Breakfast Sausage Ch 03

The Princess was in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. She had just gotten out of the bath and was tingling all over with the cozy rush of climbing into fresh, warm sheets from the cold castle floor. She could hear her parents, the King and Queen, lovingly exchanging their goodnights before blowing out their candles and turning in.

The Princess, a beautiful blonde of eighteen, closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to feel the love that her parents so clearly shared. How happy it would make her to spend even one night roaming the castle grounds with a handsome suitor, laughing together arm in arm, perhaps even sharing a kiss before they parted ways. She worried that perhaps she had gone without meeting such a man due to being on the more curvaceous side, but remembered how lovingly she'd seen her handsome father gaze upon his Queen, who was undeniably plump, yet still radiated beauty.

Just as she began drifting off to sleep, the Princess heard a loud crash and the scream of a guard in the stairwell just past her bedroom door. She shot up in bed and saw her door burst open. In the doorway stood a masked intruder: tall, lean and draped solely in a black tunic that barely reached past his hips. She was mortified to see his enormous penis dangling, unsheathed, in plain sight. Soft but shockingly thick, it hung heavily between his strong, hairy thighs. Much like his bare arms, it rippled with veins that seemed to pulse visibly. The Princess screamed and reflexively placed her hand between her legs.

The intruder stepped quietly to her bed and gagged her with a musky scarf, muffling her screams. He chuckled and set to work binding the Princess' arms and legs to the bed. She could almost taste the pungent funk of his oversized organ, the smell was so strong. It was clear that he hadn't bathed in weeks.

"Princess!" shouted the King down the hall. The Princess could make out the intruder's cruel grin through his mouthless mask.

The King ran into the bedroom and the intruder rushed the smaller man, grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him in the groin. The King collapsed in the fetal position and the intruder hogtied him, the King cursing him all the while.

The Queen hurried in and stooped to tend to her indisposed husband, wailing in dismay. The intruder grabbed her by the throat.

"Stop your crying," he said. "To the bed." His voice was so deep, the Princess could feel it vibrate in her sternum.

"You monster!" the King said, his voice cracking.

The intruder chuckled and led the reluctant queen over to her daughter's bed. The Princess looked on in horror.

The intruder pushed the plump Queen face down onto the Princess' little bed, her body hunched perpendicularly over her wriggling daughter's.

"Please, no!" said the Queen.

"Silence!" said the intruder.

"Unhand her!" said the King.

Apparently aroused by the vulgar display, the intruder's penis was now standing at attention and fully engorged. The Princess whimpered through the scarf, now wet with tears and saliva and stinging the corners of her mouth.

The intruder lifted the Queen's nightgown and whistled as he feasted his eyes upon her enormous posterior. His massive member swayed slightly near her exposed entrance and the Queen sniffled, fighting back tears. The Princess watched her mother's mountainous ass jiggle as she trembled in fear.

"I'll kill you," said the King. "Guards! Seize this man!"

"They're all dead," said the intruder.

The Princess screamed into her gag, her face red as a beet. She stared daggers at the intruder.

"Jealous, are you?" he said.

He climbed up on the bed, his beastly appendage swinging like a thick tree branch in the wind. The Princess turned away while keeping her eyes, wide with horror, fixed on his flesh weapon. It was as long and thick as her forearm. The animal stink of his horse cock flooded her mind, a sickly-sweet, pungent blend of sausage, sweat and male sex. It made her nauseous, yet her little mouth fell open with hunger.

The intruder gently stroked the Princess' blonde French braids and chuckled. He held her chin between his thick thumb and forefinger, meeting her petrified gaze, his monster mere inches from her face. The smell and sight of it wiped all awareness of the horrible scene around her from her mind.

"Give it a kiss," said the intruder.

The Princess' jaw raised and lowered wordlessly, her brain unable to formulate a reply.

The intruder then grabbed his girthy endowment midway up the stalk and guided it to her lips. The Princess kissed the apple-sized head, feeling its spongey hardness press against her moistening mouth.

"Now open up," said the intruder.

The Princess mindlessly opened her lips and he rammed his manhood inside, the head alone completely filling her little mouth. She moaned lazily, the taste of salty, sweat-glazed man meat silencing her rage. She ran her tongue underneath his shaft, struggling to accommodate a mere inch more of his fat prize.

"What a lovely little Princess," said the intruder.

"You devil," said the King. "You'll pay for this!"

"Hard to put a price on this young mouth," said the intruder.

