GRUB AND ME PA GRUB AND ME PART FIVE © Van T Z Boi 2018 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Four I lay there with Grub's cock inside me I was happy but I still lusted and wanted Red's huge cock and I mewled for him, "Fuck me Red, please fuck me with your big ole pecker," I cried out over and over but then I felt the familiar touch of Pa's thick cockhead at my back. "Careful now young Dunker `cos we don't want to split him open," I heard my Pa say and then I felt my pussy lips being pushed open wide, wide open, split open like when Red did me. "Red," I screamed. Part Five. I sobbed and yelped as I felt my boypussy being stretched, stretched yes! but in the way I wanted. I felt the squelching squidginess as Pa's pecker forced its way inside, my boylips elastically opening to allow the fat fucker entrance. The pain was wonderful and torturous, but torture was what I wanted, needed. I felt the moistness glide from his cockslit as it was squashed against Grub's fuckshaft, the gooey texture thrilling me as it dribbled down and round Grub's swelling tube to leak alongside my squashed boysac, the empty wrinkled skin soaking up the honey dew of Pa's precum. I yelped and squealed like the stuck pig I was only I was not a'going off to slaughter, I was gonna be double fucked to heaven and back. The weight of Pa's body atop me and the plush taut texture of Grub's body beneath me was a new sensation, a wonderful joy that flowed through me, painfully but exhaustingly delicious in my mental state. I knew it was not Red, the combined fuck scents of Pa and Grub were different but that amazing stretched to buggery was beyond delirium for me. I squirmed making the two rubbing dicks rasp against my sensitive lips, the waves of jolting flashes rushed inside me, my inner boybud swelled and pulsed. "Gosh Mr Harker, this feels just so awesome," Grub grunted close to me ear. I twisted my head, he was looking direct at Pa who was balanced above me and the I saw Pa's head drop down and the smacking `mmmpphhh' as he swallowed Grub's mouth with his. I love my Pa's sloppy kisses, they are just so warm and wet and loving and when that fat ol' tongue of his slips past your lips and rasps your teeth and cheeks its' just amazing. I smiled happily as I watched my Grub being kissloved by Pa and he was so into it. He twitched and trembled as Pa's hot mouth went to work and I felt the effects as Grub's dick jerked and joggled inside me. I closed my eyes as the sparkling lights flared when both their dickheads made contact with my bud. Grub's swollen teenbulb beating away at a different pulse to Pa's and Pa's fat helmet squidging and battering my budding bud. The two shafts also moved, Grub's quick and shaky whilst Pa's was forceful and steady. My boynub tingled and itched as the two helmets battled each other to batter me and I squidged and squirmed helping them along. Red was still there, the memory of the depth of that long fuckroot of his stirred further along inside me. Pa and Grub jointly might be a just about comparison for width and thickness but they had nothing on his monster length but my pussylip nerves were revelling as they continued to be stretched and stroked, not so much like Red now as the two shafts worked independently and I squealed and mewled as happy as a pig in rut. Pa was a`shoving at me, his weight heavy and hefty, he was stretching himself to continue his tonguing of Grub's mouth and both of us reaped the benefits. Squashed as I was, I could breathe and I swallowed air as much as possible, inhaling the musky perfume of two heated and horny males in the deepest hunky musk. My two favourite fucks together made a perfume that I swallowed and breathed in in the happiest of states. What could top that but one of my bestest orgasms. It came soon, I felt the itching tingle warm up, I knew what was happening and Pa who knew my body too caught on. "Fuck him young feller,' he grunted as he too jerked and deepened his thrusts, "the boy is on his way to heaven, flap your pecker wings with me to get him there." Grub did that, he grasped Pa's arms for leverage, Pa's hands were hard down on the mattress, he was giving me space to work the magic and I was able to twist and wriggle to my satisfaction and what a satisfaction. The brilliant lights starred inside my head and rattled the edges of my brains. Colours mixed and flowed and hues I could not put a name to spun across my eyes