Father-Son Spitroast on July 4th

Miyung didn't like a lot of things about Chris, her new boyfriend. For one thing, the first time he called himself that when he felt her clench and squirt around his cock, saying "your big white boyfriend loves his little Korean slutsleeve," while she was too overcome by pleasure to think.

It wasn't just when they were in the throes of pleasure that Chris said things like that. The all-American adonis called her brat-tamed, colonized, sluttified, cow-titted, and more even during their "dates", even as he paid for her food and clothes. There was never a boring moment as her emotions were taken on daily roller coaster rides. One moment he was shutting her up when she talked about anime, the next moment he was making her feel good by shoving his fingers under her waistband. He was a demanding man, dropping over at odd hours to put his hands on her body and his dick inside her. Not only that, he also liked to call her randomly throughout the day to check on her clothing and remind her to wear the clothes he bought for her. Mini-skirts, crop tops, and daisy dukes became her norm as her nerdy t-shirts and sweats were pushed to the back of her closet. It was trashy at first, but she felt herself shifting to fit that mold as time went on. Nature had blessed her with bountiful curves, but now she was forced to deal with the full brunt of prying eyes whenever she went out.

To her shame, submission became her default. She craved his attention, craved his cock, and craved his company. It was hard for her to decide what to think whether it be the casual dismissiveness while they talked, the excess of pleasure while they fucked, or the gnawing shame while they were apart.

Love was hard, after all.

The state of their relationship made it strange for Chris to invite her to a July 4th barbecue with family. With so much of their time spent together fucking instead of talking, she wouldn't have assumed they were close enough to meet family. After all, their conversations were mostly about how much he wanted to devour her and her hiding her face in shame.

"Hey, wear this outfit," he demanded.

Miyung blanched. It was an American flag tank top, a denim jacket too small to even button over her massive tits, and jeans that clung to her ass like a second skin. She had seen outfits like this before... on pornstars.

Then again, her body type was nothing short of inherently pornographic given that her tits were almost as big as her head and her waist was just slim enough that Chris could wrap his hands around it. Her blonde hair, another creative decision by Chris, really pulled together the look as he gave her a cowboy hat to top things off.

"Are you sure this is a good look to meet your family?" She asked. It wasn't a serious question, just another token protest so it didn't feel like she was completely walked over.

"Yeah, my dad loves looking at patriotic girls," he said, waggling his eyebrows.

Miyung decided to take it in stride, considering she had never been to an all-American barbecue party. Maybe all the girls would be dressed like her?

"Your girl don't look like no cowgirl I've ever seen," was the first thing Chris's dad told her.

Her face went beet red, completely unused to this language from someone other than Chris. Shane, Chris's dad, was solid and bulky. His blue Hawaiian shirt was tight around his chest and his forearms were veiny and pale. A well-maintained but greying mustache showed a degree of care for his appearance, and Miyung was resisting the temptation to swoon. His shiny bald head was a contrast to Chris's full head of blonde hair.

"She's just new to riding, if you catch my drift," her boyfriend said. She buried herself into his solid bulk, trying to hide from the obvious attention his dad was giving to her cleavage. Rather than shield her like he usually did, he angled his body and put his arm under her rack so her breasts squished and threatened to pop out of her shirt.

After that, they said their goodbyes to mingle with the other guests. Quickly, she learned two things, one was that Chris's mom was a persona non grata at their house, and two was that Chris's cousins also brought home busty bitches dressed as cowgirls.

"She likes anal while getting her hair pulled," Chris said in a hushed tone while pointing to a girl in a bandanna tube top and daisy dukes that showed off half her ass. He had been casually pointing out the sexual preferences of each girl at the party or speculating on them in some cases if he didn't know the cousin well enough. Miyung was mortified to realize all the other boys likely knew of her proclivities just as well.

It wasn't just that, but Chris would not stop staring at those other girls. A cultivated thrum of jealousy came to life inside of Miyung, pushing her to get his attention the only way she knew how.

Chris smiled like a cat with the cream while Miyung did her best to clean the splooge off of her boobs. In the bathroom mirror, she was forced to confront her smudged lipstick and swollen lips. When returned to the party, it would look like she was the insatiable one, not her boyfriend who loved to compare her to other women.

She scooped another handful of sinkwater onto her boobs, trying to maintain the veneer of decency after giving a boobjob/blowjob at a family party. Never before had she dealt with a man who came so excessively.

