Daddy’s gonna breed his little girl.”John was only forty, in his prime, with countless spirited fucks under his belt, but even he was impressed with his own refractory time, and the vicious way he tore his son’s tiny asshole into a slimy gash.All the air was punched from Hudson’s lungs in a wheeze and he clawed at the couch cushions, encompassed by an overwhelming sense of deja vu as his insides rearranged themselves to accommodate the ten foot pole attempting to plant itself in his throat by taking a journey through his intestines. Hudson found that the second time one was raped, at least consecutively, really wasn’t that bad. “I’m gonna plug you up next time, babygirl. Gay sex “Dude!” Just when he was getting the hang of–was it called bottoming? (Rest in peace to the leg hair that had probably gotten lost somewhere in the carpet and left his knees naked.)Hudson tried to regroup while his stepdad reached behind his neck and yanked off his shirt, but all that broad, muscled man on display had him feeling…well, that sort of squirmy, uncomfortable feeling he sometimes got in his stomach when he was lifting in the weight room and one of the homies had a particularly impressive pump, or just…well…in general.“Christ,” muttered Hudson.