and inside my mind. The warmth inside my fuckhole became a flow of molten lava as that special tingle grew and grew, the waves of pleasure wafted and blew hotter and hotter as the tingle took over my small frame and sent me soaring as high as I had ever been. The nerves around my pussylips jolted and shocked with electrical intensity as the ever flowing lava heat from my boybud exploded again and again. I screamed, I yelped, I moaned as each intense wave of boyjoy blasted through me and my body shuddered and shook as the burning flames of dry climax flared and fountained in exquisite absolute delirious delirium for me. Pa and Grub worked their roots, I was aware of their motions, they were necessary for me to attain the delight. Grub grunted and muttered as his own bulbous helmet was squished and squashed by my vibrating membrane and Pa's throbber. His balls bulged and swelled as his seeds made ready, they rubbed against Pa's danglers as his own pulsed with hot desire. "You'm got a good fucker there my boy," Pa growled into my ear as he tensed and gave my pussy one final impaling lunge. I screamed as the exquisite pain shot upwards and jerked as another wave of boyjoy followed the lunge. I could hear Grub gritting his teeth as his dick bloated and shook inside me and then as my special white heats sparkled and rained down, the two dicks inside me exploded and their hot seeding strings were a cooling draft to my pleasure. We held each other, they stayed put, their individual pricks glooping and blotting as my boypussy drained their roots and their bulbs. I was in a white heat of delight; their dicks continued to stay engorged and hard and continued to rub just enough to keep the glow of joy gleaming. I nuzzled Grub's teats, suckling at the hard pointed nubs and feeling Grub's heartbeat, the quick drumming rhythm slowing and quieting as mine slackened. Pa's chest against my back also sounded his relaxing passion and he breathed heavily across the top of my head. "We dun `im good, Dunker lad," he wheezed and then I felt his weight lessen, "should hold `im for a while. Best get some sleep, cos this fucking night ain't over. Not if I know my boy." His words consoled me and I sighed as a sudden and unexpected wave of tiredness rolled down and through my exhausted body and mind. I was sated, for the time being and as the Red lusts sagged and floated away on the sea of past pleasure, the exhaustion sailed me gently into the heady arms of Orpheus. I drifted off in the arms of those I loved but as I sank into oblivion I mumbled "Red," I recall seeing his fat cock in my head even as my sleepy eyes closed. I don't know how long I slept but I woke up screaming and shaking. "Red, Red do me agin, shove that long pecker o'yorn in me and do it quick." I was consciously dreaming, dreaming and reliving the awesomeness of Red's lovin and that awesome boyfuckingpecker. "Red," I shrieked and then felt the hands touch me. "S'okay boy, s'okay, wer'e here," Pa's voice slurred with interrupted sleep but his hands stroking me made me feel safer, but it was pecker I wanted, hot and hard and pecking big. I was still trapped between them, my special loving dicks and I tensed as the fuckmere faded, the throbbing intense dream of Red's plunging probe misting away but the tightness between my legs bore witness I was still impaled on dick. Grub twitched and shook and I felt the wave of his hand as he rubbed his eyes. "Huck, oh, urghh," he sleepily bleated, "Oh Mr Harker," he jerked awake and then also tensed as memory and the fact I was making my muscles squidge his pecker brought him out of his slumber and wide awake. "Huck you okay?" his voice was smooth and comforting. "Pussy want's fucking," Pa never was one to waste words. "Fuck I'm tired, here change over, I'll get on my back." I grumbled as Grub's dick slid out, the empty feeling was hard to bear but I allowed myself to be manhandled. Pa and Grub lifted me up and I sighed as Pa's fat dick pierced me, the shredded nerves around my fuckhole immediately coming to life. I lay on my back my legs wide open, my peckerlet pointing hard and straight along my tummy. I could feel Pa's flat stomach nesting underneath me and then Pa's dick swelled inside me, that tingling jolt as his meatyhead made contact with my swollen boybud giving me a rapid pleasurable stroke which repeated as his dick pulsed. I lay quiet and quivering as the familiar waves rolled over