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tehdirtiestsock) wrote2009-08-22 12:26 pm
tehdirtiestsock) wrote2009-08-22 12:26 pm
Perfect Training (John/Mary/Dean/Sam)
Training!verse master post
originally posted here EXTREME EXTREME underage. swear I'm not a pedophile, haha. just someone who enjoys taking the sickest prompts and seeing if I can make them hot :)
prompt: Mary was the one to teach the boys how to take John's cock. Now all she has to do is sit back with one or the other of the boys on her lap - playing with his little boy cock and nipples - while the other makes John come, so hard.
At six, Secret Time is Sammy's very favorite game. Dean is a little too old to feel the same...a few months ago the school had an assembly that scared Dean and made him burst into tears at the dinner table. She and John had talked him down, reassured him, but Mary thought this was exactly why sex education should be handled at home.
Nosy fucking bastards nearly ruined everything, just when Dean was getting big enough to really take John's cock. So it's good that she can count on Sammy to always beg, plead and cajole to play the game. Because Dean can't deny him anything. Sammy's her little hedonist, only interested in what feels good, not hung up on rules and morality.
She and John decided after that she would home-school the boys from now on to keep him that way. Dean was getting a little too independent-minded anyway, and settled right down once they took him out of school.
Sammy squirms in Mary's lap, warm and soft and excited as she runs her hand over his soft little baby belly. He tries to wriggle her touch down lower, but he's so much fun to tease, stubborn little boy-chin setting in a grumpy scowl.
"Mommy, you're supposed to touch it," he whines. Mary hides her smile in his mop of hair, breathes in the comforting scent of Johnson & Johnson's. He's already bent out of shape because he's not a big boy like Dean.
"Who's in charge during Secret Time?" she reminds him.
"You are," he pouts.
"And what's Sammy's job?"
"Do what you tell me to."
She kisses his head. "That's right. Don't I always make you feel good?"
Sam fidgets again, thinking of what he always gets out of this game. "Yeah. I'm sorry, Mommy."
"It's ok, baby. Watch Daddy and Dean."
He quiets down after that, because watching his big brother is one of Sammy's favorite parts. Dean is kneeling between John's knees still, taking his father's cock as far into his little mouth as he can handle. She can tell that John is starving for more, but for all his rough background, her husband is a gentle man. Careful with their sons, and that's why Mary loves him. So his hand is cupped loosely over the crown of Dean's head, just encouraging as Dean sucks him the best he can.
And Dean always tries so hard, Daddy's little boy. His body's just not caught up with his good intentions. It takes both of his hands to make it around the full circumference of the base with a little overlap, and even then, there's a span of John's length that's not getting attention.
Mary closes her eyes and strokes the velvety skin on the inside of Sammy's thighs, listening to John's soft murmurs and Dean's desperate slurping. Her clit throbs, and she tips her hips up a little into the pressure of Sammy's wiggles. It's not enough, but she can wait for John. After dinner is their time. Watching him with the boys makes her swollen and slick and horny for him.
Some day the boys will get older, grow into big meaty pricks like their Daddy and they can all fuck her. One after the other til Mary is sloppy and exhausted. She knows her boys are gonna be such handsome men. Already heartbreakers.
She finally gives in to Sam's desperate whimpers and slides her hand over his hard little dick. He shudders with relief and satisfaction in her arms, sinking back boneless and letting his little hips roll up while she fondles his hairless balls. So soft, all over.
When she opens her eyes, John already has Dean splayed out on the couch on his stomach, two broad fingers stretching his ass. John can get his cock all the way inside these days, but it has to be done carefully. Home-schooling helps, because Dean can wear a plug all day when John wants to fuck him. It gives them a head-start on prep time. They all dread the idea of Dean getting torn inside.
"You ready, Deano?" John rumbles low, just for him. It's the only time he can use the nickname anymore. It's a comfort Dean needs because he gets a little nervous, still, when he knows it's going in.
"Yes, sir." His voice trembles a little but he keeps his face brave.
Mary starts to stroke her fingers faster along Sammy's little boy prick when the head of John's cock pushes against that little hole. He whimpers in her lap, and she knows his eyes are fixed on the sight, the same as hers. John has to move slow and careful, always, sweating and shaking and groaning under his breath, and all that barely-leashed power makes Mary hotter than anything else. She's burning up by the time Sammy shakes and shudders and cries out, little body orgasming dry from her hand.