Miyung went through the rest of her party with a sore jaw and her arm wrapped tight around Chris. She was sure that the cousins could smell the whorishness on her, but she tried to keep her chin up. Her boyfriend was a man of extremes, some days jealously hiding Miyung away, and other days parading her around like an ornament. Unfortunately, today was one of those days he gregariously introduced her to family members and friends. He seemed to revel in the way she clutched him tighter when they leered at her. Each man was nearly a head taller than her, easily able to stare right down at her exposed cleavage.

She could see it with the other girlfriends too, the mirrored looks of caged animals being led around. They were all beautiful, in different ways, and glued to the sides of their partners.

Loathe as she was to admit it, the boys were handsome too, and their attention did excite her to some degree. It reminded her of meeting Chris for the first time, and feeling the sheer heat of his passion drawing her in. All of these white guys looked like they would be terrible for her, terrible for her career, terrible to bring home to her parents, but also exhilarating to be with.

"You've trained her well," Chris's dad said as he found her cleaning up the kitchen after the rest of the guests left. The father sidled into a chair next to his son. They were watching her from the other side of the counter, their combined attention both making her want to wither and to preen. With the drive so long, Chris and Miyung planned to stay over for a night.

Before she could say anything, Chris said, "you can't say that any more, it's the twenty-first century."

"Bah, I'll say what I want, just because the centuries change doesn't mean that these Asian bitches change," Shane said flippantly. For the first time, he addressed her directly and said "get me a beer from the fridge."

She stood up to comply, before her boyfriend stepped in again, "you don't get to fucking order my girlfriend around!"

Miyung felt a thrill go through her heart. Her boyfriend was finally defending her! The two men stood up to face each other. To her surprise, her boyfriend, one of the manliest men she knew, looked small in comparison to his father. It was close, but she couldn't help but feel nervous as she saw the older, broader, more experienced man stare him down.

"She's not your girlfriend," Shane said dismissively.

"Yes she is! She loves me!" Miyung felt another rush of excitement. Her boyfriend was so manly defending her, so attractive with his features twisted in righteous fury.

"She's a disposable Asian toy who will love anyone who shows her attention and has a cock longer than those cuck peckers!"

"That's not true!" Miyung said quietly as she rose to her boyfriend's side. Once again, she was stunned by their difference in height, having to crane her neck to look at both men.

"I'll prove it," Shane said as he pulled down his shorts. "She'll say she likes me better just because I have a bigger cock."

Miyung shook her vigorously until she saw the white python spring to life in front of her eyes.

Huge, veiny, and odorous, the slab of man meat looked ready to cave in any poor girl's pussy in its path. She was struck with a feeling of wonder, like seeing something vast like the ocean for the first time.

Miyung felt her jaw and throat work overtime to accommodate the massive invader. Shane was the same length as his son, but in her tight wet mouth, the ever-so-slightly wider shaft had a different feel. A better feel if she was being honest. She had thought Chris was the peak of masculinity, but, in the ways that mattered, his dad was even better. He was rougher, meaner, and his cock thicker. Like they were errant children, he led them to his son's bedroom before commanding them to strip. In her heart, Miyung knew that she would never be able to say no to one of them, much less both.

Her lungs took desperate heaves for air as her vision began to blur around the edges. She kept at it because Chris told how good it felt on his dick when she was struggling to breathe. He told her how he liked when her throat got tight and her nostrils sucked in any bit of oxygen so greedily.

If it made someone feel good, she would bear it. The pain was just a reminder that her throat was a hole for cock, just a tool for white pleasure.

To be fair, she was hardly thinking these thoughts as she was railed from behind by Chris's turgid bitchbreaker. On her hands and knees, she descended into orgasm after orgasm while being pumped and used by two handsome hunks. It was making her mind go haywire as hands seemed to go everywhere, smacking and groping her hanging tits, spanking her ass as it clapped from each thrust, and pulling on her hair without a care. Both pillars of manliness were just so huge compared to her tiny body, so good at stretching her past what she thought were limits. They were so effortless in dominating every bit of her body, using it as a battleground for their rivalry.

"Your old man's still got some moves. Look at her go gaga just because I waved some white dick in her face," Shane said. One hand went around her throat, toying with her bulging neck to make the squeeze on his cock even tighter.

"She's clearly just cumming her brains out because I'm fucking her tight little pussy," Chris shot back. His massive hands found more purchase around her hips and stomach, lifting her body to meet his johnson with each piston.

Miyung tightened on both ends in response to both men punishing her body harder. She could barely breathe, she couldn't think about a single thing other than the sheer amount of cock stuffing her on both ends.