me, my passion growing and rising. Grub knelt between our open legs, his eyes fascinated as he watched Pa's thick shaft sliding back and forth. He'd never really seen me being fucked, he wasn't close enough that afternoon when Red and the others ganged me but here he bent so close, his nose almost in my boypussy as he became engrossed with the sight of Pa's mighty meat swelling in and out of my fuckhole. "What' in tarnation you waiting fer boi," Pa grunted, "get that boifucker o'yourne in here, pronto, boi." Sighing softly, enjoying the waves of exciting joy as Pa dickfucked me I watched as Grub rubbed his long shaft, his fingers oiling his teenjuice down from his fat helmet and along his fucker. I moaned mewling as I sensed the moistness touch my pussylips and then groaned as he eased his dick, squashing it alongside Pa's, my lips were once again `Red' stretched and I sobbed as the familiar torturous pain swelled, the agony desire running sharply inside me and torturously making me want more. Grub took over the pace, Pa quietlike lying underneath me as my darlin' Grub's pussypounder engorged and bloated inside my fuckmaw. The rocking jolts of pleasure as his helmet met Pa's and together they scraped against my boynub was exquisite, the sparkling lights flaring like sparks from a log sent me soaring above that sexplateau I loved so much. Pa's finger's skittered along my stomach until he found my cocklet. "Lie still boi," he commanded Grub, I could see the mystified look in his face and wondered myself what was about to happen. "Still and learn boi," he added, "I trained this one special like." I held my breath waiting and then his fingers working between Grub's pressing body and my throbbing boytool slithered along my shaft. His fingers closed around the ridge of my helmet, a'squeezing and a'stroking the sensitive nerve endings. I squealed and jerked my body as the itching tingle was irritated in the best possible way. My reward came as the two dickheads inside me rubbed against my passion point. Pa repeated and continued the caressing and I continued to get the reward. Quickly I caught on and now it was my turn to determine the pace. Held tight between the two of them, impaled as I was I still could move and boy did I move. My little body swivelled and rotated and trembled and juddered as each different motion brought me pleasure both inside and out and I could tell from Pa and Grub's sighs and mewls that they were also relishing the ride. I fucked them both, my head full of images of Red's hard ten incher and the way it had made me feel caused me to repeat much of those feelings and sensations as the two wide peckers inside me brought the effect of a treetrunk of a dick squelching inside my hot hole. I moved my body and worked my muscles, compressing and relaxing them around the swilling cockheads; I swear I could almost feel the drools of their juices oozing from their slits as I worked their shafts, drawing their lubricating oils up from the hidden glands in their groins. My own sighs and mewls drowned theirs as I sought the release of boyjoy. Vibrating between their bodies, Pa's fingers simply held around my cocklet as I worked my dicklet between the frozen in place digits gave me pleasure unbounded and their two peckerheads bleeding away inside me, cooling my nub with their dew as my actions brought the release closer and closer. Almost bucking now I rammed down hard on their combined dicks, screaming as my pussy lips were stretched tighter than ever, the agonised pain only fanning the flames of my heat, Sobbing and crying I shifted and twisted and writhed and then humping my hips I brought myself to orgasm. The resulting volcano of boyjoy exploding throughout my being as the waves of exciting excitement tingled and wrangled inside my mind and body. Panting and gasping I threw myself through the climax, managing to catch another hot short joy right at the end. Pa grunted heavily as I bucked my backside against him, my muscles squeezing the two prickhearts with orgasmic pressure, Grub now squealing as his own pleasure became torturous delight. I rattled and battled, riding the waves of unbelievable delight, taking every inch of pleasure I could before the white light dimmed and the ebbs of joy subsided and eased. "Fuck," whispered Grub, a teary glint in his eye as he looked down at me and then onto Pa's face. "Tole you I taught `im good," Pa boasted, "best little fuck