He's sleepy after he comes, like all men, but he rallies like her little angel when she rubs his back. "Baby, you wanna help Mommy?"
Sleepy hazel eyes perk back to life because he loves this part. Loves to crawl under her skirt like it's a cave or a tent and latch his little mouth onto her clit. He's not that far past his thumb-sucking habit, and as he gets to work Mary melts into the couch. He can pull at her clit with his lips in a relentless little rhythm for what seems like hours, and she cooes at how good he is, petting his head where it's buried between her legs through the cotton material.
John has loosened Dean up enough to take a steady, painstaking rhythm, lavishing kisses all over their eldest's neck and shoulders.
"John," she gasps. "Don't come. You need to save that load for me."
His whole body shudders and he turns to look at her. "It's time again?"
But just then Sam sucks for all he's worth, like he's jealous of her attention. "Oh. Ah, Sammy, that's. Good, baby, so good—"
John turns back to Dean, fingers sliding tenderly down their son's flank. "Okay, buddy, you heard Mom, it's all you. You want this or something different."
John shifts his hips a little in Dean's ass and Dean's slender frame trembles. He's always been sensitive to internal stimulation. "This, Daddy, but, I want your hand—"
Mary loses track of John's response then, because her body is primed for orgasm and she's so close. "Sammy, use your hand, baby."
He makes a little boy fist just like she asked and puts it inside her, stimulation perfect along her walls and he sucks hard and fast on her clit.... She comes when she hears Dean start to sob from all his own pleasure.
Sam continues to feed on her almost viciously til she nudges his head away, and then pops out from under her skirt, beaming up with a messy grin. "Did I do good?"
"You did perfect, baby. A+!"
She laughs with all the energy she can muster right then as he scrambles up onto her lap, throwing his little arms around her neck and kissing her with a come-sloppy mouth.
"A+ is the best," he murmurs happily, and she rubs his back and sighs.
"The very best," she agrees.
Dean stumbles over to their love-seat, sleepy-eyed and sated, and she passes Sammy into his arms as he takes her place. Mary takes a moment to appreciate the way their beautiful boys snuggle together sweetly, no sibling rivalry to speak of. The two of them kiss a little and Dean licks Sammy's chin ("Tastes like Mom," he murmurs) and then Mary moves on still-shaky legs over to John.
He's sitting up on the sofa, sweat-soaked, and his cock looks red and almost angry from holding back so long.
"Thought I was gonna lose it when he came," John tells her as she strips off. "He squeezes so damn hard."
"You're a stud," she teases, and he slaps her ass as she climbs on. From behind her, there are two little giggles.
"Smartass." His eyes are soft, just for her, as he strokes a big hand down her stomach. "You're ovulating?"
"Yeah, I forgot to tell you this morning."
"What do you think, boys?" he calls out a little louder. "You want a new baby?"
"Only if Sammy has to change diapers. I did his already," Dean chimes in. She and John laugh as the boys start to fight.
"It's not a 'no,'" John observes ruefully. He bites his lip and lets his head fall back as she slides down on his cock. Not as tight as Dean, she'd imagine, but slick as hell from Sammy's little tongue.
"Maybe we can have a girl this time," Mary muses, and she can't keep the wistfulness out of her voice. John grunts, hardly even listening as he starts to move her up and down his length. She forces them still and makes him look at her. She feels it, this time is gonna take. "A little girl, John. Dolls and dresses. They'd be good with a girl, wouldn't they? Protective."
"Yeah, yeah, Mary, of course," John agrees, impatient.
She rolls her hips a little and bites his ear. "And someday, another tight little cunt, all yours to break open and take."
He groans like he's dying and starts to fuck her, hard and heated. He doesn't have any of the compunctions he had when she first started training the boys. He sees that she's right now, that it just makes them closer, that it doesn't have to harm their children.
He pounds against her cervix and Mary lets herself moan and cling to him, give herself up for a little while to her husband. There are so many secrets that Mary keeps, so many hours that require her control, and the ability to rely on John entirely feels almost as good as the painful-sharp orgasm that builds and rolls through her.