He held her French braids in each hand and began fucking her face, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. He could barely fit half of his monster meat down the Princess' throat before her gag reflex kicked in, thick ropes of spit coating his cock and swinging down to her ample bosom.

"Please let her go," said the Queen.

"She likes it, I reckon," said the intruder. The Princess moaned dreamily as he smeared his slimy scepter across her pretty face.

"Take me instead," said the Queen. "I beg of you."

"Dear!" said the King.

The Princess looked at her mother, whose expression had shifted from fear to desire. Her gaze was fixed intensely on the intruder's dripping dick.

"If you insist," said the intruder. He bounded off the bed, his strong, spit-soaked erection bouncing with anticipation, and positioned himself behind the Queen. He looked over his shoulder at the King.

"She asked for this, you know," he said.

The Princess looked over at the King, whose face was nearly purple with rage. She noticed a small tent poking up in the crotch of his nightgown.

The intruder grabbed the Queen by her ample haunches and slid his massive manhood inside her.

"Oh GOD," she said. "You are a monster!"

The intruder let out a deep laugh, his voice even deeper and more reverberant than before. He began fucking the Queen harder with each steady stroke, his dick slowly making its way deeper into her audibly soaking pussy.

"She's awful tight, isn't she?" said the intruder to the cuckold King, writhing on the floor. The Queen winced and grimaced as her once-tiny cunt stretched to accommodate her new mate.

"So... fucking... fat!" said the Queen. "You're tearing me in half!"

The Princess watched her mother's expression grow more ecstatically vacant as the intruder sped up his pounding, her eyes rolling back in her head and her slack jaw letting out an unbroken, animal moan. The sound of their fucking grew wetter, squishier, like a thick, creamy pasta being stirred in a pot. The Princess felt her own orgasm stirring in her loins, a deep ache below her tummy that the intruder's python seemed to penetrate while tearing up her mother's insides.

"I'm gonna cum on that cock," said the Queen. "You're so deep! Fuck me, you big bastard!"

A powerful orgasm shot through the Princess as she watched her mother cum on the intruder's superior penis. Her father looked on in defeat as the intruder bucked his strong hips into his Queen's quaking backside, the wet slap of his heavy balls against her sensitive clit reverberating off the stone castle walls. The Princess felt her bottom and thighs soak with a mixture of her juices and her mother's, the two of them overtaken in unison by ecstasy.

"Haaaaaaa!" cried the Queen. The intruder smacked her big, pale bottom and continued to destroy her formerly-tight womanhood. Awestruck, the Princess watched her mother's giant, creamy ass cheeks ripple and wave in response to the powerful pounding. The little bed creaked under the weight of the two thick ladies and their barbaric stud, the wood sounding like it might crack at any moment.

"Yaaaaa haaaaa!" cried Tori.

Abby awoke from her dream to the all-too-familiar sound of her mother getting plowed down the hall. Immediately, she could feel that her top sheet was soaked with her juices. She groaned and looked at her phone: 3 AM. Jesus. Late, even for them.

Abby got out of bed and stripped the sheets. She balled them up and threw them into the hamper before leaving her room to pee and grab a fresh set.

Stepping out of her own bedroom, Abby noticed that her mother's door was ajar. Warm light spilled out into the hallway, as did the obvious sounds of Dan and Tori fucking. She went into the bathroom to pee, but the sound continued to penetrate into the hall and through the adjoining wall, much louder than she was used to.

Dan's pounding sounded slower but even more powerful than usual. And her mother's typical wails had lowered into a deep, cattle-like moan. There was something mournful to it and vaguely disturbing. Abby hastily wiped, flushed and made her way back into the hall.

She cautiously approached the door, trying to make as little sound as possible. She felt the floor creak under her weight and winced. The pounding continued. She figured they wouldn't notice if she just peeked in through the crack in the door.

Abby approached the aperture and was immediately blasted with the smell of her mother's bedroom: sweat, masculine musk and thoroughly-pounded pussy filled the air. She could taste the funk on her tongue and immediately got dizzy. To be safe, Abby crouched down, stabilized herself on her knees and looked inside. A thick haze of humidity filled the room.

On the bed, Abby's mother was on all fours with her back arched. She had runny mascara and some viscous combination of fluids laminating her face. Around her neck, she wore a leather collar with a silver, heart-shaped ring attached. Her blonde baby bangs were matted to her forehead with sweat, the curtains of her square bob thrown forward and back by Dan's rhythmic punishment.