in the county, prob'ly the entire state," he wheezed as a final shiver made me squeeze again. I recalled my first lesson; I had arrived home from Ma Rudd's place. She took in the you'uns afore schooling began. Ma Rudd dropped us all off in her flatbed wagon, I used to love bouncing about on the flatboards, there was not much suspension in those old wagons and every stone or rut would make the boards jump. I was last in the run, Pa's place being out the long way from town. Usually my Ma would be standing at the door but today there was no sign. "Yo're mammy away Huck?" Ma Rudd had looked at me, she was tired after looking after the brood and my Ma usually had a pot of tea ready. The two of them would sip the pot putting the world to rights and swapping bits of gossip afore Ma Rudd climbed aboard her wagon to ride home. A few times Ma had been pulled away by Pa to help him with the smallholding but the kettle would have been left on the hob and Ma Rudd would make the tea and wait, my ma would then arrive rubbing the dirt from her arms and clothes and gratefully sip the tea and the talk. "I done know Mammy Rudd," I replied sitting on the edge of the wagon ready to be either helped off or just jump down, I was getting bigger so jumping held no concerns for me. Ma Rudd climbed down from the wagon, leaving me to my own devices and tried the door. It opened and she stepped inside. I followed on in the hope there might be a biscuit or better yet a bit of cake. The place was deserted but the kettle sat singing on the range, steam gently misting from the spout, the teapot was warming on the side of the range. All seemed normal to me. I checked eagerly but there were no biscuits or cake. "Offn' you go boy," Ma Rudd nudged me and I scampered away to play. I knew enough not to go out of the range of her eyes and shortly afterward she appeared at the door, a puzzled look on her face but in her clumpy hand she held her mug and sipped it slowly. "You sure yo're mammy never said nutin' about having to go sumwher'?" Ma Rudd quizzed me as I splashed my hand in the water trough, it was a hot day and the droplets of water hanging in the air felt cool. "Naw Mammy Rudd," I replied and returned to smacking the water sending more of the splashes into the air. Ma Rudd settled herself on the porch rocker and kept to sipping her tea and checking around as I splashed and dunked my head in the trough. We heard the sound of Pa together, his voice slurringly sininging sounded from the east, Ma Rudd jumped up and looking at me tole me to `stay where you are boy,' and she took of in the direction of Pa's voice. I stared looking where she had gone. I heard Pa's out of tune singing break as he caught sight of her. "Why Mammy Ruidd, what you doing out here?" his voice rose above the bushes and trees. I did not hear what Ma Rudd said in reply but there followed the rushing noise of someone crashing through the leaves. Pa appeared and ran right past me and into the shack. Ma Rudd stood beside me and held me tight by the shoulder. I stood there a'gawping and a'wondering what was going on. Pa appeared, his red face ablaze with an angrier hue. "She's gone Ma Rudd, she's dun gone," Pa beat his fist into the palm of his other hand repeatedly. "What about yer boy Josh?" I don't know if Ma Rudd was trying to make him check his words as I was standing there or whether she wanted to just hand me over and be on her way. Even that young I knew Pa's temper was always a danger to be avoided. I clung to Ma Rudd's skirts, safety always lay hidden in a women's skirts when yore young. Pa stamped his feet on the grown and started forward, I shrank back full of all the fears. Ma Rudd whirled her skirt around me, I caught the acrid stench of her body as her petticoats plumed in the air, it caught in my throat and I choked. Piss and shit and a sourness I could not identify scraped my throat. "Keep a care Josh Harker, the boy, yo're boy Huck, he's gonna need caring." Ma Rudd's voice was a flat and as threatening as a buffalo in heat. Pa checked his rush. He rubbed his hand over his head, "Okay," he said thickly and I felt the tension lessen somewhat. I sensed Ma Rudd's tight hold on me relax and I breathed easier. "What's dun is dun Josh, you'n know yerself she always had a the flight of fancy, that's what attracted her to you in the first place, but," she stroked my head, "she was never one for chill'en," she looked at Pa direct, "you'm