"Yeah, I bet she'd like it more if she had a real dick inside," Shane pulled his cock out her mouth and let go of her hair. She dropped face-down onto the bed, taking sharp gasps of air. "What do you think, lil chink bitch?"

"You can't just call her that, she's Korean," Chris said without a pause in his thrusting. It was just like the time he carryfucked her as he took in the pizza delivery. Despite the insanity, she had the wherewithal to weakly shake her head. She didn't want to be a chink, she thought to herself.

"Well then give me a turn, didn't I teach you to share your toys?"

The pleasure abated as Chris stopped abusing her cunt. Her body shivered from the loss, shivered to recover from all the orgasms inflicted on it. Vaguely, she was aware that both men were shifting places, her boyfriend ready to take her mouth again while her pussy would need to take Shane's monster white cock.

The feeling of Chris's cock filling her mouth was a welcome bit of familiarity. Her mouth instinctively remembered every ridge and vein of its conqueror, and the slightly lesser girth let her lungs get so much-needed oxygen.

Yet she was filled with a greater sense of dread as she felt Shane's cock prod at her cunt. She was soaking wet, but she had a feeling that would do little against his superior thickness. What if she really would love his cock better, she thought.

The explosion of everything as Shane pillaged her pussy in a single blow sent tears rolling down her eyes. Her world crystallized in a single moment, all around that damn big white cock plundering her depths deeper than ever before. Her cervix was shunted aside like it meant nothing.

The barrier that her boyfriend couldn't break every time, his father had blasted wide open. He moaned deep and low, an acknowledgement of pleasure that sent Miyung spiralling harder.

When she started dating, she found that she liked making boys feel good. Even Asian boys, she wanted to give pleasure to, at one point. When she first met Chris, first felt him splatter nut over her body, she felt an ecstasy like the world had been recalibrated into place.

This, this was a feeling beyond that. A heady, addictive rush that was excessive. Loving Chris had felt right, but fucking Shane felt overindulgent. He was hollowing her out, lost in the sensation of a welcoming, tight pussy.

With the positions reversed, she could feel the differences in the two men. Shane's groans were deeper, his thrusts heavier, and his cock wider. The difference wasn't much, but it felt especially pronounced with how used to Chris she was. Her orgasms came more frequently, more powerfully as the more experienced man stretched her pussy out.

"Call me master," Shane said.

"Ghluck, ghluck, ghluck!" She squealed around the cock in her mouth. Honestly, she had no idea what she would have said without the cock occupying her throat. She wanted to be loyal, she wanted to repay Chris for all he had done for her. He made her feel valued, feel sexy, and he gave her daily orgasms she couldn't live without.

So Miyung paid back that kindness. Her lower half tensed to clamp around the white mamba rampaging through her. Fuck, she barely even slowed him down, but whimper of pleasure wrought from his lips gave her the strength to keep going.

A blast of ecstasy made her see stars, made her body quiver and contract around both cocks.

"She didn't come like this, you know?" Chris's voice was ragged, and his grip on her hair loosened. In her mouth, his cock throbbed with mounting need. "Miyung used to cum like a firecracker, one pump and she was out like a light."

"So you learned to train a pet," the father replied. His voice was equally strained, and his cock was also pulsing and ready to blow. She could feel the race coming to a close, both father and son almost at the finish line.

Heat, she could feel molten heat splatter against her womb, painting her insides utterly white. Her raw and tender walls soaked in the cum as a final few pumps packed her utterly full. His moans were music to her ears and they drove her to a final eye-rolling climax.

Mere moments later, the cock in her mouth pulled out as rope after rope of hot jizz rained onto her face. It was instinct by now to close her eyes, keep her mouth open, and stick her tongue out. She loved feeling it cake onto her face, mixing with her makeup and trailing down her neck. The smell was decadent and rich, getting her even more dick-drunk.

Without the two cocks to support her, she collapsed onto the bed. Precious cum stained the sheets despite her best efforts to lick it up. It took a few moments before she could move any part of her body with her own power. Her hands were shaky as she tried to get semen from both ends into her mouth.

"So, who did you like better?" Shane asked. The two men were sitting on their haunches, clearly drained by the tight 'competition'.

Miyung was lying on her back, drenched in cum, holes aching. Despite it all, she still had some wits about her. "Chris... was... better!" She heaved out between gasps for air.

Shane shook his head in disappointment. "You win this round squirt," he said. His softening cock swung pendulously as he walked out of the bedroom, drops of spunk falling in its wake.

Chris wrapped her in a hug, not quite possessive as usual, but a tender thing that was a balm to her abused body. "That's my girl," he said quiet and softly.