Behind her, Dan had both hands on Tori's waist and was slamming his burly fuck stick into her pussy. Each thrust sent ripples through her rolls of fat, her ample ass undulating like waves of cream from her waist to Dan's pelvis. The lean stud's chest was shiny with sweat, but he showed no signs of stopping, his usual calm grin fixed across his face despite the violence of his jackhammer fucking. The smacks of skin on skin were so wet and forceful, Abby could practically feel drops of condensation on her face. She had never been so engrossed in anything, so disturbed and turned-on at once. She jammed her right hand down her tight pink shorts and feverishly worked her little rosebud.

Suddenly, Dan stopped. Abby kept her hand on her pussy, her body rigid with tension. Dan pulled his cock out of Abby's mother's cunt with an audible slurp and grabbed the ring on her collar. He pulled her smeary face up to his and began kissing her, ramming his tongue into her mouth while kneading her big belly. She looked exhausted, utterly wasted with pleasure, moaning as he licked her tongue. He then turned her around and pushed her by the throat onto her back before lifting both her ankles up to the sides of her head. Tori's fat rolls compressed into one another, her body a jiggling mound of pasty, doughy flesh. Her poor pussy was on full display. Abby winced. Her mother's cunt looked torn to ribbons, her labia red with soreness and her whole pelvic area soaked with her juices. The smell was overwhelming, even from across the room.

Dan jammed two fingers into Tori's sore pussy, underhanded, and began furiously fingering her g-spot. Tori shut her eyes and grimaced, her whole body tensing with anticipation for what was to come.

"Cum for me," said Dan. "Cum."

"Oooohhh..." said Tori.

"Now."

Dan removed his hand and a fountain of clear liquid shot out of Tori's pussy, soaking Dan's cock and torso as well as the sheets.

"Yeah..." said Dan, grinning, as he slapped her sore pussy with his still-rigid rod.

"Ooooooo!" she wailed. "Too much!"

Dan stuck his impossibly fat prick in her pussy and started pounding her from above, knees bent, his full weight leveraged into his powerful pelvic thrusts: a pharaoh using his concubine.

"Too much?" said Dan, laughing. "Too much what?"

"Cooooccckkk owwwwwwwoooooohooooo!"

Dan continued laughing and pounding, delighted in the act of destruction.

"It's... hap-pen-ing... aaaa-geh-heh-hennn!" Tori blubbered through another enraptured stream of tears.

Dan pulled his cock out and smacked Tori's clit with it repeatedly until she squirted all over him again.

"Hoooooooooo!" Tori wailed. The squirt continued to shoot out of her erratically, alternating little spurts and big ones, all soaking the bedspread and adding to the muggy thickness of the bedroom.

Abby hadn't thought it possible to cum too much in one night, to feel too much pleasure, but these last two orgasms looked positively painful for her mother. Part of her wanted to help, to throw open the door and shock Dan out of his power-drunken pounding stupor. But another part of Abby, a much more powerful part, was working toward an orgasm of her own as she watched her mother endure excruciating pleasure at the whim of this gifted man's seemingly infinite libido. She couldn't look away.

"Clean it up," said Dan.

He pulled Tori up again by the ring of her collar and forced her to lick the squirt off his thighs, his hard stomach, his soaking cock. Abby had an even better view of Dan's manhood than she'd had from the stairs, crouched only about six feet from the bed, and she could see it pulsing with angry desire, almost like it was breathing heavily. It was fully engorged and nearly purple, rippled with bulging veins, screaming for release. Tori hummed dully as she cleaned him, her usual appetite all but completely drained at this late hour. Dan's face grew impatient.

"Stop," he said.

Tori looked up at him in fear.

"All fours. Ass time."

Tori gulped. "Can we take a break, Daddy?" Her voice was hoarse and brittle with pleading, childlike affectation.

Dan smacked her face with his heavy cock, nearly bruising her. Tori winced and looked down at the wet bedspread.

"I'm sorry."

"What's the rule?"

"We don't stop..." she muttered the last part unintelligibly.

"Speak up."

"We don't stop until Daddy says."

"That's right. And Daddy needs a tighter hole if he's gonna finish tonight."

Tori's face twisted into a mix of fear and crushed hope.

"But you already came three times," she pleaded.

Dan grabbed her face with one hand and squeezed it, her full lips puffing out.

"Do you wanna be a good cum dump for Daddy? Or are you stupid and useless?"

Tori whimpered, a tired tear rolling down her cheek.

"I wanna be a good cum dump."

"Flip over. Spread your ass for me."