ever wondered why there was just the one, girl that young should have produced a sprog of young'uns and let me remind you Josh, you damn well know what a pecker is used fer." I wondered what she was talking about but Pa went blush red not angry red in the face. "Never put a mind to it Mammy Rudd," he was clenching and unclenching his fists as he spoke. "Just thought we woz lucky in tha' respect," he appeared to be thinking. "I gotta be on my way," Ma Rudd pushed me towards my Pa, "I'll pick Huck up same as usual termorrow," she spun around and headed towards her wagon. I stood by Pa, his hand on my shoulder, his bad whiskey aroma wafted down, souring my nostrils. We watched as the wagon rolled away, the dust misting and clouding his as she disappeared from sight. I could still hear the creaking of its wheels as Pa pushed me towards the shack. Inside I sat at the bare table, Pa searched the cupboards and came back with the remainder of yesterday's bread and we munched the dry crusts, chewing hard to get the bread soft enough with our own saliva. "Yor'e mammy's gone son," Pa looked at me with focused eyes, "just us two now, best not make too much of it, gonna just have to get used to t`fact." Pa made us some tea, it was hot and unsweetened and there was no milk. "Left her the last of the wages," he muttered to himself, "now I know why there's hardly been much to eat the last couple of weeks. She's a'been a'planning this." I sipped and grimaced as I drank the dark tea. Pa stamped his foot hard, the shack rattled and I sank down low over my mug; that fear came rushing back. He looked at me, "and left me with the boy," he slapped his hand against the wall, the shack shook even more. I cowered over my mug, the scrap of bread gone and the empty feeling in my belly changed from hunger to fright. "Come on," he looked at me and reluctantly I rose from the table and followed him. Pa strode though the scrub at the back of the shack, I hurried alongside taking three steps to his one, he was taking his anger out on his feet then. My fear lessened and we stopped by the patch where we grew the few vegetables. A half furrow was dug in the crusted earth, Pa strode to the spade lying by the side of the furrow, I could see the flattened places where he had been planting his foot to spade the ground. "Grab the bag boy," he pointed at a sack that lay at the end of the dug out trough. I latched on quick and picking up the bag, discovered the small seed potatoes and set to planting them where pa had prepared the ground. I worked quietly and quickly, keeping out of Pa's arm length, he continued to finish digging the trough muttering and talking to himself, throwing his anger into the hard packed earth. He reached the edge of the patch and walked back past me to cover the potatoes I had partly pushed into the softer earth. He piled the earth up and finally caught up with me. We stood by the long barrow we had done, his hand was on my shoulder and I could smell his aroma, the sweet sweat tainted with the leaving of the whiskey that often hung around him. "We done good Huck," he patted me on the back and we walked to the stream where I carried a small tin of water whilst he carried a bucket, we made several trips to water the newly sown potatoes and the greens and tomatoes that were already sprouting in the patch. "This'm gonna be yo're job, see to the patch now yo're ma is gone," he patted me again and I stared glumly at the ragged growth wondering how I was going to manage. We walked back to the shack we called home. Inside I finished my cold tea, I needed liquid and he set the fire going in the range and placed the kettle on the hob. "All we got is tea fer now," Pa stretched his back, his hands on his hips, "till I get me some money." The sound of approaching footsteps crossed the rickety bridge that Pa had fixed across the stream brought us both to the alert, the tiredness of planting dissipating as curiosity and worry replaced it. "Mr Harker, Josh Harker," the familiar voice of Ma Dunker's voice floated across the air and she hove into view from the direction of the bridge. She was carrying a heavy basket which she set down and stared at us. "Mammy Rudd, stopped by on her way home, tole' us Mrs Harker was gone n'left ya wi'out vittels." She paused to wipe her brow, where her sweat sheen glinted in the evening sun. "I dun brought some bits n pieces; help you through till you get sorted. The