There is demon blood running through her child's veins, and some day, a fiend from hell is coming back for him. Mary will do everything in her power to bind her children tight to them in preparation for the time to come.
moar
anon commenting enabled, because I don't expect anyone to comment with their own name on this, hahaha. I'm such a sick, sick fucker.
originally posted here EXTREME EXTREME underage. swear I'm not a pedophile, haha. just someone who enjoys taking the sickest prompts and seeing if I can make them hot :)
prompt: Mary was the one to teach the boys how to take John's cock. Now all she has to do is sit back with one or the other of the boys on her lap - playing with his little boy cock and nipples - while the other makes John come, so hard.
At six, Secret Time is Sammy's very favorite game. Dean is a little too old to feel the same...a few months ago the school had an assembly that scared Dean and made him burst into tears at the dinner table. She and John had talked him down, reassured him, but Mary thought this was exactly why sex education should be handled at home.
Nosy fucking bastards nearly ruined everything, just when Dean was getting big enough to really take John's cock. So it's good that she can count on Sammy to always beg, plead and cajole to play the game. Because Dean can't deny him anything. Sammy's her little hedonist, only interested in what feels good, not hung up on rules and morality.
She and John decided after that she would home-school the boys from now on to keep him that way. Dean was getting a little too independent-minded anyway, and settled right down once they took him out of school.
Sammy squirms in Mary's lap, warm and soft and excited as she runs her hand over his soft little baby belly. He tries to wriggle her touch down lower, but he's so much fun to tease, stubborn little boy-chin setting in a grumpy scowl.
"Mommy, you're supposed to touch it," he whines. Mary hides her smile in his mop of hair, breathes in the comforting scent of Johnson & Johnson's. He's already bent out of shape because he's not a big boy like Dean.
"Who's in charge during Secret Time?" she reminds him.
"You are," he pouts.
"And what's Sammy's job?"
"Do what you tell me to."
She kisses his head. "That's right. Don't I always make you feel good?"
Sam fidgets again, thinking of what he always gets out of this game. "Yeah. I'm sorry, Mommy."
"It's ok, baby. Watch Daddy and Dean."
He quiets down after that, because watching his big brother is one of Sammy's favorite parts. Dean is kneeling between John's knees still, taking his father's cock as far into his little mouth as he can handle. She can tell that John is starving for more, but for all his rough background, her husband is a gentle man. Careful with their sons, and that's why Mary loves him. So his hand is cupped loosely over the crown of Dean's head, just encouraging as Dean sucks him the best he can.
And Dean always tries so hard, Daddy's little boy. His body's just not caught up with his good intentions. It takes both of his hands to make it around the full circumference of the base with a little overlap, and even then, there's a span of John's length that's not getting attention.
Mary closes her eyes and strokes the velvety skin on the inside of Sammy's thighs, listening to John's soft murmurs and Dean's desperate slurping. Her clit throbs, and she tips her hips up a little into the pressure of Sammy's wiggles. It's not enough, but she can wait for John. After dinner is their time. Watching him with the boys makes her swollen and slick and horny for him.
Some day the boys will get older, grow into big meaty pricks like their Daddy and they can all fuck her. One after the other til Mary is sloppy and exhausted. She knows her boys are gonna be such handsome men. Already heartbreakers.
She finally gives in to Sam's desperate whimpers and slides her hand over his hard little dick. He shudders with relief and satisfaction in her arms, sinking back boneless and letting his little hips roll up while she fondles his hairless balls. So soft, all over.
When she opens her eyes, John already has Dean splayed out on the couch on his stomach, two broad fingers stretching his ass. John can get his cock all the way inside these days, but it has to be done carefully. Home-schooling helps, because Dean can wear a plug all day when John wants to fuck him. It gives them a head-start on prep time. They all dread the idea of Dean getting torn inside.
"You ready, Deano?" John rumbles low, just for him. It's the only time he can use the nickname anymore. It's a comfort Dean needs because he gets a little nervous, still, when he knows it's going in.
"Yes, sir." His voice trembles a little but he keeps his face brave.
Mary starts to stroke her fingers faster along Sammy's little boy prick when the head of John's cock pushes against that little hole. He whimpers in her lap, and she knows his eyes are fixed on the sight, the same as hers. John has to move slow and careful, always, sweating and shaking and groaning under his breath, and all that barely-leashed power makes Mary hotter than anything else. She's burning up by the time Sammy shakes and shudders and cries out, little body orgasming dry from her hand.