Tori slowly rolled onto her stomach, her reddened ass jiggling as she stuck it up in the air to be used.

"I thought we said no ass time tonight..."

"Spread," he repeated.

Tori put both her little hands on her massive, pale cheeks and spread them, revealing the only unused hole of the night. The smell of her sex intensified and sent Abby into vertigo. The eighteen-year-old was working her clit slowly, delaying her orgasm for what was to come.

"There we go," said Dan. He spat into Tori's tiny asshole and stuck one of his sausage fingers inside, priming it for the much larger punishment she was soon to receive.

"Daddy doesn't like hurting Mommy," he said. "But when Mommy's pussy is all worn out, he has to take what he needs."

Dan began pumping his finger in and out of her butt with increased speed. A low moan rolled out of her slackened mouth.

"Yeah, that's nice and tight," he said.

Abby rubbed her clit faster, her hand beginning to soak with excitement. She had never even imagined sticking anything in her own butthole, let alone allowing a finger, or a normal-sized dick, or Dan's behemoth inside it. She felt the usual pang of jealousy towards her mother, but noticed an eager anticipation growing inside her: not to observe and vicariously feel her mom's pleasure, but to relish in her pain.

Abby noticed that this time, despite how cruelly Dan was treating her mom, how painful the sex had become after hours of uninterrupted big dicking, the shock and upset that had initially hit her were increasingly outweighed by a kind of delight in watching her mother suffer.

Her mother, who had spent most of Abby's life dissociated, working odd hours as a nurse and not taking care of either of them. Her mother, who had failed repeatedly to show interest in Abby's achievements, her academic excellence, her swim meets, her artistic pursuits. Her mother, who could barely take care of herself, who fully relied on Dan, not just for sexual pleasure--he cooked for her, cleaned up after her, drove Abby to and from her meets. It was Dan who showed up for Abby, more and more all the time. And here he was, about to destroy her mother's asshole, and what was left of her dignity, with his monster cock. Abby couldn't wait to watch.

"Is Mommy ready to get her ass wrecked?"

Dan slapped his cockhead on Tori's tiny starfish. The meaty wetness was music to Abby's ears.

"It hurts... when you fuck my butt..."

"I know it does. But Daddy needs to cum, doesn't he?"

Tori whimpered. Abby bit her lip.

Dan positioned himself behind Tori for entry. He grabbed his meaty shaft at the middle and aimed the inflamed mushroom tip into her innocent brown eye. Slowly, he pushed his meat inside.

"OOOHHH!," Tori sobbed.

"Oh, yes," Dan said. He threw his head back in relief as his Coke-can-thick dickhead made its way past Tori's anus.

Tori fell nearly silent, her protests reduced to gasping squeals of searing pain. Dan smiled with delight as he pushed his fat cock deeper past her enormous cheeks. He sighed like a man settling into a jacuzzi after a long workweek.

Abby moaned, then gasped audibly. She immediately brought her left hand to her mouth and kept her soaking right on her pussy. Frozen. Busted.

But her mother hadn't heard a thing. She had her eyes shut tight, her face contorted into the kind of grimace you see on mothers giving birth. She was in so much pain, she wouldn't have noticed if Abby had screamed.

Dan, on the other hand, snapped momentarily out of his anal reverie and made eye contact with his sex slave's daughter. The two remained still, Dan's eyes wide with surprise as he kneeled there with his cock not quite half-buried in her mother's ass. Abby's face was only partly visible through the doorway, but she didn't move a muscle either. Tori continued to whimper and wince, her asshole stretched far past the point of its primary purpose.

After several seconds, that familiar grin spread across Dan's face. His eyes resumed their usual low-lidded calm and he raised his index finger to his lips: ssshhh...

Abby nodded. And Dan jammed three more fat inches of his manhood into her mother's plump ass.

"GUHHHDDD!" screamed Tori. "FUCK!"

"God DAMN, that's good," said Dan. Just past halfway to balls deep, he began working his strokes into a steady rhythm, reaming Tori's asshole into what would become a baseball-sized gape. Abby diddled herself ferociously, her pleasure mounting.

"That's what Daddy needs," he said and winked at Abby, laying a spank across her mother's fat ass.

Abby's orgasm hit like a freight train. She doubled over and knocked the door wide open with her head. The slick, suctiony sounds and pungent smells of assfucking flooded her consciousness as she came all over her little hand. She flooded her tiny pink shorts with her own juices, squirt spraying out over the waistband, drenching her thick, shaking thighs and the floor around her.