boy can eat wi' us, if y'm haven to work away. Pa Dunker says there's range work at some of the ranches but y'might effen to stay in t'bunkhouses, temprily." She picked up the heavy basket and stepped forward but Pa was quicker "Thank you rightly," Pa smiled, "you'm Mr Dunker always been good neighbours," he hefted the bag from her and weighed it looking carefully at her, the bag even hung heavy in Pa's hand. "I'll pay yer back iffen course," Pa shook her hand and nodded at me, I stepped forward and too shook her hand. "Thank you Mrs Dunker," I smiled but my eyes and my stomach were on the bag. Once she was gone we headed back inside the shack and emptied the bag. A bag of flour, coffee beans, cocoa, tins of beans and right in the top a pie, still warm from the oven. Pa put the pie back in the range and opened one of the tins of been, the smell was intoxicating and both our stomach rumbled. We ate liked Kings, keeping half of the pie for the next day but we finished the entire tin of beans. Pa brewed himself some coffee and I was granted a mug of cocoa, there was even a small billy of milk. Pa eked it out. "Need some fer tomorrow," he stated and I didn't argue. I did not notice that Pa had emptied some of his whiskey into his tea and whilst I washed up after the meal I did not see him neck the bottle either. I heard him muttering and crying and complaining about `ma being gone and done him wrong' but I was still in a bit of shock about that so his grumbling spent over my head. After I was done he called me over and I was brought up to sit on his lap. "We need to get things right boy," he nuzzled against me, the whiskey reeked out of him and made my head swim. "Yo're Ma I gone now Huck and yo're big enough now to take on sum o'her duties." He kissed my cheeks, "and I'm gonna teach you how to take care o'yo're deserted Pa." He clasped me tight and then stood up, holding me against him he headed for the brass bedstead. I was laid on the tartan coverpane looking curiously up at him. He leaned down and undid my ragged and patched dungarees that was all I was wearing, no shirt, no socks, no shoes and no underthings, just the bleached worn cotton dungarees. Naked I lay on the bed as Pa undressed. I had seen him naked before, it was no big thing but I had never seen the big thing that now poked out from between his legs. Pa's pecker was long and fat, that I knew, I had seen it like that but now it was thick and fat but it stuck out, out and upwards, the gnarled fleshy wrinkles I knew had smoothed out and only partly covered the inner pink tip, only now it was more mauve and purpled, like a bruise than the pink pisser I knew. "Y'm a big boy now Huck," he wheezed, his whisky breath stealing over me, "time to learn `bout how to look after yo're Pa in a Big Boy way," his smile as he loomed over me was drunken and his eyes glazed but it was the pulsing thick pole that I could not take my eyes off, it hung in the air above me. I felt an inner tingle start up, a frightened tingle welling up inside me and I could not help myself from reaching out to touch the fleshy tube, the tip glistened and a dribble of liquid slowly started to fall from the slit. "Tha's my boy Huck," Pa's hand clasped over mine and he moved my arm so my hand moved up and down the sinewy shaft. I could feel the inner heat of the stiff yet spongy flesh. I saw the skin move as my hand was manipulated by Pa's hand. Up and down, up and down, the skin at the end slowly moving further down the engorging head, the dribble of clear liquid becoming a gush and despite my fear I was entranced. When Pa's hand let go I continued to stoke the manpole that was his pecker, making the smooth satiny skin move with ease and noticing how Pa reacted. "Your Pa loves you Huck an' I'm gonna show yer how to luv yo're Pa back," Pa's head bent lower. End of Part Five To Be Continued...??????????????????????????????????????? (Poor Huck after his fuckmere he is now reliving his first time with Pa or is it a memory too far, should I stop this now? Perhaps you've had enough of Huck's grubby story or do you want all the details? Right so you know the score then if you do want more and really want me to continue this story then you have to write and tell me or this could really be the `grubby' end. Don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html scroll down to V for Van T Z Boi ) . 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