He's sleepy after he comes, like all men, but he rallies like her little angel when she rubs his back. "Baby, you wanna help Mommy?"
Sleepy hazel eyes perk back to life because he loves this part. Loves to crawl under her skirt like it's a cave or a tent and latch his little mouth onto her clit. He's not that far past his thumb-sucking habit, and as he gets to work Mary melts into the couch. He can pull at her clit with his lips in a relentless little rhythm for what seems like hours, and she cooes at how good he is, petting his head where it's buried between her legs through the cotton material.
John has loosened Dean up enough to take a steady, painstaking rhythm, lavishing kisses all over their eldest's neck and shoulders.
"John," she gasps. "Don't come. You need to save that load for me."
His whole body shudders and he turns to look at her. "It's time again?"
But just then Sam sucks for all he's worth, like he's jealous of her attention. "Oh. Ah, Sammy, that's. Good, baby, so good—"
John turns back to Dean, fingers sliding tenderly down their son's flank. "Okay, buddy, you heard Mom, it's all you. You want this or something different."
John shifts his hips a little in Dean's ass and Dean's slender frame trembles. He's always been sensitive to internal stimulation. "This, Daddy, but, I want your hand—"
Mary loses track of John's response then, because her body is primed for orgasm and she's so close. "Sammy, use your hand, baby."
He makes a little boy fist just like she asked and puts it inside her, stimulation perfect along her walls and he sucks hard and fast on her clit.... She comes when she hears Dean start to sob from all his own pleasure.
Sam continues to feed on her almost viciously til she nudges his head away, and then pops out from under her skirt, beaming up with a messy grin. "Did I do good?"
"You did perfect, baby. A+!"
She laughs with all the energy she can muster right then as he scrambles up onto her lap, throwing his little arms around her neck and kissing her with a come-sloppy mouth.
"A+ is the best," he murmurs happily, and she rubs his back and sighs.
"The very best," she agrees.
Dean stumbles over to their love-seat, sleepy-eyed and sated, and she passes Sammy into his arms as he takes her place. Mary takes a moment to appreciate the way their beautiful boys snuggle together sweetly, no sibling rivalry to speak of. The two of them kiss a little and Dean licks Sammy's chin ("Tastes like Mom," he murmurs) and then Mary moves on still-shaky legs over to John.
He's sitting up on the sofa, sweat-soaked, and his cock looks red and almost angry from holding back so long.
"Thought I was gonna lose it when he came," John tells her as she strips off. "He squeezes so damn hard."
"You're a stud," she teases, and he slaps her ass as she climbs on. From behind her, there are two little giggles.
"Smartass." His eyes are soft, just for her, as he strokes a big hand down her stomach. "You're ovulating?"
"Yeah, I forgot to tell you this morning."
"What do you think, boys?" he calls out a little louder. "You want a new baby?"
"Only if Sammy has to change diapers. I did his already," Dean chimes in. She and John laugh as the boys start to fight.
"It's not a 'no,'" John observes ruefully. He bites his lip and lets his head fall back as she slides down on his cock. Not as tight as Dean, she'd imagine, but slick as hell from Sammy's little tongue.
"Maybe we can have a girl this time," Mary muses, and she can't keep the wistfulness out of her voice. John grunts, hardly even listening as he starts to move her up and down his length. She forces them still and makes him look at her. She feels it, this time is gonna take. "A little girl, John. Dolls and dresses. They'd be good with a girl, wouldn't they? Protective."
"Yeah, yeah, Mary, of course," John agrees, impatient.
She rolls her hips a little and bites his ear. "And someday, another tight little cunt, all yours to break open and take."
He groans like he's dying and starts to fuck her, hard and heated. He doesn't have any of the compunctions he had when she first started training the boys. He sees that she's right now, that it just makes them closer, that it doesn't have to harm their children.
He pounds against her cervix and Mary lets herself moan and cling to him, give herself up for a little while to her husband. There are so many secrets that Mary keeps, so many hours that require her control, and the ability to rely on John entirely feels almost as good as the painful-sharp orgasm that builds and rolls through her.
There is demon blood running through her child's veins, and some day, a fiend from hell is coming back for him. Mary will do everything in her power to bind her children tight to them in preparation for the time to come.
moar
anon commenting enabled, because I don't expect anyone to comment with their own name on this, hahaha. I'm such a sick, sick fucker.